Mexican Slavery 4

Author: jnateb
Title: Mexican Slavery 4
Date: 30 April 2017

Part 4

I heard the guys coming back and felt a chill run up my spine as I wondered what lay in store for us. The SUV gate opened. “Ok gringos, time to get up.”

Francisco roughly pulled me out of the vehicle.

Francisco: “What the fuck? You idiots pissed the SUV?”

Andres: “It’s worse that that, amigo. You got some piss on your shirt now.”

Francisco: “FUCK! This is a new shirt! Oh, you bitches are going to pay for this.”

They pulled us by the arms upright out of the vehicle, and I was able to look around. We were in the middle of nowhere. I could easily tell because I could see the stars like nothing I’d ever seen before, so there must be no light pollution anywhere nearby. There was a relatively large concrete building, a few other SUVs and vans, and trees. We were manhandled to the building, where there was a guy stationed holding what looked like a very powerful automatic gun. I had shot pistols and rifles, but this looked military grade. He looked at Eric and I with a mix of boredom and contempt when we passed by.

At the the back of the room, there was a small room with a locking cross bar door… or as we got closer, I realized it was an old style elevator. We were pushed onto it, the gate closed, and Eduardo used the lever to activate the mechanism, and with a squeal of a motor, we began to descend into the ground.

When we came out, we were clearly well underground in a concrete space that felt like a bunker. In fact, I had a suspicion that was the original design. Doors were made out of heavy metals, floors were bare concrete. I have rarely ever been barefoot walking on bare concrete, and it hurt my feet as we walked down a hall. We were brought into a large room with several devices that I could not guess the use of around it, chains hanging everywhere, and what looked like whips, paddles, gags, and other such items. I realized that these guys had not just randomly grabbed us for fun. They were pros.

Andres: “I realize you’ve already pissed, but do you need to go again? You’re still going to be punished, but I don’t want piss all over the place in here.”

I nodded frantically, and he drug me over to a drain in the corner, and told me to kneel over it and piss. I know that being naked, chained as we were, and having already been manhandled by them should have been humiliation enough, but having to kneel and piss in front of this guy while he looked me dead in the eye was almost even more humiliating. I have always been a little pee shy, and the only thing that saved me was an absolutely desperate need to piss. Andres smirked at me as he watched, and I blushed even deeper red. It seemed to take forever, but I finally managed to piss.

We were taken to a corner of the room where there were drains, shower heads on the wall, and soap/etc. The butt plugs were pulled from our asses, and a metallic cylinder attached to a cord inserted, and then they turned on the faucet, and I felt myself filled with semi-cool water. I shuddered, and found myself even more humiliated. They filled us up, and made us stand and hold it, threatening to punish us if anything came out. Finally, they took us to a hole in the floor to squat and expel the water. I had never been so humiliated in my life. They repeated it twice more to be sure we were fully clean, and drug us to the middle of the room under some chains.

Diego: “Ok putos, we have to unlock your hands for a few minutes. Don’t do anything stupid.”

He uncuffed me and it felt good to have the metal cuffs off my wrists, even if I was still gagged, collared, plugged, my ankles shackled, and my dick locked in the device. He grabbed one of the nearby hanging chains and securely attached two restraints to my wrists that felt like leather. Eduardo did the same to Eric.

Eduardo: “Ok, you can hoist them now.”

I heard a machine crank and felt my wrists raised up, and had no choice but to bend over as my arms were pulled up straight behind me. In seconds, I realized the position would be rather painful after a while.

Facing Eric, I lifted my head to look in his eyes and saw my own fear mirrored there. His eyes were as wide as I’d ever seen them, looking around the room, and at our captors. I’m sure that like me, he was realizing exactly how bad our situation was, and how helpless we both were to do anything about it.

Francisco: “Now, I am about to punish your asses for pissing the car before we really start. You are going to learn that you are much better off holding it in and feeling the urge to piss than pissing yourself.”

He went to a large cabinet by the wall and returned with a large paddle. I had never been paddled. My dad had used a belt on me a few times when I’d really fucked up, but the schools had stopped using paddles by the time I came through. Not that I had a choice about experiencing it now. He walked behind Eric and lined the paddle up with Eric’s very exposed, very helpless ass. Eric was yelling on the first stroke. Francisco was not holding back, and I knew our asses were going to be bruised before he finished. I’d failed to notice Andres getting another paddle behind me, so the sudden explosion of pain was a complete surprise to me, and I nearly lost my balance and almost wrenched my arms out of their sockets. I joined Eric’s yelling as it felt like they were beating my ass bloody. Stroke after stroke, these guys had no mercy whatsoever. I had never cried so many times in a single day before in my life. Finally, the assault ended.

Diego: “Ok slaves, we are going to welcome you to your new lives now. Those asses are nice and hot and red, and we can’t let that go to waste, so you’re about to get a nice hard fucking.”

Eric and I were both shaking our heads and protesting, but all we could get out was “Mmmmmmhhh! Mmmhhhmmm! Mmhhhhmmhhmmm!”

Andres petted my ass and whispered in my ear, “Calm down boy, you’ll have cocks in your mouth and ass soon enough.”

The guys started taking off their shoes and pants, and underwear. I realized they were all quite hung, and all quite hard. Francisco was at least 7”, and quite thick. And he had the least length of the group. Andres was probably 8”, Eduardo likely 9”… And then I saw Diego remove his underwear. He had to be a full 11” inches, and very thick. I understood the tripod nickname. With his short stature, it literally looked like another leg. And it was rock hard, and he had an evil smirk on his face.

Diego: “Don’t get so excited gringos, I promise you will both get to experience him many times. This cock is going to enjoy both of you many, many times.”

Francisco moved behind Eric, Eduardo behind me, Andres went in front of Eric, and Diego came around in front of me, where I got a very close look at the monster, bent over uncomfortably as I was. “We do not want to hear screaming, so try to stay quiet. Otherwise, we might have to go get those paddles you boys enjoyed so much.” They pulled the gag out of my mouth, and promptly replaced it with a strap that had a sort of ring in the middle, which went right into my mouth and kept it very widely open - and I knew exactly what was going to happen with that. Meantime, I felt the plug being pulled out of my poor asshole, and some lube applied by Eduardo’s fingers to the sore ring of flesh there.

I felt Eduardo’s 9 inches start to press against my hole, and I squeezed it shut as tightly as I could, though given the position I was in, it was difficult to really squeeze, and it was a losing battle. While I was focusing on that, Diego surprised me by suddenly pushing his cock into my open mouth. It surprised me so much that I lost my concentration and Eduardo’s cockhead slipped into my asshole. Diego ran his hands over my head and said, “Don’t worry - it isn’t all going all the way down your throat today, it would probably kill you. But soon, my little perro. Soon.”

I tasted a cock for the first time in my life. It was salty, and unpleasant. And I could smell the musk from Diego’s crotch as he pushed his cock into my mouth and pulled out, going a bit further each time. I gagged and willed myself not to vomit. Meanwhile, I felt my ass being invaded by Eduardo’s huge cock behind me. I was literally being spit roasted, something I had fantasized about doing to a girl with another guy, and here I was in the middle instead. It seemed like Eduardo’s dick would never end. I kept thinking surely that is all, but it would keep coming. Finally, I felt his pubes pressed firmly against my asshole, and thanked god that it was at an end. My ass was stretched to the limit.

Diego was pushing his cock around my mouth and had gotten at least 5 or so inches in at this point. He was truly enormous. It was so thick that it filled my mouth and pushed at the back of my throat. I fought my gag reflex, and felt tears in the corners of my eyes. Tears from the pain of being penetrated, from the humiliation of my situation, and mourning my freedom. From the corner of my eye, I could see Eric in much the same position with Francisco and Andres, though I thought he got the easier go of it overall with their relatively smaller cocks.

I suppose they were relatively kind about it - I was well lubed, and he didn’t just shove it in, but gave me some time to adjust. But to my virgin ass, it was a total violation, and painful. I remembered talking a few less than willing girls into letting me fuck their asses, and almost laughed at the irony. I was most certainly getting my comeuppance.

My ams ached as Eduardo began to fuck me. I could feel every inch of his cock as it slid out of my ass, then pushed back in. Somehow, it was painful every time, both directions. Having Diego’s cock in my mouth did not make it any better. I couldn’t beg or cry or yell with it in my mouth, and had to focus on not gagging as he pushed 5 or so inches of it back and forth into my mouth, while jerking the rest of it with his hand.

Eduardo: “Damn, this puto has a nice tight ass! I’m going to enjoy fucking it often.”

Francisco: “This one too. He has to actually be a virgin. They’re going to make great slaves. We’ll make a fortune off their asses!”

Diego: “Damn, I wish I could fuck them.”

Andres: “Sorry amigo, you’re going to have to let us open them up some before you put that monster in. You’d rip these tight holes in half.”

The guys all laughed. I didn’t feel like laughing.

The fucking seemed to last forever. The guys traded places and I had all of them but Diego up my ass before long, and all of their cocks in my mouth. Diego switched between Eric’s mouth and mine.

Time seemed to stand still. I thought the fucking would never end. It had to have been at least an hour, but in the mental state I was in, it felt like eons.

Finally, they all had ejaculated into our asses or mouths at least twice. I tasted semen for the first time, and even got to realize that the flavor varied a bit from guy to guy.

The chains holding our arms up behind us were mercifully lowered. Every part of me was sore. My asshole, my jaw, my arms, my legs from standing in an awkward position, my ass from the paddling. Even my nipples, which the guys had pinched some while fucking my mouth.

They released our hands from behind us, but we were both too sore and exhausted to put up much resistance.

Francisco: “On all 4s like dogs, slaves.”

We reluctantly complied, and leashes were attached to our collars. We were out of the dungeon room and down the hall to another steel door, my knees and hands screaming in protest at having to crawl on them. The room we entered had a series of the heavy metal doors. We were each led to one of them, and pushed inside. It was small - maybe 5 by 7 or so feet, dimly lit. There was a thin mat on the floor, a hole in the corner that was clearly for human waste, and nothing else. The door slammed behind me, and I heard the guys leave. I went to the mat and was asleep almost before I hit the ground.