Mexican Slavery 1

Author: jnateb
Title: Mexican Slavery 1
Date: 19 April 2017

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Part 1

“Numbers 143 and 151, get your rosey asses over here NOW, putos!”

I groaned in my head but hustled to crawl out next to Diego’s feet, watching 151 scamper out of his cage the same way and with a similar look of dread in his eyes, his chains rattling as he tried to move quickly and avoid drawing our tormentor-for-the-day’s ire.

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But I should back up to how I got here. Several months ago - I really have no idea when, it may be 2 months, it may be 4 or 5 or even 6, I have lost track of time - I arrived in Mexico for a vacation. My name is - was - Christian, and, at the time, I was a 20 year old college student on my first real spring break. Me and my buddies, Sebastian and Eric, had saved up to have our first spring break where we weren’t stuck on our couches at home. I won’t go into detail yet, but we were 3 good looking, all-American college boys, ready to hit the beaches and fuck as much pussy as we could find. Seb had just turned 21, while Eric and I were still 20.

Seb, Eric and I been assigned as roommates our freshmen year and quickly became best friends. We stayed roommates when we moved into an apartment the next year, and visited each other during xmas break and over the summer. We had a lot in common - all from solidly middle class backgrounds, first in our families to attend college, athletic but not actual athletes/jocks at the school. We even were all majoring in Business, so we quickly synced our schedules and would take notes for each other and help one another with assignments. Seb was a whiz at accounting, while Eric really excelled at econ and finance, and I rounded it out by being pretty solid at organizational management and behavior courses. We all struggled in finance, but so did the rest of the class. Professor Wong was just a dick.

Anyhow, now Sophomores, Seb had the great idea last summer to work some extra hours and make enough to pay for a trip to Cancun. Eric did the research and found cheap flights to the area, and convinced us to go on an adventure to the archeological ruins during one day of the trip to Ek Balam. Ek Balam was an ancient Mayan ruin, still amazingly preserved after millennia. We spent a few days at the resort, enjoying the beach, drinking, and hitting on every girl we could. As usual, Eric had double the pussy of either Seb and me (we were keeping score). He just had that easy going, friendly, and mischievous quality that girls seem to love. And, from seeing him in the showers, a massive dick. Don’t get me wrong, Seb and I were well endowed, but Eric had a monster. I mean, I’d never been close enough to measure or anything, but we shared a small space for 2 years - you’re going to occasionally see a bro naked, and hard, in that time. No gay stuff, just what happens with 3 young guys living together.

Well, on Wednesday, it was time for Ek Balam. We were up at 5am - hungover - to catch the tour bus. The tour took us to several sites and small villages where locals made various crafts, culminating with Ek Balam at the end of the day. We hiked all over it and took at least a thousand photos. Eric wanted to hike down a trail to see what wildlife we could spot, and Seb wanted to stay and take more photos as the sun set over Ek Balam, so I agreed to take a walk with Eric.

We got lost. How, I don’t know, but before we knew it we were doubling back on areas we knew we had seen before, and when we finally found our way back to the pyramid, the bus was gone, and so was Seb as far as we could tell. And everyone else. The place was deserted, and frankly, creepy, as the sun had set and we were alone there. We had left our phones off in the room to avoid roaming charges, and finally decided we needed to walk to the nearby town to call a cab or try to catch a ride back to Cancun.

The tiny town was only a mile or so away, but in the dark and without flashlights, we got turned around a time or so and hadn’t found it after at least a mile of walking - honestly, we were scared out of our minds - when a big SUV pulled up. The window rolled down and a handsome Latino guy looked at us with a bemused expression and said, “Lost, amigos?”

“Yes! Thank god you guys came by. We got lost on a trail, the sun set, we missed our bus, and we weren’t sure which direction the town had been in. We’d appreciate it if you could drop us at a gas station or something nearby so we can try to get a cab.”

“Where are you headed?”

“Cancun - we are here on vacation from the US.”

“Hey, we like Americanos, so we will help, and are headed in the direction of Cancun - you can ride along and we’ll drop you off by a bus station in a town nearby. You probably missed the last bus today, but the bus station is safe and you could spend the night there and grab a bus tomorrow morning first thing.

“Wow! Thanks so much, we really appreciate it. So glad we ran into you guys - and that you speak fluent English. We would have probably been screwed if we had got into town - I only speak a tiny bit of Spanish.”

“No hay problema, gringos. We are happy to help. I am Francisco, this guy behind the wheel is Andres, the guy over there is Eduardo, this little guy is Diego, but we call him Tripod.”

They were all on the shorter side, like most Mexican guys seemed to be, but Diego really was small - maybe 5’2 or so? On the short side even by Mexican standards, but muscular. In fact, all 4 of them were muscular. Eric and I were in good shape, and maybe had a hint of a six pack and firm arms, but not approaching the firm, toned, muscular physiques the Mexican guys had.

“Great to meet you guys, I’m Christian and this is Eric. We really appreciate your help.”

“Diego, do you mind jumping in the back seats and letting these guys in the middle row?”

Diego/Tripod jumped in the back and Eric and I climbed in next to Eduardo and shut the door, thinking we had been saved, and not realizing we had just sealed our fates. We chatted a bit with the guys, telling them where we were from, where we went to college, what we were doing on vacation, where we were staying, and so forth.

Eduardo: “So, you guys, you are a couple?”

Eric: “What? Oh, no, we are just friends from college.”

Eduardo: “But you travel around the world together, alone, yes? You make a handsome couple.”

Me: "We aren’t gay. We are just friends - our 3rd friend must have caught the bus and made it back to Cancun by now.”

Eduardo: “Are you sure - Diego back there is called Tripod because he has a very, very massive verga - as you say, cock. A couple of gay guys would love it, and he might let you taste if you ask nicely.”

I was starting to get a little uncomfortable, but figured the guys were just not very familiar with Americans and assumed two good looking guys traveling together must be homos, and maybe saw this as a good opportunity to score a free blowjob. Not something I’m into, but hey, I try not to judge.

Me: “No, we really aren’t gay. Just friends. But we are not homophobes and if you guys are into guys that’s cool.”

Eric: “Yeah, we have a lot of gay friends back at school.”

Francisco: “So you have lots of maricón friends, but are not maricón yourself?”

Andres: “You mean you two are virgins?”

Me: “Oh, no, we have scored with lots of girls.”

Diego: “He does not mean girls, you stupid pendejos. He means your tight assholes and mouths have never had a man’s dick in them.”

Eric: “Oh, no, we’ve never done that.”

Diego: “Isn’t it about time you tried?”

Me: “Guys, we appreciate the ride, but this isn’t our thing. We can get out if that is a problem.”

Sitting in the middle, I felt Eduardo’s hand suddenly grab and squeeze my junk.

Me: “Hey dude, that’s not cool! We told you we aren’t into gay shit.”

Diego: “We really don’t care if you like it.”

My blood ran cold as I felt Eduardo continue to squeeze my leg and grab my cock and balls, and saw Diego reach over from the back and grab Eric’s nipples and pinch. Eric let out a yelp, and before we even realized what was happening, Diego had wrapped his arm tight around Eric’s neck and mashed a cloth across Eric’s face, and Eduardo quickly grabbed me and did the same. We both struggled, but they were strong, and we were unprepared.

Then blackness.