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Mexico
by Zula (no address provided)
***
A business trip across the Mexican border goes wrong
and a young American man ends up spending the night in
jail. (M+/M, nc, rp, 1st-gay-expr, oral, anal)
***
It had started with a quick jaunt across the border to
Mexico. Chris Whitmore and his wife had only just
moved from Massachusetts the previous year to make a
new start in El Paso, Texas. No kids; no ties, except
for her mother in Boston. He had over-leveraged
himself when they bought the house and started the new
business, which was still worrisome at times - but
Katherine loved the house, which was far larger than
anything they had ever had before, and complete with
an outdoor pool.
It even had a small self-contained guest cottage. His
landscaping company was doing reasonably well even in
a bad economy. And Katherine enjoyed a live- in
housekeeper, while his company did the yard work. She
was employed part-time as a substitute teacher at a
prestigious private school.
Chris had heard there were some great deals to be had
on carved marble fish that would be perfect for his
latest landscaping job. Normally he would have sent
one his crew down to check on the product, but they
were already behind on two jobs, so he decided to do
it himself. Driving the streets of Juarez, he was
cautious. It was a rough border town with a lot of
murders, drugs and missing people. He certainly
wouldn't be down here at night and even in daylight he
kept away from the less trendy parts of the city. When
he got to the store outlet, they had the marble fish
but not in the colours he had hoped for, plus the
quality vice price would make profit marginal.
The ones he had seen from Vietnam were definitely
better, but would take longer to get. After inspecting
some of the fountains, he decided to call it a day and
headed back across the border slightly disappointed in
a wasted trip. Relieved to be heading back without
incident, he was about to turn onto the road towards
the customs crossing when a beat up Datsun truck
rammed into the side of his new Ford 150. Just what he
needed on a late afternoon. He hadn't even seen it in
the bright light as he was making the turn, nor had he
completely halted at the stop sign.
The police were called; there was much hand waving and
jabbering. Finally they were all taken to a Police
Station on the outskirts of Juarez, including a
protesting witness, for a statement. Chris could
understand the odd word here and there, but they spoke
so fast that most of it sounded like highly excitable
gibberish.
While he had several Mexican workers on his
landscaping crews, he and Katherine did not speak the
language. He was becoming increasingly concerned with
the way this rather simple vehicle collision with no
obvious injuries was being handled. Suddenly, Chris
was very aware that he was in a foreign country and
not just an extension of his shopping neighbourhood.
Once it became obvious it was going to take a while,
Chris tried to get the use of a phone so he could call
home and tell Katherine he would be delayed. After
all, he only needed to sort out what must surely be
just the vehicle insurance and possibly a fine or
administrative fee of some kind. He was escorted down
the hall. But instead of a phone, he was placed in a
small holding cell. He was still protesting as the
policeman, jabbering in Spanish, walked away and out
of sight.
Smelling the warm breath of someone behind him, Chris
turned slowly to see a heavy set and swarthy Mexican
standing there. He certainly didn't look very
friendly. Behind him sitting on the benches were two
other men. They all looked younger than Chris, but it
was the one standing inches from his face that
occupied his attention. All he could think to say was
"Hi."
The big Mexican said nothing.
"Hola, How you?" said one of the others, standing up
from the bench.
"Fine," Chris said nervously, not really feeling fine
at all.
"Name?" the young man asked, moving across to him.
"Chris."
The young man introduced himself with a small smile as
Eduardo. He introduced the other two men as his
friends, Carlos and Ramon. Carlos, the swarthy one,
still didn't smile. He was probably the oldest and
certainly heavy set. His jeans were worn and his
tattered blue shirt hung open with all the buttons
missing. His chest was a mass of dark hair that
matched his beard. And he smelt of BO.
Ramon, who didn't get up, was about Chris's size. He
looked mean and wary. The arm muscles that bulged
below his cut-off denim jacket were covered in
tattoos. A blue and white bandana was wrapped around
his forehead. A small scar ran from his mouth and
black moustache across his cheek. He chewed
incessantly on a toothpick. Chris didn't want any
trouble with him - or with anyone else for that
matter. "Nice to meet you all," he said, smiling even
as his gut churned nervously.
"The guard said you very crazy gringo driver."
"A slight fender bender," shrugged Chris, "I should be
out of here in a couple of hours." What was he
thinking! With great relief, he suddenly realized that
they hadn't taken his wallet or cell phone - just put
him in the holding cell. He pulled out his phone and
began to dial. "Damn, what's the area code? That's
right he thought wracking his brain. Shit! What was
the international code?" No matter what he did, it
wasn't working. "Shit - Shit- Shit!!"
"You might as well relax," said Eduardo; his English
was more than passable. "We won't see anyone for a few
hours. They are all very busy with the Governor's
visit. No judges until tomorrow. We might eat tonight
- we might not. But for now...." He just shrugged, "oh
bien ...".
"Damn - I need to phone my wife and let her know,"
Chris started to complain, still looking at his phone.
Lost in thought, he kept punching all the buttons he
could think might work. Nothing. The battery was fine.
The reception though was on the weak side. He walked
to the other side of the holding cell. It didn't
improve. Ignoring the three Mexicans who were in their
own lively conversation, he tried to figure what else
he could do.
Ramon said something that made Eduardo and Carlos
laugh. Chris looked at Eduardo wondering what had been
said. He had a feeling it was about him. Eduardo
smiled at Chris. For the first time he noticed the
Mexican had a very prominent gold tooth. He almost
missed what Eduardo said next.
"Ramon likes your shoes and trousers."
"What!"
"Ramon likes your shoes and trousers. He thinks you
should be nice to him and give them."
"No!" A cold chill stabbed into Chris's gut. The smile
he had been forcing faded quickly. He backed away as
Ramon stood up and started to move towards him.
Something shiny was mostly hidden in his hand. It was
probably a knife. "Come on, now. This is nuts," said
Chris still backing away to the edge of the cell.
As he turned to look down the hall where the policeman
had gone, Chris never saw the blow coming. Carlos
clouted him across the head and grabbed him by the
throat, holding him against the bars.
"Now, now, Chris... Chrissie... Christa. You rich
Americano. You have much. Be nice to Ramon. He will be
nice to you. Not hurt you. Yes, what you say" cajoled
Eduardo, still smiling,
Carlos tightened his grip on Chris's throat and slowly
lifted him off the floor. No matter how he struggled,
Chris could not loosen the stranglehold and his feet
were scrambling for contact with the cement floor.
"Yes, yes," he hoarsely gasped as streaks of light
started to float in his eyes. Carlos lowered him down
where Chris bent over trying to recover his breath. He
didn't want to die in a dirty Mexican jail. His only
brother had been killed as a teenager in a drunken
brawl. Knifed several times, he had died in the
street. He and his parents had never gotten over it.
"Shoes," Eduardo reminded him.
Why? What did Ramon want his old shoes for? They
weren't his best or for that matter great quality,
just scruffy work shoes. He leaned over and unlaced
them as quickly as he could. As he stepped out of
them, Eduardo reminded him, "trousers." He wanted to
say no, but one look at Ramon's scarred and mean face
dissuaded him quickly. Taking his wallet, keys and
cell phone out of his pockets, he put them on the
bench and started to undo his belt. Eduardo quickly
picked up the wallet and cell phone.
"Hey," was the best Chris could muster as he stopped
to look at Eduardo going through his wallet.
Everything was taken out. Eduardo pocketed the cash
and some business cards. He examined Chris's ID, but
put them and the credit cards back. He looked at the
pictures of Katherine, his wife.
"Esposa? Your woman," Eduardo asked looking intently
at her in her bathing suit picture and her portrait..
Chris nodded miserably.
"Nina bonita - very nice. Too bad she not here. We be
nice to her. Now we be nice to you, chica. Trousers."
Eduardo gestured at him to continue taking off his
trousers as he passed the shoes to Ramon and the
pictures to Carlos. Chris took a deep breath and slid
his zipper down before lowering his trousers to the
floor.
"Give them to Ramon," Eduardo said as he examined the
wallet further and then the cell phone. "Do you speak
Mexican - or perhaps some Spanish?"
Chris shook his head, no, as he slowly handed over his
new jeans to the waiting man who smiled humourlessly
at him. Chris felt stupid standing there with no shoes
or pants. How was he going to explain this when the
police came back. Where were the police? He glared as
much as he dared when he saw Carlos snigger and making
what must have been lewd comments while he looked at
Katherine's pictures and then Chris. Then he began to
rub his crotch making the other two laugh.
"Well, Christa, maybe we teach you some new words,"
smiled Eduardo. "Carlos likes your shirt. Nice shirt.
Take it off. Give it to Carlos. Be his friend too."
This was getting rapidly out of hand. "No. It won't
fit him. It's way too small," pleaded Chris, trying to
stay calm. He wanted to run but there was nowhere to
go. The last thing he wanted to be was near naked in a
cell with other men. Maybe they were just three crazy
Mexicans having a good time scaring the hell out of a
gringo. And they were succeeding!
"Perhaps you need help? I'm sure Ramon will help you!"
Ramon smiled threateningly and reached into his
pocket. This time Chris saw that it was not a knife,
but a box cutter. It wasn't just him keeping his cell
phone. Christ, they obviously hadn't searched anyone
before putting them in the holding cell. His mind was
racing. Running out of options and looking at the
shining blade, he slowly began to unbutton his shirt.
He shrugged it off and held it front of him. His body
was a pale white except for his face and forearms and
legs that were tanned. "Please," he pleaded to
Eduardo. He didn't know what else to say. His voice
cracked and his eyes began to moisten dangerously.
"Please!"
"Time you showed some respect, Christa. We teach you
new words. You mean 'Por favor, senor'," prompted
Eduardo. "Say it. 'Por favor, senor',"
Chris already knew some Mexican-Spanish phrases, but
they were pretty basic. After hello; goodbye, please
and thank you, he was pretty much done. There were
three or four Mexican-Americans working for his
company full time or part time. However, he rarely
interacted with them as he dealt mainly with his team
leaders who were both white. Plus all the Mexicans,
including their housekeeper, either spoke English or
some English, so there was never any need to learn the
language. "Por favor, senor," parroted Chris.
Not that it did him any good. Carlos reached and
grabbed the shirt out of his hands. Chris stood there
in only his tan socks and white briefs. The cool air
on his almost hairless chest made his nipples erect.
He had the urge to cover them with his arms but forced
himself to leave them by his side, hoping no one would
notice. Eduardo was still busy looking at Chris's cell
phone. Suddenly it came up and Eduardo called "Hey,
gringa " as he took a picture of a surprised Chris
standing there.
Carlos took off his old shirt and dropped it to the
floor between his legs. Chris's shirt was too small,
but Carlos didn't seem to mind. He couldn't do up the
buttons and it was tight across the shoulders, but he
didn't care. It smelled fresh and he was happy with
his new American shirt. Ramon was trying on his new
shoes which pinched his feet - but looked good. The
others thought so too as he stood up and walked about
the cell.
Ramon sat back down and pulled off his new shoes and
then stripped off his old dirty jeans with the holes
and patches. He wasn't wearing any underwear. He
suddenly had a crazier smile on his face as he saw
Chris furtively looking away. Ramon spread his legs
and rubbed his exposed cock. "Hola, chica!" he said as
he started to stroke his engorging prick. "Te gusta
que."
"He asked if you like what you see, Christa. But then
we know that you do - and if you don't, you will,"
said Eduardo in his ear.
Chris saw the sitting man reach into his discarded
pants. He pulled out his box cutter and held it by his
side. Smiling evilly at Chris, Ramon beckoned him to
come to him. Chris just stood there, shaking his head,
no, very slowly. Unconsciously, his arm came up and
crossed his chest, hiding his erect nipples. "No."
Ramon laughed and said "Si, Chica!"
Eduardo stepped back and started videotaping the
encounter on the cell phone. Still shaking his head,
no, Chris felt everything slow down. It was like
having an out of body experience as the loud jail
noise receded to a hum in his ears. He could see lips
moving but no sound reached him. His vision began to
narrow with Carlos and Eduardo becoming mere blurs to
the side and the cell becoming smaller. All he could
see was the leering Ramon sitting in front of him
rubbing his cock and beckoning him forward. That and
the box cutter resting in his hand on the bench.
At first Chris couldn't believe it himself as he
shuffled slowly towards the man. His eyes never left
the cock being stroked and growing ever bigger. Even
as his mind rebelled at what he was doing, he slowly
moved between the Mexican's legs and sank to his
knees. The Mexican guided Chris's head towards his
cock, pushing it against the kneeling man's mouth.
"Si, Chica," cooed Ramon in truimph, "Mamame el
bicho."
As Chris opened his mouth, Ramon didn't wait, he
shoved his fat cock as deep and as hard as he could
into the opening and began fucking the American's
face. Chris caught off guard by the attack, gagged,
his eyes watering. Controlling Chris's head by pulling
on his ears, Ramon let the American nearly escape of
the end of his cock before pulling him back down. Each
time, it was deeper and deeper into his throat. Tears
were running down his face, but Chris kept sucking.
Suddenly Ramon stopped. He pulled his cock out of
Chris's mouth. Then he rubbed his cock, leaking pre-
cum, back and forth across the American's lips.
Pleased with himself, Ramon pressed against Chris's
lips again seeking access. Chris opened his mouth and
Ramon guided his cock back in. Ramon worked his hips
and pressed Chris's head down until his thick cock was
hitting the back of his throat. "Buena, chica, buena.
Rub my cojones while you suck. That's good gringa, now
lick my balls and use your hand to pump my cock."
Chris, frightened by the malevolent stare did as he
was told. He didn't want to, but the box cutter was
right there. After a few moments he was able to adjust
his breathing to the thrusts. He was still in shock
that a man's cock was in his mouth and he was
servicing it like a woman on her knees. Ramon kept
fucking his face, the thick cock stretching his lips.
Reaching for the box cutter, Carlos dropped to his
knees and scooted up behind Chris. The Mexican pulled
the seat of the white underwear down and started
cutting. Chris flinched as he felt the cold touch of
the blade on his butt. With Ramon's hand still wrapped
around the back of his head, Chris couldn't even look
behind to see what was happening. But he knew. With
several sawing and tugging motions his underwear hung
as two flaps from his waist. He could feel the cool
air on his ass.
He moaned as thick, blunt fingers pressed against his
rectum. One finger pressed deeper into his crack. Just
like at the doctor's he tried to tell himself. And
then a second one pushed in. Definitely not just like
at the doctor's. His body tensed as the fingers dug
deeper into his cavity. Now Carlos began to thrust his
fingers in and out. Chris's head arched back under the
assault.
You like, Christa?" asked Eduardo as he composed the
scene for the cell phone camera.
"No, please, no" Chris cried, "Tell him to stop,
please...."
Chris got no further as Ramon pushed his mouth back
onto the waiting cock. As Carlos thrust his fingers
into the young man's rectum in a steady rhythm, he
pressed on the American's back making the bottom arch
upwards. Carlos spat onto his fingers, adding more
spittle and tried to force a third finger up the
sheath.
Finally content, Carlos pulled down his own zipper,
freeing his stiffening cock. Moving forward between
Chris's legs, he pressed them apart spreading the
young man's ass cheeks wider. He lifted the remains of
the underwear out of the way and ran his thick cock up
and down the American's crack. Soon the hot tip
pressed against the spittle moist opening. Then he
started to push.
Chris's inner sphincter was squeezed shut as Carlos
tried to batter his way through. As the thick cock
head began to pierce the opening, Chris felt as if he
was being split in two and the tears rolled down his
cheeks as he clawed at the bench. Still the sphincter
held. Eduardo leaned in to him and said "Christa, make
it easier. Squeeze your pussy like you are taking a
shit... You'll see."
At that point Chris would have done anything to ease
the pain. As he did what Eduardo said and Carlos
crashed through the last obstacle. Chris's head
snapped up and off Ramon's cock. His eyes rolled back,
the pain tearing an agonised groan from him. He felt
his asshole rip and a warm trickle of blood running
down his leg. Carlos sank his thick cock until his
pubic hair was pressed against Chris's ass cheeks.
Neither moved for a moment as Carlos allowed Chris to
adjust to the thick cock in his body. With short and
slow movements at first, Carlos began to move it in
and out of Chris's asshole. Then with longer strokes,
Carlos guided Chris's hips back and forth.
"Ooohhh God" Chris cried out in his mind, still not
believing it, "I'm being fucked by a man," SMACK. . .
the slap on his buttocks made the Chris's ass jerk
forward, dragging the hard cock part way out of his
hole before it plunged back in again. This time Chris
arched his hips and began to hump backwards; He
squeezed his eyes shut as a very strong sense of
submission washed over him. His body went from rigid
and tense to soft and pliable. He started moving with
Carlos. He opened his mouth and took Ramon's cock back
inside as his body moved with Carlos' every thrust.
Ramon groaned with pleasure, "Si Chica. Dulces
labios." Sweet lips.
"Ella huele bien," grunted Carlos as he rubbed his
hairy chest against Chris's back, nipping his neck and
reaching under to tweak the small pink nipples of the
smaller man beneath him. Chris could only moan under
the heavy weight of the man as the thick head of
Carlos' cock drove deeper into his ass. Eduardo
translated for him. "He say you smell nice, Christa.
You should tell him 'muchas gracias, Carlos' Do it
now! Thank him for the compliment."
"Muchas gracias, Carlos"
"That's good, Christa. Now say 'Si Carlos, me hace tu
perra!' Say it. 'Si Carlos, me hace tu perra '"
Chris groaned as the thick cock plunged into his ass,
'Si Carlos, me hace tu perra, ' not knowing he had
just asked Carlos to make him his bitch. Carlos
laughed with delight and began to pound the young
American's ass harder and faster, saying. "Si, chica,
si,."
Ramon began squirting gobs of cum into the 'gringa's'
mouth. Chris swallowed some of the hot slime but most
ran around his cock, filling his mouth and out the
corners of his lips and dribbling down his chin. He
was still gagging with the bitter unfamiliar taste of
hot semen in his mouth and throat. All the while,
Chris was being ridden so hard by Carlos that he had
to hold onto Ramon's thighs for support. As he did so,
yet more strands of Ramon's cum began running out of
his mouth. Finally, Carlos roared as he let loose with
his cum and slowed after several more thrusts with his
cock still in Chris's ass.
Pulling Chris's head up from Ramon's lap, Eduardo
said, "Lick it up and eat it all, gringa, that might
be your hot supper today. Don't waste it... That's it,
chica ... good job. Put your tongue out, Christa."
Ramon placed his thick cock head on Chris's tongue and
it slowly oozed a puddle. Then he slowly pushed his
cock back into the awaiting mouth for Chris to clean
with his tongue.
Carlos cut Chris's ruined underwear off. He wiped his
cock clean and ran the wadded cloth between Chris's
buttocks. He held it up and showed the other two men
the blood mixed with his cum. "Usted ya no es virgen."
A virgin no longer indeed. The others sniggered with
delight. A new gringa had been made on the end of a
Mexican cock..
Eduardo sat down next to Ramon and told the kneeling
young man to stand up. Chris staggered to his feet
Both his knees were sore from the concrete floor and
his mouth from being stretched and fucked. A small
trickle of blood from the tear in his rectum and mixed
with Carlos cum ran down the inside of his thigh.
Eduardo reached out and softly handled Chris's
testicles and penis. "Chiquititas. Cojones no! Bolitas
si. Tetas pequenas." Ramon and Carlos laughed,
exchanging more raunchy remarks that Chris didn't
understand. "Christa, I want you to be moy amiga. Come
here, sit on my lap." ordered Eduardo.
Choking down a sob, Chris straddled Eduardo with his
legs on either side of the Mexican's body. Eduardo
pressed against Chris's thighs forcing him to spread
his legs wider. With his black glistening eyes hooded
with lust and power over the white 'Americano',
Eduardo told him a new phrase. "Christa, say 'Eduardo,
por favore, mierda mi cono chico. Say it ... 'Eduardo,
por favore, mierda mi cono chico." Chris did as he was
told.
"Buena, chica, Christa. - now put my cock in your boy
pussy like you just asked" Eduardo encouraged. Then he
rapidly spoke to Ramon who had the cell phone.
Oh god, Chris thought, he's treating me like a woman.
Now he's going to make me rape myself on his cock.
With his head hung down in humiliation, small tears of
shame trickled down his cheek. Slowly in a trance, he
reached under himself, and guided the Mexican's cock
against his sore, gaping hole, still slippery from
Carlo's cum. Chris closed his eyes and slowly lowered
himself onto Eduardo's hard cock. It slid smoothly
into the lubricated passage way until it reached the
inner sphincter.
Remembering what Eduardo had told him before - to use
his muscles as if he was about to take a shit, the
cock slid more easily into his bowels. Chris still
yelped in pain as it sank through his inner sphincter,
but it wasn't as bad this time. His body gently slid
down the greased pole. Oh God, he could feel Eduardo's
pubic hair on his bum. He was fully sheathed.
Eduardo smacked him gently on the butt. Using his
legs, Chris began to raise and lower himself on
Eduardo's stiff shaft. The Mexican smiled at him,
reached out and guided Chris's hips to the tempo he
wanted. It was nice and slow. Sometimes, he even
stopped Chris... and then would begin again, letting
the 'gringa' become more accustomed to the cock
invading his belly. Eduardo grinned as he ground his
tool deep inside. "Put your hands on my shoulders,"
Eduardo ordered. Chris leaned in, closing his eyes,
and Eduardo met him face to face, kissing him, and
dominating Chris with his tongue, just like a man
would kiss his woman.
Chris felt Eduardo grip the back of his head and pull
his face down as Eduardo's tongue stabbed between
Chris's lips causing him to open his eyes. He looked
into the piercing eyes and felt a chill run down his
back as the tongue gently, but forcefully thrust into
his mouth. The tongue dominated him with its warm
caress. With a small moan Chris opened his mouth to
Eduardo. He began to close his eyes, but Eduardo
wouldn't let him.
"No, chica. Look at me. Don't close your eyes. I want
you to look at me all the time. You will enjoy this.
And when I speak to you, all you have to say is 'Si,
Eduardo, si. Do you understand me?"
"Si, Eduardo,si"
Eduardo continued to kiss him intimately and softly as
if Chris was a woman.
"Ser una buena chica para mi." (be a good girl for me)
"Si Eduardo, si," responded Chris.
"I can't hear you. Louder."
Chris obeyed, saying it louder. "Si Eduardo, si," with
that Eduardo smiled and pumped his cock up into
Chris's clutching ass and they began fucking again.
Well juiced from Carlos' cum, the squelching noise
grew louder as the Eduardo's cock pumped in and out.
"Si eres hijo mio cono?" (Are you my pussy boy)
Eduardo asked loudly as he smacked Chris's butt with
his open hand.
"Si Eduardo, si," responded Chris as he began to hump
faster, his rectum clasping Eduardo's cock. His breath
started coming faster as he rode the prick faster. His
head tilted back and he sucked in his lower lip to
keep from sobbing. The hurt was receding. He was still
sore but a forbidden sense of pleasure deep inside was
growing as his hips worked rhythmically.
Oh god, what kind of man was he? His penis was
engorging with the unexpected pleasure from his anus
and prostate. He was trying to fuck Eduardo's cock
faster now, but the Mexican slowed him, dragging out
the pleasure and the intense feelings beginning to
take over his body and mind. "Ooohh! Ooooh, no!" he
groaned as his rock hard penis began to twitch.
Eduardo, laughingly ready, took the American's penis
and pointed it back at Chris. It spurted hard, four or
five times, onto his chest and face. Chris had never
come so hard in his life. It caught him off guard and
left him feeling ashamed that another man fucking him
had made ejaculate so hard. The American collapsed
forward, his breathing jagged and hot on the Mexican's
neck. His ass was still clenching Eduardo's cock as it
slowly slid in and out. "Was that good, chica? I think
you should thank me for giving you such a good fuck.
Yes? Why don't you give me your watch," Eduardo
whispered in Chris's ear.
Recovering slightly and still penetrated on Eduardo's
cock, Chris sat up and took his watch off; giving it
to the Mexican.
"Thank you for the keepsake, Christa. I'll always
think of fucking you when I look at it. Now then, its
time you finished your job as a pussy boy. Ride my
cock, bitch."
Chris began raising his ass up and down, using his
legs to ride the cock. Eduardo reached out, pulled and
pinched the small erect nipples, making Chris groan.
Slaps on the buttocks sped the motion up. Eduardo
could see the guard watching them through the bars and
didn't care. They wouldn't stop a 'gringo' being
turned into a 'gringa'.
In fact, some guards encouraged it and others ignored
it. Didn't matter who the victim was, payback for a
way of life not shared can be a bitch. Rich
'Americanos!' Knowing the young American couldn't see
the guard. Eduardo cupped Chris's face tenderly with
both hands as the American humped his body up and down
on the Mexican's thick cock. "Si eres una chica
guapa?( Are you a pretty girl)." he had asked loudly.
Chris didn't know what it meant but he was already
conditioned to the response
"Si, Eduardo, si."
The guard smiled as the little 'gringa' confirmed what
he could already see. The young man was a pussy boy
and willingly servicing his Mexican cellmates. And
doing a very good job of it, too! He told Carlos who
was standing near him watching the action that he
would be back in a few minutes. If the American
'gringa' wasn't too busy sucking cock or being fucked,
he could make his phone call.
Eduardo tensed as his cock began spurting forcefully
deep into the young American. "Yes, Christa ... buena,
chica." They slowly came to a halt. Eduardo's
softening cock made a slurping sound as it slipped out
of Chris's well-fucked ass. Chris's head fell forward,
resting on Eduardo's shoulder, as he tried to regain
his breath.
Twenty minutes later, the guard took Chris down the
hall past several other holding cells. The Mexicans,
seeing him wearing only an oversized, stained shirt
that he had to hold together and his bare legs, jeered
as he past. "Chocho Americano." The taunts followed
them as they went around the corner to where an old
phone hung on the wall.
Relieved, Chris reached for it. The guard, shaking his
head, stopped Chris, wagging a finger at him.
Confused, he thought perhaps the guard had to dial the
number. He was soon disabused of that idea as the man
gently, but firmly put both hands on the American's
shoulders and pressed down. Closing his eyes, Chris
slowly sank to his haunches in front of the guard, who
smiled down at him and said "Si, llevarlo a cabo."
Chris knew what the guard wanted even if he didn't
understand what he was saying. He didn't protest. He
didn't fight. His hands trembled as he fumbled with
the Guard's pant zipper. He reached in through the
heavy blue uniform trousers and pulled the man's
underwear down, and freeing the cock inside.
"Cuidado," the guard growled, warning him.
Chris gripped the guards buttocks as he tried to
maintain his balance on his haunches, his heels
pressing into his buttocks. The guard's hand held the
American's head in place as he pistoned his cock into
the oval mouth. The slurping sound grew louder as
Chris serviced the guard. He was being overwhelmed by
the sensations of Mexican's smell, the feel and taste
of the cock in his mouth. It was short but thick and
stretched his mouth open. The pant zipper began
rubbing his lips raw every time his face was deep in
the guard's bristly pubes. Still his eyes never left
the guard's, as he sucked and licked.
Every time Chris drew back to the cock tip, the guard
could see down his front as his thick cock slid in and
out of the American's mouth. Chris's small penis hung
limp between his legs. The oversized shirt was wide
open and draped on the outside of his legs down to the
floor. With his bare chest exposed, his nipples were
erect and under Chris's ass, a small puddle of
Eduardo's cum leaked from his rectum onto the
concrete. The guard cupped the back of Chris's head
and pushed his cock deeper into the American's throat,
making him gag before releasing him and feel the mouth
drag its way back down to the tip.
Chris started to bob his head up and down on the
guard's shaft while licking the sides with his tongue.
His hand gently pumped the engorged cock while the
guard moaned, "Si, gringa, buena."
It didn't take long for the guard to shoot his wad.
Chris's lips and the corners of his mouth were sore
from being stretched open for so long. He
unconsciously wiped the strands of cum from his chin
into his mouth and licked his fingers. Then he licked
the guard's cock clean and dried it with his shirt
tail before putting back in and zippering the pants
shut. The guard patted him on the head like he was a
good dog and pointed to the phone.
Chris couldn't believe it. The phone was working, but
no one was picking up. Katherine must be out and the
housekeeper had been told to never answer. The
answering machine kicked in and he left a hurried
message saying he was having trouble with the truck
and might be delayed overnight waiting for a part. He
would probably be home tomorrow.
He did not want her worried that he was in jail, or to
come rushing down to try and find him. He slowly hung
up, hesitant to lose the only connection he had to
home. The dirty catcalls rang out again as they
repassed the other cells, but this time the guard was
laughing and exchanging comments with them about the
'gringa'. As they returned to the cell, the guard told
Eduardo, "Le gusta ser una nina,." That the American
seemed to like being a girl.
Later that evening the guards brought in a small meal
and some blankets. The word was that they would see
the judge early in the morning. A pail for a toilet
was put in the holding cell and the lights were dimmed
for the night. Soon the entire block was quieter as
men dozed in their uncomfortable surroundings.
Ever since Chris had come back from using the phone,
the three Mexicans had let him be, preferring to talk
among each other. He just huddled in a corner lost
alone in his own thoughts. Very disturbing thoughts as
he replayed the day in his mind. Chris was trying to
reconcile himself to the fact that he had sucked two
men's cocks until they came in his mouth. His ass,
which was still sore, had been fucked twice. But there
was one thought that made him both cringe with
embarrassment and yet made his penis engorge softly.
It was Eduardo making him cum without even touching
his penis. In his mind, he saw himself riding up and
down on the Mexican's cock while Eduardo just sat
there. The intense feeling in his gut. And then his
own sperm exploding from his penis like it had never
done before. Inwardly, he groaned both in pleasure and
shame.
He wondered if he would be sexually assaulted again in
the night. He already knew he wouldn't fight it. He
wondered who it would be. Finally, unable to stay
awake any longer, he stretched out; covered himself
with the two blankets and turned towards the wall. He
was soon asleep and despite the discomfort, did not
wake until morning.
Stiff after lying the night on the floor, Chris
watched the guards scurrying about collecting the
blankets and buckets. No breakfast was served. He just
sat in the corner away from the others. They hadn't
spoken all morning. Chris was worrying about appearing
before the judge in just a long, dirty shirt and socks
when a guard came for Eduardo and the other two men.
Only Eduardo turned as they were leaving. With a big
smile he said, "Adios, chica." He threw Ramon's old
jeans to the American with a wave of goodbye and a rub
of the crotch. And with him went Chris's watch, cell
phone, money, business cards and pictures of
Katherine.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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