Chapter 1
From Honduras to Guatemala

At first, Juan Martinez had only told Alberto Garza that he had immigrated from Honduras and had been tricked by the Brandon brothers into working for them and ending up being little more than their slave for both labor and sex. He had been staying with the Garzas for only three nights when the night terror happened.

Juan stirred in his bed moving fitfully as the nightmare unfolded. In his dream he was running naked across a sandy desolate landscape as an unrelenting sun beat down casting the whole scene into shades of red. He was almost out of breath from running, but in the distance, he could hear the barking of the hounds that accompanied his pursuers. He didn't know who they were, only that they wanted him and would never give up. No matter what he did nor how fast he ran, they came after him. Despite all his efforts, they were closing the gap between them. In his dream it seemed that the dogs were right behind him. Then, he tripped and fell. Suddenly, the dogs were circling him, snarling and barking at him. The two men were right behind them.

The boy woke up screaming. Drenched in a cold sweat, his eyes scanned the darkened room, searching for men and dogs that were not there.

Suddenly the door to his room burst open and Al ran in flicking on the bedroom light as he entered.

"Juan, Juan, despierta, es solo un sueño. Estás seguro," (Wake up. It's only a dream. You're safe)" he called out in a loud voice.

Seeing that Juan was panting and covered in sweat, Al sat down on the edge of the bed and wrapped the boy in his big arms. He sat there rocking him back and forth as he tried to comfort him and bring him back to reality.

Continuing in Spanish he said, "As far as I know, this is the third time that you've had a nightmare since you have been here. You must tell me what happened to you that makes you have these terrible dreams. I know that bad things happen to those who come up from south of the border. You must have been through Hell. If you tell me about it, then maybe you will stop having nightmares."

Juan bit his lip for a minute as he thought about what Al had just said. He wiped the sweat from his face with the back of his hand and took a deep breath. Then, he said, "I'll tell you, but only in confidence. It's not something that I want to share with just anybody."

Slowly, with his head down, and in a low voice he began to tell his story about how his father was killed in a traffic accident in the rural backwater of Honduras where they lived, how his mother and younger brother had died from untreated illnesses, how he came to live with his uncle and aunt, how cruel the uncle was, and how he had looked for reasons to beat him.

In more detail, he described how it had all come to a head one day when his uncle, drunk as usual, forced him to strip telling the fifteen-year-old boy that he was going to 'Golpearle tu culo' (beat your ass). As he stood there naked and trembling in anticipation of what was to come, his cock had risen up to its full five-inch [13 cm] length. His uncle had spat on the floor and laughed. Instead of beating him, he had grabbed him by his penis and balls. Juan hung his head and cried as he described how the fat man had squeezed hard, forcing him to his knees, screaming in pain. His hand went to his cheek as he recalled how the uncle had backhanded him across the mouth, knocking him to the floor with pain both in his groin and his face.

Alberto Garza listened intently as Juan described how he had not been knocked unconscious as the uncle had thought, only momentarily stunned. The boy related how he had gotten up while his drunken uncle's back was turned. The fat man had staggered over to the small wooden kitchen table looking for his bottle. Even Juan could understand how his uncle would feel that another drink was warranted before beating him. Then he'd remembered the iron skillet on the stove. He told Al how he had grabbed it and how good it felt to have a weapon in his hand. Swinging at the man, even if in self-defense, seemed like a blow for freedom. As it was, the blow, though glancing, was effective as it struck his uncle on the side of his head.

Juan described how good it had felt as he stood there looking down at his unconscious uncle. He lay in a heap at his feet with blood flowing from the place where the skillet had connected with his head. He recounted how he had realized that it was a good thing that he had not killed him.

The decision had been made for him. If he stuck around, the uncle would have seen that what passed for law in their part of rural Honduras would have locked him away and only God would have known what happened to him once he was behind those walls.

Dressing hurriedly, he had filled his backpack with some food and an extra set of clothes. Then, rummaging through his uncle's pockets, he had taken what little money he found. Minutes later, he left the house and never looked back.

***

Juan told of how, after two days on the road, he had come to a jungle clearing where he had encountered a small group of smugglers led by a man named Hector. The man, it seems, had once been a wrestler on one of the minor circuits that went from town to town entertaining the locals. Unfortunately, Hector had taken a bad fall in the ring that left him with a broken leg which had been poorly set and that had healed badly. The result was a permanent limp. Once his wrestling days were over, he wound up doing odd jobs, drinking too much, and adding considerably to his already heavy weight.

It wasn't long before his brother, who was a border guard, recruited him to help with smuggling the desperate across the frontier from Honduras into Guatemala. Strangely enough, Hector had turned out to be a far better smuggler than he had ever been a wrestler.

By the time Juan encountered him, Hector weighed 190 lbs [86 kg] but only stood about 5' 6" tall [1.7 m]. Needless to say, he had a pronounced gut on him and whatever muscle he had once had had pretty much turned to fat. He had long greasy black hair and an unkempt mustache. Since he tended to eat and drink too much and wipe his hands on his clothes, he was always dirty and greasy. Still, he was an effective leader and could be hard, even cruel, when the occasion demanded it.

Juan described how Hector had taken a liking to him and decided to use him on his gang of smugglers as what Americans would have called a 'go-fer'.

***

Things weren't too bad working for Hector and his men until that night on an estancia (a moderately sized, home-based ranch or farm) near the border.

It was a rundown place that might once have been a successful small ranch. Now it was only used by smugglers like Hector as a waystation along a remote trail that connected the two countries. Hector's brother handled their use of the place. A friend of his on the other side of the frontier worked with him to bring refugees undetected across the unmarked border to a similar place on the Guatemalan side.

That particular trip they had only a few children who were to make the crossing. Unfortunately, a Guatemalan army patrol had been sighted making its rounds along the frontier. As a result, they had to wait at the Honduran estancia for more than the usual one night until the patrol had passed.

Trying to placate the smugglers, Hector's brother had sent out a tub of beer for the men to enjoy while they waited. Unfortunately, the men already had a good supply of tequila at the estancia. Between the tequila and the cervaza (beer), all of the old resentments that Hector held deep within him had come bubbling up to the surface while they waited for an opportunity to cross the border.

There were two especially good looking boys among the kids that were making the trip. Both were about twelve or maybe thirteen years old. The drunken Hector got it into his head that he would like to see them wrestle.

Hector wiped the beer from his lips and gestured toward the two boys as he commanded, "Desnudas!" (strip)

Then motioning to the two nearby young ranch hands who lived at the estancia, he added, "You hombres bring a couple of jugs of that oil you use to wipe down your horses and we'll oil down these two boys so that they'll be harder to pin."

Turning back to the small group around the camp fire, the head coyote added, "I think that one fall should settle this. You agree, no?" His men grinned and shook their heads as they mumbled 'yes' to indicate their agreement with his conditions for the match.

Neither boy had ever expected to be wrestling, let alone naked in front of a group of strangers. Both stood there embarrassed as well as red faced. They had no problem being naked at home or in their school showers with their brothers or their friends. However, the idea of wrestling naked was not something that they had ever expected to do.

Moving slowly, they pulled off their shirts, dropped their ragged pants and stepped out of them. Each of the boys blushed as they did so, a fact that went unnoticed in the half-light of the campfire. Now completely naked, they stood there shivering slightly in the cool night air.

Carlos' larger size, and especially large penis, first caught the eye of Hector and the others. Then, they looked at Luis with his larger mound of pubic hair. Both of them were about 5 feet [1.5m] tall. Carlos was the more muscular with a good lean body. He must have weighed about 140 lbs [65 kg]. Luis, on the other hand, was on the stocky side and weighed about 150 lbs [68 kg]. The general feeling was that they would be more or less evenly matched.

The men continued to drink their beer or tequila as they discussed the merits of the two boys, placing bets on which one would win the match. Neither boy could do anything to hide his nakedness, as they were minutely examined by the eyes of the men and the other boys as they stood there in the half light of the camp fire. At that moment, if there had been a way to disappear into the night, both boys would have willingly done so.

While the two boys had been stripping, the two young ranch hands who normally worked the estancia had gone over to a supply cabinet that was built into one side of the barn and took out an earthen pottery jug that was filled with oil. They motioned the two boys over to them where they proceeded to oil their naked bodies. Oiling them it would make it that much more difficult for either of them to hold onto the other in the coming match. Unfortunately (depending on how you look at it), the oiling process also caused the two boys to become aroused. Even though both boys were in the early phase of puberty, their penises started to get hard as their bodies were rubbed with the oil. As it was, the ranch hands took advantage of the situation and all too generously rubbed their penises with the oil so that by the time they were finished, both of the boys were rock-hard and glistening in the fire light.

Hector glared at the two naked boys with undisguised lust. As he continued to stare, he used the back of his hand to wipe a mixture of drool and beer from his chin. He burped loudly, and ordered the two boys to take up positions at opposite corners of the cleared area in the middle of the barnyard. One of the men tossed more wood onto the campfire. The light from the flames cast their naked young bodies into shadows which emphasized their now-oil-covered muscles.

Hector, and all of his men, leered at the naked boys and felt a stirring in their groins. None had ever witnessed a sight like this before. Indeed, it would be something to talk about the next time they shared drinks in a cantina.

Goaded by Hector, Carlos and Luis each assumed a crouching stance. The coyote leader raised his arm as a signal, then dropped it, as he declared loudly, "Begin!" The two naked and oiled boys, both still sporting semi-hard adolescent cocks, slowly stalked one another in a circle, sizing one another up. Each of them glared at the other as though they could somehow will the other into submission.

Suddenly, Carlos sprang into action! With his left arm raised and his right lowered like he was going to grab Luis by his still-stiff cock or balls, Carlos rushed at the husky boy, trying to throw him off balance and take him down. Luis stumbled backward as he tried to avoid being grabbed by the bigger boy. Seconds too slow to sidestep the attack, he fought to regain his balance. Exploiting his advantage, Carlos managed to get Luis in an arm lock and quickly used one leg to throw Luis to the ground. The resulting takedown found both of the naked, slippery boys on the dirt floor with Carlos on top of Luis.

Hector grinned and called out, "Takedown, Carlos."

Although this left Carlos in the better position, the oil on their bodies made it difficult for him to exploit his advantage. However, rolling around on the dirt floor that comprised the clearing, there between the barn and the house caused the dirt to stick to the oil on their naked bodies thus limiting the slickness that the oil provided. This gave each boy more opportunity to hold onto the other. Somehow, Luis' struggling threw Carlos off-balance just enough to roll him over and onto his side. In a flash the tables were turned and now Luis was on top of Carlos!

It was now that the stocky boy's greater weight came into play. Carlos struggled against Luis and slowly but surely pushed him back using both of his muscular arms. Then, using strength that none of the men present knew that he had, Carlos turned the tables and rolled Luis over. In only seconds, Carlos was straddling Luis in the dirt of the barnyard.

The dirt, sweat and oil that covered both of the naked and struggling boys only added to the erotic effect that the match was having on each of them. Pinned to the dirt floor of the barnyard, Carlos' rigid penis was pressed into Luis' belly, while the other boy's equally hard penis was brushing against his opponent's butt-crack. In spite of the fact that both boys were just becoming sexually active, if a decision were not soon in coming, one or both of the boys would climax right there in front of the coyote and his band of men. However, once Carlos had Luis' well-oiled upper body spread-eagled, it was obvious that the more that Luis struggled, the more it was that his struggle was in vain.

Luis struggled for another minute or so before succumbing to the inevitable. Finally, doing everything that he could think of to avoid it, he was forced to say, "I yield." The whole match had only taken a few minutes.

The two naked, oily, and now exceedingly dirty boys got up from the dirt of the barnyard, sweat glistening on their brows. There was a moment of silence and then Carlos looked up, smiling slightly, while Luis continued to look down at the ground as he realized that he had lost.

Juan hung his head as he described to Al in a low voice, how Hector had called him over and told him that he wanted to watch while the two boys sucked him off. Stunned at the command, he had refused. Hector, by now really drunk, had staggered to his feet and slapped him hard across his face. Two of the coyote's men had grabbed him and held him, while a third pulled off his clothes. Almost before he knew what happened, they had him tied naked to a big tree at one side of the barnyard.

Juan cried as he told Al how Hector had staggered over to him and fondled his cock with his big greasy hand. The fat coyote had rubbed his hand with some of the oil leftover from rubbing down the two boys. Then, he slowly ran it up and down Juan's cock until he was rock hard.

The man spit on the ground and then motioned Carlos over to the him. Reluctantly and unsure of what was happening the boy obeyed. When he was only a foot or so away from Juan, Hector ordered in a loud voice, "Suck him."

Carlos shook his head and said, "No, soy pervertido." (I'm no pervert.)

The fat man snarled at the boy and said in Spanish, "You had your chance." Then, he gestured to his men and ordered, "Tie this one over that barrel over there."

Afraid of what Hector might do next, two of the men grabbed young Carlos and slung him over a large barrel that was lying on its side. They pounded stakes into the ground and secured his hands and feet with cord leaving him with his boy hole as a beckoning target in the half light of the campfire.

The drunken man staggered over to the barrel and ran his hand over Carlos' slim ass. As he continued to squeeze the boy's left butt cheek with one hand, he undid the fly of his pants with his other hand. His big cock emerged already hard and ready for sex. Hector took a drink from a bottle of tequila and positioned himself behind the squirming boy. Wiping drool from his mouth, he literally rammed his hard cock all the way into the boy's virgin hole.

Carlos screamed as he was raped by the drunken coyote. To Juan, it seemed like the more that the boy screamed, the more that it excited the man. Finally, he came inside of the boy. When he finished, the kid was unconscious.

Turning to Juan, he had said, "This is what happens when you don't do what I tell you to do."

Juan told Al how he was left there naked tied to the tree all night. Early the next morning, one of the men cut him down. When they cut Carlos loose, he did not move. Two of the men hauled the boy out of the clearing and into the woods. That was the last that Juan had seen of him. He could only hope that they had just abandoned the boy there and not finished him off.

As it was, one of the ranch hands threw Juan's wadded up clothes at his feet and told him to get dressed as they were leaving for the border after breakfast.

Later that morning as they worked their way down the trail, Juan could only wonder if what he had gotten himself into was worse than facing his uncle back home.

Chapter 2
Guatemala – El Patron

Once he had convinced Juan to tell his story, Al could only sit there listening trying to comfort the boy as best he could as the horrors of his journey north spilled out. The older man hoped that by recounting what had happened to him the boy would somehow find peace. The things that had happened while Juan was still in his native Honduras were bad enough but now, after a brief pause and a drink of water, he described what had happened once they had crossed into Guatemala before entering Mexico.

***

Juan relayed to Al how they had crossed the border in the dark of night, somehow eluding the Guatemalan army patrols. Hector, the Coyote leader, had kept the little band of refugees moving most of the night until they arrived exhausted at the gate of what appeared to be a large estate. No one had to tell the boy that something less than legal was going on there when they were met at the gate by two armed men who eyed them suspiciously while making sure that the semi-automatic rifles that they carried were carefully pointed at Hector and his men.

One of the guards at the gate used his cell phone to call ahead. It was only a minute or two when two more armed men arrived at the gate in a pickup truck. One of the men was about Hector's age and equally fat, while the other one was just the opposite, being very thin. The fat one grinned when he saw Hector and called out: "Oye, hermano, ¿qué te trae por aquí a esta hora?" (Hey, brother, what brings you here at this hour?)

Juan had been relieved to learn that this was indeed Hector's brother, Enrique. He also heard one of the men tell another one that they were safe, now that they were at the estate of "El Patron." Juan told Al that he had figured correctly that whoever "El Patron" was, he was obviously the head of this band of smugglers. The estate where they were at the time was most likely the rural headquarters for what was a trail of safe houses along a backroads trail that moved refuges north for a price. He was soon to learn that what happened there would determine who went north and who did not.

***

The main building of the estate was a classic Latin American hacienda. It consisted of a low slung, stuccoed, spacious home that was fronted by a large veranda, which was framed by a series of graceful arches topped by a red clay tiled roof. The walls were an off-white and punctuated by a number of floor to ceiling French doors with wrought iron grills that could be locked into place for security purposes. Bougainvillea climbed the walls here and there lending a graceful, relaxing touch to the building. All in all, the place looked comfortable but well defended against anyone wanting to get in who were not welcome.

Enrique stood on the steps of the hacienda and barked orders at the men. Juan was unsure of how that affected him until he heard the man say, "Bring that new big kid who came with Hector and that smaller one who lives here into the house. They look like the kind of boys that would appeal to "El Jefe." (The Boss) He's coming out from Antigua this evening and, if I know him, he's going to want some fun along with his work while he's here. Better to be prepared than to have to scramble at the last minute. If I remember right, that local boy pleased the Patron the last time that he was here."

Juan told of how two of the smugglers had motioned a local boy, who he later learned was named Diego, and him to go with Enrique by gesturing with their guns. Neither boy had hesitated fearing what might happen if they did not do as they were told and do it quickly.

***

Once in the hacienda, the boys were taken to a large tiled bathroom and told that they were going to take a shower and get cleaned up. After the time that he had spent on the road in the heat and humidity of the Central American jungle, the idea of a shower was something that Juan had found more than just something nice to do. Diego had been working in the barn and was sweaty from his work, and also needed to clean up.

"Take off those dirty clothes. Strip," ordered the smuggler matter-of-factly.

Juan and Diego started pulling off their dirty clothes while Enrique turned on the water adjusting it for the proper temperature. By now, unsurprised by any order that they might receive from Hector or one of his men, Juan told Al how both boys had first started to pull off their shirts. Juan knew that for a boy of fifteen he already had a well-muscled, tanned torso. When he had worked shirtless in the fields, more than once he had caught passing girls and even women eyeing his body. Shoes and socks had quickly followed. In a single move, he had dropped his pants and underwear. He stood there for a moment, naked, scratching an imaginary itch on his ball sack and letting Enrique take in the sight of him.

The smuggler eyed him carefully, going from his face down to his pubic area. (Juan said that at that moment he had felt like he was a piece of meat in the marketplace, being sized up for the evening meal.) The man's gaze lingered on his penis with what was more than just casual interest. Then, he glanced over at Diego who was by now also naked. Juan heard him suck in his breath and murmur half to himself, "You two are definitely the kind of boys that the Patron likes."

Not sure of just what that meant, the two boys locked eyes for a moment and exchanged uncertain looks. What might come next was anybody's guess.

Like Juan, Diego was also about 5 feet 7 inches [1.70 m] tall and probably weighed 150 lbs. [68 kg]. His short straight black hair was slightly curly. From spending time shirtless in the tropical sun, he also had a good upper body tan. Like many Latinos of Indian descent, his body was almost hairless, but in his case, his pubic area had been shaved smooth. As a result, his flaccid three and a half inch [9 cm] cock looked bigger than it was.

"El Patron likes his boys hairless," said Enrique as he handed Juan a safety razor, a can of shaving cream, and a pair of scissors.

The boy looked at the smuggler and nodded that he understood as he took the razor, shaving cream, and scissors from him. As Enrique watched from the door of the bathroom, the boy, having no choice in the matter, took the scissors and began to cut off his pubic hair until it was reduced to little more than stubble. Next, he turned on the water in the lavatory and got it to the right temperature. Once he had wet down the areas to be shaved, he applied a liberal coating of shaving cream. Then, using the safety razor he first scraped off his treasure trail before tackling what remained of his pubic hair. It only took a couple of minutes for him to become as smooth as silk. Unfortunately, that was not to be the end of his humiliation.

"Put your arms up over your head," instructed Enrique. "Your pits need to go as well."

Juan had no choice but to do as he was told. He didn't have that much in the way of armpit hair anyway, so that it only took a minute or two to shave his pits bare.

However, it was the last indignity that the boy was not expecting. "Lean over the lavatory and spread your butt cheeks. I need to see if there are any hairs back there that need to go," instructed Enrique, as he pushed Juan in the direction of the basin.

Juan was trembling as he did what Enrique had instructed. He flinched as the man ran his hand over his butt checking him for hair. More than anything, just to be sure, the man spread warm water on both of the boy's butt cheeks and in his crack. Slowly and carefully, Enrique shaved Juan's slim ass with careful attention to the area around his rosebud.

When he finished shaving the boy, Enrique shoved his index finger deep into Juan's ass. The boy let out a low whimper, stifling a cry as his virgin hole was penetrated for the first time.

"That's a nice tight little ass you've got there. The Patron will like that," said Enrique as he grinned at Juan's image in the lavatory mirror, while he stood behind him wiping his hands.

Juan told Al how embarrassed and helpless he had felt at that moment. He confessed that right then if he could have gone down the bathroom drain, he would have gladly done so.

Having finished shaving the boy, Enrique told him, "Step into the shower and I'll wash off any remaining lather."

"I can wash myself!" exclaimed a humiliated and frustrated Juan, as he staggered unsteadily into the tiled shower bay. He turned his head so that Enrique could not see the tears that slowly ran down his face as he got under the shower. Swallowing hard, he fumbled with the faucet pretending to adjust the water temperature as he pulled himself together as best he could under the circumstances.

"I think that Diego had better help you," remarked the smuggler with an evil grin on his face.

With hate still apparent in his eyes, Juan had moved over in the large shower and made room for the other boy. After all, deep down he knew that arguing with the man was useless.

"A little shower sex might loosen things up, as well as let me see how well you can perform," added Enrique as he fingered a now apparent bulge in his pants. "Diego, help him out. I need to know that what I'm sending to El Patron will please him."

Diego took a piece of soap from the shower dish and began to rub Juan's chest and then slowly worked his way down the older boy's abs and into his now hairless pubic area. With his other hand, he circled the now stiffening penis in a soapy grasp.

Hanging his head in shame, Juan relayed to Al how, in spite of himself, he had quickly become fully erect. His embarrassment was obvious, as he described how his eyes had glazed, as Diego had run his hand up and down his rock-hard cock.

From the shower, out of the corner of his eye, Juan could see that Enrique was taking in more than just the sex that was unfolding in front of him. Every nuance of the emotions that the boy experienced were obvious to this jaded man, as the youth's face and body reacted to his first truly sexual experience. The fact that these raced between the boy's embarrassment at having sex in front of people who were little more than total strangers, and how good it felt being masturbated, was not lost on Enrique.

Diego stroked Juan's hard penis in such a way that it was apparent that this wasn't the first time that he had done this. It didn't take long before the older boy rose up on the balls of his feet, with his face frozen in a stare as though he were in a trance. Then it happened. His penis shot out a stream of cum that was almost a foot [30 cm] long, followed by several shorter bursts. When the cum stopped, Diego released his hand from Juan's penis. The now spent boy turned toward the wall so that those in the room could not see the tears that ran down his face.

"That was impressive," said Enrique, oblivious to the emotional impact of what had just happened upon a naïve and until now innocent Juan. "Now, Diego, do him up the rear. I want him to know what boy on boy sex is really about. The Patron may want that."

The younger boy whispered in Juan's ear, "You have not done this before, have you?" The older boy looked down at the tile floor of the shower and shook his head indicating that he had not.

"If you can relax and push out as I enter, you will find that it is less painful. Are you able to do that?" Diego whispered in the ear of the boy that he was about to impale.

"Yes, I'll try to do that," whispered Juan back to the younger boy. "You might as well do whatever Enrique wants. He only thinks of us as pieces of meat that he will use to satisfy his Patron. He doesn't care anything about us. This is just his way of humiliating me and making sure that I know what to expect when he gives me to his boss. He doesn't care if I like it or not. He just wants to please his Patron"

Diego stroked his cock with his soapy hand to ensure that it was completely hard. Then he positioned himself directly behind the older boy. At first, he only ran his five inch [12 cm] cock up and down Juan's crack. Then, slowly, he inserted its tip in the virgin opening. The older boy winced at this invasion of his body. Juan told Al that he could still recall how he was determined not to give Enrique the satisfaction of crying out, no matter what happened.

Diego teased his glans in and out of the opening, pressing a little harder each time, but Juan's sphincter resisted. However, the younger boy had done this before and knew what he was doing. Pressing harder, his rock-hard penis slowly but surely slipped past the resisting muscle. As Enrique watched from the sidelines, he could see that Juan's face was distorted from the pain. Still, the boy did not cry out.

Diego eased the rest of his penis into the Honduran boy's ass. He knew that Juan was now beginning to feel its head pressing against his prostate. From his own experience, he also knew that his victim was feeling that mix of pleasure and pain that comes with another guy's cock up your ass. That was when the younger boy began a slow in and out motion, which increased in speed as he himself became more and more aroused.

Diego used his fingers and found Juan's nipples as he continued to pound the young Honduran boy's butt. Experienced fingers slowly massaged each brown nub as hard boy meat found its way in and out of Juan. As he stood there taking in the sight, Enrique could hear Juan moaning softly in time with the action in his rear. Suddenly, the younger boy stiffened as he reached orgasm and filled Juan's butt with cum. Both of the boys in the shower were panting, with Juan pressed closely against the tile wall while Diego leaned against his back with his penis still embedded in the older boy's butt.

Diego slowly pulled his cock out of the young Honduran boy and adjusted the shower so that the warm water now cascaded over both of their still panting naked bodies. For the second time, the Guatemalan boy took a piece of soap in his hand and started rubbing up and down Juan's torso. Turning toward the younger boy, Juan in turn found another piece of soap and began to wash him as well. The two of them looked each other in the face and without thinking leaned forward and kissed. There was a second's hesitation, and just as suddenly, both boys were deep kissing each other as they continued to run their hands over each other's bodies.

"You know what, Juan, for someone who's not done this before, you certainly seem to be enjoying sex with another boy," said Enrique with a big laugh as he continued to watch the two boys now fully engaged in shower sex.

Juan pulled himself away from Diego and looked at his smuggler captor through the water of the shower. "Yes, I'll admit that I liked it, but why would you care whether or not I did? You just want me to be ready to please your Patron," said Juan with his voice breaking more than once as he spoke.

Enrique just stood there frowning looking back at him saying nothing.

Juan turned off the shower. He stood there wiping water as well as tears from his face and eyes as he did, and reached for a towel. Diego came out behind him dripping on the bathmat as he also pulled a towel from the rack.

As they dried, Enrique said, "Come out into the room when you've finished drying off."

The two naked teenaged boys soon emerged from the bathroom with towels wrapped around their waists.

Enrique stood there with his arms folded across his chest. He looked from one boy to the other, cleared his throat and said, "Yes, I want you to be comfortable with male sex. And yes, I want you to please El Patron. What you don't know is that it's for your own safety. Those who fail to please him have been known to disappear. Unless you want that, you'll be on your best behavior. Believe me, you would thank me, if you knew all of the secrets that I know. Now, I'm going to tell you how to behave and how to please him. So, listen carefully… "

***

Juan relayed to Al how it was in the hacienda's best bedroom that evening that Diego and he had waited for the Patron to finish his dinner. They could hear the sounds of talking and laughter and even some music drifting up from the floor below while they waited for what had been a leisurely meal with Hector and Enrique to end.

When the door to the room had opened, Enrique had entered accompanied by the Patron. Juan told of how his first impression of the man who was known only as "El Patron" had been that he was an impressive man in his own right. He described him as being about six feet [1.85 m] tall and how he must have weighed about 185 lbs. [83 kg]. While he appeared to be in his mid-forties, it was obvious that he was still physically fit, even if a little thick in the middle. Unlike most of the people of the region, he appeared to be of pure European descent. Juan could tell from the cut of his clothes that they were expensive, particularly when compared to the loose cottons worn by most of the men and boys of the estancia.

As for Juan and Diego, they stood there in the room clad, in nothing but the knee length shapeless white cotton shorts that were the type worn by men and boys working in the fields in that region of the country. The Patron looked at the two boys and said to Enrique, "Ah, yes, it appears that you have chosen well, my friend. Now, let's see them without the shorts."

Enrique gestured with his hand, and both boys scrambled to push their shorts down and step out of them. Then, naked, they stood there facing the Patron with their hands at their sides as they had been instructed.

The older man looked them up and down as though they were for sale in the local market place. He walked over to Diego and ran his hand down the boy's firm body, from his chest to his pubic area. He stopped and took hold of the youth's cock rolling it around in one hand, while the other hand felt his balls. There was an almost instant reaction as Diego's penis stiffened and became rigid from the man's fondling.

"I've had you for the night when I've been here before, haven't I?" asked the Patron.

"Yes, master. You have," replied the boy smiling slightly at the older man.

The Patron smiled broadly and took his hands off the boy as he replied, "Tonight should be a welcome distraction."

Turning to Juan, he said, "What have we here?"

As he had with Diego, he ran his hands over Juan's naked body feeling the firmness of his abs and belly, while tweaking his nipples with his other hand. When he reached the boy's freshly shaved pubic area, he ran the flat of his hand over the area making sure that he had been clean-shaven. Then, taking Juan's penis in his hand, he began to run his curled fingers up and down the boy's organ. Almost instantly, it was rock hard with precum starting to ooze from the tip.

Turning to Enrique, he said, "You have done well my friend. Now leave us."

***

Minutes later, the three of them were stretched out on the bed, naked. What Juan then described to Al would have been called a "menage á trois," if the boy had known the meaning of the term.

The Patron's hands pressed against the back of the younger boy's head, keeping him from pulling away from the man's thick 6-inch [15 cm] long, stiff penis as he slid it in and out of Diego's mouth. "Yes… that's it boy, let me feel you suck it as hard as you can… ahhh, yes, that's the way I like it!"

Following the Patron's orders, Juan told how he had planted his own hard five inches [12 cm] of boy-meat firmly in the younger boy's ass, so that the Patron could clearly see him doing it. His lack of experience did not stop him from fucking Diego's dark-tan ass with a vigor that he somehow enjoyed, while still feeling conflicted in doing so. However, deep down, he knew that if he did not do as he was told, he might not see the light of day.

The Patron smiled as he watched Juan doing his best to cum in front of him, so as to give the older man even more stimulation than Diego's eager and no doubt experienced mouth could provide. Having already serviced the Patron on one of his previous visits to the estancia, the younger boy already knew that the man was stimulated by the sight of others having sex. Like many other boys who have been forced to have sex with men, he had, from his very first encounter, come to the realization that pleasing the one who was fucking you was what really counted. It ensured that you got what passed for the good life here at this out of the way hacienda, somewhere off the backroads of Guatemala.

While Diego was thinking about what else he could do to please the Patron, Juan's efforts had produced results. "Patron, I'm going to cum!" the boy cried out in a loud voice.

"Don't pull out. Cum in Diego's ass," instructed the man, as the younger boy sucked hungrily at his hard penis. Moments later Juan rose up on the balls of his feet as he plunged in and out of the younger boy's inviting ass. His eyes glazed over and his breathing became ragged as he stroked the side of Diego's slender butt with his free hand. Then, there was a low moan as he climaxed. This, plus Diego's continued sucking, brought the Patron to his own climax.

The talented thirteen-year-old tried in vain to swallow the man's cum, but there was just too much of it coming at him too fast. There was no way for him to get it all down. Juan could see some of it dribble out of Diego's mouth, down his chin, and onto his chest.

The Patron and both boys lay there sweat covered and panting, from their sexual exertions. The three of them remained motionless for a couple of minutes as their bodies came down from their mutual sexual high.

As their breathing began to return to normal, Juan did as he had been told to do earlier in the day when he was briefed by Enrique. In a low, respectful voice, he asked the man, "Master, would you like something to drink, now that you have been serviced?"

"Yes, that would be fine. Perhaps, a glass of that good wine that is produced here on the estate. As I recall, it's very satisfying after exerting oneself," replied the older man. Leaning on one elbow, he watched Diego lick and wipe his penis clean of what cum still remained. As he lay there, he unconsciously tousled the boy's dark hair and smiled. The boys heard him say softly more or less to himself, "This has been a good evening's entertainment. Too bad I can't get this sort of thing back home, without becoming the talk of the town."

Skipping a shower, it took a few minutes for Juan and Diego to remove all evidence of their sexual romp from the Patron, before helping him to dress. Carefully, they rubbed his body with a damp towel that they dipped in clean water that was kept for that purpose in a large bowl, on a chest near the bed. Once they had him cleaned up, they helped him to dress while he finished drinking his glass of wine. Once finished with the Patron, they wiped the sweat from each other and then dressed. Then they stood there quietly, ready to do whatever this powerful man might want next. After all, their role was to please.

Juan shook his head and shuddered as he told Al about that evening in Guatemala. He sat there in the half-darkened room and said that it was at that point in his travels that he knew that no matter how he really felt, he had to keep whatever his own feelings were to himself. If he wanted to live, he had to go along with whatever was expected of him. He had vowed to himself to do whatever it took to get to America and freedom, even if for the moment that meant being a sex slave to someone known only as "El Patron."

Chapter 3
Mexico: Sex in Chiapas

Juan continued telling his story to Al there in the half-light of that darkened bedroom. The more that he shared with the older man, the calmer he became. Juan's voice slowly became a soft monotone as he retraced his journey from Guatemala into Mexico.

It seems that the Patron at the estancia in Guatemala had a brother who lived at the city of Tuxtla in the southern Mexican state of Chiapas. Both of them worked together to facilitate getting refugees across the border and then moving them further north for a profit. Juan told Al how he was soon to find out that brotherhood was not the only thing that the two of them had in common. Sex with boys was high on both of their lists of things to do.

***

Juan relayed to Al how the next night they had again crossed a border by moonlight. This time they were able to elude both Guatemalan as well as Mexican army patrols. (Juan never knew if they were just lucky or if the patrols were bribed to look the other way.) The Coyote leader, Hector, kept driving his little band of refugees, keeping them moving until they arrived, exhausted, at the gate of what appeared to be another large estate near what he later learned was the Mexican city of Tuxtla Gutiérrez.

From the increase in traffic on the road, and for the first time, Juan could tell that they were near a large urban area. Later, he learned that Tuxtla (as it is commonly known) has a population of about 600,000. Unlike many other areas in Chiapas, it is not a major tourist attraction, but it is a transportation hub for tourists coming into the state, with its large airport and bus terminal.

As it was, this time the armed guards must have been expecting them because they opened the gates of the estate when they drove up and waved them through without any hesitation.

Hector's man drove the truck they were riding in up to a large barn of a building on the back side of the property where another man was opening the doors. Once the way was clear, the truck was driven into the building and parked safely away from any chance of public view.

Using their guns as prods, the Coyote and his men drove Juan and the other refugees who were with him into cells in the barn. Once they were certain that all were accounted for, they locked them in behind the iron bars that fronted the cells. Obviously, they were taking no chances that they would somehow escape from Hector's 'care'.

***

Juan told Al that, as he sat there on a stool in his cell, after the Coyote and his men had left, a boy of about twelve came into the barn and wandered from cell to cell looking at the people who were now imprisoned there. The kid was good looking, with straight black hair and an olive complexion that marked him as being of Indian descent. Juan could tell that even with his loose-fitting clothes he had a lean and muscular build. He guessed that the boy was about 5ft 4in [164cm] tall and might have weighed 140 lbs. [64 kilos]. What impressed Juan more than anything else was the sad expression on the boy's face and the way that his big brown eyes seemed to be taking in everything about his surroundings as though he was searching for something, but not finding it.

The boy came over to Juan's cell and looked him over while he carefully stood far enough back from the cell so that there was no chance of the prisoner reaching out and grabbing him.

Pissed at being locked up like he was, Juan snapped at the boy saying, "What are you looking at? I'm not an animal in a zoo."

The startled boy replied somewhat sheepishly, "You're the first non-Indian boy that I've seen locked up in here. Where are you from?" he asked.

"I'm from Honduras. I'm just trying to get to America like a lot of other people. So far, I've been abused and treated like a sex slave. Don't you want to use me too?" snarled Juan.

The boy looked at him calmly, cleared his throat, and replied, "My father is Don Miguel. This is his estancia and if he wanted to do so, he would use you anyway he wanted. If I asked him, I'll bet he would even let me use you, too. You are just a piece of meat to him."

Juan was startled at the cynicism in one so young. It jarred him out of his moment of frustration. He replied to the boy saying, "I'm sorry. I've had a rough couple of days with the Coyote and what I've been through. I shouldn't have taken it out on you."

The boy accepted his apology gracefully and with a nod moved on to look in the remaining cages. He left Juan wondering if he had erred with the boy. In his cynicism, he figured it was too late now to do anything about it.

***

Later that evening, Hector's two men came back with food for their prisoners. When they got to Juan's cell, they unlocked the door and motioned for him to come out.

With a good deal of apprehension, Juan obeyed them and slowly emerged from his cell.

"Come with us. Hector wants to be sure that you're well fed. Don Miguel wants to see you a little later in the evening," said the older of the two men.

They took Juan over to a small table where a plate of food and a small glass of wine was waiting. Not one to turn down a good meal, the boy sat down in the chair beside the table and ate heartily without having to be asked a second time.

As he finished the plate of food, Juan felt strange. A little lightheaded, he started to rise and then fell back down in his chair realizing that his legs were not working like they should. The last thing that he remembered was his head dropping to the tabletop, as he lost consciousness.

Not sure how much time had passed; Juan was jerked awake as two of what he assumed were Don Miguel's men were unceremoniously dragging him out of the barn to a grassy area out behind the building. There they wasted no time stripping him naked. In his weakened, muddled state, he gave no resistance when the men staked him out on a big outdoor table top. His arms and legs were spread wide and secured with cords that were tied to the table legs. Juan's body and pubic area was still shaved smooth from his encounter with the Patron back in Guatemala. The heavier of the two men produced a cock ring from his pocket and proceeded to attach it snugly around his penis, which amazingly was already half-hard, even in his drugged state.

The men left him lying there on the table, helpless, immobilized, and on display for half an hour while they disappeared into the house. When they emerged, they were giggling and whispering softly between themselves. Juan could see that the boy that he had seen earlier was with them. What the Hell are they going to do to me next? he thought to himself, somewhat alarmed.

Next, a man of about forty emerged from the house and came over to where Juan was lying. He looked down at the helpless naked boy on the table and then at the younger boy.

"Pedro, you're at that age where you need to know how your body works. Since we have all of these refugees passing through here, it seemed to me that it would be easier to show you than to explain it to you. Your uncle down in Antigua sent word with Hector that this boy on the table was very good at sex. So, I've decided to use him to demonstrate some things that you need to know. That way, you can learn first-hand," explained the man to his son.

"First though, we need a little privacy," said Don Miguel (for that was who he was). He leaned down and wrapped a blindfold around Juan's eyes, making sure it was good and tight. Then there was a rustle of clothing, and in another moment, the startled Juan felt a firm hand grasp his penis. He could tell that it was lubricated with something slick as it began to move up and down the shaft of his hardening organ. Even though he was still half drugged, Juan could not resist as the unseen hand ran expertly up and down his penis, stimulating every nerve as it went.

Juan recalled how at the time, while he was firmly secured to the table and being masturbated, he could hear Don Miguel explaining in detail to his son the joys of self-sex and just how best to do it. He recalled arching his back as what he assumed was Don Miguel's hand moved up and down his penis sending the most wonderful of sensations throughout his body. Sensations that were more than he had ever given himself when he had masturbated back home in Honduras. He knew that it would not take much more for him to cum and that would happen with everything that a fifteen-year-old could muster with nothing held back.

Al was surprised that even as Juan told him about his experience, he could see a bulge in the boy's shorts. Just remembering what had happened had given him an erection. However, the man thought that it would be best not to mention it and continued to listen as the story unfolded.

There was a pause in the man's explanation to his son and the stroking of Juan's cock stopped. He lay there with every fiber of his being yearning to cum and yet unable to do anything to make it happen. Totally frustrated, he lay there twitching. Suddenly, he felt warm breath on his cheek and then he heard Don Miguel's voice whisper in his ear saying, "Eat me, little boy." This was followed by what he felt was a hard cock being crammed in his mouth. "Do a good job sucking it or you will quickly find out just how cranky I can get. Use that tongue of yours like your life depended on it. I want my son, Pedro, to see just how a good blow job works."

Juan nearly gagged as the man-sized organ was shoved further into his throat. Instinctively, he sucked on it, knowing that his best defense lay in pleasing this Mexican version of the 'Patron'.

At the same time, the unseen hand resumed sliding up and down his own penis. Even in his foggy mental state, he knew that his throbbing 15-year-old cock was being pushed ever closer to ejaculation. It felt so good that he ceased to wonder who might be watching him as he was totally consumed by sex.

Just as suddenly as it had been shoved into his mouth, Don Miguel's hard cock was pulled out and the stroking of his own organ stopped.

"See, Pedro, that's how it's done when you have someone available who can suck you off," said the father to the son. "Now, drop your pants and you try it. You'll be surprised at how good it will feel when you are getting your penis sucked."

There was a moment of silence and then Juan could feel someone small climb up on the table. This was followed by pressure on his chest as he felt two small legs straddle his body. Then, a small hard cock was shoved into his mouth. This time there was a childish boy's voice in his ear that said, "Do me like you did my Papa."

Juan knew that it was the boy who was now on his chest with his three-inch penis in his mouth.

"Suck it like it was mine," commanded Don Miguel as his fingers circled the teenager's cock and resumed sliding up and down the shaft. Deep down inside of himself, Juan knew that he had no choice but to do his best to satisfy the younger boy.

As he resumed his own march toward orgasm, Juan sucked Pedro's virgin cock with everything that he had. The fact that he was being masturbated by an experienced hand caused him to reach deep down inside of himself and do things to the younger boy's cock that he had only dreamt of in his own personal fantasies.

It was only moments later as he moaned and quivered in pleasure that young Pedro came with what was a fountain of cum for a twelve-year-old. Juan gagged momentarily as he swallowed what he could of the boy's cum. Then he came himself, shooting semen high into the air several times and then feeling it as it landed on his naked body as it fell back to Earth.

Pedro collapsed onto Juan's teenaged shoulder with both of them panting hard from their exertions. Unheard by his father, the younger boy whispered in his sex partner's ear, "That was wonderful! I could do that again and again."

There was a brief silence and Juan could feel young Pedro climb down off of him and the table.

Once back on his feet, the younger boy exclaimed to his father, "Papa, that was wonderful! A thousand thanks for giving me this lesson in sex. You're a great father."

"It's nothing that my father did not do for me," said Don Miguel as he patted the boy's head. "Now, why don't you untie the boy on the table. His name is Juan as I understand it. The two of you are going to need a shower. Perhaps he can give you another demonstration while you are in there. That is, if you would like one."

"Oh, yes. That would be great. I want to learn all that I can about sex," responded young Pedro, as he hurried over to the table to free Juan from his restraints.

Juan stood naked before Don Miguel. He was still somewhat unsteady on his feet but his mind had at least cleared from whatever drug they had given him. Casually, the man ran a hand over the boy's chest and tweaked one of his nipples as he spoke giving the boy instructions.

"There's a shower in the back corner of the barn that we normally use to wash people like you that we are moving north. Take Pedro over there and clean him up. When you are finished, bring him up to the house and find Hector. He'll tell you what to do next."

"Si, Patron. Entiendo (I understand.)," replied Juan.

Don Miguel adjusted his clothes, turned toward the hacienda, and walked off leaving the two boys standing there.

"Come with me," said the equally naked Pedro. "I'll show you where the shower is."

Juan looked down at the younger boy and marveled at how calm he was having just experienced live boy on boy sex. Somehow, it did not seem like this was his first time even though his father seemed to think that it was.

At five foot four (164cm) and maybe 140 lbs. (64 kilos) Pedro's olive complexion made it clear that he was at least part Indio while his straight black hair confirmed it. Now naked, Juan could see that he was indeed lean and muscular with a thin body that had yet to fully leave boyhood behind. The firmness of his chest and abs made it clear that he was moving toward adulthood. However, it was his thick three-inch flaccid penis that provided an adult note to an otherwise boyish frame.

The boys picked up their clothes and quickly walked over to the barn. Pedro led the way through a side door to a shower that was tucked away in one corner of the building. There was nothing fancy about it, but Juan could see that it was clean and serviceable even if it was little more than a shower head protruding over two concrete walls set at right angles to one another.

Pedro turned on the shower. He took Juan's hand and led him into the cascade of warm water. It felt good and relaxing after the sex. The older boy knew that he was right about Pedro being more experienced than his father knew when the younger boy took a bar of soap and began to rub his body washing off the cum and sweat. Juan could feel his penis harden as Pedro rubbed first his back and then his butt, cleaning them as he caressed them.

"I thought that I was supposed to get you cleaned up, not you get me cleaned up," said Juan with a laugh. "Shouldn't I be doing this to you?"

Suddenly, he realized that they were not alone. There was a young boy about Pedro's age watching them from the edge of the shower.

Pedro glanced up and smiled at the newcomer. "Hey, Esteban, where have you been? I thought that you would be here sooner."

"I was watching from the hayloft. I didn't expect you to have someone with you," replied the new boy.

"This is Juan. He's supposed to see that I get cleaned up as well as provide more in the way of sex education. My Papa thinks tonight I was a virgin. If he only knew," said Pedro.

The two boys laughed and Juan realized that they were more than just friends.

Pedro and his friend, Esteban, were both about the same size. Juan could see that both boys stood about five foot four [164cm] with Esteban outweighing Pedro by what appeared to be a few pounds at 145 lbs. [66 kilos]. However, Esteban's darker skin tone and features left no doubt that he was of pure Indio blood. The only thing that was different was that Esteban was somewhat on the stocky side whereas Pedro was of a thinner build.

"Get out of those clothes and come on in here," commanded Pedro. "I'll bet that we can show Juan here how it's done. I can tell from what we were doing a few minutes ago that sex with another boy is not his first choice when it comes to sex." There was a sharp laugh from the boy and he added, "As horny as he is right now, I don't think that it will matter who he does it with."

Esteban rapidly kicked off his sandals and pulled his white cotton shirt over his head. His thin, worn cotton pants quickly followed. Now naked himself, he stood there for a moment taking in the sight of the other two boys in the shower erotically soaping each other's bodies with their penises now fully erect.

Then Esteban asked quizzically, "Hey, Pedro, what's with your friend here? I thought that all boys his age had hair around their cocks. This guy's as hairless as my ten-year-old kid brother," he remarked, pointing to the bare skin of Juan's pubic area.

"Juan just came up from my uncle's place in Guatemala. Uncle Claudio likes his boys to be hairless when he has sex with them. I ought to know because he had sex with me the last time that we were there and I wasn't the only one in bed with him at the time. Juan being hairless just tells me that he was servicing my uncle while he was at the family estancia down there," explained Pedro as he continued to soap Juan's body.

The younger boy looked up at the teenager and said, "You'll see, Juan. It'll be OK. Just relax."

Juan was thinking to himself that it was easy to think about relaxing with Pedro rubbing him gently all over. But part of him still wanted to resist.

Esteban got into the shower and embraced Pedro pulling him close so that every part of their bodies didn't just touch but pressed together, seeming to merge into one. They kissed passionately as though they were lovers who had been separated for a long time, although Juan doubted that it had been more than a few hours at the most.

The teenager heard Pedro tell Esteban, "Let's show him how a blowjob is really done. My papa got him all hot and ready to cum and then I finished the job while we were out there in the barnyard. You can tell that he's ready to cum again. He's probably just about ready to explode by now."

Juan described how both Pedro and Esteban had dropped to their knees and ran their hands up and down his cock using soap as a lubricant. When they'd stopped, his penis was as hard as marble.

After rinsing him off, Pedro had knelt in front of him and began running his tongue up and down his hard dick while cupping his balls with one hand. He steadied himself using the other hand spread across Juan's left butt-cheek.

Esteban had moved around behind him and knelt on one knee while reaching up and separating the older boy's butt cheeks so that he could poke his nose between them. Slowly and carefully, he began tonguing the sensitive rosebud.

Standing there under the shower, Juan had moaned softly while his body quivered from all the attention it was getting. Without even trying, he was reaching a sexual high the likes of which he was unaware even existed within him.

Somewhere deep down inside him, he knew that all of it was the result of what Pedro and Esteban were doing to him. Their mouths on his cock and in his butt just felt so great. He stood there in the shower amazed that two twelve-year-olds could do what they were doing to him. At that moment, he didn't care; sex was the only thing that mattered.

Every muscle in his body tensed as he reached his climax. His cum must have shot over a foot in front of him, hitting the side of the shower and dripping down towards the floor. Suddenly, he remembered the cock-ring put on him earlier. Several more bursts of the grey-white fluid followed. Spent from the exertion, Juan put his hand on the side of the shower to steady himself as he thought, I didn't think that I could cum again that quickly. I didn't know that it could be like this.

Pedro laughed softly as he brushed his wet hair back from his face. He looked up at Juan and said, "I told you that we knew how to give a blowjob."

Esteban put his arms around Pedro, clutching him close and kissing his friend and lover on the mouth in a long and passionate kiss. It was not lost on Juan that they were a lot more than just friends who had become sex partners. He had not known much in the way of love in his lifetime, but he felt sure that this was what real love must be like.

***

The three of them dried off and dressed. Pedro gave Esteban one last kiss, hugged him, and told him that he would see him later. Then, turning to Juan he said, "You had best escort me back to the hacienda. My father will be wondering why we have been so long out here in the barn."

As they walked in the direction of the house, Juan asked, "How long have you and Esteban been lovers?"

"About a year now," Pedro said, as he smiled up at the older boy. "There's not that much to do out here in the country. When my school is out, father sends me out here since it's safer for me to be here. There have been kidnappings of children from wealthy families and we must do what is necessary to avoid that sort of thing."

"Kidnapping! I didn't know that was happening here," was Juan's surprised reply.

"Yes, unfortunately it does happen from time to time. One of my school mates was taken by a gang and held for ransom. His family was lucky. They got him back in one piece after they paid the ransom. Some families have not been so lucky," responded Pedro, with a serious look on his young face.

The main building of the Mexican estate where they now were was similar to the one where Juan had stayed in Guatemala. It, too, consisted of a low slung, stuccoed spacious building that reflected the Spanish colonial past of the Americas. The main difference was that instead of a large veranda at the front, it had a spacious interior garden with a sculpted fountain as a center piece. This was in a courtyard that was surrounded by a series of graceful arches which fronted the galleries behind them. As they walked through the garden, Juan could see that the wrought iron grills on the windows that faced the courtyard were locked in place. Silently, he thought to himself that the security here was better than that which he had seen in Guatemala.

Pedro walked up to one of the heavy paneled doors that opened onto the courtyard and knocked. From within came a voice that Juan recognized as that of Don Miguel saying, "Come."

The two boys entered what must have been the Patron's study. This was a well-appointed stuccoed room with a large stone fireplace in one wall that was flanked by large bookcases. The ceiling was composed of exposed dark stained wooden beams that were placed about a meter apart. There was no question in Juan's mind that this was a luxurious room that was only made possible by the owner having money.

Don Miguel sat behind a large dark stained wooden desk that was the focal point of the room. He looked up from some papers on its polished service and smiled as Juan and his son came into the room.

"I take it that Juan here has shared some more sexual secrets with you. That is true, is it not?" asked the patron matter-of-factly.

"Si, Papa," replied Pedro. "Juan knows how to make sex both interesting and a pleasure."

"That's good. However, I need you to go with Hector. He has a car standing by to take you to our place in the city. I have some further business to attend to here before I can join you. Juan can walk you to the car," said Don Miguel.

"I was hoping to stay here for another day or two," replied Pedro with a frown on his face.

"I'm sorry, but I need you somewhere safer. The people that I will be meeting with here tomorrow are not the most trustworthy. Until I know them better, I'm not willing to take a chance on having you here. Even though we are fairly well protected here at the hacienda, there is always the possibility that things could go wrong. Be a good boy and run along. You'll find that I have a treat waiting for you in the car. I'll explain it all to you later."

Pedro walked around the desk and gave his father a big hug before turning and walking in the direction of the door with Juan trailing along behind him.

***

Pedro walked across the garden courtyard and out through a large arched opening toward the place where a late model sedan was parked. Juan trailed after him not sure where they were going or what was expected of him.

When they reached the car, Pedro looked up to see the back of a tall man of about thirty who was holding the door open. Like the younger boy, Juan could only see the man's back. Suddenly, Pedro jerked his head to one side and exclaimed, "You are not one of Hector's men! I don't know you. Who are you?"

The man swung around using the full weight of his 200 lbs. [90 kilos] and pinned the boy to the side of the car. With one hand he held the now squirming Pedro while with the other hand he suddenly produced what must have been, until now, a hidden hypodermic syringe. Before either boy could fully react, the man injected Pedro with something. In seconds he was unconscious.

Turning toward Juan, the man hissed at the driver who was by now half out of the car, "What do we do with the other one?"

"Bring him along. We don't need him alerting the whole household," said the driver in a low threatening voice. All that Juan could see was the gun in the first man's hand that was pointed directly at him.

The man gestured with the gun indicating that he wanted the boy to get in the car. Juan hesitated, trying desperately to think of a way to run. Suddenly, he felt a sharp sting in his shoulder as the driver injected him from behind. As he lost consciousness, he found himself wondering what had he gotten himself into with these men.

Chapter 4
Mexico: Kidnapped in Chiapas

Even in the dim light of the bedroom, Al could tell that Juan was shaking as he told him about what happened to him when he was kidnapped in Chiapas. This had happened because he was with Pedro, who was the son of the Patron of the estancia that was the center of the smugglers' operations there in southern Mexico. The kidnapers had only wanted the younger boy to hold for ransom, but took Juan as well in order to keep him quiet. At first, the teenager had not realized that their captors were using him to show Pedro's father what was going to happen to his son if he did not pay the ransom that they demanded for his release…

***

How much time had passed since he was kidnapped? That was something that was unknown to Juan. The effects of whatever the drug was that they had used on him slowly began to wear off. As he regained consciousness, it took a minute or so for him to realize that he was suspended by his wrists in padded cuffs that were attached to chains bolted to a beam in the ceiling of wherever he was now. For all intents and purposes, it looked like the place was specially equipped for torture. As he dangled there, it dawned on him that he was naked. Less obvious was the fact that he was also still limp from the knock-out shot that his abductors had given him earlier at the hacienda. Why would they want me? was the thought that kept crossing his still befuddled mind, as he hung there helpless and exposed.

Trying to focus his eyes, about three meters [about 10 ft] away he began to make out what appeared to be a camera mounted on a tripod at eye level. A small table beside the camera contained a computer with what most likely were email connections. Beyond that, the walls were painted a dark color so that any viewer's gaze was focused on the area under the bright spotlights that now illuminated him. Juan couldn't be sure, but he thought that he saw someone or something move in the shadows behind the camera.

His chest and abs contracted and expanded as he drew in his labored breaths. His feet barely touched the floor. As he hung there, he slowly swayed back and forth with the bright lights focused on him. His mind raced as he realized that wherever he was, it was fast taking on all the trappings of a dungeon.

There was a metallic sound to one side. Juan turned his head in that direction and saw one of his captors apparently arranging tools on a bench. There was also a brazier of hot coals in a thick iron bowl-like container on a stand just to one side of the bench. In a moment of horror, Juan realized that what appeared to be a branding iron was sticking out of it.

His captor looked at him but said nothing, then resumed stirring the hot coals in the brazier. The man was a big guy of about forty with a stocky build. He was about six feet [1.85 m] tall and probably tipped the scales around 190 lbs. [85 kilos]. His unkempt hair and short beard were gray. He wore a sleeveless black leather vest and black cotton work pants. His arms and that part of his chest that protruded above the vest were very hairy. However, it was his lined and weathered face that inspired fear. It was completely expressionless. In fact, to Juan he looked more like a machine than a man since he gave the impression that he would perform whatever his task was willingly, with no emotion whatsoever.

His throat dry, Juan looked at the big man wide-eyed as a feeling of panic mixed with helplessness began to sweep over him.

The man slowly walked up to the naked and frightened teenager as he dangled from the ceiling. He stopped and just stood there looking at the boy. His gaze never left Juan's face as he reached out his hand and slowly ran its rough surface down across the boy's smooth abs and bare pubic mound. Taking the boy's balls in his big hand, he enveloped them in his strong grip. Slowly, he rolled them around like he was examining fruit at a stand in a public market. Then, he squeezed them hard. In abject pain and terror, Juan screamed.

At the time, what Juan did not know was that this was all for affect. Carlos, for that was the man's name, would squeeze his testicles just enough to inflict pain but no permanent damage. However, the pain made the boy think that the man was about to crush his balls. Juan screamed as loud as he could providing the desired image for the camera.

The remote location where they were holding Juan muted any sounds coming from this "dungeon." His captors knew that no one would hear the boy's screams no matter how loud they became. It was an ideal place to get the video footage that they wanted.

Carlos, with his still expressionless face, said to Juan, "This is nothing compared to what you will soon feel when I cut your balls off."

Juan screamed again with tears running down his face. He struggled in his bonds but his hands were bound fast to the ceiling beam. His young body was covered in a sheen of sweat as he vainly tried to break free from his tormentor.

"Let's have some fun first," said Carlos, as he slowly unzipped his black cotton pants. His five inch [12.5 cm] erect penis became visible in a forest of gray pubic hair. Slowly he circled the dangling boy like an animal sizing up its prey. Then, he stopped behind Juan and ran his hand down the boy's quivering back. He stopped when he reached the young man's crack. With both hands, he parted the rounded mounds of his well-muscled butt cheeks. Then he took one finger and slowly inserted it into the boy's anus. Juan screamed again, more from surprise and shock than from anything else.

The big man withdrew his finger. He waited for a moment and then inserted two of his big fingers, probing the boy's butt as they entered. Juan screamed again, this time from both pain as well as from fear. When the man was satisfied with his exploration, he withdrew his fingers and pressed his cock into the opening. With little regard for the boy, he strained and pushed the full length of his cock into the tight opening. Juan screamed again as he was raped by the big man.

Carlos rocked back and forth, enjoying himself. As he became more and more aroused, he moved in and out faster and faster. Finally, he grunted as he came in the boy's ass.

The big man pulled out of the dangling boy, walked over to the table that displayed his tools and wiped his cock with a small towel. Then he selected a shiny steel hunting knife with a six inch [15 cm] blade and returned to the dangling boy. Juan was blubbering to himself with drool running down one corner of his mouth. When he saw that Carlos had a knife in his hand he squealed and urinated on the floor. The man stepped back to avoid the golden flow and put the knife back on the table. Reaching down beside the table, he produced a small black hose. Sticking out his hand, he reached beyond the table and turned on a faucet so that a stream of water began to flow from the hose. Using it, he washed the urine down a drain in the floor before turning the water on the struggling boy.

Juan remembered that the water was cold because he had shaken as the water had washed him down. Satisfied that he boy was now clean as well as alert, the man turned the water off and retrieved the knife from the table as he slowly approached the dangling boy.

"I was just going to cut you down," he said with a grin, for the first time revealing some emotion on his weathered features. Then he reached up and cut the lines that secured Juan to the ceiling beam. Unable to stand, the boy collapsed into the man's big hairy arms. Carlos scooped him up like a sack of flour and deposited him face up on what at first appeared to be a table on the other side of where he had been hanging. Unfortunately for him, it was not a table but a rack.

Carlos grinned menacingly as he secured the boy's hands and feet in the padded cuffs at each end of the rack. Once he had Juan spread-eagled, the big man turned the crank, stretching the boy until he was pulled out as tightly as possible without dislocating any of his joints. Juan felt pain, but nothing had been done that would result in any real or permanent damage.

Once again, Carlos ran his rough hands over the smooth chest and abs of the young Honduran boy. He bent down and licked the boy's nipples before lightly sucking on first one and then the other. Running his tongue more over them, he enjoyed the taste of Juan's flesh.

In spite of his discomfort, all of the fondling had caused Juan's cock to rise. As Carlos continued to run his hands over his body and lick and suck his nipples, the boy's five inch [12.5cm] cock grew hard.

Once Juan was fully erect, the man stopped feeling up the boy. A momentary smile crossed his weathered face as he turned and walked the few steps back to his tools. When he returned, he had a leather cock ring in his hand. Taking Juan's hard cock in his other hand, he encircled it with the black cock ring, securing it in place behind the boy's balls with a small buckle. There was a small metallic ring that protruded from the cock ring that Carlos now took and secured to a hook attached to a thin metal cable that came down from the ceiling beam. Once that was done, Carlos pushed a button on the side of the rack. The low steady hum of a motor running could be heard, as the slack in the line was taken up. Carlos let the motor run until the line was taught and Juan's cock and balls were being pulled away from his body. His only choice was to arch his back to try to relieve the strain. Again, Carlos only used enough tension to force the boy into what was a very uncomfortable position.

The big man went back to the instrument table and came back with a bottle of clear liquid in a plastic bottle. He poured some of the liquid on his hand and proceeded to slowly and carefully wipe down the boy's cock and balls. Then he retrieved his hunting knife and came back to the side of the rack so that anyone who viewed the video had an unobstructed view of the boy on the rack and his tormentor.

Carlos took the boy's testicles in his left hand and positioned the knife as though he were ready to cut off Juan's balls. The boy screamed as loudly as he could and struggled against his restraints as tears again ran down his face. It was all in vain, as the big man gave every indication that his next move would be to slice off the kid's testicles. Carlos twisted Juan's scrotum in his hand and positioned the knife for the cutting stroke. Juan went wide-eyed and then fainted.

The big man moved around sidewise to the camera so that he could get a better hold on the boy's testicles. The action wasn't completely clear to the camera, but suddenly there was a big squirt of what appeared to be blood as Carlos' other hand could be seen making a cutting stroke. When his hand came back into view, it was holding what appeared to be Juan's bloody severed balls.

Turning toward the camera, Carlos held out his hand so that the grisly trophy was now plainly visible. The big man snorted and said, "This is what's going to happen to your son if you don't pay us one hundred thousand American dollars for his release. What you have seen here should let you know that we mean business."

Suddenly, another light came on about four meters from where Juan's limp body dangled. A naked Pedro was now visible also suspended from the ceiling. The Mexican boy squirmed unable to speak since he was gagged.

Carlos walked over to where the Patron's son was and ran his hand over the boy's naked body. When he got to Pedro's penis and scrotum, he squeezed hard. The boy let out a cry of pain that his gag did not completely conceal.

"I can hardly wait to cut off this boy's balls," said Carlos with a grunt followed by a big laugh.

There was a click as the camera was turned off.

"That was great! I got everything. The boy's father will crap his pants when he sees this video," said a voice in the shadows.

With the video now complete, Carlos tossed the severed flesh in his hand into a trash barrel and wiped his hand on a rag. "Those pig testicles look like the real thing. I'd like to see that man's face when he sees the video. He'll have no doubts about just how serious we are."

Next, he hit the button to release the tension on the metal line that was putting the strain on Juan's balls. There was an amused look on the big man's face as he put the knife back among the tools on the table beside the rack before releasing the boy's bonds. The performance was over.

The man who had originally given Juan the shot that had rendered him unconscious came through the door to the dungeon. Carefully, he lifted the inert form of the young Honduran boy from the rack table and carried him out of the room. For the moment, the kidnappers had what they wanted.

***

Slowly, Juan opened his eyes. Light was streaming through a small barred window located high in the wall opposite where he lay. It must be morning, he thought to himself. Trying to clear away the cobwebs, he shook his head and looked around through half-opened eyes. He was lying on a pallet in a small room. A ragged quilt partially covered his still naked form. Opposite him, there was a stout wooden door with a small opening at eye level. It dawned on him that he must be in some sort of cell in the building where they were holding him.

There came a rustle beside his pallet and he suddenly realized that he was not alone. Looking down and to one side, he saw that Pedro was there on the floor next to his pallet.

Realizing that Juan had now awakened, the younger boy asked, "Are you alright?"

The older boy shook his head, squinted, and said, "Yes, I think so, but my head is splitting."

Pedro replied, "My head hurts too. It must be from the drug that they used to knock us out."

He stood up, revealing that he, too, was still naked. Looking at Juan, he said, "I thought that they had cut your balls off until I realized that they were just making a video to send to my father."

Suddenly in a panic, Juan felt for his testicles. Cupping his balls in his hand, he breathed a big sigh of relief to find that they were still there and undamaged, although they ached some from the abuse they had been subjected to.

Awkwardly, Pedro shifted his weight from one foot to the other then shyly asked, "Can I get under the quilt with you? It's chilly here in this cell at this time of the morning."

"Sure, come on and get in with me. As soon as the sun is fully up, it will probably get hot in here, but right now there is a chill in the air," agreed Juan, as he turned back the quilt.

Pedro lay down on the pallet so that he was up against the older boy and pulled the quilt up over himself. He wedged his slender naked body between Juan's side and his arm so that his head rested on the teen's shoulder. Once in position, he rolled over so that his body was pressed against the other boy's chest.

Juan could feel Pedro's heart beating against his body. Without thinking, he brought his arm up and closed it around the younger boy in a reflex protective embrace.

Pedro sniffled and then started to cry. Between sobs, he softly asked, "What do you think they're going to do with us? I don't want to die, or worse yet, be sent back to my father piece by piece."

"I don't think that they'll harm you," replied Juan, as he ran his hand slowly up and down Pedro's arm in an effort to comfort him. Holding him close, he added, "They're just going to want your father to pay a ransom for your safe return. If they're caught, the penalty for kidnapping is far less than that for murder."

***

About midday, Juan and Pedro were startled by the sound of a key being thrust into the lock on their cell door. The door swung open and the man who had tortured the Honduran boy entered the room along with the other man who had given the boys their shots of the knockout drug.

"Get the kid," said Carlos, the older of the two, to the younger man.

Without any real effort, the two of them grabbed Pedro and started half-walking, half-dragging him to the door of the cell.

There was only a moment when the boy screamed a terrified, "No!" as he was dragged from the cell. Just as quickly as they had entered, the two men and the boy were gone. The heavy wooden door slammed shut followed by a sharp click as the lock made sure that the cell's remaining occupant was going nowhere.

Juan could do nothing to stop this from happening. He just lay there on his pallet, crying and shaking in his helplessness.

***

An hour or so later, the door opened and the younger man entered carrying the limp body of Pedro. Juan at first thought that the boy was dead but then he could see that he was still breathing.

Once the man had left the cell, the older boy dipped his hand in the water bucket that had been left for the two of them. Cradling Pedro's limp body in one arm, Juan used his hand to slowly wipe the younger boy's face with the cool water. With a start Pedro suddenly awakened, screaming, "No, no, no!" Then, realizing that he was in Juan's arms, he buried his face against the Honduran boy's chest and sobbed uncontrollably.

Juan cradled Pedro in his arms telling him over and over again that he was safe.

Once the younger boy had calmed down, he began to tell Juan what had happened to him once they had taken him from the cell.

It seems that Pedro's father was close to the police chief there in Tuxtla and had called on him for help once he realized that his son had been kidnapped. Having involved the police was holding up any idea of a ransom and the kidnappers were mad. They wanted to show El Patron that they really meant business. As a result, they had used poor Pedro for sex while they filmed every moment of it to send to his father.

The younger boy told Juan that he was spread out naked on his back on the same rack that they had used with the young Honduran. His wrists were secured in the padded cuffs and his arms stretched out over his head. However, instead of securing his ankles to the bottom of the rack, his legs were pulled up toward his head so that his butt was forced up making it an easy target. The two men who had abused Juan then took turns butt fucking him. Each of them did this twice before they felt that they had enough footage for a video to send to his father to let him know that he had better pay up.

Pedro wrapped his arms tightly around Juan as the tears flowed down his face.

"The pain was awful. No one ever did that to me before. Yes, I've had sex before, but nothing like that. I was raped by those two bastards," said the younger boy, as he shuddered with fear just remembering what had been done to him.

The boys continued in each other's arms for a long time. As they lay there on the pallet, the situation seemed hopeless.

***

Toward evening the door to the cell opened once again. The same man who had earlier deposited a limp Pedro in the room entered. An evil grin crossed his face as he said, "Come with me, boy. Your father has paid up. That last video did the trick. You're going home."

He grabbed Pedro by the wrist and pulled him up, half-dragging him to the door.

Pointing to Juan, Pedro shot back, "What about him?"

"What about him? The ransom was for you. We have other uses for him," was the reply.

Juan began to shiver…

Chapter 5
Mexico: Sex Slave at Sea

The next two days were a blur for Juan. He told Al how he remembered being forced to dress hurriedly and then blindfolded before having his hands and feet tied. This was followed by being dumped into the back of what he later learned was a panel truck. Except for brief food and bathroom breaks, he had been left in the truck for a day or more as it bounced along the backroads of southern Mexico.

When the truck finally stopped its journey and his blindfold was removed, he was half pulled half dragged out of the truck, only to find himself at the waterfront in some small seaside community. Tied up to the single pier was a really nice, big, and obviously expensive large cabin cruiser toward which Juan's captors had shoved him still gagged. Once alongside the boat, they called out, "Hey, Luiz, it's us with the cargo that we promised."

Juan wasn't sure what was happening, but quickly got the message that he was most likely the "cargo" to which they were referring.

In response to their hail, a young man in his late twenties appeared on the deck of the cruiser and looked down at them, standing there on the pier.

Juan could see that he was good looking, with an olive complexion and short dark hair. He was dressed in white cotton pants and a jumper of the kind that sailors often wore when aboard ship.

"It's about time that you showed up. El Jefe has a schedule to meet. Another twenty minutes and we would have been gone from this place. Is this the 'cargo' that we were expecting?" asked Luis.

"Si, this is what you wanted. We think that El Jefe will like this one," replied Carlos with an evil grin on his face.

"Come up on deck with him and we'll settle accounts," said Luis as he waved them aboard.

***

The yacht, for that's what it really was, belonged to Marco Antonescu. Marco's family had fled from Romania at the end of the second World War. His great-grandfather had owned a factory near Arad but had been smart enough to realize that the Red Army and its Communist allies would soon be running the country and that people like him would have no place in it. Quietly, he had been able to get his family out through Turkey and ultimately to Mexico. The money that he had deposited in a Swiss bank account had served as the basis for the family to reinvent itself in the New World. By the time that Marco was an adult, they were well established in banking and shipping. As the heir to what by then was a sizable fortune, he was able to indulge in his passion for sex with teenaged boys, without risking being found out or arrested.

These days, running heroin from one Caribbean port to another helped Marco cover the expenses of maintaining a yacht of the kind that he had come to enjoy, as well as fund his parties and the boy sex that, in his opinion, was an essential part of his playboy lifestyle.

***

Carlos and Luis half walked half dragged Juan through a door on the main deck of the yacht and then forced him down a flight of stairs and into a cabin on the second deck. The cabin turned out to be a bedroom. There, they forced him down on the bed and began to strip him. Once they had him naked, they tied him spread-eagled face up on the bed and replaced his blindfold.

Juan, for his part, had little doubt what his role was going to be. He heard the two of them laughing and giggling to themselves as they left the cabin. For a while, there had been just silence and the gentle motion of the boat as it rocked at its moorings. Tired of bouncing around in the back of a truck, it wasn't long before the bound teenager dropped off to sleep.

***

Juan awakened from his nap. In what had been the silence of the cabin, he now heard the steady moan of the boat's engine. The increased motion told him that they must have gotten underway. Then, he could make out a few sounds that he thought might be footsteps, but could not be sure. Blindfolded as he was, he could see nothing. Somehow, he felt that someone had come into the cabin even if he could not see them.

There was a minute or so of silence and then he felt someone climbing onto the bed where Carlos and Luis had left him tied down. He could not see, but rather sensed, that someone had positioned themselves on top of him. He could feel their warm breath against his bare skin. Without warning, unknown lips began to lick and then suck gently on one of his nipples first, and then the other. There was a short pause followed by a tongue flicking the tip of his penis probing the sensitive glans as it went. It was as though it was looking for something. Then, he felt a hand moving gently over his scrotum, feeling each ball and brushing his thigh as it went. He had no doubts as to what was happening, when he recognized more and more of his now erect penis being sucked by an unseen mouth and throat.

He had never before felt anything that was quite like this. In spite of himself and deep down knowing that it was against everything that he had ever been taught, he was amazed at how incredibly good it felt. He had never known a time when it seemed like someone just wanted to give him pleasure. Juan felt himself giving in to the experience, no matter how hard he tried to resist. It didn't take long for him to know that he couldn't hold back. All at once, cum shot up through his penis and into an unknown waiting mouth and throat. Then, there was nothing but silence.

It was Marco who placed his hands on the boy's slender ass cheeks and carefully took the Honduran boy's still firm erection back into his mouth. Still blindfolded, Juan could only feel the cum being licked off of his penis. As he felt the hot wet mouth around his tender young dick, he couldn't help himself and let out a moan of sensual delight. In reply, he thrust his body toward his unseen lover pulling Marco's mouth all the way down to the hairless base of his hard cock. Marco in turn again fell into a rhythm of up-and-down sucking and licking that soon had Juan gasping even though he had just had an orgasm. Marco's actions had him thrashing his hips as he tried to push deeper into the older man's mouth.

Satisfied with the results that he was getting, Marco pulled away from Juan's hard cock and steadied himself on his knees between the boy's outstretched legs. Slowly, so as not to lose his balance on the bed, he unfastened first one and then the other of the boy's ankles and secured them to his wrists. This pulled Juan's ass up so that it was a ready target.

Without any hesitation, the older man began to slide his hard cock into Juan's waiting annus. The boy, realizing what was about to happen, strained at his restraints and screamed, "No!" There was only a brief chuckle from the man as he proceeded to shove his five inches [12.5 cm] of hard, pulsating man-meat into the boy's undefended hole. As he was effectively being raped, Juan screamed in pain as tears ram down his face. Marco just continued to move in and out of the defenseless boy, enjoying every moment of the anal sex no matter how much it pained or repulsed the boy. After all, this was his boat and he was master of all around him. Having this boat and a boy for sex, that's the life thought Marco to himself as he proceeded towards orgasm.

Marco knew that his real enjoyment was centered around raping boys. Juan was both good looking and at the right age to fulfill his sexual desires. It was also obvious that he was either an anal virgin or inexperienced enough, but either way, this was something with which the boy was unfamiliar.

***

Once Marco had finished raping Juan, he got up, dressed, and went up on deck. Best to make sure that the captain is headed toward the port where the next exchange of heroin will take place, he thought to himself. Never take anything for granted, he reminded himself.

Reaching the bridge, he found Captain Gomez at the conn. Luis stood beside him scanning the horizon with his binoculars. Should any of the Mexican Coast Guard boats spot them, they needed to be sure that they would appear to be just another pleasure cruise.

"Buenos dias, Captain. Everything going well?" said Marco as he joined them on the bridge.

"Yes, El Jefe. We should reach Santa Ines by dinner time as per your instructions. I trust that the 'cargo' was to your liking?" replied Captain Gomez.

"Yes, the boy met my needs very well. My compliments to our people there in Chiapas," responded Marco as a smile of satisfaction crossed his face.

Turning to the other member of the crew, he added, "Luis, why don't you go down and release him and bring him up to speed on what's expected of him on this cruise?"

"Si, patron. I'll go at once," said Luis as he put down his binoculars and turned and left the bridge.

***

Luis entered the cabin on the second deck. There, still securely tied to the bed, was the naked form of Juan. The deckhand looked down on the spreadeagled boy, admiring the slim muscular body stretched out before him

Still blindfolded, Juan could nevertheless sense that somebody had come into the room and called out, "Who's there? Let me up from here."

Luis chuckled to himself as he leaned over to pull off Juan's blindfold.

The boy could see that it was the same young man in his late twenties who had appeared on the deck of the cruiser and looked down at them standing there on the pier, when they had first arrived at the small seaside town in Chiapas. Getting a better look than he got from the pier, Juan could see that he was indeed good looking. His white cotton pants and jumper of the kind that sailors were often seen wearing when aboard ship contrasted nicely with his olive complexion and short dark hair.

"I'm Luis. El Jefe wanted me to untie you and instruct you on what's expected of you while you're onboard," said the young man in a flat, matter of fact tone.

He stood there for a moment looking down at Juan. Then, he began to peel off his jumper. He kicked off his deck shoes and slowly unfastened his pants, pulled them down his legs, and stepped out of them. His boxers followed.

Juan looked at Luis' slim, naked, muscular body with its chiseled abs and pecs and then let his eyes drift down to his hairless pubic area. He could see what appeared to be a good six inches[15 cm] of hard man meat standing up between the young deckhand's legs.

Oh, no! he thought to himself, Another one wanting sex.

Luis climbed up on the bed and straddled Juan's chest so that his penis was level with the boy's mouth.

"El Jefe is not the only one who's horny," he said matter of factly, as a grin slowly spread across his face. Then, he shoved his hard cock into Juan's defenseless mouth.

The Honduran boy needed no instruction as to what was expected of him. Knowing that resistance was futile, he slowly and deliberately began to suck on Luis' cock as the deckhand thrust it in and out.

It wasn't long before Luis went rigid as he reached orgasm and shot a large load of cum into Juan's mouth. In fact, there was so much that he couldn't swallow all of it. He gagged, and dribbled cum down his chin and onto his chest.

Luis laughed and reached for a small towel and proceeded to wipe the milky fluid from his penis and then from Juan's face and body.

He grabbed a big hunk of Juan's hair and pulled his face up in front of him saying, "Get it through your thick head. You're now El Jefe's property. Those thugs back there in Chiapas sold you to him. For now, you're just a sex slave that's here to satisfy his wants and needs. If he wants sex, you'll not only give him sex, but do so quickly, efficiently and in such a way that your only goal is to please him. If he wants you to serve him drinks, get him food, or anything else he says he wants you to do, you're here to do it. Got it?"

Juan looked stunned, but seeing no other option, replied, "Yes, I understand."

The young deckhand reached down and untied the cords that tied the boy to the bed. Once he had him free of his restraints, Luis ordered, "Get dressed. There's a pair of pants and a jumper like mine over there in the top drawer of that dresser. They should fit you. Put them on and come with me. I'll show you around the boat."

***

After Luis had given him a tour of the yacht, they went up to the bridge. Captain Gomez and the one they called "El Jefe" were there looking off into the distance. Juan turned his head in the direction that they were looking so as to see what had their attention. He was surprised to see a freighter only about a kilometer[0.6 mile] off the starboard bow. Looking around, he could see that they were completely out of sight of land.

Captain Gomez sounded the boat's horn, giving one long blast followed by two short ones. The ship in turn sounded their horn giving one short, one long, and then another short blast. With that, the man increased the speed of the boat so that in short order he had the cruiser alongside the freighter. Deckhands on the freighter threw down lines which Luis hurried to secure to cleats on the deck. Once that was done, they were carried along by the freighter as it slowly moved through the water doing about 10 knots as it went. [11.5 mph or 18.5 kmph]

What appeared to be an officer came down to the deck of the freighter and waved at El Jefe. He called out something in a language that Juan did not understand. The deckhands on the freighter then proceeded to lower a large package down to the cruiser. The boy could see that it was well secured with lines so that there was no danger of it falling into the sea. Once the package was securely on the boat, the lines were cast off, more waves were exchanged, and the cabin cruiser pulled away from the freighter under its own power. The whole thing had taken only about fifteen minutes.

Juan didn't need to be told that whatever was in the package, was something that was illegal.

***

Over the next two months, Juan found out just what his role on the boat was going to be. El Jefe used him for sex at least once a day, experimenting with different positions as he felt like trying first one and then another. Juan told Al how he never knew what to expect, just that he would be the object of the older man's desire. The only thing that he was sure of was that they were not going to let him off the boat no matter where they docked or anchored.

As the time passed, the boat slowly moved up the east coast of Mexico dropping off drugs here and there in small, out of the way ports and taking on additional 'cargo'. Juan knew that the crew of the boat was engaged in illegal activities, but there was nothing he could do about it. At the same time, albeit reluctantly, he was impressed with just how well organized the drug trade was. On the plus side, El Jefe was determined that he learn English, and spent his spare time teaching him the language.

***

Early one evening, somewhere north of Vera Cruz, the boat again made contact with a freighter. However, this time several large packages were taken off the yacht and loaded onto the ship. Once that was done, a rope ladder was lowered over the side. As the boat was along side of the ship, Luis forced Juan to climb up to the deck of the ship. The young deckhand followed him with El Jefe coming up last.

The Honduran boy had no idea why they wanted him with them on the ship. However, the Glock 9 pistol that Luis pointed at him once they were both on deck left him with little choice but to do whatever they wanted him to do.

"Go on down the deck until you come to a door marked 'Galley.' Go in there," instructed Luis as he waved the pistol at Juan.

Once in the galley, Luis motioning with his pistol said, "Go over to far side of the room and face the wall. Don't move unless I tell you so."

Needless to say, Juan didn't have to be told twice what to do. Without hesitation, he walked across the room and faced the far wall.

"Now strip. There are a few friends of El Jefe who would like nothing better than having a little sex with you before discussing business, commanded Luis.

Feeling that he had no choice, Juan did as he was ordered.

"There's a small table over on your right. Go over there, lean over on it on your stomach, and spread your legs. I want to screw you while standing on my feet," said the young deckhand.

Slowly, Juan walked the few feet to the table and positioned himself facing it. Then, he bent over it and waited, knowing deep down what would come next. Luis came over, reached down beside the table, and came back up with a couple of nylon straps in his hand.

Without exhibiting any emotion, he shoved Juan's face down onto the table top. Holstering his pistol, he held the boy in place as he grabbed his arms and pulled them up over the top of the table. Using the nylon straps, he securely tied them there. Walking around the table, he kicked Juan's legs out and apart, so that his full weight rested on his midsection against the side and top of the table. This left his boy hole and package exposed just below the table's side. Luis stepped back and checked his handy work. Satisfied that the boy was securely bound to the table, he reached down and slowly stroked Juan's still somewhat hard dick. It didn't take long before it was fully hard and ready for sex.

"El Jefe, por favor. Let me warm him up a little for you," said Luis. As he spoke, he continued to stroke Juan's hard dick with his right hand. Then, he used the index finger of his left hand to push inside the younger boy's exposed hole.

"Go ahead and give us a little demonstration," replied El Jefe from somewhere across the room.

Realizing what was coming next, Juan squirmed and strained against his bindings as he vainly tried to resist. However, the nylon straps held him firmly to the surface of the table. Luis twisted his finger around inside of Juan's anus probing deeper and deeper until his whole finger was buried up to the knuckle. The Honduran boy shook as waves of pain, as well as pleasure, swept over his trembling naked body. His ragged breathing gave the only hint of how he truly felt about what was happening to him.

Without hesitation, Luis' shoved his hard dick into the defenseless boy. It only took a moment before he was thrusting in and out at a steady pace as he raped the boy. His eyes glazed over as he was lost in sex. Oblivious to his audience, it wasn't long before he went rigid and emptied his seed in Juan's butt.

"El Jefe, I think that I have him ready for your guests. I know that they must be horny after all of their days at sea. They should be ready for the ride of their lives," said Luis smiling broadly as he saw the effect that he was having on Juan, who was by now panting as precum started to drip from his rock-hard penis in response to having just been raped.

The way that he was bent over the table, Juan could not see that two men had entered the Galley and, along with El Jefe, had just witnessed what had happened.

One was tall and thin with a dark olive complexion and appeared to be about forty. His hair was turning grey, as was his beard. He fumbled with his fly as he walked over to where Juan remained tied, spread out face down over the table. The man hesitated for a moment as he ran his hand over Juan's rounded, inviting butt with its clearly exposed boy hole. Then, pulling it out of his pants, he pressed the tip of his hard four and a half inch[11cm] penis against the opening. There was a muffled cry and a stifled jerk from the firmly secured boy, as the man entered him.

El Jefe's other guest was about fifty and somewhat on the stout side. He watched his shipmate with his eyes fixed on the boy strapped to the table. Having sex like this was definitely not his thing, but he had been at sea for the past two weeks. He wanted, no, needed, the release that only sex could provide. The older man's eyes were glazed and there were drops of sweat apparent on his forehead. Slowly, so that it was not noticeable, his hands began to shake. Without realizing it, he caressed his own hard dick through the fabric of his dark blue uniform pants, as he considered whether or not to use the defenseless boy on the table for sex. As it was, his rapid breathing was the only thing that betrayed how he truly felt.

The thin man grunted as he, too, came inside of Juan. Pulling out of the boy, he used a small towel that laid on a chair beside the table to wipe his penis. Then, he pushed it back inside his pants and zipped up his fly.

"I thank you, El Jefe. I needed that," he said as he walked back over to where Marco had remained standing, as he watched the man having sex.

Having been used for sex by two men, Luis feeling him up, and the anticipation of still a third man raping him, Juan had had enough and began to panic. He gasped, "No! Please, no more. I know that it's going to hurt! Let me up!" He struggled uselessly against his restraints in a desperate effort to free himself. Tears ran down his young face as he repeated "No, no, no!"

The stout man walked over to where the boy was struggling and trying to free himself. What Juan did not know was the effect that his struggles were having on the man. Little did he know that they could only be described as more than stimulating. The older man's glazed eyes became fixed on the struggling boy on the table. In a daze, he unzipped his fly and pulled out his thick, rock-hard penis. A small stream of saliva dripped down the side of his mouth matching the dribbling precum that was coming from his penis. He pressed the head of his five inch[12.5cm] dick into Juan's puckered opening. There was a not quite muffled scream as he entered the boy's undefended butt. He rocked back and forth, as he too raped the boy on the table, while he rationalized to himself that he needed this release.

***

After he had been raped three times in the ship's galley, Luis and one of the deckhands carried the limp Juan to one of the ship's cabins. There, they dumped the Honduran boy on a bunk and left him naked and locked in the small room. Over the next couple of days, Juan was kept naked and used for sex by anyone that wanted it. By the time that they made landfall in south Florida, the boy was numb from having been used like a sexual punching bag for all of the voyage.

That night Juan was finally allowed to get dressed and leave the cabin for the first time since they had boarded the ship back in Mexican waters. It was then that he decided he had to escape what was little more than sexual slavery on the ship.

Juan waited until dark before coming out on deck. He was surprised to find that the ship had stopped and seemed to be doing little more than maintaining its position. Forward of where he came out on deck, Juan could see that there was a small cabin cruiser alongside to port. A spotlight made it clear that something was being offloaded into the boat. He thought to himself that it must be another transfer of drugs or something else that was illegal.

In the distance, off the starboard side of the ship, Juan could make out the lights of the buildings on the shore. He had no idea of just how far away the shore was, but felt sure that he could swim that far. Sensing that this was his chance, the boy took off his clothes and crammed them into a plastic bag that he found in a tool locker. Using a piece of light line he tied the bag around his waist. He stood there for a moment more, taking in the shore. Picking out the brightest light that he could see as a beacon, he lowered himself over the side.

When he hit the water, the splash that he made was not enough to disrupt the loading on the other side of the deck. Then, more determined than sure of himself, he began to swim towards the shore.

To Be Continued