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Breeders Market - Day 5: Worthless Slut? Part 2 – The beating of Lionel’s heart was the only sound I could hear now. Yes, I realized we were now alone, in his bed, my head resting on his chest as his left arm held me close to his naked body. I ran my fingers over the SOULJA LOVER tattoo on his muscled torso and knew I had his hot cum in my guts. The soothing healing of Dr. Mike’s salve was working its wonders on my ass, fixing all the damage Mel had done as his words rang in my ear, “You worthless slut.” I laid my hand on Lionel’s torso feeling the warmth of his body, the even rhythm of his breathing. Yeah I was a slut, and proud of it, but a slut with purpose. I was a Prince du Sange, a Prince of the Blood. Deacon was my King and COVENANT was my kingdom, and my blood was our warrior’s weapon through which we brought death and destruction. Speaking of destruction, my ass was ready for some more action, so I pulled the sheet back exposing Lionel’s ever-hard weapon of destruction, straddled his body, and eased myself down his throbbing raw dick, using him for my pleasure until his cum was dripping out of my hole and making our bodies sticky. After Lionel came, he said, “Damn, you sure know how to wake a man up! You just don’t know how fucking hot it made me to see you tied down and all bloodied up after my boys were done with you. You fucking slut, taking my fucking nutt, taking all my babies!” I just laughed, and said, “SHHHH,” as I turned around and offered him my cum filled hole to eat out, then when he was done I eagerly kissed him to taste the funk. It was Thursday at COVENANT in Southeast DC and day 5 of my time back with Lionel and his crew. I had used so much drugs and taken so much dick and cum it was a wonder I could still stand. Speaking of drugs, time to hit that good crystal from Richmond so I asked Lionel to fix me up and get the day started right and several lines later I was ready to go. Lionel snapped his blinged out collar around my neck and I gave him a sideways look as if to say, “Really? Is this still necessary?” Lionel took the cigarette out of his mouth, gave me a stern look and said as he tapped chest, “I know I’m already inside you physically as my dick ensured that the first day I fucked you in the library when I marked you as mine, but this here, this is putting me inside you there. Every day you will be thinking about me and missing me, and wishing you was back here, in this collar, being my bitch slut. Now come on, enough chatting, we got work to do.” It was a holiday weekend, so we expected a big crowd for tonight and the rest of the weekend and as we walked through COVENANT everyone was busy stocking the bars, stocking up on drugs, cleaning things down, and getting ready. We checked in on the Mares in their dorm and some were working out, some were just reading or watching TV, while others were busy man scaping. Next we visited the Stable Masters, most of whom were walking around naked, cocks half hard with that good morning wood, strutting to see who was the top dog. Lionel took me to the side, pulled a bag of powder out and said, “Hit this. Hard. I got something in mind.” So I took the straw he offered and felt the burn and high course through my body. Lionel’s voice boomed through the dorm, “Get your fucking asses out here NOW!” The Stable Masters quickly scrambled out of their rooms and from wherever they were at and lined up like they were called to arms. They were all handsome specimens of varying ages and well hung as part of the sales pitch in the STOCKYARD was them in their tight white pants showing bulge and precum wet spots. “I know you are still getting used to your new life and the rules here, like no fucking the Mares until their shift is done at the end of the night. Well today I got something special for you.” Lionel yanked my chain, drawing me close to him. He then let it drop as he reached down, unbuttoned my jeans, and pulled them down and positioned me bent over a chair. “You all know who he is,” Lionel continued as he yanked the chain attached to my collar, “and I know he let everyone one of you fuck him as part of the interview process. Cause you know why? It ain’t because you’all are special, big dicked boys are a dime a dozen. It’s because he’s a worthless slut, true one we must respect because he’s the boss, but a sluts a slut. He said he wanted to spend more time with you, well here it is. If you ain’t naked, get naked now. Form a line. You got 60 seconds to get your dicks hard starting now. One by one you got 60 seconds to shoot your nutt up his white slut hole. Bang and bounce boys – starting NOW!” What the fuck? Lionel slapped my ass, told the first Stable Master, “Got my cum up there for lube so slam it and get to business,” as I felt the first big dick drive in and fuck for all he was worth. 60 seconds is not much time, but as Lionel started counting down, “10, 9, 8,..” the first guy shot, yanked out, and was immediately replaced with Stable Master number 2. I grunted as the chair pushed forward a little on the carpet, and my ass was raw fucked and coated with more cum as Lionel’s voice boomed, “NEXT!”, and then dick number 3. Thank God Lionel had me hit more Tina before we started, so after the initial shock I leveraged myself against the chair, and pushed back to expose my hole wide and open for every dick. About 15 minutes later Lionel laughed and smacked one of them as he said, “Get the fuck back there. You already got yours you creeper. So we done? Alright. You know this is a big weekend, get the fuck back to doing whatever shit you were and be ready.” Lionel yanked my chain and dragged me into the hall, my pants still down around my ankles and my ass and guts sloshing with cum. His armed escort was waiting for us and Lionel shrugged and said, “What the hell, you want a go?” They both mumbled yes and I was soon pushed against the wall as the two guards topped me off. I pulled my pants up, Lionel took me to the closest private room, made his guards stand outside and as soon as the door was closed Lionel wrapped the chain around his fist pulling me close and said in barely a whisper, “What do you want?” It felt like the room was collapsing on top me of, all my emotions so intense and mixed up, I barely stammered, “Rape me with their cum.” Lionel snarled, tore my jeans off me and mounted me hard and deep right there on the floor, yanking the chain to my collar with his right hand as his left arm circled around my neck. Lionel then flipped me on my back, my legs up wide. Lionel was on top of me with his heart beating through both our chests, matching time to mine, his sweat coating me as he cupped his hands under each of my ass cheeks pulling my hole apart so he could dig up in me as he angled his legs wide for leverage to go extra deep. Several minutes later Lionel was laying on his back, breathing hard, a big smile on his face, with me laying beside him on the floor, half resting on his chest. I tapped his chest said, “Now I am in you too,” as I smiled. We were walking back to Lionel’s office when one of his crew came running up and said, “Boss, you better get down back.” The armed guards took lead, Lionel and I followed, down to the back loading bay at the back of the warehouse. D, the warehouse operations/garage manager was yelling at some kid, pacing in anger back and forth like a lion before the kill, while two of his guys held the struggling kid tight. Suddenly one of the guys lost his grip and the kid took a swing at D. His fist was wide of the mark, but D growled, and raised his right fist to take the kid out. “DON’T, take it easy man,” Lionel’s voice said, cutting through the confusion. It took D second to drop his fist once he saw us, his neck muscles still straining as the kid fought to get away. Stay tuned for Day 5: Worthless Slut? Part 3 – A New Slut is Born and Bred

Breeders Market - Day 5: Worthless Slut? – My throat hurt from the mix of pipe smoke and choke fucking and my mind began to drift to the day before. I had crashed soon after the Richmond Leather Daddies had left as they had used me hard. Lionel woke me up about 1:30 a.m. by shoving his hard dick into my hole, and as he slow fucked me he told me that he had three guys for me to serve and they would be here in a little while, so it was time to wake up and get ready. Lionel liked the sensation of my newly shaved ass and chuckled as he said, “Feels like a pussy after a bikini wax. I think I like you as a naked beaver.” My dick was pretty tender from my new ‘hood ornament’, the foreskin piercing the Richmond Daddies had given me, so I asked Lionel if I could get on my back. With me on my back, Lionel got deep and angled up into my guts just how he liked it and soon bred me with a big thick load. “I told you what would happen every night you are here,” Lionel said as he raised himself a little off me while still milking his cum into my ass, “You will serve my boys and the night is not over and I don’t care how much you got used earlier. These boys are important to our business and I promised them an extra freaky time. They’re my special-ops team. They handle things that need to be kept on the way down low, or that require a special touch of force, finesse, or downright violence and breaking the law. Because of what they do I don’t want you to see their faces, so will leave you set up and blindfolded.” Lionel pulled his dripping dick out of my ass, leaving a little trail of cum on the sheet as he backed off the bed. I rolled off the bed, grabbed the plate sitting on the night stand, and snorted several lines of the crystal the Richmond Daddies had left. Fuck that burned! But this shit was good, and my body started to respond and wake up and my dick jumped a little thinking of the fun to come. I walked out into the living room to find Lionel filling up a large plate with white lines for me, he turned on some straight porn on the big screen TV, turned on some music, set out a bunch of liquor bottles, cartons of Newport 100s, and an assortment of other drugs. I sat on a bar stool and sniffed a couple more lines as I watched him get things ready. Lionel disappeared into the bedroom and returned with his leather duffel bag, which he opened and then began laying out an assortment of gear. “Here, do several more lines, they will be here in a minute,” Lionel said as he pushed the plate in my direction. My eyes watered and I was feeling wicked horny already. Lionel then stepped up to me, held my chin in his hand as he wiped my nose with the other. He then grabbed a neoprene hood off the bar and said, “You will wear this, OK? It has a mouth and nose hole, but like I said, you can’t be able to ID these dudes. They are bad ass mother-fuckas and while they are loyal, they have no problem getting rid of anyone they see as a problem down the road. Got me?” I shook my head, Lionel put the hood on me then said, “Aiight, now stand up, turn and bend over the bar stool with your ass sticking up. That’s it, offer me that hole.” Lionel adjusted the stool’s height a little and my body so that my chest was on the stool seat. He then took a set of large leather cuffs and cuffed my wrists together and to the bar stool legs at the front, and then repeated the process with my ankles at the back. My ass was set on fire as Lionel shoved a couple fingers into my cum filled hole and coated it with crystal meth. He pulled his fingers out then let me lick them off, savoring the taste of my ass and drugs. There was a loud pounding on the front door, I heard Lionel walk away, the sound of muffled voices wound their way to through the rooms to me and then it got quiet. I heard the sound of foot steps close by and turned my hood covered head to try to hear better. SLAP! SLAP! I cried out as my ass was spanked hard by a big unseen hand and then a couple men began to laugh. “Fucking look at that,” one of them said, “Got us a God damned pig all trussed up.” While one of them continued beating on my ass I could hear the other guy pull a stool up in front of me, and the sound of him setting a bag on the bar. The ass beating continued as two hands rubbed my head, fingers slid under the back of the hood, and the hood was pulled off. I blinked as my eyes adjusted and the guy standing in front of me was looking at me with a toothy smile, a pockmarked face, glassy eyes, and a bit of dried spit on the corners of his mouth where his mustache ended. He continued smiling as he reached behind his back and pulled his gun out of his waistband, waved it in front of my face, then set it on the bar with a clang. The beating on my ass stopped, the second guy stepped into my field of vision, and he too was smiling. “Well well, nothing like a fucked up Tina slut is there now? Huh?” he said as I looked him over. Where the first guy looked run down, scruffy, and like he had just come off the streets, the second guy had on a crisp blue shirt, a couple gold chains around his neck, black pants and dress shoes like he had just come from a fancy night out. “Fucked up worthless Tina slut, that’s all you is,” the first guy said as he laughed and began setting out a line of syringes, vials, lighters, spoons and other drug shit on the bar. The guy in the dress clothes was unzipping his pants as he said, “Yeah I know Lionel wanted this to be all anonymous and shit, but we decided you need to see who’s dickin you,” and as he pulled his gun out tapped the barrel against my forehead he continued, “and what Lionel does not know won’t hurt him now will it? Don’t worry. He won’t be coming back. We got you to ourselves until we are good and done and we go get him, so no interruptions, we can do anything we want. What do you think about that?” I opened to mouth and started to reply when he slapped my face and said, “SHHHH…..the only thing a slut needs to be saying is begging for this dick right here. Understand? But frankly, we don’t plan on leaving your mouth empty, now do we.” His partner in crime laughed as the guy in the dress pants pulled out one of the biggest dicks I had seen in a long time. Extremely long, thick, and already dripping precum. As he stroked it a few times, I felt a third guy step up behind me, slapped my ass a couple times, he then used his big hands to spread my cheeks apart and then began to push his stubby dick through my ring, nice and raw. His dick was not very long, but kind of thick and blunt, so I grunted a little and focused on the monster in front of me and stared in awe and wonder as he teased me, keeping his dick just out of reach. The guy fucking me grunted, paused as he unloaded up my ass, pulled his dick out, and walked away. “Ha – looks like old Mr. G has just gave you all he got. Don’t worry, I got enough to make up for him.” As the dressed up guy walked behind me he said to the guy at the bar, “You better stick that hood in his mouth.” I was trying to think why they would do that now when the guy behind me rammed his dick into my ass, the only lube being Lionel’s and Mr. G’s cum. I screamed into the hood, my eyes watered, my legs and arms tensed and pulled against the cuffs binding me to the barstool. “That’s it you fucking worthless slut. Open that hole for big Mel,” he said as he fucked me rough and hard. “I got a whole lot of cum that needs to be milked out of these balls, now open that fucking hole!” He grunted as he slammed as deep as he could, his buddy laughed, and as Mel fucked he said, “Get your shit going Junior. You need to be breaking that neck.” I looked up and watched Junior, his hands shaking, as he picked up a large glass pipe that that was all brown and scorched. His whole arm shook as he held the pipe to his lips and used a lighter with a big, tall flame to heat up the end. I watched as he inhaled the trail of thick white smoke, held it deep, then he turned, pulled the hood out of my mouth, and Mel said, “Suck in what he’s giving you.” Junior put his mouth over mine, and exhaled the acrid smoke into me. I tried to breathe it in, but coughed, gagged, and choked as the smoke burned my throat and nose and they both laughed. I watched Junior take several more big hits, and his hand and arm shook less and less. Each hit he exhaled into my mouth, while Mel continued to fuck me and call me a worthless Tina slut. I got so hard watching Junior hit his pipe! Junior set the still hot pipe down onto the bar, stood up, pulled his t-shirt off over his head, pulled his pants off, and I got my first look at his body. Junior was deathly skinny, his ribs clearly showing, his skin was tatted, but looked thin and almost gray. The only meat on his body was his dick, which was long, heavy, and hanging low. He opened my mouth, began feeding me his dick with his left hand while with his right hand he massaged my throat, trying to get it to relax. “Break that neck Junior, you know how I like to hear sluts gagging and choking,” Mel said as he continued to bareback me deep and hard. My ass was more open now, so he stopped, eased his dick part way out, rubbed a crystal coated finger around just inside my hole, then started pile driving again. Fuck I was high! Once Junior had about half of his dick in my mouth he then used both hands to begin tilting my head at various angles as his hardening dick pushed back into my throat. He was like an explorer in a cave, methodically finding the best route to take, and by tilting my head a little to the left and up he found he could start sliding down my throat as I gagged, choked, and began to fight. “That’s it Junior, break that neck wide open. This slut wants it good, a rough hood fuck, spit on him Junior, make him your slut, that’s it, worthless slut for this big dick. Push that ass out! Push it out! Push it out for me!” I obeyed and pushed my hips up and out as much as I could so Mel could thrust deep. In the meantime, Junior had paused, I took a big deep breath through my nose, then Junior plunged down my throat, blocking my airways totally off. My stomach churned, I started to gag, choke, spit and gut juice ran out of my mouth and around the edges of Junior’s dick. He just held his dick in place, keep my head firmly grasped between his hands so I could not move and my body began to panic as it fought to breathe. “GOD DAMN YEAH JUNIOR, CHOKE HIM OUT, BREAK HIS NECK, FUCKING WORTHLESS SLUT!!” I came to gasping for breath, trying to get my bearings as I could hear Mel say, “Shit that’s some good hole. Shot a big fucking nutt up in that ass. Whew.” He then yanked his dick out of my ass, walked around and stuck his softening dick into my mouth for me to clean off. My pig instincts kicked in and I licked his dick clean. When he was satisfied, Mel pulled his dick out of my mouth and walked behind the bar to make himself a drink. Junior was sitting back on his stool, setting up his pipe. He looked at me, winked, nodded, and went back to his work. Fuck, what the hell had happened? These boys played rough. I smiled as I looked over at Junior’s still hard dick. He caught me looking and said, “You like that?” I smiled and nodded yes. It was sort of scary but hot at the same time to be made to pass out from getting throat fucked like that. Junior picked up his pipe, and took several long hits, sharing his smoke with me, before setting it down and choking me again on his dick. Junior then pulled out of my throat and drove balls deep in my ass in one jump. Mel had left my hole gaping, so Junior busted in deep and hard and hard, he drove his fingernails into my sides, clenched his hands, and slam fucked me, pulling me back on the stool to meet his thrusts. Junior had stamina and fucked a long time before he finally cummed up my ass. My intense high was starting to wear off, and the pain started to radiate out of my ass. Mel was sitting at the bar, his dick semi-hard, and I started to beg to be fucked again. Mel laughed as he dumped the contents of small pouch onto the wrapper of a cigar and said, “Trust. I am going to dig you out, and this shit right here – this shit is going to fuck you up.” Mel was now totally naked, his hard abs rippling with every breath, his solid chest and muscled arms were evenly matched by his big thighs and muscled legs. Damn he was hot and that dick – even partially soft it was impressive and my torn hole winked and twitched wanting it back inside me. “Junior’s gone to crash with Mr G, so I hope he gave you a good nutt,” Mel said as he licked the cigar paper making a big, fat blunt. I was mesmerized as Mel leaned back, brought the blunt to his lips, lit it, and inhaled deep. I breathed deep, loving the smell of the cigar paper, and whatever it was he was smoking and I craved it, needed it, wanted him to share. Mel smirked as he leaned towards me and I anxiously opened my mouth for his smoke like a baby bird begging for worms from its mother. After a couple deep hits on the blunt, Mel seemed to start to space out, so I asked, “May I have some? Can I hit it?” Mel looked at me, his glass eyes taking a minute to focus before he smiled and said, “Fucking slut, yeah hit this good, because then you know what? I’m going to tear that hole up!” Mel leaned forward, held the blunt between my waiting lips, I then took a hit, inhaling the toxic smoke deep into my lungs and holding it. I shut my eyes as I felt like I was suddenly being stung by 1,000 bees. Mel Laughed, leaned in and placed his mouth over mine as I exhaled my hit and he shared it. I first I thought, what’s the big deal. I don’t feel a thing, but then like a wave riding the incoming tide it hit me. Mel laughed and my eyes saw him speak, but I did not hear him in mind for a few seconds, “You fucked up aren’t you?” I could only shake my head yes, I was suddenly too high to form even a word and wondered how he could. Next thing I knew Mel was back behind me and was rubbing his dick against my hole. “You want my dick? Want to get fucked you worthless slut?” Mel’s voice said, so far away, and distant, and I tried to respond but my mind was all crossed and the bees were stinging me even harder. Mel laughed and then I felt him slam his dick into my ass. The pain was intense, wild, and shot throughout my body, but at the same time it felt so fucking good. My heart began pounding in my head and I was lost, swirling in the cloud of smoke, fucked up, high, and being fucked down. I opened my eyes and could see a pair of Lionel’s sneakers on the floor, the red Nikes giving me a link back to reality and I knew for a brief second yes, I was at Covenant in Lionel’s apartment getting fucked. There was another wave of intense pain and I think I tried to cry out, and for a brief second thought maybe I should make Mel stop, but then no, did not want to, wanted more, deeper, harder, I wanted it to hurt. I wanted to be a slut. I wanted that nasty huge dick to tear my ass up. One second I could focus on Mel’s dick up my ass, but then the next my mind suddenly wanted to play spelling bee and I started repeating names of girls I grew up with in alphabetical order, Amy, Bethany, Cathy, D….hmmm… who was D….. then my mind would slip back to the raw, black dick up my ass. Suddenly the sensation in my ass changed, I asked my self, “Is he fucking me with a 2x4 board with nails on the end?” Oh well, did not matter, I just kept pushing my ass back, needing more in my hole. My eyes were closed and I was lost and floating but then realized Mel was standing in front of me, his dripping dick in my face as he slapped me hard. I looked up, my eyes focusing, my mind still floating as Mel’s faraway voice said, “You’re bleeding.” Mel then rubbed his dick around my face until my natural pig reaction took over and I opened my mouth to suck and lick him clean. I then realized Mel was gone. My heartbeat was now in my ass as well as my head, where did they go? I wanted more! Warm hands held my head and Lionel’s voice broke through the fog, “Damn, what the fuck, they painted your face and ass with red red, and even wrote SLUT on your ass. Let’s get you cleaned up and use some of Dr. Mike’s salve to fix your ass back up, but first I want to dip my stick in that sloppy hole and feel it all hot and wet.” I mumbled and grunted as Lionel slammed his dick up in my shredded hole and relished the mix of pain and pleasure. The beating of Lionel’s heart was the only sound I could hear now. Yes, I realized we were now alone, in his bed, my head resting on his chest as his left arm held me close to his naked body. I ran my fingers over the SOULJA LOVER tattoo on his muscled torso and knew I had his hot cum in my guts. The soothing healing of Dr. Mike’s salve was working its wonders on my ass, fixing all the damage Mel had done as his words rang in my ear, “You worthless slut.” Stay tuned for Day 5: Worthless Slut? Part 2

The Stealth Bomber, Episode 1: Welcome to the Poz Team– Carl, Chris, Concierge in Denver, Curtis, the names in my ‘C’ column go on. I have tracked my victims from day one. While faces and asses have blurred over the years, their names/reference are logged, not one is lost, and my little trophy from each kill is put away with great care. My name, well my name changes and often, in person and online, I am always someone new, but someone new with the same goal, stealth bombing negative ass, turning unsuspecting bottoms and those who play at being a bottom into nasty, infected, viral filled cunts! In my mind I do call myself the Stealth Bomber, so that will work *Author’s note: The Stealth Bomber series is based on the real life of adventures of a fuck buddy of mine and is written in his honor and the work he does breeding ass. The stories are written from his perspective. Names and some details have been changed to protect the guilty, the innocent, and the just plain stupid. I have been lucky enough to take a number of his infected loads and hope you are someday too!* A little about me. I am in that sweet spot age of early 30s, so not too old for the young 20 somethings, and young enough for the 40 somethings to make them think they scored a sweet deal. I don’t have model looks, but men and women often admire me. I have a good job, a nice dick that is almost 9 inches, and nice thickness, and my best asset is my cum – thick, heavy loads that stick like oatmeal and I can cum 4 or 5 times in a row, each load as big and thick as the last – perfect for those cum hounds who beg for more! As the Stealth Bomber I plan to infect as many asses as I can, not just because I want to, I NEED TO INFECT AND BREED! It’s like needing to breathe for me. I need ass and only truly enjoy my orgasm when I know the hole riding me is negative. Do I fuck poz asses? Sure and I enjoy it, but the thrill of the chase, the satisfaction of conquering, and the twisted joy I get from stealth fucking is a whole other level. Let me tell you about my latest, Craigslist #67. Here was his post: Wanna breed a neg bbottom? - 30 (DC) - Neg bottom here. Turned on by the idea of getting pounded by a raw cock bb. Love aggressive dom types but not a must. I had not cummed in a couple days and my need was growing. I could get ass anyplace, but I wanted neg ass, ass to infect and this one sounded just right. I sent him an email with the usual sales pitch, told him how much I would enjoy being the dom top he needed, it had been so long since I had fucked anyone, and lie lie lie lie. He hit me back within minutes, we exchanged pics, he told me he wanted my dick so bad then said, “I’m neg/ddf, you? because I like to know, too many HIV+ guys out there.” Of course I told him I was neg too and it was hard for me to cum with a condom, so great to find a bottom who was neg I could play with and without further question he emailed me his address and asked me how I wanted him. Bent over by the door, ass lubed, ready for me I replied and was on my way. The buzzer in the old building sounded like a Ford truck on its last leg. I punched in the code, was buzzed in, made my way up and found the door to the apartment slightly ajar. With my left hand I pushed the door open, the light from the hall illuminating the white ass bent over and waiting for me, just like I like it! I stepped into the hall, closed the door and ran my hands up and down his negative ass – well neg for the moment. The bottom had one hand on the wall and the other was holding a bottle of poppers up under his nose sniffing like it was his last breath in a caved in coal mine. Just fine by me. I stroked his ass as I reassured him, “It is so good to find someone else who is negative. It has been so long, and I just cannot cum with a condom on, so I know I will enjoy this!” The bottom just mumbled into the poppers bottle and frankly I could give a fuck what he had to say. As he inhaled the poppers I dropped my jeans, made sure my cock ring from Fort Troff was on nice and snug (love those new thick ones they have), and with my left hand pulled out my cotton square. You see, I need a little souvenir from each stealth fuck, a reminder and evidence of my dirty deed and thank God for CVS and their cheap ass shit. I get like 100 cotton squares for a couple bucks and they are just the perfect size for my treasure chest. Anyways, I picked up the bottle of lube he had sitting by his feet and with my right hand began to work my index finger up his tight puckered hole. He immediately jumped, pranced, and did the two-step, but with my left hand held him still and continued to finger his ass. Like most bottoms he did not even flinch as my nail began to dig into his ass walls. While some guys leave one finger nail extra long to snort some lines, I leave my right index fingernail sharpened just right so that as I finger a dumb fuck’s cunt, I make sure to scratch and claw and tear his tender little hole so my cum can burrow in deep and infect him good. I continued to finger him as the clueless bottom started to buck and push back all the while telling him how nice his negative ass felt. It took only just a minute for me to see the bright red trails of blood when I wiped my finger on the cotton square – perfect!! I put the cotton square in my pocket, worked his hole a couple more times, and then bent over and began to lick at his ass. OH THE TASTE OF A RAW HOLE, TORN AND READY TO BE INFECTED! There is nothing like it. While I could eat a tangy ass for hours, I NEEDED to infect him, and so reluctantly pulled back, lined up my now dripping dick with his ass, and began to gently push my head against his now red slicked and winking hole. Every bottom is like a new horse. You have to gauge their reaction and willingness to submit and this one was ready for anything, so as soon as my head had pushed a little into his hole and he started to push back, I grabbed his hips and went balls deep. The bitch bottom arched his back, the muscles in his neck strained as he gasped, his fingers clawing the sheet rock of the wall as his left hand slung the bottle of poppers back under his nose as he sniffed and snorted and grunted. I let him feel my dick spread him open, and once the poppers started their magic, his ass ring began to relax and I was able to get to work. While I can take hours to cum if I wanted to, I just needed to infect, so this was a slam, bam, fuck. The dumb ass bottom grunted, moaned, and mumbled as I grabbed his hips and fucked him deep and hard. His hole got wet and sloppy quick, so I knew my fingernail had set the stage for a grand finale. “Oh, you got such a good ass, the best I have ever felt, you feel so good, want to make love to your hole!!” I murmured and he replied with more moans and gave his ass fully to me. They all want to feel special, cared about, loved if you will. Fuck that, they are just worthless pieces of ass for my pleasure! My balls pulled high and tight, my dick began to tingle, my whole body began to tense as my cum quickly moved up and stationed itself, ready to breed and infect its next target. The bottom was practically drooling now as he had bent completely over giving me full and deep access to his negative hole. Nothing like a cum whore to get me off, so I rewarded his gratitude and pulled him close to me as my dick head edged his ass walls and I began to plant my seed in him. “You want me to cum? Oh you have me so close? Want me to pull out? Please let me cum, please!” I begged, and of course he said yes, but it was already too late, I had already let loose my first load and there is nothing that gets me hotter than fucking an ass that I have already bred once. As load number two shot deep, he begged for me and I gave it all to him. I had had enough of this bottom, and it was time to go. All pretense over, I yanked out of his used hole with one tug making him cry out. “Oh I am so sorry, are you OK?” I asked with feigned care and concern as I rubbed his ass cheek with my left hand. With my right hand I pulled the cotton square out of my shirt pocket and wiped it up and down his crack, inserting it in his torn hole and reveled in the glorious site of blood and my cum as I pulled it back out, carefully folded it, placed it back into my shirt, pulled up my pants, told him how much I hoped we could do this again and let myself out. As the elevator doors closed behind me I studied my latest treasure chest addition. It was soaked pretty good, deep red, the edges a light pink, and was literally sopping. YES! Another successful breeding and I was sure my charged up load would be with this one forever. As soon as I got home I carefully attached my bloody and cum soaked cotton square to an index card, noted the date and other information, and filed it in my treasure chest. I then got online and sent him an email, thanking him for a great time, reinforcing how nice it is to meet a negative bottom, and that I hoped to see him again soon. He immediately hit me back asking when. Little did he know, I had no desire to fuck him again, he was done and was now part of the other team – POZ! In about two weeks I would email him, accuse him of infecting me, and refer him to Ernest at the local HIV clinic for testing. Little did he know I fucked Ernest raw at least twice a week. By day Ernest preached safe sex and played the good little clean queen, but by night he was my cum slut who wanted nothing more than my poz load in his ass. Stay tuned for more adventures – would Ernest tell a neg bottom he is poz just for me to use? Where is my next victim found?

my hole is dripping cum and piss - 9 inch fuck buddy just came through, throat fucked me rough and hard till I gagged and spit up and glazed his dick, then he ordered me to turn around and with me cornered in living room chair he lapped at my hole, then coughed up spit wad, the slammed in balls deep and held me hard, digging his nails in my side while he unloaded nutt #1. He yanked out, I stumbled to the bed, he then took his time for load #2, making sure to angle sideways and up scraping my insides. When he shot he pulled out, went to the bathroom, then called me in to take his piss. I offered him my ass, he shoved his dick in, loaded with his foul smelling piss, then washed off and left. My guts are srceaming, hole is open and pulsing, looking for another top who likes it wet wet.

Breeder’s Market Day 4: Richmond Leather Daddies – Cum load number three was dripping out of my hole as D, the guy who managed our warehouse operations, told the next guy in line to get it hard and stick it in or move the fuck out of the way. My line of sight was somewhat hindered as Lionel had me collared and chained and the end of the chain was now looped through a big eye-hook in the side of the garage wall. Lionel laughed as he had left me there saying he was not taking any chances of me wandering off again. Through the frost on the windows, I could see Lionel standing outside in the large parking lot behind COVENANT waiting for the Richmond guys to arrive. While we waited, D had shown up with several of the young guys who worked with him in the garage and he decided what Lionel did not know, did not hurt him, so he immediately had pulled my pants down and let his boys start their cum train. While they waited their turn, his boys were smoking some intense drugs, and the smoke hung low in the cold air of the garage making waves of hazy white dance around us. Even though the garage section we were in was not fully heated, I was sweating from the mixture of the drugs Lionel had shot me up with and the physical fuck down I was taking. Lionel usually liked me to snort lines, but this morning he had given me a new mixture he said would keep me steady and high for a long time and I eagerly submitted to the needle. As load number four was coating my guts, we all turned and looked out the window as a large semi-tractor trailer barreled into the parking lot far faster than seemed reasonable, creating a tornado of snow flurries in its wake. D yelled at his boys, “Get the fuck out there NOW! Line up.” As his boys all tucked their dicks back in their overalls and put out their smokes and one-by-one ran out into the biting cold, D stepped up behind me, slapped my ass good an hard and said, “This was between us, right? Mr. Lionel don’t need to know a thing understand?” I turned to D, smiled, and said, “You know I like you fucking me, and this week at the Breeder’s Market is about keeping my ass full of dick and cum. Don’t forget, I want some more alone time with you, but maybe we can set up something special for your boys. I think a couple of them felt left out.” D laughed, made sure my pants were fastened and using a dirty, grease covered rag he wiped up the evidence puddled around my feet before he winked and went out to stand beside Lionel. I was left alone, chained to the wall, my ass full of cum, as I watched the semi make a large circle of the lot before coming to a stop. It was hard to see any more through the frost, so I waited and listened, but could only hear the deep rumble of the truck’s engine as the cold now began to seep into me and I started to shiver. A few minutes later Lionel walked in, bent over, gave me a hard long kiss and said, “You know who these guys are. You know how important today is. We need Richmond because they could be problem with us getting what our drugs out of the port in Norfolk, so I don’t give a fuck shit what you do, how you do it, just get them on board, alright?” I shook my head, my shivering increasing as Lionel led me outside. Our guys from the garage were lined up in a row like a formal escort with D standing a few steps in front. Lionel walked me to a spot in front of D and we were now on the right side of the semi, giving me my first good look at it. The semi was a Peterbilt, with a deep red cab that had one of those custom, extra big full walk-in sleepers attached. The only other color on the cab was the orange running lights. The trailer of the semi was totally painted in a patriotic theme. Eagles, flags, military men, you name it, the trailer was a rolling ode to God Bless America or something. I was really shivering now and soon the door on the passenger’s side of the rig opened and this white guy all in black leather climbed down and stood looking at us. He was about 6’2, looked to be about 40 or so, had a mustache and black/silver Mohawk running down the middle of his head. His nose had a thick ring in it and he was casually holding a cigar between his teeth as he crossed his arms and looked at us. A moment later another man walked around the front of the rig, who was almost a mirror match to the first one. Same Mohawk, same nose ring, same cigar, but he was about 3 inches taller and his leather jacket had several bands of red around the upper arms that matched the color of the semi. They exchanged a quick word, then the second guy came up and held his hand out to Lionel. ‘Well hot damn man, looks like you trotted out the grungy and the grimey parade,” he said in between puffs on his cigar. “Appreciate the kindness, yes I do. I’d have been here earlier but traffic on I-95 was shit as always. How about you and I share a word while my boy here gives your boy the tour? Shall we?” Lionel handed my chain to the leather guy’s extended hand who passed it off to the first guy who had gotten out of the truck. As I was led to the rig’s cab, I turned to see Lionel and the taller guy walk into the garage, followed by D and his boys. “So, what’s your name,” I asked the guy as we approached the cab. He stopped, turned, took the cigar out of his mouth and blew the smoke in my face as he said, “Sir. You will address me as Sir. Him, you will address as Master. There are rules. You will follow them, as do I. I was instructed to show you our little home away from home, so we will begin with the cab.” Sir opened the passenger door and motioned for me to climb up. He climbed up behind me, making me step into the space between the seats that led into the sleeper section. Sir closed the door, put his cigar in the ashtray, and I was hit by the overwhelming smell of all the cigars that had been smoked in the cab. While the interior was shiny, black leather with stripes of red, all I could smell was their cigars. The rig looked liked others I had seen, but then Sir pushed me through the curtain into the sleeper section where I was surprised to see a good size bed, small kitchenette area, and a large mirrored door. “Drop your pants. I need to inspect you,” Sir said. I turned to ask what the fuck, but shrugged, dropped my pants, turned and bent over. The cold of his nose ring and mustache surprised me as he shoved his face into my cum filled hole and began sucking hard to reach the cum. He was moaning, groaning, and oinking like a pig in slop before he stood up, turned me around and started kissing me, coating my lips and face with the loads he had licked out of my ass and feeding me what he had licked out. After a few minutes of nasty kissing, Sir released me, looked down at my dick and balls, shook his head, opened one of the cabinets hanging over the bed and pulled out something I had never seen before. He clamped my balls and dick into a small bunch and then put a little cage around them that snapped tight around the base of my balls and was secured in place with a small bronze padlock. Sir nodded to himself, “Time to get the rest of you ready.” I got dressed, we climbed back out of the cab, and walked to the side of the trailer. Sir opened a small panel on the side and a door opened on the side of the trailer and a set of stairs swung out from underneath, the hydraulic whirr barely heard above the rumble of the rig, which was still running. I climbed up the stairs and stepped into a small, empty area painted in solid black. Sir stepped in behind me, closed the door and a black light came on. He then opened a door in the wall and I walked through into a dungeon on wheels. The inside was painted black, one large, red stripe running around the room about waist high. The walls were covered with various shelves, boards, and filled with all sorts of S&M and B&D stuff. In the corner was a metal toilet like you see in prison with a large silver coiled hose hanging on the wall beside it. What made me really pause was the large metal table in the middle of the room that looked like something from a butcher shop. “On behalf of Master, welcome to our home-away-from home,” Sir said as he lit another cigar. He closed the door and walked towards the back turning on more lights that showed a leather couch, TV, chains hanging from the ceiling, and at the back, a large door. Sir motioned me forward, he opened the door, and in the back part of he trailer were two of the largest and most tricked out Harley Davidson motorcycles I had ever seen. “We have a lift at the back and when the weather is good, Master likes to ride,” Sir said as he looked at the bikes with a deep yearning. Man these folks had some cash that’s for sure. He closed the door, we walked back by the couch, he had me sit as he opened up a drawer in the end of the coffee table and began laying out an assortment of needles, drugs, cigars, and paraphernalia. “Master has said you should have your choice of anything you wish. I do not agree, but it is not my place – yet. So please, what would you like,” Sir said as he continued to lay out a buffet of drugs. “I just want to please you – and him – so you choose,” I said in deference, making Sir smile, “I am not exactly sure what you want, and frankly this damn thing around my nuts is fucking uncomfortable, so you decide what the best shit to fuck me up and let me please you the way you want.” Sir smiled wider now, nodded, and began to lay out a line of almost clear crystals that he inspected like a jeweler would the best diamonds, before he ground them up and created a number of lines on a mirror set in a black frame that had a small, metal straw on the side. He handed me the mirror and the straw and watched as I cleared it off. FUCK THAT SHIT BURNED! My eyes watered, my nose ran, I coughed and had to catch my breath. I had snorted some good stuff this week, but that was way better than anything we had. Once I could see straight I looked at him, laughed, set the mirror down, stood up, and got totally naked. As I sat back down on the leather couch, the chastity cage reminding me I was up for something new, Sir stood up and began to remove his leathers. I watched him methodically and slowly take of his leather jacket, pants, boots, and realized then how fucking hot it seemed in the trailer. Maybe it was just me and the drugs. When Sir was done he stood in front of me for inspection. He was thickly built and his broad chest was covered with a silver and black mat of hair, like his mowhawk. Both nipples had large rings through them, he had a large belly ring, shiny metal arm bands around each bicep, and then his 8-inch dick was a collection all its own. His dick had a huge, thick PA through the head, his bull balls were low and stretched due to several metal rings pushing them down, and his balls had several smaller rings piercing the front of the sack. I reached out to touch his dick and he slapped my hand away, but his dick jumped, so I tried again and after several times of being slapped away his dick was engorged, throbbing, and almost purple looking in the light of the trailer. “Do you know what a Bruder is?” Sir asked as he now puffed on a cigar. “Bruder means brother in German, but for us, it is more. It is a bond, a loyalty, a way of life, and all that Master does is guided by his belief in the Bruder way. I can see by the large biohazard tat on your back and the tats on your arm, that you understand something of such a relationship?” Flashes of Deacon overwhlemed my mind and in that moment he felt close and I closed my eyes relishing the pulse of his being through the bond we shared. Sir said, “Christ, what the fuck?” and as I opened my eyes the tats on my arms seemed to be glowing slightly. I chuckled, they always did that when my bond with Deacon pulsed, and I just shook my head and said, “Special ink man. Crazy stuff they can do these days. How about some more of that crystal.” I was so horned from the drugs and when Sir asked me to follow him towards the play area I practically floated. “Bend over the table,” Sir said as even with the heat I shivered as my chest laid flat onto the cold steel table. He walked up behind me and without any foreplay, shoved his pierced dick into my ass, his PA scraping my guts as each inch went inside me. I raised up and was pushed back down as Sir began fucking my hole. I could feel the vibration of the truck running through the steel table as Sir fucked me and mumbled for him to fuck me harder and deeper. The drugs made his 8-inch dick feel bigger than it was, or maybe it was the ring and the feel of his pierced bull balls slapping my hole with each thrust, either way I was enjoying the Bruder fuck down. “YOU WANT MY CUM! TELL ME YOU WANT THAT CUM, TELL ME…TELL…” Sir screamed as loud as he could as he blew his load inside me. I did not feel it at all, but he seemed to enjoy it, so I stayed where I was until he finished and even after he pulled out. He then shoved his face back into my hole and ate the load out he just gave me. Sir then walked away and when he came back he wiped my ass dry with a towel, then I felt an odd sensation. “Stay where you are. Master only fucks a smooth hole,” Sir said as he used clippers to shave the hair off my ass and from around my hole. He then used a razor and some lotion to make my hole completely smooth, and when he was satisfied he let me back up and we went back to the couch where I cleaned the mirror again of another round of pure crystal lines. I had closed my eyes and was wiping my nose feeling the rush of the high when I heard Master’s voice, “Is he ready?” I looked up and Master was standing over me. I did not hear him come in, but he was already undressed. Master had large leather cuffs on each wrist and large leather bands on each bicep that had a stripe of red on them. His nipples were pierced with metal bars, he wore a leather harness, and black shorts that had a hole for his dick. I was impressed with his dick as it looked almost as big as Charles, the leather man who had trained me so well before, clearly over 10 inches and thick, but it looked scarred and rough like it had been through a meat grinder or was some sort of Frankenstein dick. Master also had a PA in his dick head and as I reached out to touch it, Sir slapped my hand away. I looked up into Master’s face, eager and dick hungry, my ass needing to be fucked. The last thing I noticed was his tall black boots with red socks peeking out of the top. As if he could tell what I was thinking Master said, “The commitment you are asking for goes beyond anything we have been willing to do in business before. I must know I can trust you. I must see you exposed, raw, violated. Your man is not too happy right now. I am afraid I had to put him in his place. I do not deal with anyone who is not fully in charge, and I know that is you. So he is outside pacing and nursing a bloody nose as he got a little – shall we say – out of line when I explained you and I had some private negotiations scheduled.” Master rubbed his knuckles and smiled, I smiled back, grabbed the mirror, snorted a few more lines, stood up, bent over the couch, and offered him my now hairless ass. I felt two large fingers work inside my hole and then the familiar burn and sting of a booty bump followed by Sir’s dick fucking me again. Sir fucked me for a minute, stepped back, then I felt something different, strange, inhuman. I turned and saw Sir was now working to shove a black dildo into my ass, one that was slightly bigger than his dick. I let him do what he wanted as long as my ass got used. After several minutes Sir pulled the dildo out, I felt another booty bump, then Master’s shadow was over me as his finger followed the outline of the biohazard tat on my back. “I only fuck extreme,” he said in a calm and firm voice. “I WILL violate you. I WILL use you. I WILL hurt you, you WILL expose all to me.” “Just fuck me, please,” I begged and started to scream as Master slammed inside of me and started to tear my ass up. Master drove my body against the couch and did not let up even as I tried to adjust my position. The man was strong, and he was true to his word as he fucked me rough, hard, and extreme and in my fucked up state it was like every stroke felt like ten, his dick felt gigantic, and every sensation was amplified. I wanted more. Master was very verbal, but I don’t really remember what he said as I was too fucked up. After a while I was pulled off the couch and dragged back to the steel table. Master and Sir physically lifted me up and set me on the table, my skin catching and pulling as Master pulled my ass to the edge of the table and shoved his dick back into my ass. My ass was hanging off the end, but Master was holding me up, fucking me deep, stretching my ass wider with every thrust. The cum squirting from Master’s dick punched my walls like little fists as his sweat dripped off his face and chest slicking up my dick that was straining and confined in its little cage. When he was done, Master pulled out and Sir plunged back in. WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT! WAS HE FISTING ME? I strained to sit up, but Master held me down as Sir fucked me with what I soon realized was a dick-extension strap-on as Master held up several others to the side as he chose one that he strapped on over his now hardening dick. While Sir fucked me with his dick extension, I turned my head to see Master open a small fridge, pull out several vials, and fill a series of needles. He walked over to me, patted my forehead and said, “While my boy and I will do our best to infect you with everything we have, and trust me that is more than most anyone could handle, I was sent a message from a trusted source that you are very special and can manage much more. I have collected several important specimens of a unique and infectious nature that I will give you now. So just lay back, and enjoy.” I then lay on the steel table, my eyes watching Master inject my right arm with who knows what, while Sir continued to try to gape my ass. When Master was done he gently bent down and licked at the drops of blood on my arm until there were none, wiped the spot dry, then placed a bandage over the injection site with a well-practiced hand. The moment passed as Master and Sir took turns fucking me with and without their strap-ons. I was fed cum, piss, and spit, spanked, paddled, nipples tortured, and fed one line after another of the best crystal ever! Only Master was verbal, Sir barely said a word, but as I high I was none of what they said registered and it all became a haze of bodily fluids. When my head began to clear I was sitting back on the couch and Sir was injecting something into my arm. One minute my world was fuzzy, the next I did not feel sober, but I did feel clear headed and focused. Master knelt before me, lifted my chin with his left hand, blew his cigar smoke in my face making me cough. I looked around and saw we were alone, Sir was not standing near by as Master said, “You have served me well today and have even shown my boy a thing or two, which surprises me. I had heard tales, rumors, whispers of what you are and what you have become and after seeing the Breeder’s Market and meeting you, I know it is all true and more. I will agree to work with you. I will provide a way for you to be in touch.” I smiled at Master, nodded my thanks, and said, “I have only one requirement, and you will follow it. Lionel is in charge here and you will deal with him. I want your full support of our drug trade, the Breeders Market, and more. Understand? I look forward to seeing you again and want it even more extreme, but for now, you will do as he says as he speaks for me here.” Master nodded, hung his head in his vow to agree by my request, then stood and helped me stand up. I suddenly realized a new sense of pain and looked down and was shocked to see the glint of a shiny steel ring piercing my foreskin. I looked at Master who shrugged and said, “I thought you should have something to remember me by. A small token of our agreement?” I laughed, Sir was there with my clothes, I got dressed, and let them escort me off the trailer. As I stepped down into the cold winter air, I was shocked to realize it was dark, and that I had been in the trailer all day. I saw Lionel pacing back and force smoking fiercely and a group of his crew standing behind him, guns out, all looking tense and ready for battle. Lionel immediately came to me, but I put my hand up, turned, thanked Master and Sir for their hospitality, ensured them I would be in touch, then calmly walked back into COVENANT with Lionel rushing to catch up to me. The roar of the Peterbilt drowned Lionel’s voice as he grabbed me by the left arm, stopped me, as his crew continued on through the garage and back inside. When we were alone Lionel looked at me, the question clear on his face. “Don’t worry my Soulja Lover,” I said, “I did as ordered, and they will now do as you order.” I then noticed how his nose looked swollen and bruised and reached out to touch it. Lionel winced, looked away in shame, but I said, “Please man, don’t be ashamed, look, they marked me too?” I pulled my pants down and showed Lionel my new foreskin piercing, and then turned around and showed him my bruised and swollen asshole, that was now hairless and smooth. Lionel laughed hard and deep and said, “God damn, you folks are some crazy weird mother fuckers!” Little did he know that the piercing and shaved ass was only the visible gifts they gave me. WHAT INFECTIOUS GIFTS DID MASTER SHOOT INTO MY ARM? Stay tuned for Day 5: Worthless Slut?

thanks and this story - like all the 'fiction' I write - is based in part on real life - I had a straight guy who asked me to do this and unlike the story, I could not go through with it at the time - he continued to fuck me raw and once when I asked him about his wife he said he, 'found someone else to take care of that for me, just like I wanted' so assumed that meant she converted - although he still was verbal and seemed to use me as his therapy sessions

Trish Can’t Leave Me Now… I have profiles on several websites that are mainly straight, and while most of the guys ignore me completely, enough will say hi, some will chat, and a few will want to connect to make it worthwhile. They all have their reasons for contacting me or hooking up from they want something they cannot get at home, they are really bi-sexual or gay, but cannot be open about it, or they are just horn dogs who when they get drunk or get high want a nice warm mouth or a wet ass to fuck with no questions asked and no strings attached. My profile states my status and my love of taking hot cum, and they all love being able to fuck me raw, and for some I think there is a thrill of the risk as well. It still surprises how none of them even ask about using a condom. Joshua/Josh McDaniels III is one of those guys. Married, white, handsome, has a high-pressure job as an attorney with one of the biggest firms in Washington, DC handling defense issues, a nice looking wife, great house and car and more. Josh first hit me up several months ago. I was working from home, it was just about lunch time and Josh sent me an email that was blunt, cocky, and to the point: “I have a 6-day load and need someone to get on their knees and swallow it. Give me your address.” I sent him my address, Josh arrived, immediately unzipped without a word, I got on my knees and sucked him for about 5 minutes before he shot a tremendously huge load and left without saying one word to me. I was actually turned on by his rude and cocky attitude, but even more by his big white dick. He was a good 9 inches and over 6 inches around and once we got the angle right, he gave me one of the best throat fucks of my life by grabbing the back of my head and fucking rough and hard like he was releasing all of his tension, anger, and sexual frustration into me. From that day on Josh sent me emails a couple times a week and every session was the same. He barely spoke if at all, just unzipped, grabbed my head, slam fucked my throat, zipped up and left, and I didn’t mind at all as he fed me big loads every time. A few months in, as Josh got ready to leave, he pulled a pair of red lace panties out of his suite coat pocket, tossed them onto the floor by me and said, “Next time have those on.” They smelled of a woman, not sure who, but did not matter as I did as he asked and when he arrived next time and saw me he got this strange look on his face. This time when he started to fuck my throat he started getting verbal. “Dumb bitch, think you can deny me? I give you everything! Yet you hold out on ME? ME? I WILL get what I need. I will fuck you, you are my wife, MY WIFE and your pussy is MINE!!!” With that Josh held his dick balls deep down my throat as I gagged and choked and fought to breathe as he shot his biggest load ever. Our suck sessions during lunch time became Josh’s therapy. I would kneel wearing his wife’s panties while he throat fucked me hard as he could and let out every complaint, hurt feeling, frustration, and piss ass thing she had done to irritate him. He still left as soon as he cummed, but I could tell he always felt much better when he did. It was about four weeks after I started wearing her panties that Josh’s email came near the end of the work day and said, “Turn off your lights. Leave the door open. Be doggy style and ass lubed as I will be there in 45 minutes.” Wow, he was going to fuck me? I was not going to ask why and so quickly got ready, set out some lube and towels, he buzzed from the front door, I punched the code to let him in, quickly opened my front door and left it ajar, killed the lights, and was ready on the ottoman with my ass up when he walked in. Josh slammed the door and was mumbling and grumbling and unlike before, this time he kicked his shoes off and made me jump as they hit the wall. He dropped his pants, and soon his right hand was on my ass feeling the panties. “You fucking cunt, think I wouldn’t find out? Thought you were being sneaky? Don’t make me laugh. You’ve never been that bright honey have you? I didn’t marry you for your brains, but for THIS!!!!” Josh snarled as he tore the panties off and slammed his dick into my waiting ass. I cried out as Josh grabbed me and fucked hard as he continued, “You think you can fucking cheat on me? Dumb cunt. You DENY me and then sleep with that fucking pussy Robert? You are MINE to fuck, not his. You are my WIFE, not his! This is MY PUSSY!! HOW FUCKING DARE YOU, I’LL SHOW YOU, YOU FUCKING….” Josh slammed my torn ass balls deep and held his dick there as it spasmed and his orgasm rocked his whole body as my ass was bred raw and flooded with his cum. When Josh was done he yanked his dick out, grabbed one of the towels on the floor, wiped himself off, got dressed and left without another word. Our sessions now became very intense as Josh became much more aggressive and physical as things with his wife went from bad to worse, and he let all of his pain and anguish and frustration out in fucking me. Josh was fucking me almost every day now and while I felt bad for the man and wanted to help, or talk, or something, he clearly did not so I helped the best way I could – giving him a nice raw hole to breed and fuck how he wanted. Three weeks after Josh had started fucking me, and several pairs of panties later as he had taken to literally ripping them off me, Josh finished up, got dressed, but instead of leaving turned the lights on, sat down, and said, “Thank you. I know this has probably seemed a bit nutts, or that I’m nutts, and…well, I just wanted to say thank you for letting me deal with this in my own way and for being there for me.” “You’re welcome man,” I said, “and I hope you know how much I enjoy you. You have an amazing dick, and I love how you make me suck it and fuck my pussy and I would do anything you want.” Josh blushed a little, nodded, then asked, “You would do anything?” By the look in his eyes I was not sure if that was good or bad, I nodded yes, he breathed deep then said, “If you are taking any medicine for you know, what you got, I want you to stop for a few weeks, OK? I’m still going to fuck and use you, but then, well. Just stop.” Like Josh asked, I stopped my meds and when I had my next check up my doctor was concerned as she said my viral load had suddenly spiked and she wanted me to come back in 4-weeks for a follow-up to see if my meds needed to be adjusted. I told Josh the next time he fucked me, he gave me an evil grin and said, “Good. Trish and I have started couples therapy to ‘work on our issues’. She thinks I am cold, distant and work to hard, but is happy to spend my fucking money. I would divorce her if I could, but her Daddy is a partner in my firm, and you know, well, it just can’t be done. Friday I am going to come fuck you, then you are going to come with me to my house. I have a little surprise for Trish.” I just nodded as my mind started to race wondering what Josh was up to. True to his word Josh fucked the daylights out of me on Friday, we got dressed, and I hopped into his Jaguar with him, his cum still hot and deep in my ass. As we drove over the Georgetown Josh said, “Trish has bugged me for years about doing a threesome,” Josh said with a tone of sadness to his voice. “I never understood it, still don’t, on why she could not be happy with just me. I was willing to do anything she wanted, kink, S&M, you name it. Well, I told her yesterday her wish is coming true. Tonight she will get her threesome as you are going to fuck her.” I turned to Josh with a ‘what the fuck’ look on my face. I’m a bottom, and while I can get hard and have fucked women in the past, it’s just not my thing now. “Trish will be in the bedroom, blindfolded. I told her you were a client from the firm, well educated, rich, New England blue blood, just her type,” Josh said. We arrived at Josh’s house, one of those big old money houses in Georgetown that used to be owned by someone famous, or a Senator, or something. The house was quiet, appeared they did not even have a dog, let alone kids. We stopped in the kitchen, downed a couple shots of liquor, and as I followed Josh up the stairs he began taking his tie off and unbuttoning his shirt. Josh opened the large double doors at the end of the hall and let me in. Trish was sitting on the bed in a black leather hood with just an opening for her mouth, waiting, her long, wavy brown hair falling just below her shoulders, her breasts were nice and firm with big nipples that looked like they had recently been twisted and worked on. Her hands were by her side and she was shaking slightly. Josh looked at her with disgust, turned, smiled at me and said, “You ready?” I nodded yes and nervously began to undress. The moment Josh began to touch Trish her whole body shook and when she raised her hands up to touch him he slapped them away and grabbed her nipples and twisted hard, making her jump and yell. Josh smiled, pushed her back onto the bed, spread her legs, and kneeled on the floor in front of her pussy and began to eat her out. I was not sure what to do and just stood there until Josh looked up, waved me to the bed, so I climbed onto the bed beside Trish and as I leaned over to lick her nipple, her left hand felt around and found my hard dick. Trish was moaning, gyrating her hips and when I bit lightly onto her left breast, she raised her chest up asking for more. I soon scooted up by Trish’s head and stuck my dick in her waiting mouth. I forgot how different a woman sucking dick was from a man. It was not bad and I stayed hard, but still. Josh was now standing up, one arm on the bed holding himself up as he fingered her pussy before he lowered himself into her bareback, the only lube was his spit and whatever juices her pussy let flow. Josh pulled out, told me to come to the end of the bed, pulled Trish back and had her get doggy style and I watched as he started ramming three fingers in her pussy, hard and rough, which she clearly liked. The more he finger fucked her, the angrier Josh looked and was soon clearly digging around in her pussy as she was squirming and her moans became more ouches of pain. Josh held up his three fingers in front of my face and I could see they were coated with some blood and pussy juice. He smiled and said, “Fuck her.” I stepped up behind Trish and as she felt my strange dick enter her pussy, she let out a big “OOOHHHHHH” and pushed back on me. I am not nearly as big as Josh, but Trish seemed to like it, so while Josh stood stroking his dick, I fucked his wife with my poz dick. I had no idea what Trish was thinking she was getting, but I doubt it was a bottom guy’s dick full of poz cum whose ass was dripping with her husband’s load. After a few minutes of watching me fuck Trish, Josh got behind me, fingered my hole with the bloody fingers he had had inside Trish, then he drove his dick into my ass. His thrust pushed me hard into Trish and she let out another big “OOOHHHHHH”. Josh’s cum that was already up my ass provided all the lube he needed and as he fucked me, I fucked Trish. “You like this?” Josh asked as he deep dicked my ass. I nodded my head, Josh fucked me harder and faster and the heat from Trish’s pussy was working its magic on my dick. I could feel my own load start to churn and while I usually don’t cum when I am being fucked as for me, it is all about the top’s pleasure, I was enjoying the intensity of the feeling of being so on the edge. Josh whispered in my ear so only I could hear, “Lean over a little, jab her pussy hard.” “I’m close man, not sure I should, I don’t want to cum, you know….” I replied. Josh chuckled, “Why do you think you are here? I want you to breed her, I want you to infect that cunt, now do it!” Josh picked up his pace, slamming my prostate as he pushed me to edge. My poz cum was boiling now and I could not hold back. Josh was deep in my ass and my dick needed to release and so I dug my fingers into Trish’s tender white flesh as I grabbed her and squeezed as hard as I could as I loudly said, “OH FUCK, I’M GOING TO SHOOT, SHIT, HERE I CUM!!!” Josh slammed me deeper and harder and as I started to breed his wife’s pussy, my ass spasmed and clenched tight and Josh had to pummel it hard to keep his dick inside me as he too let his cum flow. I felt like I could not stop cumming and my knees shook as my dick continued to push my infected load into Trish and her wet walls. When Josh was done he eased out of my ass and when my breath returned a little more to normal I pulled out of Trish, a trail of wet dripping from her pussy as I did. Josh looked at the poz cum dripping out of her, smiled at me, then he strode into the bathroom and came back with two white towels. We wiped our dicks off, the damage done showing clearly on the white towels, dropped them on the foot of the bed, got dressed, and as we left the bedroom Trish was still on the end of the bed doggy style, her pussy glistening from my cum. Josh drove me home, asked to come up for a drink, and he gave me another load of cum before he left two hours later as a thank you. I saw Josh a couple times the following week and he did not seem quite as angry, but he still fucked rough and used my ass to relieve all his tension. He said Trish had been asking him to fuck her every day, and she had even offered to give him head, but that he refused and told her the only way he would as if we did the threeway again. She immediately said yes and he asked me if I was up for it and if so, to not jack off all week as he wanted her as full of cum as I could. I said sure, and the next two Friday nights were a repeat of the first. Trish would be waiting for us on the bed with her hood on. Josh would get her prepped and I would load her up with my poz cum as Josh fucked me and bred me. On the fourth week when I saw Josh he was actually smiling and seemed to be in a great mood. This time, Josh had me lay on the bed and he took his time kissing me, playing with my ass, then he had me lay on my stomach as he fucked me. “You are so good to me, thank you,” Josh said, “I don’t know how to repay you.” I was focused on Josh going deep and was note sure what he meant until he said, “Trish got sick, very sick, and she tested HIV+. She was crying and babbling when she told me and got angry when I could only smile. She still didn’t understand so I had to explain it to her. I had to explain to her how of course she was, that’s what happens when you fuck around and cheat on your husband with pieces of shit like Robert. No one will want her now. No one will want to fuck her infected pussy so she can’t leave me now no matter what. What would her family say? She would be disowned, all that money would go away – poof! You should have seen her as it all sunk in. That was the last time I will fuck her too, the only pussy I want now is yours, so get your legs up, my balls are aching and I need someplace to unload.” The end -

Day 3: Captain Hook and the Baltimore Crew – I rolled over, dried cum flaking off my body like a small burst of snow flurries. Lionel was lying on his back, his breaths deep, heavy, and gentle, belying the rough fucker he was. While day two of my visit to the Breeders Market in SE DC had ended with several of Lionel’s crew gang fucking me, then Lionel falling asleep with his dick buried deep using Dr Mike’s ass salve as lube, I was ready for more. Whatever drugs Lionel had given me to put me out had made me feel plenty rested and horny as shit. I gently tugged the sheet further down Lionel’s body exposing his semi-hard dick that was nestled against his left thigh. I scooted down a little on the bed, gently lifted his dick off his thigh and moved it to my waiting mouth. Lionel moaned as I began to gently nurse his dick, but then growled a little, pushed me away, and turned onto his left side. I climbed off the bed, got on my knees on the floor by the side of the bed, and once again guided Lionel’s dick to my mouth. I was ready this time when he tried to push me away and bit down hard, making his eyes shoot open and he blurted, “What the FUCK! I gave him an evil smile and said, “I keep telling you I miss that dick.” Lionel growled a low growl, rolled onto his back, put his right arm over his eyes, then when I did not act he snarled, “Well? If you want that hole fucked, climb up on it.” I eagerly jumped back onto the bed, pushed the sheets out of the way, spit on Lionel’s dick, straddled him, and dropped down onto his monster black shaft, exhilarating in how he filled me up. I wiggled my ass a little to make sure he was in good and deep, leaned forward a bit and started riding him as I chewed on his nipples. Lionel’s moans of appreciation got louder, his dick swelled, and he grabbed my head and pushed my face into his chest saying, “Gnaw on them, that’s it, chew them up – FUCK BITCH – yeah!” Lionel was pumping his hips now and had pulled my face off his nipples so he could kiss me. I was suddenly hit with a wave of emotion and realized I was developing feelings for him – feelings that were more than just appreciation of his dick. DAMN! I loved Deacon, I was Deacon’s, but he must have known all along as he had told me this would happen and he was OK with it. I wondered how Lionel felt about me, but was too scared to say anything, so let that drop from my mind and just focused on him working my holes. We were rudely interrupted by one of his Lieutenants banging on the bedroom door. Lionel swore, pulled out of me, said, “Don’t fucking move,” and went to see what was going on. Lionel chatted with his men, came back in the bedroom, grabbed his pants and a shirt off the back of a chair and said, “Our guests from Baltimore are both fucking early. There’ a plate of good shit on the table for you, when you ready, meet me downstairs.” As Lionel left he waved one of his crew in to me with the implicit ‘go for it’ and within seconds I had another big dick up my ass, pumping me deep. This guy was young, and like almost all of Lionel’s men was straight, but he would fuck a wet hole if the chance was there. While he had a nice dick, he liked to call me baby girl, which after a while I found tiresome and was like yeah, whatever, just give me your load! He shot a huge load up my ass and I left it in as I splashed water on my face, tossed on a ball cap, hit the white lines on the plate on the table, and asked the man guarding our door to take me to Lionel. Lionel was in one of the smaller, private lounges, sitting in a leather chair across from a shorter, bald headed white guy with glasses. I took a seat to the side and listened as they discussed how best to get drugs off ships that come into the Port of Baltimore, how much the customs officers need for bribes, what his men would and would not do etc… I was bored, this was Lionel’s shit, and was fidgeting in my chair. Lionel excused himself, came over to me and said, “I need you to go next door. The leader of the Baltimore Westside Crew is here – fucker is HOURS EARLY – any ways, do you what you do and entertain him. When you done, send someone to find me. This one here ain’t goin to do shit with you. I’ve offered and discussed how it would help seal our deal, but he’s fucking plain as shit vanilla, no drugs, no liquor, and no boy pussy. Go on now, do your thing.” I gladly left the room and went down the hall to another private lounge. This one was bigger than the one Lionel was in and had a private bed/alcove at the back of the room similar to where the Philly Boys fucked me down. One of Lionel’s men was displaying an assortment of drugs for a thuggish looking guy who was leaning over the table and examining what was being offered, several large gold rings weighing his fingers down. “Fuck yeah, that’s what I’m talking about,” he said in a deep and gravely voice as he snorted a line of white and looked up and winked at me through glassy eyes. “Mother-fuckin-shit BURNS! – WHOO _ HEE!” He shook his head, nodded, and Lionel’s man lined up a full dinner plate of lines and I stepped over to join them. The Baltimore crew leader tilted his head, looked at me, looked at Lionel’s man and asked him, “Who’s this now? I came all the way fuck down here to see your boss and your shit. I don’t need nobody else sniffing around me here now, you feel me?” I stepped up and hit several lines as Lionel’s Lieutenant said, “Yo man, HE’s the boss, so show some fucking respect.” The thug from Baltimore stepped back, “No shit? Whoa man, no offense man, no offense,” as he shook his head fighting the rush of his high. I dismissed Lionel’s man, hit two more lines, and as I wiped the powder off my nose said, “None taken, so how about we hang and visit for a while. My man Lionel is busy right now, so it will be just you and I for a while and I think we can find something to entertain you.” He smiled as I stepped behind the bar, asked him what he liked to drink, and made him a rum and coke, extra strong, and turned on the big screen TV that automatically began playing a straight gang-bang flick. Nothing better to get a man in the mood. His eyes got wide at the life size fucking on the screen and he nodded in thanks as I set a full plate of drugs and his drink on the table and sat down. “So you really in charge man? It’s just…I…well this aint’ seem like the sort of shit you can handle no – no offense you know. Call me Hook, the one and true, the only, Blatino Captain Hook.” I laughed as he clumsily stood up and did a small bow as he said that, I shook his hand, his firm grip and twinkle in his eye made my ass twitch as this brotha seemed like he may be game. I sat in the chair closest to him, pulled the plate up, hit it hard, smiled and said, “So tell me Captain oh Captain, why do they call you Hook?” Hook smiled, the left side of his lip curling up making a little sneer as he casually stood up, took off his big brown belt and set it on the table, letting his pants drop to the floor. He then pulled down his baby blue boxer shorts letting a big, wicked thick dick pop out and bounce around. I looked at his dick, at his face, and smiled – oh yeah, Hook was right. His dick was fat, thick, and had a wicked curve, or hook, to the left and I was mesmerized. I leaned closer to inspect it, I touched it, looked it up and down and he did not stop me. I licked my finger, scooped up two lines on the plate, wiped it off on his dick, then opened my mouth and gave him a vanilla swirl, mixing my spit with the drugs, making sure some got in his piss slit, making him two step from the burn. His was one of the most perfect looking dicks I had ever seen. Perfect brown, with a pink ring and lighter head, perfect thickness and not a blemish on his skin. Perfect sized balls, perfectly trimmed hair, and his precum made perfect little tear drop shapes as it leaked out. “Will you OBEY!?” Hook asked. I looked up, not sure what he meant, as he pushed his chair back and stood looking down at me. “Will you OBEY!?” he asked again. I nodded. “Get these fucking clothes off me. Fold them right or else. I don’t give a fucking shit if you in charge, all I see is a dick hungry white hole who needs to obey me. I will fuck that ass up, I know you’re kind, teasing, playing, acting you like want a thug jumpin up in that ass then trying to back down. Not this time! Now get to work and undress me.” While I was turned the fuck on, I reminded him he was not the master in this house and casually stayed in my chair, cleaned a few more lines off the plate, and then knelt on the floor and began unlacing his $200 Nikes and slipping his clothes off his body. His arms, and torso was covered with scars of all shapes and sizes, and I started to gently kiss them when he pushed me away, so I just held his dick and guided it to my waiting mouth. It was really hard to suck him with that curve and I had to sort of scoot to his left side to actually suck it straight on. Very strange and hot at the same time as he was like a freak of nature. His dick was pungent and nasty tasting and I am a total pig, but it made even me pause. It looked so clean, yet something……Hook just looked down, smiled, and guided me back onto his dick enjoying that he was feeding me the aftertaste of whoever or whatever he had fucked last. “You ready for some hood dick? You dick hungry ain’t ya? Hungry for a big old black dick? Ready for a street fuck? Don’t expect no kissing and shit from me, all I want and need is a hungry hungry hole to milk me. So get the fuck up and bend over this table, clean that shit off first that’s it, now bend over and let me up in there. Taste this venom up in that ass.” As I laid my chest on the table and braced myself, Hook bent down and started licking my hole. He then sucked on his finger, rolled it around on the plate clearing out the last few lines and shoved his finger in my ass giving me an extreme booty bump. I was already flying and the bump sent me to the stars and I started babbling, “Fuck me Hook, make me obey you, I’ll do ANYTHING, ANYTHING, just fuck me please!!!” Hook laughed, “I know you will, I know.” Hook grabbed a hold of my t-shirt, wrapped his hands round and round like he was trying to reign in a horse, and once he had me held good and tight, he lined up his dick to my hole, and began to push into my ring. My hole was already lubed with cum, and the booty bump was making my ass wink open and shut in hunger and need and when next it winked open, Hook was there to invade it with rough, deep, long strokes. Hook stood almost sideways to my ass as he pushed the head of his big, long dick into my hole. I was so high, I did not even wince, and just begged for more. But once Hook was had about half his 10 inch dick inside me, he straightened up and stood normally, which made me gasp and my whole body spasm in pain and surprise. “Fuck yeah, that curve always gets them,” Hook laughed as he then began stretching my guts and forcing his way inside me in the most unnatural way. “Make that ass clap,” Hook said, “Just like my girl, she won $100 at a contest at the club, your ass is like hers, nice and meaty, now let daddy hear it, make it clap for daddy!” Hook dug left, Hook dug right, Hook scraped my ass and made it gape wide open as he turned me into a pussy for his dick as I moaned, squirmed, and spit ran from my mouth and pooled on the table as Hook fucked me stupid. Hook suddenly pulled out, ““Where you going, I ain’t done yet. OBEY! Bring that plate over here, I got a ways to go yet before I am satisfied. Come on now, get off me, where’s that plate? That hole is getting tight again, can’t be having that, now open up and take this booty bump, I need me a slut to fuck.” My ass burned as he coated my insides with white powder, the high rushed through me like a bullet train and I was bouncing my ass, begging for more, and Hook guided his crooked dick back up my sore ass. FUCK THAT HURT! It was like being double fucked, but worse because of the angle, but Hook had me bent over the table and I could not run, could only take it how he gave it and my mind raced to find a way to deal. Hook tore my hole open, showing me that the Baltimore boys could hold their own with Philly and all the rest. I could tell he was getting close as he started moaning louder and louder and I began to push back on his dick, and begged him to fuck me deeper and harder. Hook began to pull all the way and angle his dick even more so I got scraped good and hard as he sank back up my wet, open hole. “You want this nutt up there? Huh? Or you want me to pull out and glaze your face?” Hook asked. I told him I wanted it all in my ass and he soon began to glaze my guts with a hot load. He stayed hard and continued to work his load around in my ass as I started to come down again. This time he did not let me snort any more lines as he took about 20 minutes to shoot load number two in me and the last few minutes were more than I thought I could take as I felt like I was more sober than I had been in days. The cum puddled on the floor, my knees shook as Hook pulled out of my ass, “That’s what I’m talking about,” Hook sighed, “An ass that can take some dick like daddy want it, ain’t that right? You good? I know you good, you ready for some more? I got a few more loads in me, but for now let’s chill a bit and converse.” I didn’t bother to wipe my ass as I went to the bar, made us fresh drinks and refilled the plate with lines of snow, went back and joined Hook at the table as he casually wiped a trail of cum and ass juice off the table top. We chatted for a little while and my ass felt too empty, so I stood up, bent over, presented him my hole and said, “Let me see how hard you can fuck man. If I am pleased, maybe then I’ll decide we can do business with you.” Hook laughed, coated my hole, and this time we found the alcove bed and he slam fucked me in every position he could think of as he wanted – no needed – our drug trade. I was fucked up, and being fucked, when I noticed Lionel leaning against the wall, chewing on his upper lip and stroking his hard dick through his pants as he watched us. Hook noticed too, stopped pumping my hole, when Lionel said, “Yo, don’t stop on my account, finish what you’all got going on. Go on now.” Hook started pumping again and soon gave me another load up my sore and throbbing ass. When he pulled out I cried out a little bit, fuck that hurt, and my ass throbbed as he walked back to the table, pointed to his clothes and said, “Obey me, get your ass over here and get me dressed.” I did as he said and Lionel could not resist trying to stick his fingers up my sloppy hole anytime it came near him. My ass was leaking and I needed more dick bad, but now Lionel and Hook were sitting and discussing business and ignoring me, so being frustrated I wiped the plate clean of drugs and left; found the first man of Lionel’s crew I could, took him into a bathroom and let him fuck my ass raw and deep. His dick was bumpy and totally infected, and I wanted it so bad and he loved giving it to me. When we were done and I had another load in my ass, I left and went over to the STOCKYARD, the public area of the Breeders Market that was the pump and dump section. It was a Wednesday, typically the slowest day of the week, but the STOCKYARD was open and offering $10 fucks as a way to generate more business for the weekend and train some of the new Mares. I found my head Stable Master, had him move the Mare from the one of the stalls up front, he found me a hood as I did not want to be recognized, chained me into the stall, and I waited for my first client as I was still horny as hell, my ass was full of cum, and I needed dick. Besides, what better way to understand the business than to work every step of the process. The STOCKYARD was louder than I expected, as I heard a Stable Master talk about a Mare whose hole would not close, another who constantly whimpered and whined and then Mares to my left who were chatty and verbal as I guessed their tops liked it. I was edgy and horny but soon had a nice dick in my ass and I focused on how great it felt having my hole worked. Several loads later I was yanked back to reality when Lionel found me, yanked the hood of my head and started yelling, “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? I THOUGHT SOMETHING HAD HAPPENED TO YOU! This is MY HOUSE, you know fucking better. I was worried Uncle Jack had found your ass. God damn fuck!!!” The Stable Master unhooked me from the stall, I stood up, walked over to Lionel who was almost shaking with anger, leaned against his body and said, “Please kiss me.” Lionel paused, let out a big sigh, snapped his collar around my neck and led me back to his suite of rooms. The rest of day 3 at the Breeders Market was spent making love with Lionel. All appointments were cancelled, all business postponed, all calls sent to voicemail, and all knocks at the door ignored. My only job was to please Lionel – my Soulja Lover. Stay tuned for Day 4: Richmond Leather Daddies

My ass is still leaking cum from last night. Saw a buddy I had not caught up with for a while, nice 10+ and thick and he was hornier than normal and loved it when I pushed back to meet his thrusts and then when he shot worked my ass to milk his load. Got two loads out of him in a row, he stood up and started to walk to the bathroom to clean off, but I could see his dick was still super hard and glistening with cum and ass juice so I asked if he wanted more. He did not say a word, just walked back over to the bed, pushed me face down and rammed it inside me again and gave me load number 3. He left and I wanted more, so called this straight guy who fucks and likes to use me with his buddies and asked if he wanted some wet hole and to bring a friend. He called back 5 minutes later, said his ex-con buddy was with him and they would be here soon. I put his favorite porn flick in, they walked in, got undressed, sat in the chairs to smoke and he ordered me on my knees in front of his chair to suck on his dick. I got him nice and hard, about 9 inches and thick - got on my hands and knees on the ottoman in front of the TV and he drove his dick in and started fucking. He told his ex-con friend to fuck my throat, so I opened my mouth and started working his big dick (a good 11 inches and heavy). Got the first load in my ass, he pulled out and the ex-con then shoved his dick in my cum filled ass as hard as he could making me jump, but I relaxed and let him fuck like he wanted. They kept taking turns on my ass and got two loads out of each dick before the ex-con was done and ready to go. My straight friend wanted more but had to leave with his friend so he said he would call me today and line up someone else to come with him. Can't wait for this afternoon to see what he brings.

Chapter 9: My Bill to MS13 Comes Due – The Finale - “OH LITTLE PAPI, YOUR HOLE IS SO WET!!!” Santos said as he slid his dick into my hungry hole to feed me. Santos took his time and enjoyed adding his toxic cum to all the other loads. When we got home I really had to go let some of it out, but Santos asked me to hold it in, as he loved going to sleep with his dick inside me and knowing I had all of those men inside me too just made his dick stay hard. I woke up early the next morning, a bit worse for the wear, and started to get everything prepared. Miguel and Los Chicos both had their tasks, and around noon I had a couple of the enforcers escort me back to the room where we would meet the guards when needed. The guard who was there when Humberto came was waiting, along with three large boxes. I paid him as agreed, he asked for a bonus, so I told him I would meet him there in three days if he wanted to fuck again. As much as the pig inside of me wanted more cum, my mind was too busy focusing on the evening’s gathering. Back in our section of the prison I had had a couple large tables set up on the second floor for our enforcers and Miguel and Los Chicos were busy setting out dinner plates and glasses. Real ones, not the broken plastic stuff everyone usually ate off. Upstairs I set our table up the same way and as the afternoon wore on more deliveries and helpers arrived and by dusk, everything was ready. I found Santos standing at the top of the stairs, looking around in confusion. “What the fuck is all this?” he asked as I went over to him. “I knew the gang leaders were coming to dinner, but this?” he noted as he pointed at the dishes, and other new additions to our dining room. I shrugged, gave him a grin, and said, “Well, I figured we have a lot to be thankful for and I especially want to show them my appreciation. Anyways, no time to chat, there is a clean shirt for you on the bed, time to get changed as our guests will be here soon.” While Santos went to change, I went downstairs, found Santos’ top Lieutenant, and made sure he knew what to do and had everything they would need. He thanked me again and I rushed back upstairs, told Miguel and Los Chicos it was time to go down with the others, but to first wait at the stairs for our guest as I ran to join Santos and change. Santos was just putting on his new, white shirt. I whistled at him, he smiled, pulled me close to him, and gave me a long, passionate kiss. I pulled away and asked him to please go out and greet our guests. Just as I came back, Sancho, the leader of Control Machete was arriving and as he greeted Santos, he handed him a large bottle of his favorite tequila. “Very nice,” Sancho said as he looked around, “I’m glad I dressed for the part. I must admit I did not expect something so nice. Knowing Los Chicos were helping I thought I would be lucky to get some fried plantains!” His laughter helped Santos relax and we were soon joined by David, the head of Calle 18, and Sagastume Fajardo of MS-13. When the leader of MS-13 arrived he pulled me to the side and said, “Well done. Does he know? No? Good.” Everyone soon had a drink and were making small talk, a scene like one would find in any happy home, ours just happened to be a dangerous prison. Soon dinner was ready, everyone took their seats, and a couple of the men from the Mercado that I had hired to cook a special meal for us and the men downstairs began to bring out the food – a special roasted pork leg, tamales, rice, beans, and some fresh seafood. The skin of the pork was left on during the roasting, making a local delicacy called “chicharron”, and the three gang leaders seemed like little children as they argued who would get the biggest piece. Dinner went on without a hitch and for desert I handed out some cigars for the men to enjoy. “Thank you all for coming this evening,” I said. “I know this is a bit unusual, but I wanted you to know how much I appreciate everything you have done for me and I look forward to a profitable relationship. Oh, and there is one more thing. I understand today is Santos’ birthday and wanted to make sure he had a special day!” As Santos looked at me, he actually blushed, he then glared at the leader of MS-13 who shrugged, and the others laughed and wished him well. Right then the guys in the kitchen brought out a birthday cake and all of the men laughed and whooped and Santos blushed even more. About two weeks after Santos’ birthday dinner, the leader of MS-13 stopped by. He sent Los Chicos downstairs and stationed two of his men at the top of the stairs to keep anyone out as he pushed me into the back bedroom where he began to get undressed. “You have kept me waiting too long mi AIDs mujer. Your fucking gringo pussy has been missing my gangbanger dick hasn’t it? That culo needs to used right. I love mi hermano, but Santos is, say, umm, he is reluctant to give you the fuck I know you need, that merciless fuck that only MS-13 can give. If Santos were not my brother, I would have you with me. I would use you every day so that my dick here got the attention it deserves. As that can’t be, Santos has agreed to let me spend some time with you, to work out my frustrations, to be your marido for the day when I need. To let you please me, serve me, bleed for me. What do you think about that you fucking gringo fresa?” The tone of the gang leader’s voice had changed from one of half-hearted teasing, to a demand, as had his touch. Where a moment ago he was gently holding his arm around me, he now pushed me roughly down onto the bed, pulled my pants down and tried to force himself up my dry hole. He was too big, my ass too dry, so he flipped me over, straddled me and said, “SPIT ON IT! AGAIN! MAKE IT WET, BECAUSE THAT IS ALL THE LUBE YOU’RE GETTING! That’s it, wet it up.” The MS-13 gang leader then mounted me rough and hard, my screams buried in the pillow he pulled tight against my face as he fucked with every force of his being. Once spent inside me, he laid on the bed, holding me tight against his sweat drenched body, his red covered dick leaving little war paint marks across our bodies before he began to kiss me like a dying man on his last breath. His stuble scratched, my lips felt smashed as he filled my mouth with his tongue and spit, his hardening dick letting me know he was ready for more and this time any noise I would have made was lost in his eager mouth over mine. Satisfied again, the leader of MS-13 lay on his back, his chest still heaving as he fought to catch his breath from the work out. I was a bit dizzy myself from the fuck, but felt an intense satisfaction in a way I had not before. It was unsettling, and so I got up, and stepped out to the other room to get his cigarettes and some liquor. He sat on the edge of the bed, lit a cigarette, and took a long drag. Fuck he was sexy! I handed him a drink then reached down and hefted his semi-hard dick. He put the cigarette between his teeth, turned my face to his and said, “See how I marked you? Dime lo que quieres. Tell me what you want.” This was not an order, more of a plea, and I shared with him my deepest, darkest, desires. It had been several weeks since the leader of MS-13 started spending part or most of a day with me once a week. Our sessions became more extreme I guess as he was true to his word and gave me total, no holds barred fuck downs as we explored all aspects of our sexual interests and desires. Santos always seemed eager for me to tell him about these sessions as he fucked me that night, working his gang brother’s cum and piss deeper into my ass walls. I had also started to develop a craving for both their piss and Santos happily fed me. For me it was just one more way I could please him, take him, make him part of me. I had just seen my M-13 AIDs husband the day before, when one of his men found me and told me he wanted to see me that night and that I should be ready at 9:00 and he would come back and escort me. We never did our sessions at night as that was my time with Santos, but he had been sent the same message it appeared as he came to me and said, “Don’t worry. I have some other business to take care of this evening anyways. I’ll see you when you get home.” I got cleaned up, and while I waited opened one of the good bottles of Guaro that I now kept in stock and hit it hard. At 9:05, four members of the MS-13 gang arrived and escorted me to meet their leader. We went through several sections, all of which were locked and the guy in front used a key to let us from one to the other, and finally we descended a crumbling set of stairs into a dark and stifling hot set of rooms that were lit only by a bare bulb hanging from a frayed wire at the bottom of the stairs. The leader of MS-13 was waiting at the bottom of the stairs, coated in sweat, his musk filling my nostrils as I wanted to bend over right there for him. “Tonight your payment is due,” the leader of MS-13 said in a low and sinister voice. I knew this day would come, but guess I did not expect it so soon. “While you have been given certain considerations because of our gang brother, it is now time to decide whether or not you wish to be our brother in your own right. Normally, the ritual for such acceptance is to be jumped in. The brothers would beat you, but at the request of my fellow leaders, we have agreed on another option. Instead, you will be sexed in like a woman, by 13 gangbangers. Don’t misunderstand. The commitment is the same to us and you will not be thought of any less. This is an honor, one being presented to you alone. What is also different is this will not be just MS-13. There are members here from Calle 18 and Control Machete. You would become a brother to all.” The only sounds in the room were the shuffling of some feet and the loud beating of my heart, the only light being cast from the cigarettes being smoked and the lonely bulb. “What do you say?” the leader of MS-13 asked. I had decided this already and was sure. My life now, and in the future was with Santos. “I agree,” I said as he slapped me on the shoulder, nodded, and before he proceeded up the stairs he paused and whispered into my ear, “Everyone of them has AIDs – a special gift from me to you.” Someone turned on a radio, the gangbanger who had come to pick me up grabbed the back of my neck, looked at me and said, “Time to get the party started mi hermano – well you’re not a brother yet, you’re still a fresa, a little gringo fag, but when we are done, you will be our hermano.” My private sessions with the leader of MS-13, and my Friday night fuck fests with the AIDs bunch, had prepared me well, and the gangbangers were gentleman rapists. I was afraid of being punched or hurt like that, but beyond a little slapping and choking, all it was was rough, hardcore, bareback fucking. No lube, no spit, no foreplay, just raw slam fucking by gangbangers who were all very well hung. I think that was how they were chosen in part as there was not a little dick among them. While 13 gangbangers were supposed to fuck me for my initiation, I did not understand until I saw the same partially toothless smile hovering over me as he unloaded in my ass that they were each going to shoot multiple loads. The fucking went on for literally hours and I was bruised and scraped up from being pushed and fucked against the wall, the floors, and was covered in cum, sweat, and piss. My ass was throbbing and sore and I could honestly say I did not want any more dick. I was face down on the floor having just taken another load of cum, followed by a stream of steaming piss on my face and into my open mouth. The gangbanger stopped, and I waited for the next fuck. No one got on me, so I rolled over and wiped the piss off my eyes, wondering if I was done. I then noticed the shadow of a man standing against the far wall, the glow of a lit cigarette in his hand. I waited and as he put the cigarette up to his lips and inhaled I gasped in surprise and shock. IT WAS SANTOS! I didn’t move, suddenly afraid as Santos put out the cigarette and walked over to me. I looked at up Santos, his body cast in shadows from the lone light bulb and noticed his dick was raging hard. He kneeled beside me, rubbed my head, and said with such emotion in his voice, “Oh mi mujer! What you have done! What you have sacrificed! What you have committed too! Oh mi mujer, your night is not over yet, I AM NUMBER 13!!!” Santos rolled me back onto my stomach, he pulled his pants down, and completed my gangbanger initiation. That night Santos let loose and was wilder than he had ever been. He told me over and over how much he loved me, needed me, and we would be together forever now, then he would give me another load of cum, one of several before he was spent and we made our way back up the crumbling stairs, his arm around me, and the MS-13 enforcers escorted us home. As soon as we entered our section of the prison, Santos’ men surrounded us, congratulating me, and him, and a few even made grabs at my abused ass. While his men and ‘gang’ of enforcers were all supposed to be free of any gang allegiance, it was the world they all came from and it still pulled at them. I was aware of how I must smell or look, but they did not seem to mind and for the first time I felt accepted in a way I had not before. By the next morning word had spread as Miguel and Los Chicos could talk about nothing else at breakfast. The details of my initiation were a sworn secret, but as I did not look beat up, they knew something else had happened. I also received visits and congratulations that morning from the leaders of the three gangs and soon everything was back to normal. The only physical reminder of that night is the tattoo that I was given by order of the three gang leaders to represent my brotherhood to all three. Just above my belly button I now have a black and white prison tat with two machetes crossing forming a splayed X. On the right machete blade is the stylized text ‘X3’ for MS-13, and on the left the text ‘X8’, for Calle 18. The tattoo hurt fucking worse than anything and I must have drank two bottles of tequila while getting it. Life has settled into a comfortable, yet never boring routine. The following months after my initiation brought new challenges getting the stores up and running how I wanted, but I have figured out how everything works now, who is an honest trader, who is not, how to keep the guards on our side (letting them fuck me on a regular basis helps) and more, and am making a nice profit. Los Chicos are doing well, both speaking English pretty fluently now, and while Armando had a couple bad spells where he got really sick, now that I have money coming in I have bought him some medicines that helped. Miguel is well and is growing into a solid man and leader, but all he can talk about is when we move to our house in the country and can buy a cow. Santos had to find some new enforcers when two of his old ones were caught stealing drugs, and other typical prison stuff, including a small riot started by a group of new MS-13 members and once again Santos saved a lot of lives. Every Friday is still our ‘fuck night’ as Santos takes me to our playroom and watches me get fucked by whatever AIDs fuckers or nasty dicked top he has lined up. I still see the leader of MS-13 at least once a week and sex with him continues to be wild, hot, and nasty! David and I have played a few more times but I have still not played with Sancho, although he did come to watch Los Chicos and me again. Well cousin, that is my life in San Pedro Sula Prison. We survive day by day and minute by minute but we hope that in 5-years, if not sooner, Santos will be set free and then he and I will move to the coast where we will open a little store for me, bar for him, and of course will buy a cow for Miguel.

Part 4-Day 2: Breeders Market – The Stealth Fuck Dwayne and Malcolm’s cum was still oozing out of my ass when we finally made it back up to Lionel’s apartment. Lionel was in heat for sure, so after I milked a big nutt out of him, it was time for some food, a disco nap, and then D&R (douche and redecorate). Lionel wanted my hole left open and used, so none of Dr Mike’s special salve to tighten me back up, but he did give me a special drug cocktail to put me out and into a deep sleep for about 5 hours until it was time to get up for that night’s Breeder’s Market. Far too soon it seemed I began to wake up. Fuzzy, but the feel of a hard dick rubbing against my ass was clear and then a finger worked into my hole, followed by the hot burning of a large booty bump. At first I thought it was Lionel, but the body was not his, so I lay still, pretending I was still sleeping. The man on the bed with me parted my cheeks and lapped at the crystal slush now coating my hole. I could not help but to moan and started pushing my ass back to meet his tongue. When I was nice an slicked up, he positioned his dick against my hole and as he slid in, he let his weight fall onto my back. I could tell by the super thickness of his dick that it was D, the guy who managed our warehouse operations –the veins that ran along his shaft were really engorged, making hard ridges that created extra feeling. “Lionel said I could come wake you up with a nice creamy surprise, hmmm hmmm, ass is nice and open for me. Feel me digging around in there?” D said as he dug into my ass. “Get nasty with me now, come on, worship that dick with that ass, that’s it, ride it baby, ride it baby, show me you nasty!” D’s wake up call of crystal and a hot load got me and I was soon dressed and collared as Lionel led me out for the night’s festivities. We first went by the Stockyard and I could not tell if the strong odor of cum was from all the breeding here, or D’s load dripping out of my ass. Lionel had chemmed me up big time before we left, so I was ready for anything as we stood and watched the flurry of activity as the Stable Masters prepared the Mares for the evening Market and hours of raw breeding and fucking. I was anxious to get fucked, but Lionel had business to take care of, so we ended up in the drug bar with several of his lieutenants and to keep me occupied he set me in the corner with a black plate full of white lines. I snorted some up, and a few minutes after we arrived watched as Lionel stood and greeted a tall white man who had been escorted in. They shook hands, and I wondered who he was as he looked out of place in his suit and tie. He had a square cut jaw, blond hair, clean shaven, athletic build, as tall as Lionel but not as built. As they walked across the room to the bar the blond man moved with grace and efficiency. The Market would not be open for another hour, so he must be here for some other purpose. I continued to watch them as another of Lionel’s lieutenants came in, whispered in Lionel’s ear, he then excused himself and left the room saying he would be just a few moments and was followed out by all of his men. The blond man casually looked around, took a tip of his drink, then glanced over to me, nodded, and adjusted his standing position so I could see the swelling of a nice large dick tenting his pants. I licked my lips, got up and went over. “I’m Nick,” he said as he shook my hand, and glanced at my collar and leash with a slight smirk. I started to introduce myself and he shook his head, “Oh there is no need. I know who you are and wanted to thank you for your hospitality this evening. I am quite impressed with the operations here and look forward to sampling the many delights offered.” He was not the type I was usually attracted to at all. A little too clean cut and the term ‘sweater queen’ came to mind. But, my ass was twitching at the sight of the growing bulge in his pants, so I asked, “The Market does not start for a while yet, what brings you here early? What are you meeting with Lionel about?” The blond set his glass on the bar and replied, “I am considering an investment one could say.” Well that was vague. He then took a step sideways, his body now pressing against mine, he leaned close to me and said, “Let me have a kiss. I promise to stop if you ask me to.” I nodded, our lips met and the kiss was not all that bad. What was even better was the heat from his now hard dick as it pressed against me, throbbing, in need of release. “Come,” he said as he grabbed my hand. “Let’s just find someplace a little more private for our next kiss.” I didn’t say anything and just followed him to a door at the back, down a short hallway, a couple more turns and then into a fairly dark stairwell. He clearly knew his way around and could see the question on my face. “I paid close attention when I was given the tour. I always like to know where one can find a quiet moment if the opportunity should present itself. I understand these stairs are only used by the cleaning crew early in the morning, so we won’t be disturbed.” The door to the stairwell closed, the blond man pressed his body against mine, pulled me tight to him, and kissed me again. His tongue worked its way around my mouth as my hand worked to open the front of his pants while he moaned in appreciation. As soon as his dick was free I knelt down and began to lick his balls, then his shaft before sucking it. His dick was nice and long, maybe 9-9.5 inches, nice thickness, his hair around the base was trimmed and neat, his balls shaved. I stood up, dropped my pants, bent over, placed my hands on the steps and waited. “I have a small packet of lube if you want any,” the blond man said. I shook my head, “No, ass is ready to go, just fuck me,” I replied, D’s thick load would provide all the lube I needed. He squirted the lube on his dick then pressed it against my hole and slid in nice and easy. Not a word was said as he fucked me and while I am usually verbal, just did not feel right to say anything, so I just enjoyed the dick and knowing my ass was going to be loaded with more cum. It did not take him long and when he was ready to shoot he stood perfectly still and said, “Don’t move,” and then a few seconds later I could feel his dick spasm in my ass as he shot. When he was done he slid out, I licked him clean, and he said, “Thank you. If you are ever interested in meeting sometime in a more, let’s say comfortable environment, give me call at this number. I also have a couple of friends who are EXTEMELY well endowed and believe you would enjoy our efforts to please you. Until next time.” The blond guy zipped up and walked out, leaving me alone in the stairwell. I reached down, fingered my ass and then licked my finger clean, tasting his sweet cum and the tang of D’s load. I got dressed, went back to the bar and found Lionel looking none too happy. “Where the fuck did you go?” he asked, then as he got close to me he said, “You got fucked didn’t you, damn boy I can always tell when your ass has been busy.” I gave him my best puppy dog innocent eyes, but he wasn’t buying it so I admitted it all and said, “Just handling a little customer relations, that’s all.” Lionel shook his head, turned me around, made sure his blinged out collar was tight, yanked the chain a few times and said, “Remember who the MASTER is in this house. I best keep this leash in sight tonight before you go get yourself into trouble. Say, “YES MASTER!” I was thinking of some trouble, fingering the business card the blond man had given me, wondering what he meant when he said his friends were extremely well endowed. The yank of the chain brought me back to attention, I gave Lionel an icy look and said, “Yes Master.” Lionel laughed hard and loud and snickered, “That’s right BOY – BITCH BOY. Time to get you good and fucked up, almost time for the evening to begin.” While Lionel set out a plate with some fresh white lines that he said was some new shit superior to the other stuff, the blond man had just pulled away in his Mercedes and dialed a number to a large, secluded house located just across the state line in Maryland. After 5 rings the call was answered and he could hear the sounds of someone crying and whimpering in the background as an angry voice told them to shut the fuck up. He was always surprised how the accent was more pronounced when his boss was angry. “So tell me, did you see him?” his boss asked. “Yes, I did, and just as you predicted he was easily led off and eager to bend over. I also believe he will call as he seemed most interested when I mentioned what was being offered,” the blond man responded. “Good. Now get your ass over here. This pathetic boy was broken before I barely got started. So until I get HIM back, I will just have to continue to take my frustrations out on you.” The blond man shivered a bit at that. While he had never felt so complete submitting to someone before, there was something about the one called Uncle Jack that disturbed him. As he considered the evening that lay ahead he was too distracted to notice the car that had been following him - the car that Lionel had ordered to tail him. Lionel knew something was off about the blond man from the moment he saw him, he did not know exactly what, so his men were ordered to find out. Little did they know he was now their best shot of finding their enemy number one – Uncle Jack. Stay tuned for Day 3: Captain Hook and the Baltimore Crew

Chapter 8: Miguel’s Breeding and My AIDs Fuck-fest - I went to sleep with Santos fucking me raw and breeding me with his load, he asked me to tell him how much I wanted his AIDs, and how I wanted to be fucked by the most infected men around. Men who were ill looking, had lesions or infections and told me they had AIDs, made me such a pig and I wanted all of their dick, cum, spit, and more!!! My secret was I knew I would soon get more AIDs dick then I ever thought possible. My bill to MS-13 was coming due soon. The next few days were busy as I finished lining things up and by the end of the week was ready. Friday morning started as usual with breakfast with Santos, Miguel, and Los Chicos. Miguel and Los Chicos had settled into an uneasy co-existence, well really Miguel was uneasy. Nothing seemed to faze Erazo and Armando and they seemed to enjoy teasing Miguel and pushing his buttons as he could not hide his annoyance very well. That morning’s issue appeared to be them asking why he did not like to fuck with them when they fucked me, they had enough for him too, and so on. Santos and I had decided in advance to change things up that day, and it was a good thing we did. As breakfast wound down Santos said to Los Chicos, “Today, you will come with me. I need you to help me and we have some things to prepare for this afternoon’s meeting. Miguel, you stay here.” Miguel looked a little crestfallen, but as soon as Santos and Los Chicos left, I turned to Miguel, “I asked Santos to take them today,” I said to him, “I wanted to spend the day with you. I have not seen you enough these past few days and know things have been a little crazy. Come, Santos shot a big load in me just before breakfast, you want to work it in for me?” Miguel happily followed me to my bedroom and began to eat my ass out. He was a little cum hound who liked nothing better than to lap loads out of my ass, well I guess he liked fucking even more. Once had had my hole nice and relaxed and slicked up, Miguel had me get doggy style with my chest down, ass up, he then stepped up onto the bed and filled my ass with his nice uncut dick. The boy’s dick felt so good and I just closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of his deep breeding. “Don’t go yet little brother,” I told Miguel once he had finished and pulled out. Santos and I had decided that if Miguel was going to be a true part of the family, he should be bred by us and joined to us with our infections. The thought of Santos fucking him did not bother me surprisingly, but Santos said I should be the first as Miguel was closer to me. I did not even know if Miguel had ever been fucked, but time to find out. I had Miguel kneel on the edge of the bed as I got behind him and gently licked at his ass. He flinched a little at first like he was not used to the sensation, then relaxed, and soon I had my tongue buried in his funky hole. Ass was not my thing at all, but for some reason with Miguel I was so turned on. I stood up, rubbed my hands up and down Miguel’s back, rubbed his ass, gently rubbed a finger around his hole while I licked on his balls, which made him squirm, moan, and his little brown ass quiver. I licked his ass a little more, stood back up, and placed the head of my dick between his cheeks at his waiting hole. Miguel was almost shaking now, from fear or excitement I don’t know. I began to gently push my dick into Miguel’s ass and he immediately pulled away. I pulled him back, rubbed his back and ass with my hands, “It’s OK mi hermano, we don’t have to do this. But I would like to fuck you and you know how good it feels for me when you fuck me, I want to share that with you too. Do you want me to stop? Do you want to have something to drink, I can get the Guaro for you?” Miguel’s voice was soft and tentative when he said, “No… I mean yes…I…please fuck me.” That’s all I needed, so I firmly grabbed Miguel by his hips and lined my dick back up with his hole. I leaned forward so I could wrap my left arm around his chest and with my right hand reached underneath him and stroked his dick. Miguel was hard and his dick was drooling, so after a few strokes I began to push my dick through his outer ring. Miguel’s back arched, his whole body tensed, “Shhhh my hermano, it’s ok, it’s ok, I’ll go slow. Just relax, breathe, that’s it relax, feel me push in just a little more. That’s good, push your hole open for me like you have to shit, come on now, so fucking tight! Tell me what you want mi hermano, tell me what you need!” Miguel’s voice was sure now as he begged, “OH PLEASE FUCK ME, I WANT YOU, FUCK ME PLEASE, PLEASE…” I continued my slow and steady push and was soon buried in Miguel’s ass. His hole was hot, pulsing, trying to milk me as I continued to hold him and began to move my hips back and forth, working my dick in and out of his virgin hole. “You want my cum little brother? Want me to fuck you? God damn you got a nice hole, I’m going to give you my cum, make you a true part of our family now, you want my AIDs in you, tell me Miguel, you want to be with me and Santos forever? Huh…..of shit…….grrrr…..fuck boy……yeah…..ahhhh yeah….AAAAAAHHHHHH YEEEAAHHH!!!!” I blew my charged load up Miguel’s ass, shot after shot and my orgasm went on and on. Finally I was done breeding him, and slowly eased my softening dick out of his ass. Miguel immediately turned around and started to suck it clean, making me jump and squirm as I was so sensitive. I had to push him off and said, “You got to give me a minute, fuck – just a minute.” Miguel anxiously licked his lips and I then let him finish sucking me dry and cleaning me. I sat beside him on the bed, Miguel was smiling wide and he was all fidgety, his dick was ready to go and was streaming pre-cum. “Miguel, this – what we did – is just between us – you, me, and Santos. I won’t do this with Los Chicos, only you, understand? They are not family. We don’t ever have to do this again, only if you want to. If you do, and then if someday you are ready, Santos will fuck you too and I don’t mind. OK?” Miguel just nodded, licked his lips again, then pushed me back onto the bed and mounted me again as it appeared the fuck I gave him recharged his batteries and he gave me load number two. The rest of the day was spent preparing for the afternoon’s meeting. I was scheduled to go before El Capo – The Boss – and the leaders of the three gangs in the prison to make my offer for the empty store space in the Mercado, along with anyone else who planned to make a bid. I was not nervous at all and although I knew nothing was a sure thing, I felt confidant that things would work out. At 3:00 p.m. Santos arrived with several of his enforcers, all of whom were armed, and Miguel and I joined them as we were led to a section of the prison I had never been to before. Each gang controlled their own area, and when I did not see any prisoners along the way Santos said that he had sent a group of his enforcers ahead to clear the way. The room we were going to was a sort of buffer zone/no man’s land that the gangs now used for meetings of the leaders and other things. Santos and his enforcers made sure no one else was armed and that the peace was kept. The rooms we entered seemed to be in an old part of the prison, with large, heavy wood doors, large windows partially covered by leafy trees. Santos had Miguel and I sit and he and two of his men entered the room next door and closed the door behind them. A few minutes later Santos came out and told me I could go in. When I entered I was surprised to see only three men sitting there; David, the leader of Calle 18; Sagastume Fajardo, the palabreros (or leader) of MS-13 in all of San Pedro Sula; and Sancho, the uncle of the leaders of Control Machete and grandfather of Erazo, one of our Los Chicos. I was surprised to see him and he was the first to speak with a wave of his hand, “Yes, I expect you have not heard. After hearing from my friends here, I decided my nephews were not quite ready to run things so they have decided to take a nice vacation back in the country.” How do you take a vacation from prison? I did not ask and also wondered why Santos or Los Chicos had not mentioned this. David then spoke and said, “You are here to make an offer to become a merchant in the Mercado correct? As the decision is ours, El Capo will do as we say, so we saw no need to involve him or others. Please, let us hear your offer.” I explained to the three gang leaders my plan which was simply I would take over the three ownerless shops as having one person own and run all three would create greater stability – and profit – for everyone. I planned to represent each gang in my stores, so Los Chicos would run and manage the one store for the small shampoos and liquors and other items I had already secured a supply chain for. Another would be used for the sale and repair of small electronics like cell radios, watches, and such that I had identified a gang member from Calle 18 to run and manage who had the skills, but not the funding or place to work. Finally, the third store I would hire someone from MS-13 and enforcers from Santos crew to staff and manage a little bank of sorts. A place to exchange cash from the outside for tradable goods on the inside like cigarettes at a rate agreed on by all of the gangs. I was not looking to get into loans or other things they already were handling, just to provide a way for those with little money to get something they could truly use in the prison. I was prepared to give $2,000 cash now for the lease to the stores, I would invest another $1,000 in start up costs, goods, materials, bribes to the guards etc…. and of course I would pay the standard fees back to El Capo and the gangs. The three gang leaders spoke quietly for a moment then the leader of MS-13 said, “You understand this is a most unusual request, but you are a most unusual ‘prisoner’ here.” They all laughed as he continued, “We have all agreed that things had to change as you saw, and there had to be a better way to live and run things here. The Mercado continues to be a challenge at times, but we each appreciate your willingness to make sure each gang is involved and we will support you in this. But, understand it is still not safe for you in many areas of the prison. You cannot go to the Mercado, the risk is too high and I know you would not to ask others from Santos’s crew to risk themselves to try to protect you.” “I understand,” I said, “And agree and Miguel will be one connection to the shops, in addition I will purchase cell phones for us, and I will meet with the staff from each store in our area of the prison each morning so I can manage from there. I am confidant this will work and thank you and tomorrow night I would like to invite all of you to our area for dinner, I have a special surprise for everyone and hope you can make it.” When I went back to the outer room, Santos was casually sitting in a chair in his usual pose, one hand resting on his thigh, the other holding a cigarette. Miguel was anxiously pacing and came rushing over, “So, what did they say? Do we get them? When do we start? How much did you have to pay?” Santos had put his cigarette out, came over, put his arm around me, “Take it easy on Little Papi, let him speak.” I told them everything was settled and we can open the stores as soon as we line up our stock, staff, repaint and make some other repairs and upgrades, so soon. I also asked Miguel if he would be my assistant, as I needed someone I could count on to be my eyes and ears for all three stores since I could not be there and to be there to help me and the store staff as needed. Miguel jumped around with excitement and started babbling on about all the things he wanted to sell, or buy, or make as we began to walk back to our section of the prison. Santos walked with his arm around, he squeezed me tight and said, “I knew you could do it Little Papi. I think we need to celebrate tonight! I know tomorrow you want to do something for us, but tell me mi mujer, my wife, what can your husband do for you tonight?” Santos had a nasty gleam in his eye when he said that, so we stopped, I whispered in his ear what he wanted, he smiled, nodded, and sent of one of his enforcers to begin making arrangements. That evening after dinner, Santos took me to what I now called our playroom. We stopped in the hallway as his men closed the outer door and we were alone. “You know how much it turns me on to see you be a bug chaser for me Little Papi. I love knowing you have infected cum in your ass waiting for me, seeing you taking infected dick, knowing that I am with you always from my breedings. Here, have some of this good Guaro, and let’s have some fun.” I took several big swallows, felt the burn kick in, but before we went on, Santos reached into his back pocket and pulled out the same toothbrush he had used on my ass before. I continued to drink and felt the liquor kick in as I bent over and Santos prepped my hole the way he wanted. I was already infected, but was willing to do anything to please my husband. When he was satisfied, we then entered the back room and Santos had not disappointed me. Sitting around in various states of undress were several men including The Goat, the guy with the lesions on his legs, a few others I had seen and fucked with over the course of the past months, all together, all partying and having fun, and all ready to make me their AIDs filled hole. I looked at Santos whose tear drop tat his cheek danced in excitement as he smiled and nodded at each. He handed me the Guaro, slapped my ass and said, “Go on Little Papi. They are here for you. Don’t worry, I am always near by.” Santos pulled a chair over to a darkened corner where he had the best view of the dirty mattress in the middle of the floor, lit up a cigarette, and sat back to enjoy the show. I was immediately surrounded by horny, AIDs filled, gangbanger dick, all wanting a hole, and I was happy to give it to them. The Goat’s dick was even nastier then before, the skinny guy with the lesions looked even sicker, the rest were no better. One of the new guys sucked me off while I got fucked, I took spit in my mouth, piss, and loads in my ass from each of their dicks. I was in pig heaven, or should I say bug chaser heaven!!! As they finished up and were fully satisfied, they left, the whole while Santos sat casually in his chair smoking, watching, not saying a word. Then we were alone once more. Santos came and kneeled beside me as I lay covered in infected cum and juices on the filthy little mattress. He rubbed my head like he always did, which soothed me, “Little Papi, did you enjoy that? Hmm? I could see you did. I did too! Fuck mi mujer! Seeing you take all that infected banger dick. Look how hard you have made me?” I could now see a large dark stain on the leg of his jeans where Santos’ dick had precummed and marked his excitement. “But we have one more old friend who wishes to say hi and should be here soon. While we wait, drink up and let me make sure you still ready.” After a fresh scrubbing of the toothbrush in my hole, I gently sat back down, my ass feeling the effect of all that dick and Santos’ heavy handed work. Santos sat beside me, lit a cigarette, and I reached over to free his dick, “No Little Papi, it’s not time yet.” I was disappointed, so satisfied myself with kissing his naked torso and tasting his sweat. One of his crew opened the door and in came two more men. The first I recognized, it was Oscar, the banger with the bull tattoo and a rough fucker. The first time he fucked me Santos said he was, “…a total culero, or someone who fucks the ass, and his dick is scarred and nasty from all the shit he’s got and he can’t wait to breed you.” The other I did not know, but we was one of the largest men I had seen here in prison, taller, thicker built, meaner looking if possible. Santos stood up, greeted both men, I downed the rest of the bottle knowing I would need it. Pulling his t-shirt off the back of the chair, Santos knelt beside me again and said, “Si Little Papi, you know how Oscar likes it. You will have my t-shirt over your face and do not touch him. I’ll be back in a while.” The room got much warmer as the liquor kicked fully in and my breath was stifled from the cotton shirt over my face. I heard the door open and close, the sound of clothes being taken off and some Spanish before a large hand grabbed the back of my head and pulled me forward. I got on to my hands and knees and crawled a few feet on the concrete floor. One of the chairs was moved, then my head was lifted up a little as I was positioned between someone’s legs, the cotton t-shirt lifted slightly and a big, long dick slapped me in the face. I opened my mouth, the man laughed, and continued to swing his dick hard against my face, first one side, then the other. There was a slight gap where the t-shirt was over my eyes, so by looking down I could see the chair and his thick, muscled legs. Must be the new guy and I tilted my head to get a better look at the dick and him, but was slapped on the back of the head by Oscar, so put my head back down and left my mouth open as the new guy continued to slap my face with his big dick. He seemed to be about as big as Santos, and as thick as Oscar, so knew I would feel him for sure. The uneven texture of the concrete floor was like sandpaper on my knees, but I was afraid to say anything as he continued slapping my face and lips with his dick, each stroke harder than the last. When his cock was fully hard he pushed it into my waiting mouth and put his hand on the back of my head and made me try to swallow him whole. While Santos enjoyed the occasional rough throat fuck, he preferred my ass, most guys here seem to, so I had not had a lot of experience sucking dick lately, especially one so large, but I tried. He shifted his hips forward in the chair, I opened my jaws as wide as I could, and choked, gagged, and sniffled as he fed me his dick, which had clearly not been washed in many days and tasted like dirty ass, piss, stale cum, sweat, and who knew what else. As I was shifting the angle of my neck, Oscar kicked my legs apart, ran his thick fingers and up and down my slick crack, then jammed two of them in, pulled them out, then jammed in three, worked them around side to side, then pulled them out. Just like before, Oscar slam fucked me on his way in, any objection I had muffled by the new guy’s dick. Oscar went balls deep, forcing me wide open for his nasty dick, thrust several times, pulled out, stuck his fingers back in my hole and worked them around then slammed them back in opening my cum filled ass up just the way he wanted. I was so loaded with cum my hole made wet slurping sounds with every thrust and both men seemed to like that. While Oscar fucked, the new guy continued to work his dick down my throat, my spit and snot now coating him in a slimey layer, lubing his shaft while he held my head and pummeled my throat. I did not taste much of his load, but felt it hit the back of my throat when he shot. When he finished and pulled almost all the way out of my mouth, I sucked on his open slit and tasted his funky seed. He pushed my head off his dick as Oscar continued his fuck, my knees screaming, my hole begging for more. Oscar soon grabbed me hard, pulled me into him and shot his load up my ass, a bucket full of cum adding to the foul mix in my guts. Once every drop was inside me, Oscar yanked his dick out making me holler, they both laughed, and I was led back to the dirty mattress, shoved onto my stomach, and the new guy fumbled around trying to get his dick inside my freshly fucked hole. As big as his dick was and as open as my hole was, it should have been no problem, but he kept hitting too high, or two low, and I tried shifting my body to help, to no avail, Frustrated he finally got off, pulled me back onto my hands and knees and taking a page from the Oscar handbook on scarping guts, slam fucked me. He was way fucking bigger than Oscar and I tried to run, and as I did he just pushed me flat onto my stomach again, his weight dropping on me forcing his dick even further up my ass. The new guy adjusted himself, gyrated his hips to get a feel of my hole, then started slow, long, deep strokes making sure I had a chance to appreciate every inch of his dirty prison dick. He just laid on me, his hands and arms out to the side, the only thing moving was his dick and hips as he fucked me like he wanted. I was not sure where Oscar was and just focused on taking the dick. My ass continued to relax and open for the gut fucking and I also started flexing my hole as much as I could, milking his dick, pulling it in deeper, massaging the shaft with all the AIDs cum that had been planted there. When the new guy got close, he pushed himself onto his hands, angled up in my ass, and fucked fast and furious, his breath coming in short, shallow, bursts as he shot long, deep wads of cum into my ass. Once he finished, he yanked his dick and my ass felt so open now. I wanted more and started wiggling my ass, hoping they would take the invitation. They just laughed, one of them gently kicked me in the hips with a booted foot, and they left. I stayed on the mattress, face down, still hoping they – or someone – would fuck me. The door opened, I heard someone get undressed, felt someone begin to climb onto me, a large hand began to rub my head, “OH LITTLE PAPI, YOUR HOLE IS SO WET!!!” Santos said as he slid his dick into my hungry hole to feed me. Santos took his time and enjoyed adding his toxic cum to all the other loads. When we got home I really had to go let some of it out, but Santos asked me to hold it, as he loved going to sleep with his dick inside me and knowing I had all of those men inside me too just made his dick stay hard. Stay tuned for Chapter 9: My Bill to MS13 Comes Due – The Finale

Part 3-Day 2: Breeders Market - Dwayne and Malcolm Return “That white hole is blossoming like a fucking rose! Let me look! HOLY SHIT YOU TORE UP! Those Philly boys are bad,” Lionel said in awe and hunger and in a flash I was face down back on the couch with Lionel’s big raw 10-inch dick fucking my ass. “Gonna coat that hole with my baby batter,” Lionel panted as he worked me over, “You just make my balls churn and get ready to shit some more of my babies!” A few minutes later Lionel had his satisfaction, pulled out, had me stand up and bend over the arm of the couch and reach back and spread my cheeks as he took several Polaroid pictures. “Hmmm… love that pink hole! Let the red red flow! A few more to add to my collection,” he snickered. Lionel had been taking before and after pics of my pink hole and other action shots since I had arrived at the Breeder’s Market in Southeast Washington, DC (SE-DC), to spend 7 days with Lionel and check out our latest drug and other operations. I turned around, somewhat unsteady on my feet, and looked at Lionel again. Since I had met him the first time in the main library and he and his buddies had fucked me I got horny just looking at his 6”5, thick and solid body, his tats, especially the Soulja Lover tat on his torso, not to mention his dick. Damn I wanted more! He promised I would get all the dick I could handle and so far he was not lying. Those Philly Boys had been rough, nasty, and buck wild. “I don’t know what you off dreaming about, I got you – no worries – you safe with me,” Lionel said as he patted my face, leaned in and kissed me long and hard, “Now, tell me you missed this dick! Good. I like nothing better then a sloppy whore who is fucked up and nasty! So you better keep pleasing your Master.” That last bit was said with an evil twinkle in his eye, and was a hint of a road he planned to take us down. My clothes were hard to find, but once dressed, Lionel led me to a black plate full of white lines, and I snorted up my fill and was back on track for the day. It was still early afternoon, but with the Philly boy gangbang and all the drugs they gave me, my body was feeling it. As I followed Lionel through Covenant, the hot rush of the drugs kicked in, everything became clearer and brighter, and the sensation of cum leaking out of my hole with every step was mildly distracting. When we passed a series of large windows that overlooked a small interior courtyard, I noticed snow piled up on the window sills and more coming down hard. Lionel stopped, “Yeah fucking weather, been like that for a few hours now, but we still got a busy day and night ahead. Come on, time to see how the new recruits are doing.” We made our way down to the Stockyard. This was designed as the high traffic area of the Breeders Market and while any of our Breeders could enter, the charge was only $20 as the Stockyard was designed for the blow-and-go crowd. The Mares here were fucked and filled with the dirtiest, nastiest, and most infected dick and cum this city had to offer and in turn, my infection would continue to spread to more and more people. The Market was not scheduled to open for hours, but the sounds of men fucking could be heard down the hall. When we entered, Lionel told me, “Got a new drug crew onboard from the Northeast side of town. They were the last hold outs trying to be ‘independent’ but they have seen the error of their ways and now their drug trade is mine, they work for me now, well you – you know the fuck what I mean.” Lionel stopped just inside the large set of doors to the Stockyard, lit up a cigarette, took a long drag, then continued, “We also got a fresh batch of Mares – well Mare wannabees – to test out. Even some of the ones that had been trained for opening night could not cut it quite yet, so time to replenish the stock. I put the word out, so this is the first test.” All Mares who were part of the permanent stables for me and the AIDs Lords would end up branded on their forehead with a BIOHAZARD BRAND indicating their status as a Mare, and a symbol noting which AIDs Lord and which stable they belonged to. Of course this was only after they had been infected by, and survived taking, my extreme virus. My cum and blood was toxic beyond anything that had been known to date thanks to Dr Mike and Deacon and now I passed that gift on the Mares to share with others. For now, any Mare in DC still belonged to me, but someday, Lionel knew they may be given to him, so he was working hard to ensure the operation had all the kinks worked out. My eyes roamed the room in a quick inspection of my Stable Masters – the men responsible for caring for the Mares. I had decided to go for a standard uniform and certain physical qualities in my Stable Masters. They were of varying races and creeds, but all were ex-military, at least 6”2, handsome, well built, and at least 9-inches of dick that was clearly outlined in their skin-tight, white pants. I could also happily attest to the sexual skills of each and every one of them as I had taken many loads from them these past weeks. The line of Stable Masters in their uniforms made an impressive sight in and of themselves, but they were off limits and not an option for our guests. I asked Lionel to please make an addition to my list of dick for the week, “How about a Stable Master gang fuck on my ass? Would you like to see those men in their white uniforms take turns using me Daddy?” Lionel slowly took the cigarette out of his, looked at me a little sideways as he began to chew his upper lip like he did when he was in voyeur mode. “Aiight, done,” Lionel said, as we walked down the middle of the Stockyard, then he added, “Daddy huh? Hmm…. I kinda like that.” The Mare-wanna-bees were all in position, on small raised platforms, within specially created ‘stalls’. Just like when the Breeders Market was open, each applicant was Market ready, blindfolded, leashed, doggy style, and resting their torso on a specially designed leather padded bench that was just high enough to keep their full body weight off their hands and knees, leaving their hole open and ready. The Northeast crew had the choice of mounting the Mare applicant right there in full public view, or close the curtains on the stall. Other parts of Covenant in SE-DC provided more privacy, but only for those clients who could afford it. The only rules in every Market was that the Mares must be fucked raw and in the Stockyard there was a 15-minute time limit. The Market was all about the pump-and-dump, not love making. The sounds of applicant Mares pleading to be let go and to stop, of men grunting and cumming in a newly opened hole, echoed through the Stockyard as Lionel led me to another section of Covenant. We stopped in the hall, Lionel pulled out one of his special smokes, lit it up, inhaled deeply, his eyes were now a bit glassy as he looked at me and said, “This is something new, something stronger than what you hit before. Take a good hit, then talk to me.” I took the smoke and as I hit it, some of the ash fell on my t-shirt and Lionel quickly brushed at it, leaving a large gray streak across my chest. I handed it back to him as the wave came over me like I had just been dropped 30 feet. My heart leapt, my breath caught, then I floated, and gently landed. Lionel laughed, “Oh yeah slut, you good. Come on, finish this up, big deep breaths, got someone special for you to see.” Every step felt like I was floating now and this was a high like nothing I had ever experienced. Very mellow, light, but fucking intense. Not like the sharp high of the other stuff. I followed Lionel to a part of the Covenant complex I had not been in yet. It was a long, 5-story building on the east side that was connected to the main building by a 2 story, enclosed walkway that went over the gated entrance on that side of the building. Lionel said they had not gotten to refurbishing this building yet, but would soon and asked for my thoughts on its use. But in the meantime, this is where he had several special guests. There were members of Lionel’s crew – armed with automatic rifles – at both ends of the walkway and also inside the doors to the building we entered. More guards at the elevator, and on the 5th floor when we got off. I noted immediately the doors on this floor were metal and some were padlocked on the outside. Midway down the hall Lionel motioned for one of the crew to unlock the door, he did, and we stepped into a room that looked like it was part of a living space of some sort, or prison so it seemed. “Assholes, get your nasty selves out here. Told you’all I was coming through, don’t make me wait now,” Lionel hollered. Two men cautiously began to emerge from a door to the side of the room, looked at Lionel in fear, looked at me, back at Lionel, then they started to smile and clap, “Yo man, I tolds you, he would not forget us. No sir, he would not. Long time man!” the first man said. It took me a second to recognize them as they looked even scruffier and dustier than they did when they were on the streets and homeless, but it was Dwayne and Malcolm who I had fucked with at the library, then the bookstore, and also wrote about in the story - The Homeless Guys From the Video Store –Fucked up, Dicked down, Pimped Out. Dwayne was the first to reach me, with Malcolm close behind, and they smelled even worse than they looked, “This mother fucka – um – uh – this kind man here,” he mumbled as he glanced at Lionel who was casually smoking, “Has had us locked up here man! Locked up like we done something wrong! We didn’t do nothing. Nothing! We keep telling him that. Yo man, we done nothing!” Lionel just laughed, shook his head, and waved his hand as if to say, OK, go on, keep talking. Dwayne continued, “Then he say we got to wait for the Boss. The boss who? Right Malcolm, don’t I say the boss who? He just say nothing. Keep us locked up in here, ain’t right.” Malcolm just stood a little to the back, still not saying a word as Lionel said, “You inside right? You got food right? You got liquor and smokes and all the drugs your nasty asses can smoke up right? So quit your fuckin bitchin. Here’s the deal. He’s THE BOSS.” At that both Dwayne and Malcolm looked at me and in unison said, “No SHIT?”. Lionel went on, “I’m out of here for a bit. You’all can hang. You can plead your case with him. But I don’t trust your sorry asses, neither one of you. You were Uncle Jack’s bitches through and through.” Lionel then said to me, “My crew is outside. If you want to leave before I get back, just knock on the door. Until then, keep that hole wet and here, smoke this, but don’t let them hit it. This is yours only.” The metal door was locked and I was alone with Dwayne and Malcolm. Dwayne began his tirade pleading again until I said, “Look guys. Relax. You got some place we can sit down? Chill, have a little fun, and you can tell me everything.” They took me into the back room, which was pretty large, had a TV, couple easy chairs, and a mattress on the floor covered with stained and dirty sheets. There was a metal TV tray between the chairs covered with glass pipes, cigarettes, and trash. There was trash on the floor, food on a table on the side wall, bottles of liquor strewn about, the room reeked of piss, cum, sweat, and filth. Dwayne looked a bit sheepish as he laughed and said, “Maid service here sucks!” I sat on an empty milk crate, asked for a lighter, lit up the smoke from Lionel, then said, “OK guys, tell me what happened.” As Dwayne and Malcolm each hit some crack in their pipes, they told me they got caught up in the fallout from Uncle Jack kidnapping me and neither Lionel nor his crew trusted them, so they ended up here, had been locked up in these rooms for a while now. “The fucking worst part, the fucking worst, has been no pussy! Yeah we got food and shit, and really good shit, I mean this rock is like WHOA, but I ain’t fucked nothing in months. God damn, a man’s got needs, right? Yo Malcolm, why ain’t you let me get up in you?” Malcolm just shook his head as Dwayne suddenly realized and looked back at me as he reached down and stroked his hardening dick through his pants, “FUCK! Yo man, we had a good time in your pussy, putting all that nutt up in there, what you say? Huh? Come on man, I need it bad!” At that Malcolm turned and looked at me too, the hunger in his eyes clear as well. I shook my head and said, “Anything you want man, but remember, I’m The BOSS, so you better treat me right.” Dwayne laughed as he practically jumped out of the chair, dropping his pipe on the floor and swearing as it shattered. He quickly brushed the glass into a pile with a t-shirt, stood in front of me, dropped his pants, and his steel hard dick was there for the taking. Dwayne and Malcolm were both in their 30s, very rough and thuggish looking, average builds, but big dicks like Lionel’s, a good 10-10.5 inches. Malcolm’s was really thick too and flared out at the base, so when he was balls deep it felt fucking amazing as I was stretched like a double-wide trailer. While Dwayne was not as thick, he was a special kind of nasty as he always had a constant case of gonorrhea, his uncut dick coated in a green, thick crust of funk, and they both fucked to hurt. “Got us some fucked up pussy here, nice pussy, this pussy always so TIGHT YO! Gonna nutt up all in that pussy yo, big fuck nutt,” Dwayne mumbled to Malcolm as I stroked him with my left hand while I hit my smoke with my right. With my last deep hit I put my mouth as far down over Dwayne’s filth covered dick as I could and when I could not hold it anymore, let the smoke out around my lips and his dick while Dwayne looked down at me wide eyed. “Fuck yeah. That’s wild shit. I’m ready.” I got up off the crate, stripped as they both eyed me while they stroked their needy dicks, walked over to the dirty mattress on the floor, pushed the stain covered sheets to the side, got on my hands and knees and said, “My hole’s nice and wet and full of cum guys, so fuck me!” The word’s had barely left my mouth before Dwayne squatted over me and plunged his eager dick straight down into my hole making me grunt. Malcolm stepped in front of me so I could suck him. The smoke Lionel gave me made me horny beyond belief. “Open that pussy up for me,” Dwayne begged, “That’s it, open wide, holy shit mother fucker, shit is good and wet. Yo man, this shit wet. I ain’t had such a wet hole in God knows when. DAMN! You want this cum up that ass? Huh? You want this black nutt up that white pussy hole? Huh? Want this AIDs nutt? Oh shit, can’t hold out yo, fuckin gonna…….oh……..” Without slowing a bit Dwayne blew his load deep up my ass then just yanked his dripping dick out and switched places with Malcolm. The crust and filth that had been on Dwayne’s dick was now buried in my guts and if he had not stuffed my throat deep with his dick to clean him off I would have yelped in pain as Malcolm buried his dick balls deep in the first thrust, his thickness stretching me wide open. My body tensed, my back arched, and Malcolm placed both hands on my back, pushed it back down as he began his own beat down fuck. Every thrust of his raw dick went balls deep and then it felt like he was trying to crawl up in my ass even further and push my hole open even wider. I knew he was getting close when his fingers dug into my back, his nails tearing flesh as he shot his infected load in my ass while Dwayne filled my throat and stomach with his dark piss. They both yanked their dicks out of me at the same time and went back to their chairs as I gasped for breath and felt the piss dribble down my chin and the cum run out of my ass. Their bed was now speckled a little red too. Their pipes filled the room with acrid smoke, Malcolm had turned on the TV and popped a porn into the VCR, the moans of some chick being fucked filled the room as their dicks remained hard and in need. I put my pants over the crate, sat back down, and relit my smoke. My ass was pulsing like I could feel my heartbeat in my hole, and it was wet and warm, but too empty. I planned to milk them good today and as the high went to a new level, staring at their dicks gave me an idea. “You guys ready to make me a Twinkie?” I asked. Malcolm just looked at me and Dwayne said, “Fuck huh?” “I want you to cream my insides good, give me an EXTREME ruff ryder fuck to remember. If you do, I promise to get you out of this place, set you up right, and more.” I ordered Malcolm to lay on his back on the bed, I held his rigid pole with my right hand as I straddled him and guided it to my hole. Dwayne watched feeling left out as I rode Malcolm’s raw dick. I was jumping up and down on him now and said, “You better not cum until I tell you,” and he just shook his head. Dwayne then complained, “Look here, Mr. Willie ain’t getting no action, come on yo, I want some too.” “You better be ready,” I said, “Let’s see if you can back that shit up and make me a true slut for your nasty fucking dicks.” I then pulled off Malcolm’s dick, turned around so I was facing his feet and dropped back down on him as deep as he would go. Malcolm gasped at how good it felt and while he grabbed my hips I gasped at how open he had me. It was time. I stopped, and leaned back on Malcolm’s torso with his hands on hips holding me steady, his raw infected dick still buried deep in my now gaping hole. The angle still left a good portion of his dick inside of me, but not the thickest part, making space for what would come next. “I want you to fuck me too now,” I said as I looked to Dwayne, “Double dick me. Make me your white pussy slut, your AIDs slut, show me how much you want out of here.” Malcolm was grunting in happiness as he spread his legs, Dwayne got on his knees between them and edged up as towards my ass. I lifted my arms and Malcolm wrapped his arms around my chest holding me tight as he nibbled on my left ear and neck and whispered how much he loved me. What the fuck? Back to the issue at hand, I moved my hands down and pulled my cheeks apart as Dwayne positioned his dick at my hole on top of Malcolm’s, who had paused his thrusting. Dwayne looked down at me and said, “You sure? Cause I ain’t stopping yo.” I nodded yes, he targeted the gap left by Malcolm’s thickness and as he began to push in, it forced Malcolm’s dick to angle off more level and straighter. The last time I had been double dicked was by Lionel and his buddies, and that had been doggy style. This did not seem so bad, but as soon as Dwayne’s dick head found traction and pushed my ass ring open, the pain hit and I screamed in surprise and from what felt like a fucking red hot iron poker ripping my hole open. Tears started to stream from my eyes, my body shook, my high vanished, Malcolm grabbed me tighter and Dwayne paused a second to grab the dirty sheet on the side of the bed and stuff a portion of it into my mouth, covering Malcolm’s head in the process. “Can’t have your man’s crew thinking we doing something you don’t want now. SHIT! Feel that? HOLY FUCK. Like I said, I ain’t stopping, yo man, time for us to show the pussy we can treat him right.” At that Malcolm pushed his hips down into the mattress a little, making his dick pull back just a bit more, and as he did, Dwayne shoved his dick in further, ripping my ass even more, as he talked dirty and nasty, and started saying very racial shit. Dwayne’s hands were clamped around my calves, his nails digging little half-moons into the skin of shins as he pistoned my hole as deep as he could. Malcolm continued to hold me tight and over Dwayne’s verbal assault, he continued his whispered claims of love and telling me what all he wanted to do to me – with me – for me. Two raw, ruff ryder dicks were using my ass, and they soon found the perfect rhythm for a deep double dicking. Thank the fuck I had been used by the Philly boys already, otherwise no way I could have take them, but taking them both I was. The pain gave way to pleasure a thrust at a time, and then pleasure gave way to ecstasy, and then ecstasy gave way to something even more. I focused on Dwayne who looked like he was in ecstasy as well, “Yo man, time to nutt up in this pussy, fill it up with our AIDs man, fuck it down, this what you want? Harder? Huh? Deeper? Oh yeah, we got that – rougher? Got that too, oh yeah, we got that, we got that ruff ryder dick all up in that hole….we got that, we….oh fuck, we….TAKE THIS FUCKING CUM, OH CHRIST, GONNA NUTT, TAKE THIS CUM, TAKE IT, TAKE IT!!!!!!” Like I had a choice as Dwayne’s body shook, trembled, his nails digging deeper into me, Malcolm joined him unloading inside my ass, his own body shaking under the weight of mine, his dick pulsing like an unkinked hose and his breath hot and heavy on my neck. Dwayne knew better this time than to just yank his dick out, so he slowly and gently began to shift his hips, our juices easing his passage out, yet it brought new flashes of pain. I closed my eyes and grunted as the head pulled out of my ring and Dwayne lowered my legs to the bed. Malcolm shifted his right arm and then gently rolled our bodies to the right while still holding me impaled on his dick and started to move his hips and thrust back into my hole. I put my left hand up to try to push him away but he just ignored me and continued working their infected cum in my shredded ass. He moved his right arm under my neck and scooted a little further up the bed so the angle allowed him to hit my ass walls on every stroke. I grabbed his right hand, brought it close to my face and started kissing and licking it and holding it over my nose and mouth as he fucked me more. Dwayne was ignoring us as he sat back down, let out a big sigh, then went into the other room for a minute to grab a cold drink. “You like me making love to you?” Malcolm asked. “Yes, I do, go deeper, I want to feel you, stretch my guts,” I begged. Unbelievably I wanted more dick, the pain from the double dicking had gone. There was just an intense throbbing in my outer hole. So now Malcolm worked on scraping my guts, angling his hips, targeting a new spot, shoving his thick base as deep as he could go as I pushed back trying to get him even deeper. “Love me, please love me,” Malcolm whispered as he fucked. I didn’t know what to say so just moaned and kept pushing back on him. Suddenly his hand clamped onto my face, his body tensed, and he grunted as he gave me another hot load. I worked my ass to milk every drop and a few minutes later his tired dick slid out of my tore up ass and Malcolm rolled onto his back and just lay there. I got on my hands and knees and by the time I looked at him he was out and starting to snore. Damn, really? I looked at my watch, had been there about 90 minutes and not sure how long Lionel would be, but was ready for more if they were. Malcolm seemed done, so while Dwayne nursed a cold beer, I knelt and started nursing his limp dick. I was determined to get another load from him up my ass, so I slicked his dick with spit and slurped it up as he drank his beer, then I got him another and he downed that one in a few big gulps, burped, then hit his pipe. The smell of the crack, mixed with the rest of the funk in the room, including fresh cum, made me even hornier. “I gotta piss now,” Dwayne said as he moved to get up. I put my hand on his torso and said, “Let me drink it again, right here.” He nodded, closed his eyes, and a hot stream of beer fueled piss jetted from his dick and filled my stomach. When he was done I continued to suck him while he hit his pipe and soon his dick responded to both as the blood returned in force. “Want some more ass?” I asked him. “Always, and this time, I’m ready to do some good old fashioned long dickin,” Dwayne answered. Malcolm was still on the bed, snoring away, so I looked around trying to think where we would do this. “Just like at your place, stand in the front of the TV, bend over, and brace yourself,” Dwayne instructed. I got into position, Dwayne stood up behind me, and before he started he stuck three fingers into my ass and followed the outline of my hole, mixing the manly mix round and round, then he clawed at my guts a bit with his dirty nails, making my legs shake. “Yo, look man, look here,” Dwayne said. I turned and he showed me his fingers, all coated in slime, tinged with red, his nails dirty and foul, which he offered to me to lick clean. With his other hand he hefted his dick, “Let me see you lick the slime off Mr. Willie, that’s it, use your tongue to spread that green on your lips – FUCK that’s HOT! Bend back over.” Long dicking for Dwayne was slamming balls deep and pulling back on my hips to meet his every thrust forward as fast and hard as he could. I had to stand with one foot forward and the other back to keep my balance and could only grunt as he dug new gouges into my gut walls with his dick, and gouges into the flesh of my hips where he was hanging on. While most guys went slow and easy especially after already shooting a couple loads, not Dwayne. He fucked hard and fast. “Make it hurt, come on now, fuck it hard, fuck your boss man!” I said, egging him on, “Give me that nasty cum, from that nasty dick, your dirty fucker!” Dwayne liked that, his dick got harder still, he got even more verbal as his racial dirty talk became more intense. As he got rougher and fucked with more force, I lost my balance and got slammed into the TV stand as he plow fucked, and bucked his load as deep as he could go. The TV fell off the back, I fell onto the stand, and Dwayne did not let up as he continued to slam me harder and deeper until every drop of cum was buried in me and he knew he had given me all of his infected nutt. Unlike last time, Dwayne did not pull out slowly but yanked out in one rough pull, taking my insides with him and then roughly pushed me to my knees and had me lick him clean. When I was done, and he was satisfied he stepped back, sat in his chair, sighed, and hit his pipe. Malcolm was now sitting up on the bed, rubbing his eyes, the crashing TV having woke him from his post-fuck slumber. My high had started to wear off, so Dwayne let me hit his pipe. “Is that all you got,” I teased as I pointed at their now softened dicks. Malcolm just shook his head while Dwayne said, “Slut, you know better, we worked you hard and rough and a long fucking time before right? Did today too. You say just say when, we be ready to go.” Malcolm nodded in agreement as smoke refilled the room. As much as I was enjoying myself, I was feeling hungry and wanted to get some rest before the evening’s adventures, so I decided time to wrap things up. I told them to stay in their chairs a minute, went to the front door, knocked, one of Lionel’s crew opened the door and looked at me. I was still naked and covered in sweat, cum, and more and he just licked his lips and said, “Whatever you need, you know I got.” I laughed, that was good, and said, “If you’ve got anything worth my while, then you are already in the rotation for tonight, right? I thought so. So, I’ll see you later, in the meantime, send word to Lionel, here’s what I need.” I went back to Dwayne and Malcolm, told them to get dressed as Lionel would be back soon, and we would all talk then. About 15 minutes later Lionel arrived and came into the back room, my special guest behind him. Dwayne and Malcolm both stood up as the guy who had worked for Uncle Jack and helped kidnap then torture me was brought in. He was blindfolded, but also wearing his Mare’s ‘uniform’ of bright pink lace, thigh-high stockings, a matching pink bra, and a wig. While all of the other Mares were naked except for their collars, this was part of his punishment. “Show them,” I said, and Lionel reached and lifted the lace bodice so Dwayne and Malcolm could see that the guy had been neutered. They did not need to know that Deacon had literally ripped the guy’s balls off, but I did say, “You know him. He was part of Uncle Jack’s crew here. That is what your future will be if you get out of line, try to fuck with me or mine, or do anything that Lionel does not trust, understand me?” They were both taken aback by my tone, and what they saw. “He is truly a cunt now, who is used as we see fit. So, here’s the deal. You have two options. One, you can stay here, in this room, and rot. I prefer the second option. I think you can be trusted, you know the city, you know the rackets, the drug markets, all the dirty secret places and things to do and people who do them. I need you back on the streets, no one pays attention to homeless guys, especially ones that are addicts. I’ll have Lionel here set you up with a place to call your own, a roof over your head here at Covenant, money for food and shit, drugs, whatever, but your ‘job’ will be on the streets. You will stay looking the part and working the part – for now. Consider this probation and the only time I will intervene. You are now in Lionel’s charge. Oh, and one more thing, thanks – that was one hell of a beat down fuck – you guys are damn good so I’m going to give you a special tat on your torso – RUFF RYDER. I’ll see you again before I go, so you better save that nutt!” The crew took our Mare away and I went into the hall as Lionel had a few last words with Dwayne and Malcolm. When he came out he did not padlock the door, but asked me, “You sure about this?” “Yes,” I said. He nodded and before we left their place he had me bend over in the hallway and show him my wet and used hole so he could have a few more Polaroids. This of course was of great interest to his crew that were on guard and a few gropes and whistles later we were back at the elevator. As soon as the elevator doors closed Lionel hit the STOP button, the alarm dinged, he pressed me against the wall with his body, sniffed, and said, “You got their stink all over you.” With his right hand he unbuttoned my jeans while he started chewing hard on my neck. His left hand caressed the other side of my neck and pushed my head back as he continued to nibble while his right hand forced its way between my thighs to my dripping hole. I was forced to stand on my tip toes, my hands on his shoulders trying to support myself as Lionel shoved as much of his right hand as he could up my wet ass, pushing me against and slightly higher up the wall. My breath caught, Lionel did not move as the weight of my body settled ever so slightly deeper onto his hand and in between nibbles on my exposed neck Lionel hissed, “Yessss, ooooohhhhh, yesssss. You stink of them. You’re full of them, their cum, their piss, I saw it all on the cameras. Watched it all. Yessssss, ooooohhhhhh, your hole is so open for me and my black snake, Yessssss.” With his left hand Lionel pulled at my t-shirt, exposing the area where my neck meets my shoulder. He leaned in, his tongue flicking at my white skin, I moaned as I settled a little deeper onto his hand. Lionel’s tongue flicked a few more times, “Yessss,” and then he zeroed in on my flesh and bit down hard drawing blood. I yelped, Lionel’s right hand pressed harder, his knuckles in my stretched hole now holding me up. My ass was begging for him to continue and to stop at the same time. “Yessss bitch,” Lionel hissed, “Yesss…..” Stay tuned for Part 4-Day 2: Breeders Market – The Stealth Fuck

Chapter 7: My Breeding Family in San Pedro Sula Prison - “Your ass is glistening from the cum and OH I CAN FEEL IT as I slide into you. Little Papi has been busy tonight I see,” Santos whispered into my right ear, “Oh Papi, that feels good. I wanted to be here to see you take their AIDs dicks so bad, but I think we will have time for that. For now Little Papi, be a good mujer and open those legs wide because I have some more cum to give you.” I had sealed our relationship with the three main gangs in the prison with my ass and their cum and Santos loved the fact that now that Erazo and Armando – Los Chicos from Control Machete – were going to be around, there was lots more dick for me to ride and cum to fill my ass for him to use as lube. The first order of business though was to tell Miguel about Los Chicos. I was not looking forward to that as I knew he may feel hurt, but Santos assured me it would be alright. “You know what this means?” Santos said as he lay with his still hard dick in my cum filled ass, “Miguel will need to fuck you too. I know you have kept him at a distance since he fucked you that first time, and that is my fault, but he does have a nice dick.” I tried to turn my head to look at Santos, still not quite believing he was OK with me being fucked so much by other dick, but he just held me tighter to him and said, “Mi mujer, you and I have already made Miguel part of our family, a little bit anyways, now it is time to decide. Do we make him a full member of our family, or do we leave him to the gangs? With all the dick you are going to have running through here, maybe time I find myself another wife to keep around instead.” I was crestfallen, my heart imploded, but I immediately realized he was right. Before I could say anything Santos pulled his dick out, rolled me onto my back, kissed me and said, “Oh mi mujer, no no no, I was only kidding. I told you before I wanted you to get fucked by other men, I LIKE THAT YOU TAKE THEIR CUM, and it does not change that you are still mine. Oh no, I don’t want another wife, you are the only one, cause frankly there is only room for one slutty parent in this fucked up little family we’re creating.” At that we both broke out laughing and then the words he said sank in, family. I looked into his eyes, saw he was being honest, and that he seemed happy. Santos’ lips covered mine, his tongue and wet kiss providing the final assurance I needed as my fears slipped away and he rolled me onto my stomach to deposit another load into my cummy ass. We sent word to Los Chicos to wait another day before coming back and the next morning at breakfast Santos and I asked Miguel if he would like to become an official part of our family, not as our son, more like Santos’ little brother, he would move upstairs with us into my old room, and he would get to fuck me if he wanted. Miguel’s confused happiness increased with that one and he wasted no time in asking when, while Santos and I both laughed. Then came the hard part. Los Chicos. Santos explained a bit about power, the importance of building alliances between the gangs, and sometimes you had to make things work even if you did not like it, and he was asking Miguel to help me in this and be a good little brother or hermano menor and that by the way, they would be fucking me too. Miguel’s smile left quickly on that, but Santos assured him that now as family, no one would replace him. Breakfast was finished, Santos left, and as Miguel sullenly began to help me clear the table I grabbed his hand and said, “Come on now, its been way too long since I had some of your dick little brother, do you want to fuck?” Miguel set the plates down and quickly followed me my bedroom and was soon balls deep up in my ass. He did not have the biggest dick in the prison, but it was nice and thick and he fucked with abandon. I let him fuck until he couldn’t fuck anymore, and got three loads out of him right in a row. A nice way to start the day. After we fucked, Miguel began asking me a million questions about what kind of business I wanted to do, and would we move to the country as a family, get a house, he always wanted to have a horse, he didn’t want a dog, what abut a cow, and on and on and on. It was cute to see him so excited, but I had few answers for him as I barely knew what tomorrow would bring. I let Miguel fuck me again that afternoon before sending him off to the Mercado to pick up some fruit for the next day, and to find some paper and pencils if he could for the school work I was going to do with him and Los Chicos. I had just started to make dinner and was finalizing the plans for the new business when I heard Santos coming up the stairs, his voice loud and angry, as he was speaking to someone in Spanish and I knew from the tone something had happened. When I got out into the room there was Santos holding Miguel by one arm and Miguel looking like he had been dragged through the streets, bloody and beaten. “What the fuck happened?” I asked. Santos snorted, let go of Miguel, sat at the table, lit up a cigarette, took a long drag and sighed. Miguel stood where he was looking sheepish, and I noticed several bruises and cuts on his face so grabbed a cloth, wet it, and went to look at him. Miguel flinched as I dabbed at his swelling face, his eyes cast to the floor. “Herman menor here decided he was now a big man,” Santos spat out, “The little shit – fucking mierdecilla – went and got himself into a fight right in the middle of the Mercado. Luckily my men were near by and broke it up before he got himself killed. I got to go now and deal with it.” Santos put out his cigarette and went down the stairs. Miguel did not move, so I made him sit in a chair as I finished cleaning his cuts and made him drink some liquor to take the edge off the pain. “Miguel, tell me what happened,” I asked. He just shook his head, so I said, “Don’t worry, you know Santos cares for you and that has not changed, he’s just worried that’s all. You’re our family now, we don’t want anything to happen to you.” Miguel stared at me with his gorgeous brown eyes, the tears began to run from the corners of his eyes as he said, “They said they wouldn’t sell me the paper, they said they would not sell to some fresa, they said……they said they were going to make sure that when Santos was not watching they would take care of me, and next, they would take care of you, and then they would slice up Santos like the bitch dog that he is.” I pulled Miguel close as his tears flowed freely now and told him everything would be OK. “Did you tell this to Santos,” I asked, “No? Good, don’t. I will handle this. Now tell me, who said this?” Miguel soon fell asleep in his new room, and I sent a message to the head of MS-13 that I needed to see him. I had three of Santos’ men escort me to the room where I had first Sagastume Fajardo, the palabreros or leader of MS-13, and had told the others that if Santos came back to just tell him I was checking on a supply order and would be right back. I never left our section of the prison, and knew he would be worried, but I had to risk it. The leader of MS-13 was waiting for me just inside the outer door, so I had my men wait as we went down the hall, into the room. He did not have a shirt on and the sweat coated his muscled torso and chest and I could not resist as I stepped close and licked his body to savor the taste of him and inhale his musky smell. The leader of MS-13 blew smoke into my face as he roughly grabbed my head and put my mouth over his right nipple, “Chew on that bitch, yes that’s it, my little white AIDs wife, I knew you would be missing me.” I hungrily ate on his nipple, my ass was getting wet and my mind began to fog over with nothing but thoughts of his gangbanger dick. No, I had to focus on the business at hand. “I need your help,” I said as I pulled away from his body and slid my hands up and down the front of pants, confirming he wanted me as much as I wanted him. The leader of MS-13 laughed and said, “Of course you do. Only MS-13 dick can give you what you truly want, what you truly need, ain’t that right fresa? Only MS-13 can fuck that pretty white culo the way it should be fucked.” I nodded, “That’s true, you know I am your AIDs wife, and love that my husband’s gang brother fucks me like he wants, and I will give it to you if you want it, but there is something else.” I told him about what had happened with Miguel, about what had been said, told him I was afraid for Miguel, for me, and for Santos, told him who had said it, and what my plan was. The leader of MS-13 lit a new cigarette, sat in one of the chairs, the wood creaking as he adjusted himself. “If I do this, if I do as you ask, what is in this for me? Hmmm? What does MS-13 get?” I had thought long and hard about that and told him what I was willing to offer. The gang leader casually rubbed his still hard dick through his jeans as he considered my offer. “OK, if I agree to this there are two conditions. First, mi hermano Santos will never know. This remains between us. I know he does not mind you fucking with other men, but this…..this I know he will not accept for reasons best left in the past. Comprende? Second, in addition to all you have offered – and trust me – my polla here more than accepts – you will pay in some other way in the future when I ask, no debate, whatever it is I want, you will do. Call it a bonus.” I nodded in agreement and it was time to seal the pact I had just made with the most dangerous man in San Pedro Sula Prison. I unbuttoned my pants, dropped them to the floor, stepped out of them, took off my t-shirt, walked over to the leader of MS-13, stuffed the t-shirt in my mouth, turned around, bent over, and spread my cheeks so he had a direct view of my ripe, pink hole. In a flash the leader of MS-13 had dropped his pants, his huge left hand covered my mouth ensuring the t-shirt did not get spit out, his right guided his mammoth dick to my waiting hole, and he ripped me open as he force fucked me. My cries were muffled in the shirt, but his grunts echoed along with the symphony of our bodies slamming together as I was bred by his infected raw dick. This was a pact made in blood and trust and was completed quickly as we both had places to be. As soon as he finished he pulled out, yanked the t-shirt out of my mouth, turned me around and let me clean his dick off as he said, “You have learned fast mi little AIDs mujer, but this is a dangerous game you play and there is no turning back now. Tomorrow it begins. Remember our terms.” I was home and in bed by the time Santos got back, so he never knew, but when I checked on Miguel he looked at me, smelled me, he could tell, so I let him work the gangbanger cum into my ass and add his own to the mix. I then had Miguel kneel behind me as I pushed the loads out of my ass and he lapped it up like the good little brother that he was. The next morning, Los Chicos arrived bright and early and the minute I saw Erazo and Armando again I got hard and wanted to get fucked. Santos laughed out loud at me as he knew that look, I lovingly slapped him on the arm and told him to be quiet as the boys sat at the table and joined us for breakfast. Miguel came out of his room, glared at Los Chicos, then sat beside me at the table. Things were a bit awkward and we ate mostly in silence except for Santos asking Los Chicos a few questions in Spanish. With breakfast finished, Santos said it was time for him and Miguel to go handle a few things, so they left, and I was alone with the boys. They were looking at me with what I hoped was horny eagerness, but first thing was first. I explained that each morning we would spend a little time studying math and English, and a little more time in the afternoons. In between we would work or whatever. Did they understand? Armando said, “Yes, I know,” and then spoke to Erazo who nodded. Armando then said, “Father tells us. He say school, work, and ummm,…how you say, make baby and we be your husband.” I laughed, Armando looked hurt, and I said, “No, I mean yes, yes, you are right. But I think you want the word ‘FUCK’, maybe we should start with that for your first lesson. Fuck, ass, dick, suck. And Santos is my husband, mi marido.” Sitting before me were two huge dicks that had never been tainted by rubber, never been anything but AIDs filled sperm injectors their whole lives. Fucking amazing. Fuck school, it was time to get dicked down by raw nasty meat! I motioned for Los Chicos to follow me to my bedroom. The A/C was off, the room was hot, but I wanted them sweaty and nasty and as soon as the door closed the boys were naked and trying to fill my holes. The boys were both amazing fucks, monster dicks, and shot bucket loads of cum, but while it was hot and nasty sex, having Armando cum in me while I looked at his clearly sick and infected body was beyond amazing! I was a bug chaser for sure. Los Chicos had finished pumping me full of their infected jizz and we were back in the main room cleaning up when Miguel came running up the stairs and breathlessly said, “In the Mercado, holy shit, the blood, the….they got them. They killed them.” Los Chicos did not need to hear anything more as they quickly ran down the stairs. Miguel then came close to me, looked around and whispered, “Did you? Did…..” I just smiled at him, grabbed him into a big hug and said, “No one threatens my family. No one. I told you I would handle it and remember, you are not alone now, so always come to us. Also, this is just between you and I OK little brother? We have to watch Santos’ back, but you know he would be mad if he knew, so don’t say a word.” Miguel’s eyes got wide as it all sunk in, he hugged me back, then ran down the stairs too. It appeared that five of the men that had worked for the owner of three of the shops in the Mercado had gotten into a dispute with him over wages, a fight had erupted and they all ended up dying from their wounds. Now it just so happened the owner and these men were the same ones who had threatened Miguel, and me and Santos, but only three people in the world knew that. The three shops were near the center of the market, and were part of the actual prison building with concrete block walls and metal doors, unlike the wood shanties that most of the shops were. El Capo, the boss, would now hold an auction and accept bids for these now ownerless spaces, which would then be approved by the heads of the three gangs. I needed space for my business, space just opened up, step one completed. Now on to step two. The next day started the same, an awkward breakfast, Santos left with Miguel, Los Chico fucked me full of cum, I worked with them on some English, then had them help with packing some of the drugs and other stuff on the second floor before lunch, they fucked me again, and was getting ready to start another English lesson when one of Santos’ enforcers came upstairs and told me everything was ready. I asked him to explain to Los Chicos in Spanish what I needed, they were clearly excited, and soon we were being escorted by five of the enforcers back to the room in which I first met Santos. I had been in San Pedro Sula Prison for months now, at first not by choice, but now….now I was here because there was no place else in the world I wanted to be. This was home, this was my family, this was my life. It was time to make life better and even though it may be a high price to pay in the end, the next part of the plan was ready. We entered the room and there was a prison guard waiting. I did not recognize him, but he knew me as he smiled and nodded and I realized he must have been of the guards who had fucked me that first day. Los Chicos and the enforcers were clearly uncomfortable being around a guard, but I told them to chill and wait and I went and spoke to the guard so no one else could hear. I told him I would love to see him and his friends again, loved being fucked by them, and appreciated his help making this happen. He instinctively rubbed his crotch and I made a mental note to work that angle. While I did not smoke, I always carried a pack and offered him one. The guard was part way done smoking when the door to guard controlled area of the prison opened up and a man was pushed in. “Hello Humberto,” I said. Humberto looked around the room in confusion and fear. He clearly did not know what was going on between the guard, the prisoners, the five prisoners with guns, Los Chicos, and then he looked at me again and his knees gave way a little bit. “Ah, I see you remember me,” I said as I walked up to him and stood in his personal space. Humberto was sweating, shaking, and his head was moving side to side like a guppy fish that knew a shark was about to attack. I nodded at the guard who went and stood by the door, his gun at the ready, making Humberto flinch and shake all the more. “It has been a while since I saw you Humberto, you’re looking good,” I patted his stomach as I stepped to his other side, his eyes flitting to follow me, “I see all the money you stole from me has fattened you up. Plus whatever money you got for leaving me here, but that is all past us now, yes? Let’s move on. I have a business proposition for you Humberto. I’m opening a new store and I need a steady supply of goods and you are just the man to get them for me. As the concierge of one of the nicest hotels in the city, and with the folks you know at the other hotels, this will be no problem. I am also a fair man, and will pay you a fair price for what I want and you can continue to get fat and grow old in peace. So, here’s the deal. Every Monday morning you will make a delivery to my boys here.” I paused, pointed to Los Chicos so he could get a good look at them. “You will deliver those little hotel shampoos and soaps and a few towels and little liquor bottles and whatever else I ask for. Comprende? Most of the men here cannot afford the big bottles of such things that are sold in the Mercado, but the little bottles like they have in hotels, aha! That my friend, that anyone here can afford if they want. But don’t worry, I know you cannot steal all of this from just your hotel, no no no, that is why you will work with your friends at other hotels too, see? It is all so easy.” Humberto was really sweating now and shaking his head side to side so I stepped closer and said, “Humberto, mi amigo, let me be clear, you have no choice. YOU WILL do this, and you will give me the names of other people in other hotels who will supply me too. I cannot just rely on you, you are a snake, and what if you get his by a bus? Or killed? What would I do? Oh and one more thing. You owe me $5,000 cash and you have 24-hours to get it to me. That will cover what you stole from me, what you made off this little deal, and interest. Understand?” Humberto finally found his voice, shook his head, spit at me and said, “Fuck you. Dumb ass gringo, you deserve to be in here with these…these….peasants!” I shook my head, stepped back, as the enforcers anxiously shifted their guns and Los Chicos snarled. The tension in the room was sliced open when the door to our area suddenly slammed opened, a shirtless gangbanger with a big MS-13 tattoo on his chest walked in and strutted up to Humberto, grabbed his head, and whispered in his ear, then strutted back out. Humberto was shaking really bad now as I wondered what that was about. “Uh…anything you want…OK…I…..just….ca..ca..call me at the hotel, here you ca…ca…can use my cell phone. No problem,” Humberto stammered out, spit flying from his mouth. I stepped back up to him and said, “Good, thanks for the phone, and glad we could come to an understanding. I’ll be in touch and you had better hope you never see me again. But you will be seeing lots of my boys here, every week at least and if you miss one delivery……..” As I left the room, knowing the deal was done, Humberto’s screams ricocheted off the prison walls as Los Chicos and two of the enforcers rape fucked Humberto ensuring that there was another AIDs filled dick out in the city passing along the bug. Part two of my plan was complete. I will have cash on hand to make a bid for the stores. I have secured a supply chain for goods to sell. More importantly, I have my revenge and Los Chicos got to convert a new ass. Not a bad day so far. Time to start planning how I pay my tab to MS-13. That night as I went to sleep with Santos fucking me raw and breeding me with his load, he asked me to tell him how much I wanted his AIDs, and how I wanted to be fucked by the most infected men around. The dirty talk always turned to more as I realized how much that turned me on. Men who were ill looking, had lesions or infections and told me they had AIDs, made me such a pig and I wanted all of their dick, cum, spit, and more!!! My secret was I knew I would soon get more AIDs dick then I ever thought possible. My bill to MS-13 was coming due soon, I hope Santos would never find out the price I paid.

Part2-Day 2 SE-DC Breeders Market- Philly Boys - “You ready to be violated by some Brotherly Love!” My ass was leaking cum from Lionel and D’s fucks, and Lionel had just told me the Philly boys were coming early. Our other morning meetings were cancelled and Lionel finished preparing his tray of drugs to get me good and fucked up. “Well the Market is a huge success as expected. We lost a few Mares, most bottoms cannot truly handle what they think they can, just means they needed more training and luckily we got plenty on hand. Now for the Philly boys, I did some time with their main man back a while,” Lionel said as he ground up some powder and handed me a plate to begin snorting lines, “He’s one bad ass and a big freak and he and his boys will fuck anything with a hole, and I mean anything! I told him about you, so we gonna go and meet him, handle a little business, then see what’s down.” Lionel got dressed and ordered me to put on my uniform for the week, the black t-shirt and jeans and he then clamped the diamond studded collar around my neck, hooked the big chain to the link in back, let out a low whistle and said, “Damn bitch! Seeing you like that – nothing but a collared AIDs whore - makes my dick hard and you already milked me! If we had a little more time would jump you again, but we gots to go. Here, clean this plate, I mixed a little something extra in this morning so when you start losing focus, no worries, it’s all good.” Lionel led me by the chain out of his suite to the cat calls, whistles, and verbal smack of every one of his crew we passed. Glad they liked my hole! We went down a floor to a room that had a couple of large cushioned chairs, small bar in the wall, TV playing porn on, quiet, private. While we waited Lionel emptied a baggy, cut out more lines and told me to start cleaning them up. I was in mid snort when someone knocked on the door and his crew led a man in. The main man for the Philly boys walked in, about 5”10, 45, slight gut, beard, meaty hands, he and Lionel laughed, did a man hug, and I just turned, wiped my nose, and let the drugs begin to course as I waited, and wondered what his dick was like. Fuck I was horny! The man from Philly walked over, looked me up and down with a smile, turned to Lionel and said, “So THIS is that while slut you told me about? Really? Besides that collar shit you got on him, he don’t look like no freak. You sure?” I held out my hand and introduced myself, the Philly man turned to me and sneered, “Names don’t matter none. Your man knows how to reach me, now before me and your man here does some grown man business, hand me that plate, then let’s see what you got. The man from Philly cleaned a few lines, reached down, unbuttoned my jeans, turned me around, and let out a long, low whistle, “Look at the phat booty on that white boy! Nice and thick and got some meat! Fuck yeah – just how’s we like to pump-n-grind-em.” Lionel laughed and said, “It’s cause of all the milky black spit this snake been putting up there! That hole may be pink on the outside, but those guts are coated thick and black on the inside.” They both laughed at that as Lionel and the man from Philly sat in the chairs, dragging me and the plate along for company. Lionel had me kneel on the floor beside his chair, which brought flashes of memory back of the many times I had done that for Dr Mike, and I suddenly missed him really badly, the thought of Dr Mike pozzing my ass, and pimping me out, damn was making me horny and antsy. I don’t know if I whimpered or was just too obvious with my fidgeting, but Lionel yanked my chain and said, “Crawl over there, put that mouth to some use.” I crawled across the carpeted floor, the man from Philly stood up, dropped his pants, sat back down as Lionel handed him the plate and I began to suckle on his dick like a newborn puppy. I was flying high and enjoying his nice dick as they chatted and dealed. I was zoned out sucking when the Philly man roughly grabbed my head, pushed me back, Lionel yanked me to my feet by the chain, the Philly man turned me around, spit on his fingers, shoved them in my hole, and then followed them with his spit coated dick and a few deep strokes later he unloaded a thick wad of cum in my hungry ass. He sat back down, grabbed the chain from Lionel and said, “Work that pretty mouth of yours again like before so I can coat this end too. My boys gonna love crawling up inside you. He and Lionel continued to talk shop while I got his dick hard again and I did not even realize he was close, but welcomed his hot load and gulped it down. Lionel yanked my chain, I crawled back beside his chair, and Lionel said, “Time to get this slut really fucked up. Your boys up for some savage breeding? What you think? They might want some white bitch pussy hole to beat down?” The man from Philly laughed and said, “You got no idea. You better use caution cause they be hustlers, dealers, and homeboys that are some tight freaks. I got them down relaxing with their 420 and rock, so if you toss them some meat, they gonna TEAR THAT SHIT UP!” They both laughed again as Lionel lit up one of his special smokes, took several long drags, then handed it to me. My head was spinning, my insides were all hot as wave after wave of heat spread down through my guts, my ass tingled and ached for dick, and I went along for the ride. Lionel knew I was almost ready, so he had me stand up and said to the man from Philly, “Let me go make a special delivery to your boys. Then you and me can take a tour and handle our business, while they handle theirs.” Lionel walked me out and led me down one floor to a large room that I had seen before. It was sort of a sports lounge feel, with a huge half circle leather couch, couple big flat screen TVs on the wall, a full bar of liquor and drugs, and several dark alcoves around the walls with padded beds or chairs or fuck benches in them for something a little more private if one wanted to close the curtains. We stopped outside the door and I could hear the muffled sounds of several men coming through the door and I tensed in excitement and hunger. Lionel lit a smoke, handed it to me and said, “Take as many long, deep hits on this as you can. No worries, you will be so fucking horny but will still have a great fucking time.” I stood in the hall doing as Lionel ordered while some of his crew guarded the hall and watched, rubbing their dicks, and Lionel shoved his hand down the back of my jeans and began fingering my hole. “I think tomorrow you wear something different. I want easy access. Keep hitting that smoke, you like that? Tell me how you missed this dick? I missed that pussy, I missed you being my dirty AIDs slut. My crew all bred you last night, you know that? No, you were gone baby, way gone and flying, but they did. Fuck I love watching you being used up like the whore you are. Feel me making your hole red red? Look at my nails, got them coated, so you be ready for those Philly boys. You give them a good time, hear me?” I nodded as I finished up the last of the smoke, Lionel took the blunt and put it out, opened the door and we stepped into the den. I was so high and floating, and it seemed like I was standing beside my body watching everything happen a few seconds after it did. There were 6 or 7 guys in the room at least, a few were at the bar, some were on the couch watching a game, some were further back in the shadows. Lionel introduced himself, told them their man upstairs had sent me down to help keep them occupied until they finished their business. One of the Philly Boys stepped forward, a guy about my age and size, took the chain from Lionel and led me further into the room. As he left Lionel told them his rules, “I hope you boys know how to use a slut right, but remember, nothing broken, no bruises on the face, and no fisting. This shit here is his smokes – his only. Make him hit one every hour or so. Anything else – have at it and be the nasty-fucking-freaks I have heard you boys are. Aight?” The door closed, the wolves in the den gathered and growled and pounced on me like I was a pork chop – the other white meat. I thought those fuckers might be more reserved, but not at all. I was naked within seconds, with them fighting over the chain, slapping at my ass, spitting on my face, asking me if I ever been gang fucked like a good white whore. They asked about my biohazard tat, the tats on my arms from Deacon, and more, but my mouth was stuffed with dick, so could not really reply. The scuffling among the wolves lasted a few minutes until the alpha Philly boy of the pack barked his orders and chaos turned into a more organized fuck down. I was surrounded by hot black flesh, sweating, rubbing against me, dicks and mouths and hands all caressing me. It was fucking amazing! My high continued to hit the clouds, as I was fed streams of hot piss, cum in my throat, and my ass was fucked wide and deep as my collar and chain kept me at their command. There were too many to really focus on when one stopped and another started, my mind would sort of register a bit later that it felt like someone new was inside my ass. I was thrown against the couch, bent over the back, as one of the boys climbed up my wet ass and another jumped on the couch to feed my mouth. The one in my mouth seemed huge compared to the others, although none of them were skimpy in the dick department. They all felt good, and my wet, red-tinged hole at them up. It was the end of round one and I had cum and piss running down my legs, my body was wet from being pissed and spit on, and one by one the boys got what they needed and moved on to smoke their weed and rock, chill, and recharge. My high was starting to quickly fade when the guy who first grabbed my chain rattled it in my face and dragged me stumbling to one of the large bathrooms at the back. While the SE-DC Breeders Market was a very public place to fuck and get nasty, there were spaces for privacy, and the bathrooms were one. The Philly boy got me inside, locked the door, and had me lean/sit against the sink counter. His dick was rock hard, nice and long, and pressed against my stomach as he stood in front me, grabbed my head between both hands and started kissing me long and hard. He then began to lick my face, cleaning me up like a wolf would clean their pup. “Oh baby, you got a sweet sweet hole on you. I could make some Benjamins with you up in Philly. You lookin? You wanna come work for Grif? No corner for you, but Southside daddies would pay premium for no holds slut like you. Hmmm Hmmm, yes that’s what I’m thinking. Get you hold up, sling that hole while I sling some rock, sell out of that two-for-one happy meal.” I smiled and said, “I’ll do anything you want if you think you can keep my hole full of the biggest, baddest dick Philly’s got?” Grif laughed, kissed me and spit swapped, then said, “Oh baby, we all here, you getting the biggest and baddest already.” Grif continued to kiss me for a while, then turned me around, and gently slid inside my sloppy hole. He reached out and touched his own reflection in the mirror, stroking his own chest as he fucked me. Yeah the boy was a freak, so I let him do his thing until he grunted, spat in my guts with some more Philly nut, then let me lick him off. Grif then turned around and asked me to lick his ass. Now, as a bottom, have at me, few things I won’t do, but ass is not my thing, especially when it smells like he had not wiped himself. What makes a top think a bottom wants that? Grif was getting pretty insistent so I told him it was time for my smoke, so we could do his thing later. He nodded, took me back out into the den, sat me at the bar where I had a drink, hit the smoke, and prepared for round two. I was not even half way done smoking when the anxious wolves began to circle again, so I teased, swacked at their bouncing dicks, asked if that was all they got, and egged them on by saying I bet the Westside guys from Baltimore would be better fucks. Well that got their hackles up. I was flying again when the pack dragged me into the middle of the den and laid me bent over one of the padded benches they had dragged out of one of the alcove areas. These were all designed based somewhat on equipment that Dr Mike and Charles both had as it allowed a bottom to be elevated with their hole at the right height and they could be tied to the bench by their wrists and ankles if needed. The Philly boys put me chest down, a hard dick was shoved into my mouth, each arm was held down as my back and head were rubbed by rough freak hands, my legs were held apart as someone else began striping my ass with a belt. My muffled screams were drowned out by the Philly boys verbal and physical assault. As my ass was beat, they began slapping my back, my face, the spit flew as the racial play began. The boys shifted positions as one cummed, the next in line took his place, as they continued their beatdown. Welts formed on my ass and back as they shifted the belt to make sure the buckle made contact, and their piss began to sting now with every drop. I was then flipped onto my back, my head hanging over the end so my throat could be stuffed and drilled as hard as my gaping ass was. I was choking and gagging as they force fucked my throat and pounded past my gag reflex. Snot ran from my nose, tears from my eyes, mixing with the spit they lobbed at me. They tore at my nipples, slapped my torso, and began to cover my fresh side with matching welts as the buckle did its damage. My legs were held up and back as one after the other worked my ass with their big raw dicks. In my mind I was begging for their AIDs cum, asking for any infection they had, wanting more, needed more, this was not enough. I then realized that there was one of them who I did not think had fucked me. He seemed to be the one helping direct traffic so to speak, always holding one of my legs back, or adjusting my position for the others. I wondered why, and then saw as he stepped back, dropped his basketball shorts, the reason. The fucker had the biggest dick there, gigantic, thick, round, and dangerous. I kept my eye on the big dicked guy as the boys worked their way around. My high was coming down and I was ready to smoke, and the fear of that dick seemed to sober me up quickly. I was being throat fucked by one of the boys while eyeing the big dicked fucker when he saw me staring. He gave me a little evil glare, snarled his upper lip a bit, stroked his dick, rubbed it over my stomach and sides showing me how far in my guts he could go, and nodded. I closed my eyes thinking of the bliss to come. When that round finished, Grif led me back to the bathroom. He did not let me wipe off, but again licked my face clean of his boy’s cum, spit, and my own mess. I was shocked to see the big, raw, welts now covering my body, arms, legs, and had not realized they had striped me like that. This time when Grif turned around, I obliged, and it made his dick so ready to explode that he lasted only seconds back up my drooling ass and cursed me as a whore with every drop he shot. I told Grif I had to piss and he said no, I had to hold it. We went back out, I sat the bar, shakily gulped a drink down and lit up one of my smokes from Lionel. Thank God that shit was good. I still did not know what it was, but loved how fucked up it made me. The Philly boys seemed pretty mellow for the moment, most of them were sitting on the couch, smoking their weed and rock, chatting, I would hear the occasional reference to the ‘slut’, ‘whore’, ‘hear that pussy clap’ and more, so it seemed like they were having a good time. I sure was. I was lost in thought when I felt the heat of someone standing in front of me and two large hands rubbing up and down my thighs. I focused and realized it was the man with the gigantic dick, which was now hanging long and low to his left. “You almost there,” he said with the sexiest voice I had ever heard – well besides Deacon. A voice full of power, sex, menace, and promise of nastiness. “I like big, sloppy, beat up pussy. Don’t want it tight. Want to fuck like I fuck my girl and even she has a hard time.” While I took another hit and held it deep in my lungs and wondered how much sloppier my hole could get, I could feel the growing hardness of his dick as he continued, “They all try to run.” My ass twitched and some cum, blood, and ass juice ran out and coated the bar stool as my hole tried to open right then for him. He looked down, saw the wetness, snarled his upper lip again and pushed me backwards in the chair a bit with his left hand as his right hand shoved under me, found my wet hole and he began working his fingers round and round, creating a cascade of more wetness down his hand and onto his wrist. “Damn! Yeah right there, twiddle that twat, make you leak and slick me up, here, lick my nipple.” I set the smoke down, started chewing on his nipple as his hand pushed into my ass and his body hid from the rest of the world our moment alone. He pulled his wet hand out from under me and I licked him clean as he said, “Yes, you are almost there,” and then walked away. FUCK! I was ready now – or so I thought. I relit my smoke, finished it off, and Grif and another guy was there ready and waiting for another round. I got fucked on about every surface and piece of furniture in the room and every conceivable position. The pack had separated a bit now, as the wolves balls and dicks were no longer aligned in their timing, but they kept my ass and mouth full and loaded with cum and piss. They continued to slap me, choke me, and welt my body and luckily the drugs let me just focus on the pleasure of it all and I did not really notice any pain. In between fucks and while being dragged to some new spot, I kept trying to look at gigantic dick, and every time I did his long, black shaft seemed harder. My next trip to the bathroom was with some other guy as it looked like Grif was taking a nap. This guy fucked me missionary style on the cold, tile floor, and then pissed up my ass, then fucked me more, pushing his piss deeper, creating a foul stew of bodily fluids. He was laying on top of me, his dick slowly going soft when the door opened and the gigantic dicked guy walked in. “Get out,” he said. The guy on me pulled out, closed the door and left. I stayed on the floor, the guy tossed a towel onto the floor by the toilet and pulled the chain so I went over and kneeled on it. He opened the toilet seat and said, “Sit up straight.” So I did expecting him to piss in my mouth. Instead he began to slowly fuck my mouth, gently moving his head around my mouth what little he could due to the size. I was slapped back to reality, my head was clenched between his two powerful hands, and he began to force his gigantic dick down my used throat. My gag reflex had been beaten up and shut down by the other boys, but my body still fought the loss of air. My throat tried to squeeze the intruder out, while my lungs tried to suck in air, with no luck. “You sit fucking right there, don’t you fucking move,” he said, “That’s it, fight my dick, I told you they all try to run.” He kept pressing his dick down my throat and my hands scrambled to find the piss covered toilet to hang onto as he raped my throat. My stomach began to revolt and everything began to rise like an unleashed fire hydrant, yet he still kept my throat plugged. I tried to push him away and as he yanked his dick out of my throat in one mad tug, he turned my head so that I filled the toilet with the contents of my stomach. I was gasping as he turned my head back to him and repeated. Squeeze my head, fuck deep, choke and gag, turn my head and wretch. After the third time there was not a drop of spit even that came up, just the gasping rattles for breath. He continued to throat fuck while my mind raced. My high was gone, my throat was beyond abused. When would this stop? All the while I was trying to beg for his cum. I finally dropped my hands, quit trying to push him away, he sighed and said, “That’s right, you taking it like a good whore now. You been teasing me all day wagging that sloppy cunt around, but you know what? I can fuck longer and cum more times than all that black dick out there. They just the opening act. I KNOW I can make you bleed and my seed is some tough shit, so you going to get knocked up real good. Let’s see if you about ready for the main event!” With that the gigantic dick unleashed a cascade of cum down my throat as my temples were squeezed in the vise of his hands and his body shuddered and shook. As he pulled out I sucked him clean with what breath I had. He slapped my head and walked away, leaving me beside the toilet. This was my first moment alone in hours. I pissed, sat on the toilet and let the juices all flow out and relished the great relief of all the pressure. I was washing my face when Grif and two of the guys found me, told me I was a bad whore for disobeying, as he and the crew began to cover me anew in welts and piss and spit. They dragged me back to the bar and let me smoke, which seared my throat and burned like Hades from the brutal throat fuck. Then the wolves came out to play. Time was all mixed up and I was so full of cum I could barely stand. I was finishing up another smoke when the guy with the gigantic dick came over, stood in front of me, and I instinctively raised my legs up and out and pushed my hole to the edge of the stool. His curled his upper lip in a sneer, rammed as much of his right hand as he could into my ass, wiggled it, nodded, and left it there while I gasped and finished up my smoke. He pulled me off the bar stool, his dick pointing the way, as he led me to an alcove at the far back on the side of the hallway. The rest of the pack were working to get their strength back after their last kill – infecting me with their AIDs and STDs. I still did not know his name, it did not matter, I was so high as he pushed me back so I was sitting on the edge of the padded bed, he turned and closed the curtains, looked at me nodded and I opened mouth to welcome him back. There was no easy going this time as he pounded my throat balls deep and I took it as his dick continued to expand. He then pulled his dick away, a trail of snot, tears, and spit still connecting my face to his death stick as he reached down onto the floor, grabbed a black gym back and tossed it onto the bed beside me. I watched as he pulled out a blindfold and tossed it aside. Other items were pulled out, analyzed, and tossed into the pile on the bed. The small black case he gently set to the side before bringing out a round, black bar with what looked handcuffs built into it. “Open your mouth,” he said, his voice laced with menace and intent. I did and he stuffed a bandana into my mouth, then tied it into place with another bandana tied tight around my head. My body began to shake, the drugs, the use and abuse, and now the fear and desperate desire to feel him fuck me and breed me all began to crash together into one wave. A tsunami was forming. “Get on your hands and knees,” he said. I got doggy style, he reached between my open legs with both hands, grabbed my wrists, and pulled my arms out from under me as he yanked my hands back between my legs. I fell on my face and had to fight to turn my head in order to breathe, while my ass was up, open, and waiting. His grip tightened as he growled, “Don’t fucking move,” and I felt the cold of metal now clamp around my wrists and ankles, joining my left wrist and left ankle next to each other, holding them in place as the sound of metal made its way to my right and my right wrist and ankle were also locked down. He had used the bar to truss me up like some farm animal. He pulled me roughly backwards on the bed, “They all try to run. You won’t. NO RUNNING FOR YOU! I’ve been waiting all fucking day for this. Oh, but one more thing.” I heard a zipper, some rattling, then I felt an intense sting and burning in my ass cheek. What the fuck? He laughed a little as he rubbed the spot and said, “You feel that yet? I want you good and sober for my beat down baby and this right here is going to make those clouds disappear, you hear me? I can tell you getting brighter already. No worries, I got a little something to fuck you right back up when I am done. I ate my Wheaties this morning so we going to get down.” The world turned white hot as the tsunami that had been forming crashed through the last of my high, unleashed by his gigantic raw dick tearing through my ass. My cries of agony were muffled by the gag in my mouth, my body a prisoner locked and chained for him to mount and use. I couldn’t focus on what he was saying as the pain pounded in my ears, my skull, my hole pounded as the waves collided one onto the other. Did I pass out? I don’t know, but when I could focus even the slightest again there was no let up, just a deep drilling by his dark dick, pounding my guts into submission. He had angled his dick and was banging against my kidneys and I began to piss. I could not tell him with the gag and don’t think he cared and actually think he liked that and knew as he seemed to focus on that spot and tried to get even deeper by yanking me back onto his dick. I had not been fucked like that since Deacon, a total and true rape with no control, no way out, and I was shown what a true AIDs whore was used for. His gigantic cock shot his first load, then pulled back and began working my outer hole. Seems like the brutal tops like doing that, making the hole gape and open so they can see what damage they’ve done. He seemed to get super hard doing that, just pounding in and out of my abused outer ring, and took his time to shoot load number two. While I wanted him to stop, part of me didn’t and I wanted more, more of his AIDs seed. He did not disappoint as he grabbed my bruised and blood splattered hips, roughly flipped me onto my side, rolled me on my back, so I could see for the first time the bar to which my wrists and ankles were cuffed. His black dick gleamed in a coating of cum and blood, my eyes trying to show him I wanted more. The Philly boy grabbed onto the bar I was cuffed to, pushed my prisoned body back and up a little and slammed his gigantic dick back in my ass. I whimpered and moaned, he pulled out, rocked me towards him and leaned over and said, “You want me to stop? Too late for that baby, you on your period now. I learned this little trick when I got out of prison, best way to make a hole big and sloppy and now you just right for my dick. Like that hole made for it! You want me to stop? NO? Oh you nasty slut!” He pushed the prison bar back, my hole flashed red and gaping and he jumped back in. Within several strokes my own orgasm began to build as my insides were rocked by his dick and I trembled and shook and cried out into my gag as I shot all over myself while he continued pounding me. His knuckles were white from gripping the bar so hard as he slammed his dick into me, ensuring that every thrust bruised my guts and I could feel the hot wetness now streaming out of my hole, running down my back, and the look in his eyes of hunger as he shot his third load of infected cum into my shredded ass was of a wolf who had found his first kill in a long time. It took a while for him to get soft as he continued to work my destroyed hole. He let go of the bar, pulled out, making me feel so empty now as the cool air whispered across my gaping ass. The cuffs were unlocked, the bar set aside, my sore body collapsed onto itself as he yanked me forward, tore off the gags and forced his dick into my mouth to clean and to taste his mark on me. My mouth was so dry, but his dick so wet, it was a perfect match. He pushed me away, packed up his bag, flipped me back over, and I felt another sting in my ass as he pressed against me and said, “I’m going to make sure that whatever this business is we all in together includes more time with you baby and I got just the plan as my daddy and his bar buddies always like it when I find them good white pussy they can rape with no questions asked and you are just what we need. In the meantime, my boys here will get plenty more use out of you and that sloppy cunt.” “Come on now, wake the fuck up. Those boys did you up for fuck sake, I can see that. Holy fucking shit!” Lionel was kneeling beside the couch, sticking a needle into my arm, and began tapping the vein he had just injected. “Those dumb hood rats don’t know shit. They may like to fuck a passed out bitch, but not me or my crew. Come on now, stand up, I got some fresh smoke for you and the line is waiting. Some of my crew want a nutt and from how all marked up and covered you are in red red I bet that white hole is blossoming like a fucking rose! Let me look! HOLY SHIT YOU TORE UP! Those Philly boys are bad. Well my crew just has to wait, you’re my bitch this week and I want to coat you when you still fresh off your fuck down.” In a flash I was face down back on the couch with Lionel fucking my ass and his previous warning came back to me, “EVERY NIGHT YOU ARE HERE WILL END WITH ME AND THE BOYS ON MY CREW FUCKING YOU TIL YOU CAN’T STAND! YOU READY FOR ALL THAT?” Was day 2 over yet? I couldn’t believe when my mind said, “I hope not, I want more!” Stay tuned for Part 3-Day 2: Dwayne and Malcolm Return, and the Stealth Fuck

Chapter 6: Full on infection and Control Machete Shows me What They Got - “I think you now have my AIDs Little Papi, mi mujer. I am always inside you now, always with you. I want you to have more AIDs dick, and there is not better time then when you are sick. So I am going to make sure you get fucked as much as possible while you are sick. You want my AIDs forever don’t you mi mujer? You going to be my AIDs mujer? OH FUCK PAPI….” Santos was true to his word and I got fucked more when I was sick, then even before, but I’ll come back to that in a minute. I did not have to worry about things getting dirty. I had diarrhea like out of some Stephen King novel, whoosh, splat, and that first day I spent more time on the toilet then in my bed with it coming out of both ends. After that, there was nothing left in me to give. I was still wicked nauseous and just the thought of food made me feel worse. Santos sent Miguel to the Mercado along with one of the enforcers who came back with two bags full of bottled water for me to drink. The worse, the absolute worse part was the fever. Santos had the A/C turned off in our room as he said the fever was showing us how the virus was moving in my blood through my body and the A/C would just make me catch pneumonia or something. I was so hot! I did not care if Miguel saw me naked, or anyone else, as I lay drenched in sweat on the bed, miserable and aching. By day two I had a big fever blister on my lip, which made me even more self-conscious, but to Santos it was a sign, a sign that this truly was the fuck-flu and that I had HIV and more. After it felt like I had shit myself to death, the first man Santos brought after he had fucked me again was a total surprise, Sagastume Fajardo, the palabreros or leader of MS-13. I tried to sit up, but Santos pushed me back down onto the bed as he sat beside me and began rubbing my forehead. That always made me feel better. The MS-13 leader pulled a chair over, sat down, set a box with several bottles of Guaro on the floor, then lit up a cigarette and smiled. “You are right mi hermano,” he said to Santos as he used the hand holding his cigarette to gesture my way, “Our gringo mujer looks like shit! Looks like this one is marked for sure, marked for death by MS-13 cum!” He laughed at that and I just moaned, from feeling miserable and not seeing the humor as the sweat continued to run from my body like rats from a sinking ship. “Isn’t it dangerous for you to be here?” I asked. The leader of MS-13 leaned closer, “No worries muchacho. Much has changed. One of our errors in the past was leaving El Capo alone too much without seeing us. Now, now each of us will come visit often, and others from our gangs as well to show we are united in this……this new way of conducting ourselves and our business. So mi hermano, I know you have much to do and our mujer here and I are old friends, so I thought I would stay and visit for a few hours and see what I could do to make him feel better, well me feel better!” Once again he laughed and I began to realize what he might have in mind. Santos rubbed my forehead, gave it a good-bye kiss, then said, “I’ll make sure you are not disturbed. I’ll be back later,” and then left. The leader of MS-13 stood up, locked the door, took off his Chicago Bulls t-shirt and pants, and once again left on his black boots while he said, “Ahh, that feels much better.” He sat back down in the chair, the wood creaking as he scooted the chair right up to the side of the bed so that he was now sitting parallel to me, lit up another cigarette and while holding it between his teeth, reached down and opened one of the bottles of Guaro that he brought. After several large swigs, he handed it to me and said, “Here, this is the good shit we had before and in your condition it will not take a lot for you to feel it.” I pushed myself up onto my right arm and with my left hand shakily took the bottle and put it to my lips. The first swallow made me gag, choke, and cough as he laughed, the second burned going down and felt like a flaming tire in my stomach. The third gulp put out the roaring flames, so that now just the slow steady burn of embers remained. I handed the bottle back to him, plopped back onto the bed and closed my eyes, feeling the liquor kick in and the first little bit of relief from the fuck-flu misery. “Let’s talk a little, do you mind? Here, put your head in my lap, nurse on my polla, he has missed you and I know it will make you feel better,” the MS-13 leader said. He turned his chair a little so I could scoot up and drape myself across his thighs while guiding his dick into my open mouth. The raw and hardening dick responded to my tongue and I knew he had not washed in days. I loved the smell of him and the taste of his salty, sweat and funk covered dick. It did not taste of old cum, or like he had been fucking, just that his dick has been nestled against his body, waiting, waiting for a chance to be appreciated. The leader of MS-13 continued talking as I gently nursed on his dick, “Mi hermano has told me that all is well with you and him and how you stayed, how you have taken care of him and his men. You know his enforcers are like his family. He also told me more and as I said to you the last time I saw you, you had my blessings.” He took his left hand and began rubbing my forehead like Santos had done. “I owe my life to mi hermano, many times, many times, and recent events have shown me even more how important he is to me. You know he could have been El Capo? Yes? At first I thought he was crazy for not taking it, for not taking the power that we were willing to give him. But this new set up is much better, I see that now, and it was all his idea. No matter what, he still has great power and I know you worry about him. Do not worry, he is mi hermano, we will watch out for him – they all will watch out for him, for if they do not – well, you saw what can happen. And we will watch out for you as well mi gringo mujer. You are part of the family now and I like you, I really do, but remember, NEVER BETRAY us, or………” All this talk of power and retribution had made the mammoth dick I had been nursing stand at full attention and wanting to fight. The blood pulsed through the veins up and down the shaft, his balls priming the pump with a steady flow of thick and shiny precum. Even in my current state my ass wanted to be bred by him. “Let me see,” the leader of MS-13 said as he grabbed my face, turned it towards him and up as he leaned a bit to the right. “It will take several days for your lips to heal from your blisters. I have to tell you, it feels pretty fucking wild when you run your lips along my shaft, I can feel them. You know what they mean? They mean my other infections have taken in you as well, here, open your mouth like you’re putting on lipstick, let me rub my dripping dick around those nasty lips, give you some more of my bugs, aaahhhh mi mujer, aaahhhhh.” That was pretty weird, but sort of hot at the same time. This man was going to throw down some dirty sex!! I continued to rub my blister covered lips on his dick and the leader of MS-13 pushed my face hard onto it, making one of the sores on my lip crack and open up. He pulled my face away, looked and confirmed that had happened, then rubbed my lips and down his dick even harder, working the infected seepage all over his shaft and head. “So, how did you enjoy your visit with David? I know he could not give you what I did, but did you enjoy it? Did he shoot inside that gringo pussy? Tell me, did he give you some filthy Calle 18 leche? Yeah, see you are learning. In here there are many types of power, many ways to get power, share power, and dispense power, and sex is one of them. Santos knows this better than anyone and you mi gringo mujer, you now have power too. See? My polla is at your wish and command.” He laughed again at his own words, as I thought about what he had just said. I did not really think before that I could help Santos, but I guess I was, and knowing that I had even a little bit of power made me horny. The leader of MS-13 was squirming in the chair bit time now and I knew he was not going to be satisfied with just my mouth for much longer. I pulled away, grabbed the Guaro, and emptied the bottle. He was smiling a knowing smile when I handed it back to him and said, “I may want some more, so I hope you are not planning to use all of those other bottles on my ass.” He laughed hard at that, put his cigarette out on the floor, stood up and guided his dick into my waiting my mouth and throat fucked me. When he had gotten his dick nice and wet in my throat, he pulled out, said something in Spanish I could not understand, reached down, grabbed one of my legs and spun me around so I was kneeling on the floor, my torso and chest on the bed and ass out and waiting to be bred. He grabbed one of the pillows off the bed and had me put it under my knees for a little cushion. “How do you want this banger dick mi mujer, my AIDs slut? ” he asked. “I want a no mercy fuck, no stopping, no mercy for my culo as I get bred and my pussy gets infected with gangbanger dick. You little dicked fucker, will have to find me some real dick from Calle 18, don’t know why I’m wasting my time with some boy dick from MS-13.” The leader of MS-13 was not used to anyone mouthing off to him like that and I think I shocked him, but at the same time he realized he liked that shit as his dick bounced and twitched. He reached forward, cuffed my head and said, “What the fuck did you say? You think I got a little dick? Huh? You nasty little gringo cunt!!” He spit on his fingers, drove them deep into my waiting hole making me yelp, pulled them out, positioned his dick at my hole and pushed in just enough so he was lodge in my ass ring. He then leaned forward wrapping his fingers around my face, covering my mouth and resting his arms on my back and he pressed me down and growled, “ONLY MS-13 CAN GIVE YOU WHAT YOU WANT – ONLY MS-13 CAN FUCK YOU WITH NO MERCY!!” I cried out into his hands as he ripped my guts open with his mammoth dick, the sound muffled by his angry grip. “Tell me again fresa, tell me again what you want,” he demanded. “I want some big Calle 18 dick, a dick I can FEEL!” I gasped out as he temporarily loosened his grip, then immediately clamped his fingers tighter, covering my airways, squeezing my head as he bloodied my hole. “YOU DAMN AIDS SLUT, YOU JUST A FRESA NOW, JUST A FRESA FOR ME TO USE!! You like that? Huh? That’s what you want? FUCK! Look what you’ve made me do, damn it, fuck that ass is bleeding.” The leader of MS-13 pummeled my torn hole, angry, confused, and hornier then he had ever been. Sweat was now pouring off of him as he drove deeper into my ass and he shifted his hand from covering my face to around my neck, “Make me you mujer, give me that MS-13 dick!” I gasped, “No limits, no mercy mi marido, no marido, I give myself to you anyway you want, I want to be your AIDs wife, make me bleed for you, that’s it, I will always be yours, always be your pussy, your AIDs pussy, FUCK ME!!” He clenched my throat harder, the bed was banging against the wall as he slam fucked me, tearing his way in and out with every thrust. “That’s it, rape my culo, rape me marido, infect me, rape me!!” His gangbanger dick buried itself as deep as it could as his fingers tightened on my throat and his body convulsed in wave after wave of ecstatic bliss. The MS-13 dick jumped in my guts as it unloaded a hot, steady stream of satisfaction. He slowly pulled his dick out of my ass, a stream of blood and cum splattering the concrete floor before he reached down, swung my legs up, and rolled me onto my back onto the bed. He was still rock hard as he pushed my legs back and dropped down into my gaping and waiting hole. “There’s no running from me,” the leader of MS-13 said as he used his body weight to keep my legs up and back, while he moved his arms under each shoulder and wrapped his hands back around my neck. “Carojo mujer! THAT was a fuck. You know me I see, you know what to say to bring it all out, you know just how to please me. Did you like that my AIDs slut? Did you like your husband raping your pussy, making your gringo pussy bleed, having no mercy? Hmmm……I can tell by your hole clenching on my dick you did. I did not expect that. Hmmm….. I think I need to find someplace a little more private so that next time I can show the fresa what a real prison rape is like…..hmmmmm……yes…….see what you do to me mujer. Would you like that? I held way back the first time, and some today too. But I don’t want to hold back. No, I want to take you….ahhhhh, but not today. Today we will make love mi mujer. Dime lo que quieres! Tell me what you want!” I got two more loads with him on top of me like that before he rolled off. He chain smoked a couple in a row, we had some more to drink, he stared in awe and wonder at the remnants of our first fuck on the floor beside the bed before he wiped it up so not a trace was left, before he gently washed my ass of for me and using his fingers made sure the only thing coming out was more of his buried cum. The most powerful man in the prison was sitting back in the chair, smoking, rubbing my forehead when Santos returned. “Mi hermano, there you are. Thank you for being so kind and allowing me to visit this afternoon. It is time for me to go.” The leader of MS-13 bent down, rubbed a finger around my lips and said, “I look forward to see you again.” No sooner was he out the door then Santos was dropping his pants and crawling onto the bed, fumbling to get my legs up and said, “Little Papi, I know he fucked you, I can smell it, and I can see that your ass is bruised and swollen, damn I want to cum in you. Can you take some more, please? Please Little Papi?” I had to laugh as he looked too funny with his pants around his ankles and that look on his face. I of course agreed, but did feel some shame as I wondered about the next time with MS-13, I wondered what he had planned. Several days later I was feeling much better, my lips had healed, and life had returned to normal, well as normal as one can get in a prison. Santos had brought several other men by to fuck me, including the Goat and Oscar and the infected ones I had met in the room before, and of course some of his enforcers stopped to check on me and take my temperature in their special way. I think they were happiest of all once I was better as I started cooking for them again and felt good knowing they got at least one decent meal a day. I was down on the second floor helping sort some business product when Santos came in, looking tense. I followed him upstairs and he said, “In about 10 minutes the new leaders of Control Machete will arrive for a meeting. Can you just make sure we have something to drink? I do not trust them, and would have you stay downstairs, but everyone must understand this is my life, so…” I was concerned and offered stay downstairs with Miguel and the guys, but Santos shook his head and before we knew it Miguel was on the stairs saying they had arrived. The two men who came up the stairs looked impossibly young. They were both cut, had long wavy hair, dressed like the Burro in nice shirt and pants, and no tattoos that I could see. These guys run a gang? Santos made introductions, we sat at the table, and Santos poured drinks. The two guys did not acknowledge my presence, and seemed tense in the discussions they had with Santos. Before long their voices started to rise, one of them flicked his hand towards me, Santos got very tense, and I did not know what was going on. I was ready to go get the guys down stairs when the two from Control Machete stood up, one knocking his chair over in the process, and stormed out. Santos quickly returned to his calm, cool demeanor and said, “Do not worry. They are young, and new to being in charge. We just do not always agree, that is all. Not like when their Uncle ran things. He felt it was time to pass the torch, and so the cousins are now in charge. Control Machete, at least here, is mostly one big connected family. They call come from the same region of the country and one way or the other seem to be related. While they may be from the country, they are no less dangerous, and some of the most famous death squad members were part of their family. I also believe – but we found no proof – that they were far more involved with El Capo and his plans than we know.” The evening ended quietly, and the next day seemed like all the rest. It was late in the afternoon and Santos had said he would be back late and as he left said, “I am always nearby Little Papi.” That had become I think his way of saying he loved me and helping me not to worry, but I still did. Anyways, I had cleaned things and had just unbuttoned my jeans and sat in the chair to take off my sneakers when I was surprised by someone knocking on the doorway. I looked up, and there was a man about 60 or 65, bald, with a gray goatee. I did not recognize him and said, “Sorry, Santos has gone out. If you go downstairs I’m sure one of his men can help you.” The man smiled, clasped his hands together, shook his head, and said, “Please forgive me for the intrusion, but no. I am not here to see Santos, I am here to see you.” I got a little nervous at that and stood up to button my pants and I don’t know what. The man stepped towards me and said, “No, no, please, sit, I have been rude. My name is Elder Sancho Romero, I believe you met my nephews yesterday?” Oh, so this must be the Uncle. “Yes, yes, of course, please come in and sit and let me get you something to drink. What would you like?” I asked. He said he liked brandy, so I brought a bottle of that for him, Guaro for me, and joined him at the table. “I have already spoken with Santos,” Sancho said, “My nephews, they have much to learn, and in here, here we must all work together to make the life a life, you understand?” I shook my head yes as I emptied my first glass as he continued, “And so I wanted to come to see you too. To apologize on behalf of Control Machete. Sometimes the young ones think they are so progressive and know so much – BAH! I am sorry for the way my nephews behaved and hope that the next time you meet them you will not hold yesterday against them.” I assured him I would not, refilled his glass and mine, and enjoyed the next several minutes of general conversation about his family, the prison, and ways he thought things could be made better. “May I be honest,” he asked me, “My nephews, they have a difficult time making sense of the Santos they know with the Santos they see here – with you, you understand? They are too new to prison and to life to understand that just because you may fuck a man does not mean you are a fresa. Especially in here, sometimes you just fuck whoever is available, and sometimes your friend is just whoever is available, and sometimes even, your mujer is whoever is available, you understand?” I shook my head yes as he continued. “Don’t get me wrong. I have spoken with Santos and I can see it in his eyes. Whatever is going on with you is not just because you are around, you understand? I say so what. It does not change the work Santos has done, and frankly I think he and his men are all the better for having you around from what I hear.” I tilted my head in curiosity at that, Sancho laughed and said, “Just because an old man is not out fighting with the young ones anymore, does not mean that I still don’t ask questions and listen, listen to the guards and listen to others. I must say, for a gringo you sure have stirred things up around here!” I laughed along with him at that one and had not realized I guess. My world is so small in these few rooms. “You must be careful though, you understand? There are some who will never accept, but for the rest of us, we do not care and as long as you are making life here better, you are welcome! So on to another reason why I am here. I wanted to bring a peace offering of sorts – well two - if you will let me. Again, an old man listens, Erazo! ERazo! ERAZO!!!” I turned and into the doorway stepped a man about Miguel’s age, buzzcut hair, big ears, pencil thin mustache, no shirt, so I could see he had a few prison issued tats on his chest. Erazo stepped in, looked at Sancho who nodded, and Erazo unbuttoned his pants and let them drop. FUCK! His dick looked like it could be as big as the leader of MS-13s. Sancho said, “Erazo is my grandson, my daughter’s son. My poor girl came to the city very young, got hooked on drugs, contracted AIDs, but before she died she gave us Erazo, and gave him her AIDs too. My pardon if I am wrong, but I have heard that you like men such as my Erazo?” I looked at him again and got hard thinking about him fucking me, wow what a dick. Sancho nodded at Erazo who stepped back, reached around the doorway and pulled on someone’s arm, bringing them into view. “This is Armando. He is like Erazo’s brother as they have been together since they were babies being taken care of by the nuns. When I found Erazo, Armando came too, so he is family. But like Erazo, he too was born to a mother with AIDs and as you can see, it has been harder on him in some ways.” I looked at Armando who was clean shaven, his hair a little longer, and while Erazo looked healthy, a little meaty even, Armando was very skinny, gaunt, his skin had a grayish tinge. He took off his t-shirt and what few tats he had looked distorted as his skin clung to his ribs. Armando then unbuttoned his pants and my eyes got wide as clearly what meat he had lost on his body had gone to his dick. DAMN! From the waist down the guys could have been twins. I grabbed the Guaro and took several big gulps and looked back at the boys still standing there with their pants down, then to Sancho. A weak smile came from Sancho’s lips as he said, “Los chicos have not had an easy life as you might understand, but family – blood – blood is everything. No one knows, really, but there are always whispers, rumors, and it does not help that they cannot stop trying to fuck every boy they can get their hands onto. The whores won’t touch them and los chicos are not interested anyways. If they would just fuck each other, but no, they tried to explain how such things work but it was all a bit more than I could understand. They need some guidance, and an outlet, a proper outlet, to learn how to behave. I know after the way my nephews acted I have not right to ask this of you, but I do ask for your help and for a favor. Would you help my boys? Would you let them be with you sometimes? I trust Santos, and he trusts you, so….I know it is a lot to ask, but they need someone to teach them about such things and I know of no one else who could be their friend. Please?” Of course my ass said yes, but then I began to think of what all this might entail and what all he might be expecting. I was NOT going to share Santos, but this might be a way in which I could use some of that power my MS-13 marido talked about. “Do they understand English?” I asked. Sancho said, “So so, and Armando can speak it a little, but Erazo not so much.” “Please guys,” I said to Erazo and Armando, “Come have a drink, join us.” The guys looked at each other, then to Sancho who nodded, and the hiked up their pants and took seats across from me at the table. “I am honored you would ask this of me, Senor, I would be pleased to be their friend – and yours – but I of course must speak to Santos first about all of this. This is his world,” I said, making both of the guys smile, and Sancho sigh in relief. “But, there will have to be some ground rules and we need to discuss a bit more what all this means. There is one condition I do have immediately before anything else. I need a business, someway that I can generate extra money for Santos and I for the future. I know my options are limited and my movement’s restricted, but there still must be something, and I want your help, and that of the other leaders to secure it – and then the boys here can help run it, or work for me, or whatever. I am not looking for charity, just an opportunity to contribute to life here with more than just my ass. Deal?” Sancho smiled wide at that, laughed, held out his hand and said, “Yes, deal. You are as good of a man as Santos and others have said you were and I already ran my idea past him before coming to see you. He said it was your decision and he would support whatever you decided. Also, you will have no need to worry about my nephews. They will support this and more, we will make sure of that, and besides, they both have a weakness for good tequila, so I say let’s get them drunk and horny and see if they can resist fucking you then. Once they do – what can they say?” This caused all of us to crack up laughing, and it actually sounded like a good plan. We spent the next 30 minutes or so discussing more details of the arrangement and drinking and I was frankly enjoying his company. The guys, but since I was older I just started calling them chicos even though they were technically men, would continue to live with Control Machete, although they might stay in our area from time to time. While we worked out the specifics of my new business, they would come do other work for me with the understanding that Miguel was my number one chico, and I was not looking forward to explaining all this to him. I would spend some time each day teaching them English, basic math, and a few other skills that would help with our business, and of course, the sex, but then I raised the point to Sancho that they might not even like me, I may not be their type and all. Sancho said something to the guys in Spanish, they both smiled, looked at me with eager and hungry grins, and Armando got his machismo, tough look on his face and tone in his voice when replied. Sancho laughed and said to me, “I do not think you have to worry about that. It seems they have already been fighting over who gets to go first and how often, and Armando here said that as soon as you realize Santos is not the marido for you and that Armando is, you will be a much happier mujer.” Erazo interrupted him and Sancho added, “Umm, yes, he says that they will both be your husband.” I blushed at that, which seemed to make the guys even more anxious to get things started. Sancho said something else to them and los chicos took their glasses, grabbed one of the liquor bottles, and went back into El Capo’s old bedroom and closed the door. Sancho refilled our glasses and said, “Thank you again. I was beginning to wonder how I would ever help them. Things are difficult enough here, but then with…. Ahhh, does not matter now. May I ask, have you met David and Sagastume from the other gangs? Yes? You got along OK? Good, good. I do not need to know specifics of course, but that does make things much much easier for us. We will need to find a business where we are not stepping on anyone else’s toes – well no one who matters. I also do not want them to think I am overstepping either by having my family work for you. I suggest that we ask each of them to offer someone for you to hire and train for your business too, so that it is truly a non-aligned endeavor and no one can say one gang is trying to get something over on another. Do you agree?” The guy’s voices rose and laughter could be heard from behind the closed door. “I do have one more small favor,” Sancho asked looking almost sheepish, “While I think I might enjoy, hmmm… uhhhhh….well to be blunt, while I think I would enjoy fucking you, I frankly would need more to drink and a little more discretion. But, I do enjoy watching and the boys have let me watch them before, so if it is alright with you, may I sit in the room and watch?” I smiled, nodded, and confirmed that was not a problem with me, adding, “Feel free to do more than watch if you want. I would be happy to suck you or whatever.” Sancho smiled, handed me the Guaro and said, “I think you may need a few good shots. From what I have seen in the past, the boys like to get right to it.” I hit the bottle, grabbed a new one, and then thinking what if someone comes up turned to go to the door to try to figure out a way to get someone to guard. “No need,” Sancho said, “My men are at the bottom of the stairs, and Santos left orders with his not to let anyone up.” With that we both went to the bedroom to find Erazo on his knees sucking Armando, who was nice and hard. Armando pushed Erazo away as soon as we stepped in, making Erazo land on his ass and burst out laughing. Maybe they were too drunk to fuck? Not a chance, as Erazo’s dick was hard and at a 45-degree angle pointing up the minute he stood up and started to stroke. Sancho eased the wooden chair back into the far corner, sat down, opened a new bottle of liquor and settled in to watch the show. Los chicos were already naked, so they stood side by side, stroking their hard dicks, impatiently waiting while I got undressed. The second my pants hit the floor Erazo was on his knees with my dick in his mouth and Armando was trying to milk my right nipple. I pushed them both back off me, “Easy boys, easy. Take your time. I’m not running anywhere, we’ll both get what we need, or want, or whatever.” They both gave me their little shit-eating grins as I think they could see my curly pig tail sticking out. Their smell was so different than anyone else, and their energy and rawness – OINK! I was so horned up, but I had to mind my own manners as well. I sat in the other wooden chair making sure Sancho had a good view, the guys stood in front of me, and I slowly began to lick first Erazo’s dick, then I would switch and lick on Armando’s. These were raw dicks in their most natural form. Never been tainted by rubber, never been anything but AIDs filled sperm injectors their whole lives. Fucking amazing. I soon had them both fully erect, a hand wrapped around each, as I ate their meat like it was my last supper. Sancho had abandoned just watching and was now jerking on a nice size dick of his own. I see that it ran in the family and made a mental note to get his too someday. I stood up, pushed the chair away, and bent over and started deep throating Armando’s dick. His fingers squeezed my shoulders and he threw his head back and started to speak rapidly in Spanish. Erazo’s voice was muffled as he had immediately scrambled behind me and buried his face in my ass and was making me moan with how he ate my hole out. I came up for air, glanced over at Sancho who was wide eyed and had a huge smile on his face. Good – we were all happy, back to the show. Los chicos were young, so I believed cumming a few times would not be a problem, so I showed Armando how it felt to be sucked balls deep and to have my tongue flicking out and coating his balls while his dick filled my throat and my mouth milked his shaft. His head was still thrown back and his Spanish became faster and louder. Was he praying? Asking me to stop? It didn’t matter, I knew he was getting close as his fingers duh harder into my shoulders and his balls were no longer low hanging fruit, but were high and tight and ready to explode. One last pulsing suck and I edged Armando’s shivering dick back onto my tongue so that I would taste every drop. Armando got on his tip toes and did a little ballet step as he shot into my mouth – thick, creamy, infected cum. His nutt tasted wonderful and was like the best frosting ever! He let go of my shoulders, and I turned and sucked down Erazo’s dripping dick and gave him the same deep throat treatment while Armando recovered by eating my ass. Erazo did not disappoint either and I was startled and impressed when he shot at least twice what Armanda had. I looked at Sancho while licking my lips and he gave me a knowing nod as if to say, “I know, can you believe how much the kid shoots?” I pulled Armando up off the bed, pushed Erazo onto it, straddled Erazo doggy style and began kissing him, while Armando got behind me and with no pretense he shoved his dick up my spit slick hole making me yelp and sit almost straight up. HOLY FUCK! HIS RAW DICKFILLED ME UP!! I had expected at least a finger or some foreplay and Erazo said something to him with a look of anger on his face. Armando went to pull out, but I flung my hand back and said, “NO, please don’t pull out. I’m OK, you just surprised me that’s all. You’re a fucking big boy, so take a little to get used to. Senor, can you make sure he understands?” Sancho relayed my message and maybe added his own as Armando did small, soft, slow strokes while I leaned back over and started to lick and chew lightly on Erazo’s nipples. I don’t think he had ever had that done before as we started to buck his hips, and his hole body moved trying to run and get more at the same time. Once I felt open enough I put my hand back on Armando’s torso, he slowly stopped, I then eased off his dick, rolled off Erazo, lay on my back and pulled my legs back, making my hole wink in invitation to Armando to enter. Armando then angled himself over my ass and dropped down into my hole making me gasp in wonder and fulfillment. I smiled wide as I looked up into his eyes, put my hands on his side and pulled him back into me. He had that same cocky, shit-eating grin on his fun, so took it he was enjoying himself. Erazo was not to be left out so he got doggy style over my face and worked his dick into my mouth so that I was stuffed on both ends. I was sucking Erazo’s hard dick when Armando suddenly stopped and yanked his dick out of my ass. I pushed Erazo off to see what was wrong and Armando was looking at, holding his dick, which was leaking precum from his gaping piss slit. “What’s wrong,” I asked, “Why did you stop?” he did not answer so I turned to Sancho and asked again. Sancho asked Armando in Spanish then said to me, “He is close to cumming, but is afraid – for you. He is afraid you do not know he has AIDs, and he does not want to make you sick. It took his mother from him.” I turned to Sancho, my heart breaking a little for Armando, “Tell him it is OK, I know, and I want it. I am already POZ so he cannot hurt me. Can you make him understand?” As Sancho repeated what I said, I pulled Armando close to me, kissed the tip of his dick, looked up at him and smiled, then laid back and raised my legs again while pulling Armando back to me with my right hand. When Sancho finished, Armando still looked a little confused and unsure when he looked at me. “Por favor,” I said, “Cum in me, Si, Si, in my culo, por favor, si si. It’s OK, cum in me, please fuck me, I WANT your cum, I want your leche!” Erazo seemed to understand and said something too. Armando smiled wide, grabbed my ankles and sank his dick back in my ass. He held my legs wide as his pace picked up and he began to unload in my ass. His dick swelled and he gyrated his hips with every spurt, working his cum into my gut walls. As soon as he was done, Armando pulled out, Erazo slid in, and I motioned Armando up onto the bed so I could suck him clean. Erazo seemed to really like fucking me with a load already in my ass and he quickly flooded me with more AIDs cum as he mixed his and Armando’s into a thick, wonderful sex pudding. I sat up, licked Erazo clean, wiped my hand on Armando’s sweaty chest and smiled at them both. Yeah, this was going to be fun. I looked over and Sancho was wiping up his own load, so I would not press it, but I wanted him to fuck me to. He was sexy for an older guy. We all got dressed, went and sat back down at the table, Armando filled out glasses and we all toasted the night. Sancho said they should leave and told los chicos to go ahead and to be back here the next day first thing in the morning. They smiled, nodded and left. “I hope you enjoyed the show,” I said to Sancho, “and that it is what you hoped.” Sancho laughed and said, “Well it sure was not like what I had seen them do before and just affirms this is the right plan. You can teach them and you know, I don’t think they have ever felt what it was like to cum in someone before, or at least not being terrified while they did it and full of guilt and fear. Thank you for giving them that.” I laughed and said, “Oh it was all my pleasure for sure. I hope next time we have a chance to do this that you will hold your cum until they go. I would love to feel you cum in my ass too.” Sancho was not expecting that and just mumbled a little before getting up and leaving as well. I was still horny as hell, but also tired, so grabbed a tortilla and some rice and beans, then went and laid down on the bed to wait for Santos. I awoke facedown to someone pressing their naked body onto mine, my legs being spread, and a hard dick working its way into my cum filled ass. “Little Papi has been busy tonight I see,” Santos whispered into my right ear, “Your ass is glistening from the cum and OH I CAN FEEL IT as I slide into you. Oh Papi, that feels good. I wanted to be here to see you take their AIDs dicks so bad, but I think we will have time for that. For now Little Papi, be a good mujer and open those legs wide because I have some more cum to give you.” Stay tuned for Chapter 7: My family and life at San Pedro Sula Prison

Day 2 SE-DC Breeders Market- The last thing I remember at the end of the first night at the SE-DC Breeders Market was hearing Lionel say, “The Philly Boys arrive tomorrow. They run all the crack and weed in Philly, but I plan to bring them into my network and before I am done they will be the bookend of our drug empire, with Norfolk/Richmond the other. Those Philly boys are freaky fuckers and it’s making me hard again thinking about them gang fucking you! We’ll get you good and high, and then they’ll make that pink hole open and sloppy wet with their AIDs and nasty STD dicks!” “GET THE FUCK UP! We got work to do,” Lionel yelled as he pulled back the blackout drapes on the windows, cranked up the tunes, and yanked the blankets off me so that I was blasted with cold air from the chilly, DC morning. “What the hell man!” I said. “You better leave that edge off your voice right now,” Lionel said as he came around the bed and stood over me, “Remember, this is my crib, my rules. I know you feel like shit, but a little hair of the dog and all that and I have an assortment of the best drugs to get you up, going, and feeling like new. You know I am the best pharmacist in town. Plus I got some good breakfast shit cooked up.” I looked up at Lionel, his naked body was all the enticement I needed, but before I rolled over I reached back to touch my ass since it had taken quite the beating the night before. Lionel laughed, “Don’t you worry, that pink hole of yours has tightened right back up. That cream shit Dr Mike came up with does wonders, but that shit you brought – hell – that stuff’s even way better. From Deacon right? I can only imagine what kind of damage he does when he fucks you. Now look what you done, got me all hard thinking about seeing you take the big man. He is big right? Would hate to think I am serving some little dicked bitch fucker.” Lionel turned to walk out and I said, “Hey wait, come back.” Lionel walked back over to the edge of the bed, his now dripping dick bouncing and asking for attention. I was more interested in something else as I ran my fingers over a new tattoo on his upper torso, just below his chest, soulja lover. “You like that?” Lionel asked, “It took you long enough to notice, although I guess since you were face down most of yesterday, this is really your first chance.” I sat up in the bed, pushed his dick to the side, leaned over, and gently kissed each letter before looking up and, “I think it’s perfect, and fits you. So soulja lover, want some fresh, tight, pink hole?” Lionel’s soulja cum left a wet spot on the leather chair as I shifted to grab another waffle. He was right, breakfast was good, his special drink was even better as he mixed in a little something extra to make me awake and ready for the day, but not too wired yet as he was right, there was business to take care of. Once we finished, we sat on the couch, Lionel lit up a smoke and when I asked for a hit he shook his head and said, “No, too early for you. I’m used to this – like every day used to this – so you need to wait. Here, look at this.” Lionel handed me a black, leather binder that was embossed with gold letters on the front – COVENANT. When I opened it the first section included a schedule for the day with several meetings, followed by background on who we were meeting and why. These were all related to Covenant’s various legal businesses in the area and Lionel explained that no matter what, for some of the people you could never take the hood out of the man, so it was important for me to show them he had my full trust and confidence. I agreed and assured him I would make it clear to all them that they either were on board and would follow his lead and orders, or I would happily replace them. The next section was related to some of our other businesses, including drugs, and of course contained very little written information, just a few general bullets that Lionel used as launching points to give me a full run down on our distribution networks in the city and region, sales, problems, and more. “One of the reasons I think the Breeders Market will really help us on the business side as it provides a great way to provide a service no one else does, and gets our foot in the door to take care of whatever other needs folks may have,” Lionel said. “We need to secure other options for getting our drugs into the region. I don’t like trucks and the roads. Too many variables between here and the border or the West Coast. I think we need to come through the ports and with Baltimore and Norfolk so close, its’ perfect.” The final section of the binder was marked XXX. I opened it and found a page with a man’s picture, well mug-shot actually, followed by some information: Height: 5”8 Weight: 165 Dick: 8, very thick, uncut Status: HIV unknown - long-term case of syphilis, never treated Other: Homeless, total freak, for a little weed will do anything including shit and piss. Hangs out mostly by Union Station, good informer. I looked at Lionel who explained, “I’ve started to build a catalog of folks who have different skill sets that I can call on when needed. This week, you get to be the first to order from the catalog for all the freaky dick you want!” Lionel laughed, hit his smoke, then continued, “Told you, I want to see you take as much dick as possible, and while we can find plenty walking around the Market, and I have some things already set up, you may find a few of interest in there too. So, I’m going to run downstairs, check on the crew, and will be back in a bit. Flip through the catalog, see what you like, make or list or shit, then I’ll have my guys arrange it.” I smiled, shook my head, Lionel got up, but before he left he handed me his smoke and said, “Hell, go ahead. Finish this off. Who knows, maybe I’ll come back with a surprise for you.” I was excited as I flipped through the catalog. Fuck, this was pretty wild. Lionel had a wide mix of guys for me to order from, but I also knew they all appealed to him too, at least the thought of watching them fuck and cum in me. I especially liked some of the descriptions that said, “head-board banger,” or “multiple cummer,” or “deep gut massager”. WOOF! I had several names on the list, including some guys I had played with in the past and thought it would be fun to see them again. There were several new ones too, and I was looking forward to the rest of the week. I had just finished the last of Lionel’s smoke when he returned, followed by a guy who was bundled up in a winter coat, gloves, and hat. I was still naked, but made no attempt of trying to cover myself up. While I used to me shy and self-conscious, Dr Mike fucked that out of me! Lionel came over and said, “This is D. My man here is in charge of all warehouse operations. Incoming, outgoing, maintaining the trucks, you name it, he can fix or get it done. Ain’t that right man? I need to go shower and get changed to for our next meeting, why don’t you two get to know each other.” Lionel left us alone, I set the binder and my dick order down on the coffee table, while D pulled off his gloves, reached into his coat pocket and brought out a little baggy of milky white rocks. “It’s fucking cold out there today. You got a plate and shit? One of the drivers burned up one of my engines, and with all that’s happening this week, the bay I need to fix it in is being used for other shit, so have had to work on it out in the back lot.” I brought the plate over as he continued to unload his pocket, spoon, razor blade, short straw. He continued talking as he dumped some of the rocks onto the plate, began crushing them with the spoon and cutting them with the razor. “No offense man, I mean about, what I said. I, just, well anyways, shit now I’m hot.” D stood up, took of his coat and a few more layers, before sitting back down. “Lionel’s my boy, you know? He’s been good to me, and you too. I know we’re keeping who you are on the DL and I get that, so don’t worry. That Uncle Jack was a piece of shit. Anyways, wanted to thank you. Life’s been kind of fucked up for me the past few years. Did some time, wife cheated on me then kicked me out, lost my place, my family are assholes, but Lionel, Lionel was there for me. Helped me as he could. Then he told me about a chance here, told me you were good people, a good man to work for. So thank you.” D held out his hand for me to shake, and I was touched and appreciated what he said. It was then I suddenly felt a little awkward sitting there naked. “You done crystal before? Yeah? I know most brothas around here like snow or other shit, but me, whoa, me I like this high better. Makes everything clear, I can think, everything is just more intense and not muddled and fucked up in my mind like when I do snow and stuff. Here, tell me what you think,” D said as he handed me the plate. FUCK THAT SHIT BURNS! Wow, he was right, that was good stuff. D took the plate, did a couple lines, leered at me with a wicked grin, and said, “Lionel also said there may be another way I could thank you, one that you might also appreciate if you would let me?” I just shook my head as D stood up, slowly undid his belt, let his pants drop, and stood there with his white briefs straining to hold what looked to be a very big dick. I reached out to pull his briefs down when he cuffed my hands away. “Spit it up, get it wet, show me how much you want to see it, worship it,” D said in a quit voice, like we were suddenly in church. I sat up on the edge of the couch, D stood between my spread legs, and without touching him I put my face in his crotch and began licking at the outline of his dick. My tongue quickly dried out as I licked on his cotton briefs, but I kept the spit flowing and soon had a nice wet outline of his now growing dick. I then leaned back slightly and let a gob of spit fly onto on his briefs, then worked it out and around with my mouth, which really turned him on. “Get nasty,” D said, “Worship that dick.” I placed my mouth over the wet, cotton-covered head of his dick and blew, my warm breath making D squirm. D reached down, latched a finger on each side of his briefs and pushed them down, setting his big dick free. Unlike Lionel, D was pretty hairy. His dick was a good length, but it was the thickness that made my eyes go wide. Oh yeah! “Get it wet,” D said, so I spit onto his dick, and licked him up and down getting it nice and sloppy wet. When his dick was dripping in spit he reached down, swiped two fingers on the plate, then wiped the crystal onto his dick, making it sparkle like a Christmas ornament. “Stand up and bend over,” D said while he wiped his finger across the plate again. I knew what was coming so I spit on my fingers, shoved them into my ass, then pulled my cheeks apart so D could get at my glistening hole. D roughly shoved his crystal-coated fingers into my ass, making my hips buck as the burn in my ass gave me a little taste, making me hungry for more. I then licked his fingers clean for him, bent back over and said, “Let’s see how thankful you really are man.” D immediately pushed his drug dick into my raw ass, giving me a third degree burn as the crystal tore at my guts and the high made me beg for him to go balls deep. “Fuck me! Please stick it all the way in. Please fuck me!” I begged. “You like it nasty?” D asked, “You ready to take all this meet and get attacked by some good dick? Most can’t, most beg me to stop. You want me to stop? Or you want me to dick you down like this!” My breath caught as D gave me exactly what I asked for, big, raw, nasty dick deep in my ass. The burning in my guts spread and I continued to beg for more while holding onto the couch to steady myself as D spread my hole wide, pushing the crystal deeper and deeper. Far too soon D was pounding me faster, “This hole was made to be fucked like this! Just made for it! God DAMN! Take this fucking nutt!!!!!!!!” D continued to pound deep and hard as stream after stream his cum soothed my burning guts. I was on my knees and licking D’s dick clean when he said, “Fuck man, I enjoyed that. Anytime you want to hang, just come see me. I would love to climb up on you in the back of one our trucks and take my time. Better yet, get you back to my place and see how nasty you can be!” I licked my lips clean, then cleaned the plate, stood up and said, “I would enjoy that man. I really would. I’m going to add you to the list so Lionel can make sure you and I get some more time together.” D smiled, put his coat back on, and left. I then went to find Lionel and found him in his bedroom, lying on his bed, his dick rock hard and a pool of precum glistening on his stomach. The TV was showing a picture of his living room from two different angles. “Fuck, that was a hot little show bitch! No way was I going to miss watching, and I told you, got this whole building wired, so I don’t miss ANY of the action. Come climb up here, that’s it, just position your cummy hole over my dick. Good. You want some more?” I was laying on the bed, my ass leaking cum as I took two fingers, ran them along my crack, and brought them to my mouth to taste the hot mix left by Lionel and D. I had not even left the suite yet and had three loads in my ass, damn this was going to be a good day. Lionel walked into the bedroom with a tray, set it on the bed and said, “You ready to get fucked up? I got some new shit I want you to try and time to make you a slut as the Philly boys called and will be here early, so our other meetings will have to wait. You ready to be violated by some Brotherly Love?” Stay Tuned for Part 2 of Day 2:

Day 1 – Part 2 SE-DC Breeders Market - After the smoke, Lionel handed me a black plate with several lines of powder, “A little something to tide you out,” he said as I snorted it up, savoring the burn, and suddenly feeling 1,000 times hornier than I already was. Lionel Laughed, we got dressed, the van slowed, stopped, and I followed him out of the van and into the garage adjusting my pants as my ass was dripping cum. The Breeders Market would start in a few hours, so Lionel took me on a quick tour. I had not even made it inside yet and I had a couple loads up my ass and was flying high. What would the next several days be like would I get lots of AIDs cum and other dirty bugs? First, we inspected the Mares. They were all in a large open room being groomed and prepped by the Stable Masters. I was surprised at how many there were, over three dozen, but Lionel explained there was no shortage of men volunteering to be Mares as DC was full of fucking bottoms, the challenge was finding those who could handle my infected blood in their bodies. That was the main requirement for most Mares, they had to be shot up with my super-infected blood and it had to take. Of course we always had a few Mares who were negative that were sold to the highest and nastiest bidder and their infection was also consensual, as we chose Mares who begged and pleaded to be converted. There would be no stealthing of the Mares, but we did plan on stealthing as many tops as possible through their infected asses. Of course I was most interested in one particular Mare, the one who had worked for Uncle Jack and kidnapped me and tortured me. Lionel directed me to him. He was dressed in bright pink lace, thigh-high stockings, had on a matching pink bra and a wig to match his neutered nature now. He was truly a cunt to be used and no longer a man. He flinched as I approached him, and well he should. I was suddenly flooded with anger and hatred and wanted to grab the chain on his collar and beat the fucker with it. Lionel understood and held me tight to assure me everything was ok and inclined his head as if to say, “You want to fuck him?” The thought turned my guts, all I wanted was to see Deacon ripping his balls off again and again in an endless, torturous loop of punishment. Since I could not have that, making him a whore for all of his old SE-DC buddies would be the next best thing. Lionel then showed me the rest of the set up. The private garage our VIP clients could enter, the immense security presence both technological and personnel, the various sections of the market for those who wanted rooms with dance music, or an area to watch porn while they fucked, a bar to grab a drink, or for those more hardcore a special bar that provided every drug you could imagine from T, to G, to E, and the entire fucking alphabet if you had the right cash. All of these areas would be staffed by Mares and Stable Masters so no matter where our Breeder clients went, there was a raw, warm hole ready and willing to get bred. We delivered it all. “What about the local police?” I asked Lionel. He laughed and said, “You were right, your old buddy Pooh, the cop who fucked you up at Franklin Square, had all the connections. We good. We help hold down and deal with the violent shit like murder and stuff, and they look the other way to all this. We’re the best enforcement DC police have right now, cause no one fucks with my business and stupid killing and shit does that, so we make sure it don’t happen around here and where we’re working.” I was pleased to hear that as the tour continued, but first I asked to stop at the drug bar for some more powder or smoke. “How fucked up are you willing to get?” Lionel asked me with a look that told me he was ready to get buck wild. “I am all yours, so your call,” I replied before bending over and cleaning off another black plate filled with straight white lines of the best money could buy. Lionel smiled and looking in his eyes I saw days full of mischief and freaky-off-the-wall-sex ahead. Good. Next Lionel showed me the Stockyard. This was designed as the high traffic area of the Breeders Market and while any of our Breeders could enter, the charge was only $20 as the Stockyard was designed for the blow-and-go crowd. Lionel’s crew had been out the past few days handing out $20 passes to all of the druggies, homeless, and infected men at the clinics, they could find. These Mares would be raped and filled with the dirtiest, nastiest, and most infected dick and cum this city had to offer and in turn, my infection would continue to spread to more and more people. The Stable Masters were now leading the Mares and locking them down in their stocks. For these Mares, there was no break, they were locked in and would be used until their holes were open, ripe, and flowing with infected loads. Lionel took me next to the core of the drug operation, which was centered in the old meat factory section. The large metal coolers made great secure locations for the drug suppl. The powder was wearing off and I asked if we could go back by the drug bar. Lionel shook his head and continued the tour, next showing me the mechanics bay that now contained various swings, slings, and raised platforms all designed for sex and allowing people to stand on the ramps on each side to watch the show. Wow, I was impressed with the entire set up, but was antsy so asked again for the drug bar. Lionel said nothing as he grabbed my hand and now led me to an elevator and past several checkpoints where his crew openly brandished their weapons. “Don’t worry,” Lionel said, “They have orders to shoot and kill that mother-fucker Uncle Jack if they see him or any of his crew, no questions asked. Trust – I plan to have that asshole’s head stuffed and on my wall before the year is out.” Lionel unlocked a large metal door that was guarded by four men and we entered a large suite. “This is my new crib, what do you think?” Lionel had turned the top floor of this part of the warehouse into a luxurious living space that rivaled COVENANT HQ in Chicago. I was taking it all in when Lionel said, “Here, hit this smoke, this shit is going to fuck you up! I want you to enjoy yourself while you are here, and you are in my house now, my crib, and you belong to ME! You get me? Good. For the next 7 days you ain’t nothing but a white bitch pussy who chasing this big black snake. Did you miss this dick? Tell me you missed this dick! Good. I like nothing better then a sloppy whore who is fucked up and nasty! Got me? Now do a few big hits, take that shit off, and I’ll be right back.” I was in the middle of Lionel’s living room, stark naked, waiting to see what Lionel had planned. I guess I caught a little chill of air as suddenly I was covered in goose bumps and started to shake a little, or maybe it was the drugs. Lionel was suddenly there, his naked body pressing again mine, rubbing my arms and back and pulling me close, “No worries man, I got you alright? I promise you will be safe this week, do you trust me? Good. Just enjoy yourself. I know more about what is going on with you then you may think. I know how you got those new tattoos on your arm, I know all about how you got to the level of infection that you are, and I know all about Deacon – well I know SOME about Deacon, I guess now you know more than anyone.” I pulled away, startled that Lionel knew Deacon’s name, let alone the other details. Was he a spy for Uncle Jack too? Lionel pulled me close again and said, “Our meeting at the library so many months ago was no accident. Deacon was already tracking you, and wanted you watched, and wanted you to learn, and wanted you to be tested. No, no, I have never met him, but I know of him, and have received orders from him, so close enough I guess. Anyways, you are the boss now, well except for this week. So relax, let go, enjoy yourself, and no worries as I will make sure you alright when I deliver you back to Deacon and those fucked up white-boy soldiers of yours. What’s up with them anyways? Tight ass mother-fuckers!” Lionel laughed as I pondered what he had just said, but the drugs were making it hard to focus, so I let it go – for now. Lionel stepped to the table, lit a new smoke, handed it to me, and I was warm all over again as I took several long drags. I set it down and bent over the end of the couch, wagging my raw and waiting hole at Lionel, needing to be filled and bred. Lionel then stuck a wet finger up my hole, pulled it out, coated it with powder two layers thick, then gave me a booty bump that made my ass burn like acid had been poured into my hole. I flinched, then Lionel spit and rammed his hard dick into me as he barebacked my hole and loaded me with some more of his cum. Can you get a contact high off cum? Sure felt like it! When he was done, Lionel pulled out, let me lick him clean, then he handed me a pile of clothes. “Put these on, good, now turn around,” Lionel said. I had put on the black t-shirt and black jeans he had given me and was surprised when he reached around and placed a large collar around my neck. Lionel fastened it and rattled the chain, turned me to face him and said, “This is to show everyone you my bitch, got that? You’re going to do everything I say right? Open that pussy for who I tell you right? Smoke what shit I tell you? You ain’t nothing but a worthless AIDs chasing whore this week right? Did you miss this dick? Tell me you missed you this dick! Here slut, have some more smoke.” I hit the smoke again and felt really dizzy. Lionel yanked my collar chain, making me focus, as he dragged me over in front of a large mirror and said, “Ain’t no pussy of mine going to look down and out, how’s that shit for bling?” I laughed, as while the black t-shirt and jeans were low key, the collar was not. It was studded in little white stones, and I looked like some poodle at the dog show. Lionel laughed, showing the grill covering his teeth and pointed saying, “This shit ain’t fake! These are real diamonds on my grill and that collar too, so time to make that pussy work and earn what I spent on your ass.” Lionel led me by the collar and chain back out into the rest of COVENANT’s headquarters in SE-DC. A few of the guards smiled knowingly as I passed and a couple even grabbed their crotches, making sure I saw they were packing some big, black, steak between their thighs. Woof! I was ready. We made a stop at the drug bar, I hit the smoke some more, and was flying high as Lionel led me on. The Breeders Market was open and I was surprised at how many people were already in the Stockyard area where all the Mares were locked down and being mounted Lionel kept walking and we were soon in the mechanic’s garage. “Kneel,” Lionel ordered. I looked down, and kneeled on one of those things mechanics roll around on – a creeper. This one had been modified though with thick leather padding and a thick foam matt specially formed to cushion the knees. I got into position and Lionel yanked the chain, “Open your mouth, and close your eyes.” I did and soon had a nice thick dick in my mouth, so I started to suck. The man lasted a while, but then started to groan and moan as he shot his nutt into my waiting my mouth. Heavy smoker for sure from the taste. My mouth hung open, with drips of cum falling off my chin when dick number two filled my throat. This one was a little bigger and he lasted barely 30 seconds before some of the tangiest cum I had ever tasted filled my mouth. I wonder what he was infected with? I sucked him clean and left my mouth open – waiting. My jaws were aching, but then I felt a nudge, push, and a thick long dick start to push into my mouth and down my throat. Lionel must have liked this one as he yanked my chain, the collar tightened and he snarled, “Open that mouth BITCH! I plan to get you coated on both ends.” So I opened my jaws as wide as I could and the guy I was sucking pushed deeper, made me gag and choke and started to fuck my throat. I have to admit I opened my eyes a little at that point and peeked and could see a light skinned dick, but Lionel cuffed my head, so I closed my eyes and focused on getting this load. I won the prize, a thick hot load that tasted and felt like cottage cheese, and kept sucking and milking his dick even after he tried to pull away. Lionel laughed, “You a greedy cum whore tonight ain’t you?” I licked my lips, nodded yes, and got off the creeper to see what was next. As the evening progressed we monitored the Breeders Market to ensure everything was working as planned. Lionel and his crew may be thugs and homeboys, but they are brilliant businessmen and everything ran like clockwork and the cash and cum were flowing. Lionel continued to make sure my ass and mouth were filled with dick and my nose took all the powder I could handle along with a few stops back at his suite for his special smoke. I was one fucked up bottom when Lionel yanked my chain hard and said, “I got an old friend who wants to see you.” I stumbled along through the warehouse to the loading docks, and saw the ominous shadow of a big man standing alone, stroking a very long and thick dick. Between the dim light and being high as shit I had a hard time focusing. Lionel yanked my chain again, the collar gripped my neck, and my eyes focused in on the man before me. I was still trying to place him when he said, “I love a cummy ass.” YES! The black guy from the bookstore that fucked me when I was making Joseph a stealthing top! WOOF! No Need to ask me twice, I turned, dropped my jeans, and presented my wet and used hole while Lionel laughed, adjusted the collar and said, “Fucking cum whore, told you his hole would smell that dick out a mile away! So what you got man? AIDs, gonno, syph, HEP?” His answer was only a grunt as the heavy built guy stepped forward with his 10+ inches and said, “Fuck yeah! Just like I remember, NICE cummy ass – oohh that’s good, I love fucking a white hole like that – oh yeah – you want to see your boy take my cum man? You want to see him be my bitch? Be my white bitch?” I could barely keep my balance as his dick fucked me raw, stroke after stroke like an Olympic crew team until he gave me his charged cum. When he was done he slapped my ass twice, said, “Good to see you man, next time I’m want those ankles in the air!” and walked away. I was still bent over when Lionel yanked my chain and said, “Alright, that’s enough of old-home-week for tonight. What say you and I make a final round and see some Mares get mounted and plowed. Then I plan to take you back to my suite, wipe your hole nice and dry and rape that pussy so when I go to sleep you be speckled with all that red red up and down your ass? Yeah I know you good with that. Tell me again how much you missed this dick! Come on now.” “OH YEAH, ONE MORE THING,” LIONEL CASUALLY CONVEYED AS WE WALKED TOWARDS THE MAIN STOCKYARD. “TONIGHT WHEN I AM DONE MAKING THAT ASS AND YOUR BACKSIDE SPECKLED, THE BOYS ON MY CREW ARE SWINGING THROUGH. NO MATTER HOW HIGH YOU GET, OR HOW MUCH CUM YOU HAVE HAD IN THAT DIRTY WHITE ASS, EVERY NIGHT YOU ARE HERE WILL END WITH ME AND THE BOYS ON MY CREW FUCKING YOU TIL YOU CAN’T STAND! YOU READY FOR ALL THAT?” I passed out a while later in Lionel’s suite with his dick – well ok someone’s dick, I was too fucked up to know who exactly – buried deep up my ass. The last thing I remember hearing was Lionel saying, “The Philly Boys arrive tomorrow. They run all the crack and weed in Philly, but I plan to bring them into my network and before I am done they will be the bookend of our drug empire, with Norfolk/Richmond the other. Those Philly boys are freaky fuckers and it’s making me hard again thinking about them gang fucking you! They’ll make that pink hole open and sloppy wet with their AIDs and nasty STD dicks! Let me hear you say you want their dick!” Stay tuned for Day 2 of the SE-DC Breeders Market- Philly Boys, Dwayne and Malcolm Return, and the Stealth Fuck

coming soon - Chapter 6: Full on Infection and Control Machete Shows me What They Got

Chapter 5 – The First Signs of Infection and Life Under the New Regime - I looked at Santos, shifted myself on the mattress and turned so that as I raised my legs and grabbed my ankles and pulled back, he had a clear view of my freshly fucked, bruised, swollen, used, and infected hole that the leader of MS-13 had just spent hours digging out and filling me up with his AIDs and infected cum. Santos dropped his cigarette on the floor, shucked his pants in a flash and was naked and inside me within seconds. As Santos buried himself as deep as he could I whispered in utter ecstasy, “Te amo, mi marido, I love you my husband,” before realizing what I had said. Santos did not miss a beat though and replied, “Te amo, mi mujer, I love you my wife”. I wrapped my arms around his muscled back and hung on as Santos bound our bodies in union through blood, cum, and his AIDs gift. Santos held me tight as he took his time stroking every inch of my shredded hole with his big uncut dick. He felt so amazing, and all I could do was whimper and murmur and beg and wish it would never end. I knew Santos was close when he raised up, grabbed my ankles, pushed my legs back and jumped deep into my hole. His eyes closed tight, the teardrop tattoo almost disappearing as he grunted and added his hot cum to my charged ass. When he was done, Santos lay down beside me, closed his eyes, and while his breathing returned to normal I ran my hand and up down his sweaty chest, and just watched him. Yeah, I did love him, and now I knew he loved me too. Having Santos call me his ‘wife’ was an honor and I knew was a term of endearment and not a slander of some sort even though I was a man. The word was not what mattered, it was the meaning and intent behind it and I was prepared to do anything to be a good mujer for Santos.After a while, Santos got up, lit a cigarette and sat in the chair. He looked tired and so I went over, rubbed his shoulders and neck and asked what was wrong. “It is time Little Papi, time to go back out there. Much has happened, and you must trust me no matter what, OK? You know how I feel, but out there – out there I will not always be able to tell you, or show you, and sometimes I may ask you to do things you may not understand. Can you handle that? You also know how much I love to watch you get fucked, and I want you to chase all the AIDs dick you want. I know that just because you may get fucked does not change how you feel about me. None of that changes what I said here. I will protect you mi mujer.” Santos stood up, kissed me long and hard, I got dressed, he unlocked the door and we were greeted by a hallway full of his armed enforcers. The prison was eerily quiet as we started to walk back to our rooms. Santos said something, and the guards in front of us took a detour and we were soon standing on a third floor walkway overlooking a large courtyard area. The courtyard below was packed with men mingling about, talking in hushed, quiet tones. Santos put his arm around my shoulder, nodded his head towards the far end of the courtyard and said, “Look and learn Little Papi.” My eyes took in the macabre scene before me. Hanging from the railings at the end of the courtyard were several bodies, bloody, and torn apart. Their faces looked serene and had not been touched at all, but their stomachs were sliced open, their guts were hanging out, and the arms and legs on some were clearly broken from the twisted angle at which they dangled. “The Burro and his co-conspirators,” Santos said as he exhaled a cloud of smoke. “El Capo too. The recent troubles we had all lead back to them. It seems The Burro was planning to kill Sagastume and put his own man in to run MS-13. That is why mi hermano was safe with you last night. The Crezi Kids gang was involved and some of the others, but they are gone now, their leaders now join The Burro up there. The gangbangers in those crews who were not involved have been split up between MS-13, Control Machete, and Calle 18, as well as our non-aligned gang. Those who were involved have been dealt with. Balance must be maintained in here, and now everyone has learned that once and for all.” The sadness in Santos’ voice surprised me until I realized that it must have been him and his enforcers that had been asked to carry all of this out. SHIT! I wanted to hug him, kiss him, but I knew this was not the place or time, so I just leaned into him a little and tried to show in my eyes I understood and I was there for him. The leader of MS-13 had been right when he had told me while he had been breeding me that, “Tomorrow…Will be a new day at San Pedro Sula Prison. You will learn along with everyone else and will see the type of merciless revenge and cruel retribution that MS-13 is known for.” As we walked back to our rooms I though about El Capo. No, I would not miss him, and no I didn’t feel sorry for him. When we got to our section of the prison the first floor was packed and Santos sighed as he told me to go on up and he would see me later. I got to the second floor and was pounced on by Miguel who was talking rapidly, “Did you see them? Did you hear? There was shooting, and and and, then they cut them, and The Burro tried to hide under a bed in one of the dorms, but they found him. Did you see them? The rest they tossed over the wall to the guards. Let those dogs deal with the bodies.” I really did not feel like talking about it until Miguel said, “They asked Santos to be the new El Capo, but he said no. He could have been boss, but he turned them down. Said his place was where he was. So there is no boss now, maybe later, want to go look through his stuff?” I said, “In a minute, I want to make sure no one is hurt.” I grabbed the box of medical supplies I had been gathering, and made a round to check on all of the enforcers that were around. I cleaned a few cuts, put on some fresh cloth bandages, and could tell by the lingering horror in some of their eyes that last night had taken its toll. Two of the enforcers that had fucked me before looked especially shaken so I told them I needed their help and wanted to check on things upstairs. Miguel started to come along, but I told him to stay and watch the stairs and make sure no one came up as we had to keep things safe. He puffed his chest out, assumed his duty station, and the two enforcers followed me upstairs. We did a quick round of the third floor, made sure no one was around, then I went to the supply room, grabbed a bottle of Guaro and tequila, then set a couple glasses on the table and poured the two enforcers and myself a drink. They hesitated, but then drank up. I filled their glasses again and as they drank I stood up, dropped my pants, hopped up on the table and laid back so my hole was open and waiting. Sex always makes people feel better and I figured what better way to get their minds off what had happened then some good ass? The two enforcers looked at me like I was loco, then looked at each other, then back at me and decided they were in. The first one got up, dropped his pants, and slid his dick up my ass while his buddy continued to drink and watch. “Fuck me, yeah give me that big dick, yeah fuck me,” I said. He grabbed my thighs, pulling me a little further off the table while he pounded my hole and dumped his cum deep in my ass. When he was done, my hole was stuffed by the second enforcer who did not last and quickly shot his cum, making my hole squish and ooze when he pulled out. They both smiled as I put my pants back on, patted my back, said, “Gracias!” and I grabbed both their dicks through their pants and gave them a good squeeze. Miguel was still at his post when we came down the stairs, but eyed us suspiciously as we walked by. “What were you doing up there?” Miguel asked, “I thought you were…” I interrupted him, “Everything looks the same upstairs, make sure someone guards these stairs at all times and does not let anyone up until Santos says so.” I then went back upstairs and laid back down in my room. I was not sure where to go, do I stay there, go to Santos’ room? I should have been hungry, but I was more tired and quickly fell asleep. “Little Papi, Little Papi,” the voice slowly made its way through my sleep induced fog. I came to and realized Santos was bent over me, a look of concern across his face. “Why are you here Little Papi? Luckily Miguel knew were you were, what is wrong? Why are you here?” I shook the last of the fog our of my head and said, “I’m OK, just tired I guess and fell asleep.” Santos asked again, “Why are you here? Do you want to leave?” I did not understand, but then realized maybe he thought I had somehow changed my mind about him after seeing the bodies and realizing what he had done. I reached up and pulled Santos down on top of me, his body was tense and hard. He looked in my eyes as I stroked his head and assured him, “Oh mi marido. I’m sorry. I just didn’t know if it was OK to just go into your room, or if you had a room for me downstairs, or what, and was not sure about people knowing about…about us. I still love you my husband, and no, no, I don’t want to leave.” Santos’ body relaxed, he smiled, and kissed me deep filling my mouth with his spit and letting his tongue explore. “Mi mujer, I want you with me, OK? Do not worry, my men all know, how could they not? They like you too. You have taken good care of them, bandaged them up, fed them, and don’t forget you have given them some good culo!” Santos laughed a little at that, so it was clear he knew about my fuck earlier with his two enforcers. We got up off the bed and Santos said he wanted to do a quick tour of the floor. I asked what the plan was and he said, “There is a new El Capo, but he will not stay here anymore. He will come here each day to work but only on the first floor, and each night he will stay in rooms elsewhere. The gang leaders have decided we need to keep him a little afraid. This floor will be for us – the leaders have agreed. You and I will make our new room back there, the big one with the windows beside the other bathroom. Have Miguel and any of the bangers you need help you set it up and tell Miguel he can now have a room on the second floor. We will use this area as before, a place to eat, have meetings, or fuck, for us and my enforcers. Would you mind cooking for them sometimes? You know the food they get from the prison is often shit, only good for pigs, so a good meal with us sometimes I know they would like. We will use El Capo’s old bedroom for our guests, I have some others I need you to meet, that is if you want some more dick?” I laughed and said, “You know I am AIDs slut marido, bring it on!” The next several days were busy as I made our new bedroom and expanded prison home the best I could, had Santos’ things moved up, and even helped set Miguel up in his new room. He was so excited and had never had his own room before and had just slept in whatever corner he found. True it was not really a room, just a closet big enough for a little mattress and a box at the back of the large dorm room where several of the enforcers slept, but to him it was the best. I established a daily routine of caring for Santos and his enforcers. Miguel was able to get me a regular supply of fresh eggs, so breakfast became the meal that everyone came to expect and enjoy, and I was happy to cook and play host for Santos and his men. There was still tension in the prison from the recent regime change, but there had been no fights or violence, yet I still worried about Santos each time he walked down the stairs. It was only at night as I lay in bed with Santos, that the worry went away. Saturday morning was bright and sunny, breakfast had just wrapped up and I was in the kitchen cleaning up when Santos came in, wrapped his arms around me, kissed my neck and said, “Little Papi, tonight we will have a special guest. OK? Send Miguel out for something special, candy or something, and I will send some of my gangbangers out to get something special to drink. Make sure your ass is ready as I plan to watch you take some good polla!” I spent the day getting things ready and was horned up and excited and was hoping it would be the leader of MS-13 again as he had an amazing dick! It was later then I expected when I heard Santos’ voice as he began to walk up the stairs. I had on a new white, Nike t-shirt and a pair of jeans, the table was set with glasses, assorted liquor, and the candies Miguel had found at the Mercado, along with several cigarette packs. I saw Santos first, who was followed by a man who was about 40, shorter then me, longer black hair, who was wearing a long sleeved plaid shirt and black pants. They came to the table and Santos said, “This is David, the leader of Calle 18.” I shook his head and must have had a look of surprise on my face as David laughed and said, “I know, hardly a typical Honduran name, but my mother loved the nuns and the church, and when an old midwife told her that her son would grow up to be a king, she figured that David fit since he was King of the Jews. Little did she know I would be king of a bunch of bangers!” Santos and David both sat down, I filled their glasses, and they proceeded to chat and drink and relax. I was not quite sure what I was supposed to do, so I just sat beside Santos and tried to anticipate what they might want or need. After about an hour David got up to use the bathroom. Santos pushed his chair back, pulled it away from the table several feet, pulled his pants down, sat back down and said, “Get undressed and suck me.” I glanced at the bathroom, then Santos, and did what he asked. I was nursing Santos’ dick when I heard David walk out of the bathroom. “You see mi hermano, I told you I had a nice surprise for you. His culo is tight and fresh and has not been fucked in days, and I think you will enjoy. Do not worry, no one else is here and we will not be interrupted. I know your wife and beautiful children, but we are friends and what is wrong with a little fun? We live a hard life you and I, so I wanted to share this with you.” I could not see David’s face and he did not respond, but he was soon rubbing a hand around my ass, feeling each cheek. “Go on mi hermano, stick your finger in there, feel how tight and how good that feels, doesn’t that feel good?” Santos said. David slid a finger into my dry hole. I was not sure he had ever fucked ass before, but he then spit on his hand and worked his fingers back up my ass while I continued to suck Santos. Santos then pushed my head back and stood up, “Here, let him stand up and bend over, then you can really enjoy it.” I bent over, held onto the chair as Santos grabbed a seat, lit up a cigarette, and watched as David worked his hard dick into my raw ass. He was not as big as Santos, maybe about 9 inches and not very thick, and he seemed hesitant. Once he was in though he started to moan and I knew he enjoyed it, especially when I clenched my ass on the outstroke. I could see Santos stroking his dick while he watched us, and that made me horny as hell. David fucked me at a slow and steady pace for several minutes and then said something in Spanish I did not understand. His hands gripped my sides as he tensed and shot his load in my ass. I did not know if he was infected or not, but any cum was good cum. When he was done he pulled out, grabbed a napkin off the table, wiped his dick off, and sat back down. Santos pulled up his chair, I got dressed and sat back down, and they resumed their conversation like nothing had happened. When David got ready to leave he shook my hand, held it and squeezed it tight and said, “I look forward to seeing you again.” My ass was still wet with his load when I replied, “I would like that. Anytime you want to visit, you are always welcome here.” I asked Santos if I did OK and he assured me I did better than OK, and that it was important for him to build a personal relationship with the gang leaders and that now I was an important part of that. The cum pig in me came out when I asked, “So when do I get to be fucked by the leader of Control Machete? I hope he has a nice dick!” Santos laughed, pushed me to the bedroom, and did not answer me as he gave me two more loads before we finally fell asleep, safe and content. I guess it was a couple days later when it was time to get up to make breakfast and I just could not move. Finally Miguel came into our room looking for me and shook me awake. My head was pounding, I felt hot, my body ached and the second I tried to get out of bed I felt wicked nauseous. What was wrong? Miguel looked at me, touched my forehead, swore, pushed me back onto the bed and said, “I’ll be right back.” He soon returned with Santos who sent Miguel out of the room. Santos sat on the edge of the bed and asked me how I felt, he put his hand on my forehead, then he put his right hand on my left cheek, turned my head to face him and said, “My Little Papi is mine forever now,” as a big smile spread across his face. I didn’t understand and Santos said, “I think you now have my AIDs Little Papi, mi mujer. I am always inside you now, always with you, and the sicker you get the more infected we know you will be.” This was sinking in as Santos stood up, got undressed, crawled onto the bed, raised my legs, spit on my hole, and pushed his dick in. Santos leaned down over me and whispered, “You are mine Little Papi. I know you don’t feel well and it will get worse, much much worse. I also know you may not feel like having sex right now, but this is not about what you want, no mi mujer. This is what I want. I want you to have more AIDs dick, and there is not better time then when you are sick. So I am going to make sure you get fucked as much as possible while you are sick and do not worry if it gets dirty, the bathroom is next door, and what is important is taking their cum. Dime lo que queires – tell me what you want Little Papi. You want my AIDs forever don’t you mi mujer? You going to be my AIDs mujer? OH FUCK PAPI….” Stay tuned for Chapter 6: Full on Infection and Control Machete Shows me What They Got

The Southeast DC Breeders Market - My ass was leaking cum like a river and I was higher than I thought possible. My eyes slowly opened, the spinning in my head eased, yet something was still not right – oh yeah – I was being fucked by someone. I didn’t know who, the blindfold prevented that, and this was pretty much how the last 7 days had been at the Breeder’s Market in Southeast DC. What the fuck was that last shit Lionel had made me smoke? My find focused a little more as the chain attached to the leather collar I was wearing was jerked and Lionel’s menacing voice said, “You back with me? Fucking white cum whore. Giving you all the dick you can handle, didn’t I promise you that? Say yes MASTER! You’re still mine for the rest of the day and I am going to make damn sure you don’t forget this black snake spitting up in that hole.” As my ass was continued to be filled with raw meat and cum, I thought back over the past week. DAY 1 - The Breeders Market in Southeast, DC (SE-DC) was a very different market than the one we had held on Embassy Row in the mansion the night before. The Mares, Stable Masters, and the Breeders were all here as well, different ones of course, but between the drugs, liquor, location, and crowd, the SE-DC Market was a scene all its own. Like my new home in Chicago with Deacon at the headquarters of COVENANT, our new official outpost in DC was a large warehouse complex. The complex we bought contained its own underground parking area, loading docks of various sizes, a section that used to be used for storing and processing meat, a mechanic’s garage where the trucks and vans used to be repaired, various other warehouse spaces, and finally a 4-story section that we had totally rebuilt to handle our drug and other business ventures as well as to provide space to live and play for Lionel and his crew. After Uncle Jack kidnapped me and Deacon rescued me, I flew to DC to meet with Lionel and asked him to take over all of our drug and other business in DC and to help me expand what we were doing, including by opening the Breeders Market. I had first met Lionel when I was at the main library taking as much raw dick as I could for Dr Mike. Lionel and his buddies then got down and wild with me in the story The Thugs From the Library Return. Lionel was rough – total street thug with braids, usually wore a Tommy Hilfiger coat, had tats running up his neck, and was well over 6”5, and heavy and thick, and young in his early 20s. I remember the first time he and his buddy (who almost looked like his twin) had fucked me in the bathroom as Lionel stood there, biting his lower lip and stroking his cock as he watched his buddy fuck me, his eyes were big and hungry as he watched my ass take dick. Then when it was his turn, Lionel got behind me, adjusted his footing, bent back a little, bent his knees, and angled his dick straight up into my ass walls. I gasped a little with the pain, saw him smile in the mirror, he bit his lip harder and started to pound. I was hooked and had some wild times with Lionel after that, his buddy (who I finally learned was named Greg, and Greg’s brother Brock). We had decided to run the initial Breeders Market in SE-DC over the course of 7 days as we had men not only from DC and the immediate area, but from Richmond, Baltimore, Philadelphia and everywhere in between invited to come and infect and breed and share whatever bug they could. Even though it was January, I was waiting on the steps of the mansion with my soldiers Captain Fontaine and Captain Baker for Lionel to pick me up. Lionel was in charge of my security for the next 7 days, and my soldiers were not happy about. “I’m telling you again, this is a mistake. Uncle Jack and his assholes are still out there, and fuck, this was their city,” Baker said. Fontaine snarled, “I don’t care what you say, those boys cannot protect you like we can, and besides, you know Ol’Fontaine can’t go that long without shooting a thick hot load deep in that ass of yours?” I smiled at them, we had had this argument several times already and I was not doing it again. Luckily I was saved as Lionel showed up. My soldiers stepped back out of natural caution as a dozen of Lionel’s crew climbed out of the two cars and large, black van, followed by Lionel himself, who stepped out of the van in just a tight white-shirt, followed by a thick haze of smoke. My ass was full of cum from Baker and Fontaine, but got even wetter looking at Lionel. He was one sexy mother-fucker and just oozed power, danger, and raw sexuality. Lionel did not acknowledge my soldiers at all, dismissing them like two fleas, as he guided me to the van, and his boys grabbed my bags and loaded them into the car, the sound of Fontaine talking smack and snarling sending me off. As soon as the van doors closed and we began to roll, Lionel grabbed me, pulled me close to him and said, “Damn bitch, been to long since I got to crawl up in that pussy. Get those fucking pants off, you know what I like and hope you ready, because I this big old black snake has not spit in days.” While I took my clothes off and set them on the padded seat that ran the length of the van, Lionel relit his smoke and topped off his high. It did not smell like weed, and when I was totally naked Lionel handed it to me and said, “I know you don’t really smoke, and no worries. I got lots of powder for your nose and ass once we get to the crib, but this will set you right. Don’t hold it too tight, inhale, hold it, let it burn, then let it out slow.” Lionel dropped his pants as I hit his smoke. The shit burned hard, I had to close my eyes as my head spun, my chest tightened, and my insides got all warm. Lionel took the smoke, motioned with one hand for me to get on the floor, and he took another hit then set the smoke down in an ashtray. “Time to get down to business,” Lionel growled, “For the next 7 days you are my bitch and I hope you brought that special cream of yours that fixes your hole, cause you know what? I plan to rape you so many fuckin times you’ll be shitting my babies a year from now. Guess what else? You know there is nothing I like better then seeing your white pussy bleed, so spread that hole bitch, time to get fucked down!” The swaying of the van as it drove through the DC streets made it a little difficult, but I stabilized myself on my hands and knees, Lionel crawled up behind me, his pants around his ankles making only one position really work. His raw dick was over 10 inches and thick, but luckily my ass was open and full of cum, so when he slammed me it hurt, but not as bad as it could have. “That hole is wet wet!” Lionel exclaimed, “You fuckin slut, you’ll be sorry for denying me my bloody hole bitch! No matter, you going to take this fucking nutt, take it, take my babies!” Lionel finished cumming in me, sat back, lit his smoke, handed it to me, yanked his pants up, then crouch walked to the front and pressed a button that lowered the glass window between us and the driver. I could not hear what they said, but Lionel had an evil grin on his face when he came back and said, “Smoke up, you’re gonna need it as this is going to be old-home-week for you, and here’s a towel. Squat and spit that shit out of your ass. I want that hole dry. Rub that towel inside your hole too.” I did as Lionel told me, and soon the van stopped. Lionel pushed me to the back, grabbed my t-shirt off the floor and tied it around my eyes, then he went to the door and I heard muffled voices. I felt the van shift as someone else got in the back with us, the door closed, Lionel got up beside me, dropped his pants, then guided me on my hands and knees in front of him. “Now bitch, I told you that pussy would bleed, so here’s the deal. You’re gonna suck me real good, get me good and hard again, while our buddy Matt here takes care of business. You remember Matt don’t you? You should you AIDs whore, you let him rape that hole a few times down in the library that I know of for sure. And guess what, he is even sicker now but for a white boy, sure has a hell of a dick. Start sucking!” I first met Matt in the story, Carl – The Homeless Dick Gangbang in the Library and Matt the War Hero - my mind raced, shit, Matt was huge, I have had bigger of course, I mean no one compared to Deacon, but Matt was probably the biggest white guy I had ever had. As he got up behind me his smell filled my nostrils, the smell of stale piss and the last time I had seen him in the library he had clearly pissed himself several times, but his huge dick shot lots of infected cum, so I just tried not to breathe as he had plowed me. His calloused, dirty fingers probed at my hole a little, not to open me up, only to show him where his target was. Lionel spoke up, “Go on man, you remember him don’t you Matt? You want to fuck his hole? Like I told you, I got $50 for you if you make him bleed for me.” Matt needed no other enticement as his mammoth raw dick plunged past my outer ring and into my guts as he said, “I want to fuck.” SHIT! “Fuck no man, I can’t take it like that, stop!” I cried out. Lionel laughed, pushing my head back down onto his dick as Matt pounded my now bleeding hole. “Fuck it Matt, come on now, give him your AIDs and shit, that’s it man, rip that pussy up! Go man, you got it, go on now, shoot that load up there, you cumming in him Matt? Oh good man, good man Matt.” Matt’s big dick pulsed as he shoved it in as far as he could go and paused, my ass quivering around every inch of him. When he was done Matt yanked out, Lionel untied the t-shirt and said to me, “Clean his dick off and look at all that pretty red red. Just like your pussy should be. And take a good look at him too, fucker is way sick, so you know he charged you with some intense bug!” I did as ordered and Lionel was right, Matt was skin and bones except for his dick, which was as meaty as ever. Lionel handed Matt a $50, he climbed out, the van started to move again, Lionel sat back, rolled a new smoke, lit it, then handed it to me. “Hit this hard, I plan to keep you drugged up all week, and do NOT wipe your hole off. I like seeing that red red dripping and streaking.” I looked down saw that the beige carpet on the van floor now was speckled like a scene from CSI. After the smoke, Lionel handed me a black plate with several lines of powder, “A little something to tide you out,” he said as I snorted it up, savoring the burn, and suddenly feeling 1,000 times hornier than I already was. Lionel Laughed, we got dressed, the van slowed, stopped, and I followed him out of the van and into the garage. The Breeders Market would start in a few hours, so Lionel took me on a quick tour. I had not even made it inside yet and I had a couple loads up my ass and was flying high. What would the next several days be like? Stay tuned for Day 1 – Part 2.

Chapter 4 – My Bug Chasing Life – No it’s not a Pixar Movie The evening had been warm as usual, but the night had been more than I could have imagined as Santos had me fucked by a couple of really infected dudes, including The Goat, and then Oscar, the guy with the bull tattoo. I also took several loads from his enforcers before we came back to our rooms, they left, and I found out that a riot had broken out and Santos had been hurt. I cautiously walked back up the stairs and sat down on the steps leading to the third floor. Then I saw him, Santos was coming up the stairs to the second floor, his face cut and bloody. Shit, the look of pain in his eyes, it killed me. I knew right then I loved him. I put my arm around him and helped him upstairs and to the table outside of El Capo’s room. Santos grunted in pain as he sat in the chair and I swore, wondering where the fuck Miguel was. “You could have left,” Santos said. I did not really hear him as I tried to dab the blood away from the gash in his forehead. “Why didn’t you leave, why Little Papi?” Santos asked, grabbing my wrist and making me face him, his piercing eyes now flooded with pain, yet still, there was something more there and in his voice. What do I say? “I..I.. just…I thought you might need me, I thought…” I stammered and sputtered as my emotions overwhelmed me. Santos pulled me closer to him with his right arm and kissed me. My insides turned upside down and I was lost in him again. FUCK! I didn’t understand this. How could I feel something for this guy. He had bought me like a fucking farm animal, kept me captive, yet…yet I wanted to be with him, to belong to him, to love him. Miguel finally arrived with a small, tattered cardboard box containing a few basic medical supplies and a bottle of brandy. He set it on the table then squatted by the window and watched as I bandaged Santos up the best I could. Some of Santos’ enforcers came upstairs as well, and I bandaged them up too, but had to send Miguel out to find some clean t-shirts to tear up to use as we quickly ran out of bandages. As I worked on his enforcers, Santos sat in a chair by the window in his usual stance with one hand on his thigh, the other holding his cigarette, alternately staring out into the now, quiet night, and watching me. The next several days were chaotic as the prison was still tense and there were small fights breaking out that Santos and his men had to keep putting down. I spent my days worrying about him, but I was still El Capo’s wifey, so while everyone else was out dealing with the troubles, El Capo – the Boss in name only it seemed - spent more of his time naked with his dick buried up my ass. El Capo’s new, favorite position was to have me lay on my back on his bed, pull my legs back so he could spit on my hole and hear me cry out as he drove his huge dick in me. “Good fucking wifey,” the Boss said, “Nice bitch, love being up that hole, fits just right around my big old polla, fuck yeah, keep my balls drained like a good wife, good good wife.” While I enjoyed the raw fuck and taking his cum, I could not help but wish for more, more of the bug, more infected dick, more of Santos. The riots and their aftermath had created a shift in power, and while I did not know all that was happening, it was clear everyone was paying less and less attention to El Capo, and the less he had to do, the more El Capo drank. He was a sloppy drunk and soon was passing out long before he could get hard and fuck. That was fine by me for as things quieted down, Santos began coming to see me each night before he went to bed. He would sit in the chair by my bed, smoking his cigarette, the light from the outer room highlighting the muscles in his torso. We would talk for a while about things, his childhood, my childhood, and more, and then when he was ready, he would fuck me and send me to sleep with my ass full of his cum, setting his AIDs virus free to do its work and mark me as his Little Papi. A couple weeks after the riot, everything seemed back to normal except for El Capo who was more and more drunk all the time. He had also began to have a frequent visitor, a man Miguel called the Burro. The Burro dressed in white slacks, white shirt, and white brimmed hat. He apparently owned a number of the businesses in the Mercado, sold drugs, and was an all around prick. When he came to see El Capo he was rude, demanding, and acted like he owned the fucking prison. I didn’t like him and still did not know enough Spanish to understand all that he said to El Capo, but I did know the Boss was always angrier and more agitated when The Burro left and would start yammering about how MS-13 would bow to him, we would see. They always made sure to meet alone, but Miguel would often hang around and sneak back into the kitchen or bathroom if he could to listen. The Burro had never shown any interest in me until one afternoon when I was in the kitchen fixing some food for him and El Capo and when I turned around The Burro was blocking my way. He did not speak any English and I had no idea what he said to me, so I tried to step around him and when I did he knocked the plates of food I was carrying out of my hands and onto the floor. “HEY! What the fuck man!” I hollered. The Burro just sneered at me, opened the zipper on his white pants and pulled out his dick. He was uncut, and it looked like it could be a nice size, but just something about the man did not set right with me. I saw Miguel run past as I went to step around The Burro and when I did, he grabbed my arm, spun me around and pushed me against the wall. “Get the fuck off me asshole!” I screamed and started to try to fight him and get away. I knew I would get into trouble for this, but there was no way I was letting this guy get on me. We struggled for a bit and luckily I was about the same size as he was. The Burro just kept trying to get my pants down and as I went to push at him again suddenly he was off me and crashing into the shelves of canned food on the back wall. I turned, and there was Santos, angrier then I had ever seen him and Miguel standing behind him, looking at me and pointing at Santos. I guess Miguel had realized I was in trouble and had gotten Santos. Santos’ voice was calm, yet had a sharp edge as he said, “Leave,” so Miguel and I rushed out into the main room only to find El Capo passed out, face down on the table. There was a muffled discussion in the kitchen and then we heard The Burro screaming as he came running out holding his nose, his white shirt and pants now covered in blood, and he kept screaming and swearing all the way down the stairs. As Santos stepped into the room casually wiping his hand off on a towel, two of his enforcers stepped into the room. They exchanged words in a whisper with Santos, then left after The Burro. “You two, downstairs, now,” Santos said. I looked at El Capo who was still face down on the table and Santos said, “Don’t worry about him. My boys will put him to bed.” Miguel and I went down the stairs and by this time there was quite a crowd all wondering what was going on, from those there on business to Santos’ enforcers. Santos told Miguel to take me back to Santos’ room and as Miguel led me to the rooms off to the side I realized many of the men in the room looked at Santos the way I felt – with awe, wonder, loyalty, and maybe even a type of love, and I felt a little jealous. Miguel left me in Santos’ room, which was fairly large, bright with two windows, cool from the AC and very clean and neat. Not what I expected I guess. I felt a little uncomfortable as I had never seen his room before and felt like I was invading his privacy. At the same time, I was excited and curious, but I sat in the wooden chair by the window and waited. It was dusk when Santos walked in. He looked tired, but I could see that horny glint in his eye and the bulge growing in his pants. As he walked towards me, Santos placed the every present cigarette between his lips and with both hands, reached down, undid his belt buckle and slid the long, leather belt out of his pants. “Open your mouth,” Santos said. I did, Santos stepped closer, looped the belt around my neck and cinched it tight so that it dug a little into my skin. Holding the belt with his right hand, Santos unbuttoned his pants, let them drop, and guided his bulging donkey dick toward my waiting mouth. I was drooling from hunger and lapped at his AIDs filled precum the moment my tongue was able to reach his piss slit. I wet his dick head and nibbled at the underside, making Santos squirm and moan. As his dick slicked up, Santos pushed it further into my throat, tightening the belt at the same time. I had never experienced that sensation and it was not rough or even choking me, just a guided pressure and tightness that seemed to enhance the sensation of his dick pushing my gag reflex out of the way. Santos did not last long, “Good Little Papi, taking my AIDs dick like I want, want me cum Papi? Want me to coat your throat and guts? Hmmm? Want some more gangbanger cum in you? I got you the biggest infected dick you will have ever seen, oh Little Papi cannot wait to see him make your ass wet!! OH PAPI HERE IT COMES!!!” My mouth and throat were soon filled and coated with his virus filled load, his sperm now swimming down my guts to join the breeders I hoped he would soon give me. “Oh Little Papi,” Santos sighed as he loosened the belt, bent down, and kissed me long and deep. He pulled my head against his hot and sweaty torso and I inhaled his musk and funk as he ran his fingers over my head. He stepped back, pulled up his pants, then said, “Come on Little Papi, this is a big night, and I have someone I want you to – or should I say you will want to meet you AIDs chasing slut!” Wow, this sounded excited, so I stood up, wiped my mouth just in case any evidence was left, and followed Santos back out in the main rooms of the second floor. The outer rooms were packed with gangbangers, all of them armed and the tension was thick. I knew the guys who were Santos’ men, but there were many more, I even saw Miguel handing out bullet clips, and I turned to ask what was going on. Santos shook his head, put his arm around me as we walked and we were surrounded by about 20 of the men, “No worries Little Papi, OK. I promise, you will have a good time.” I licked my lips out of nervousness and the desire for the tangy taste of his load, and let Santos and the escort lead me back to the little room he had taken me to before where the infected men had bred me. Like before, there were a couple of armed enforcers by the outside door, but this time as I walked down the dark hallway I had to squeeze past at least six others to get to the room. What was going on? I entered the room that was about 10 by 10 and lighted this time with several lamps sitting around the floor. The dirty, little mattress was still on the floor and the room was shrouded in smoke, thick and pungent. This time though instead of a couple guys waiting for me there was only one. The man sitting alone at the back of the room stood up and walked towards Santos and I. He was taller than Santos and heavily muscled and had many more tattoos that covered his torso, arms, and even some of his face. His hair was buzzed short and he had a mustache and hair on his chin, both cropped close as well. Santos walked over, they both flashed the ‘devil’s head’ hand sign before they embraced each other, and Santos called him, “hermano”, or brother. While I stood there, they spoke in quiet whispers for a few minutes, Santos looked at me a few times as he spoke, then patted the guy’s arm, came over and put his arm around me as he guided me to the man who was now lighting up a new smoke. “Little Papi, this is my hermano, Sagastume Fajardo, the palabreros of MS-13 here in San Pedro Sula – and not just the prison, the whole fucking city!” My questioning look told Santos I did not know what he meant so he added, “Palabreros loosely translated is ‘those who have the word,’ he is the leader, the top man.” I began to shake a little, suddenly scared shitless as I stood in front of someone I was sure was a murderer and more. Santos squeezed my shoulder and said, “Tonight you and my hermano will spend some time together. You see I have told him how much of a good AIDs slut you are Little Papi and how much you want to chase the bug. He will be your marido, or husband, and you will address him only as mi marido, understand? He’s got the biggest ass packing dick in here, and more cum than I think even you can handle.” The palabreros of MS-13 exhaled a thick, acrid cloud and smiled as he rubbed his crotch. He was a sexy fucker for sure, so I nodded and said to Santos, “I understand.” Santos patted my back and said, “I am always nearby Little Papi, no matter what.” There was something in his eyes as he pulled away that bothered me. What was going on? I did not have time to dwell on it as Santos left, closing and locking the door, while the leader of MS-13 spoke to me for the first time, “Do not worry about your Santos. Mi hermano can take care of himself. So, you are the gringo that I have heard so much about. Come, sit with me, let us drink, relax, and have some fun, OK?” I eagerly grabbed the bottle of Guaro and took several large gulps, choking half of it back up, holy crap what the hell? The MS-13 leader laughed and said, “That muchacho, is some good shit, the best there is, and will fuck you up! Not like most of the shit you find around here, so suck it up.” I tried again, a little more slowly, and as the shit burned my insides raw, mi hermano from MS-13 stood up, waiting, his growing bulge showing what was clearly on his mind. I kneeled at the foot of the gang leader and looked up as he took a big hit on his smoke. Fuck yeah that was sexy! He did not look down as I carefully unbuttoned the top of his jeans and slid them down to the floor. He raised his left leg so I could work his pants past his black boots, the kind like the prison guards wore. Once his pants were off I was able to stare in wonder at the gigantic dick before me. He was bigger than Santos for sure, so donkey did not apply, maybe elephant? I didn’t know but my ass got wet and twitched as I stroked him. The skin of his dick was uniformly dark, and he had what looked like a huge muscle running up the underside of his shaft that stuck out and flexed. His dick head was a deep reddish purple, and he was leaking cum like crazy. I was just getting ready to start licking him when he stopped me, “Oh no gringo, a good wife takes her husband’s cum in her pussy, you want to be a good wife to your marido now don’t you? I also told Santos I would make sure to infect you. Very few people know this, but I have AIDs to, so you WILL get my bug. I also have a few more other things to give you as well and Santos has given his blessing to any and all infections and I can see you like the thought of that too.” My rock hard dick had given away any thoughts I might have tried to hard. “Tomorrow,” the MS-13 gang leader continued, “Will be a new day at San Pedro Sula Prison. You will learn along with everyone else and will see the type of merciless revenge and cruel retribution that MS-13 is known for. Tonight, you will learn something else. You will learn what a true merciless fuck is. Dime lo que quieres! Tell me what you want!” “Please fuck me, PLEASE breed me with your dick, mi marido!!” I said, and meant every word as my body ached to be bred. The gang leader grunted, pushed me towards one of the chairs, which slid against the wall, the sound of wood hitting the concrete creating a small series of echoes. I grabbed the bottle of Guaro with my right hand and gulped hard and fast and set it back on the floor. The MS-13 gang leader stood behind me, running first his right hand down my back and ass, then his left, like he was brushing a pony or something. His engorged dick was bouncing and pushing around my hole the more he stroked me. I was begging and pleading, but was made to wait even longer as he knelt behind me and buried his tongue in my ass. HOLY FUCK that felt good. His tongue felt as big as some dicks I had had fuck me in the past and I was pushing back and moaning and begging even more. The liquor had kicked in big time and I was ready. “Carajo mi culo mi marido, carajo mi culo!! Fuck my ass my husband, fuck my ass!” I was almost screaming now I was so horned up and did not know if I got the Spanish right or not, but assume he got the basic message when he stood back, poured some of the liquor down my crack, and positioned his drooling dick at my fluttering hole. The gang leader’s voice got very serious as he said, “The only way to breed you right, to breed you like the true AIDs slut you want to be is with no mercy. MS-13 shows no mercy. You understand? Is that what you want gringo? A no mercy fuck from my gangbanger dick? Ready to bleed and get infected for MS-13? You want some gangbanger cum in your pussy? Dime lo que quieres! Tell me what you want!” I took a big breath to respond and beg again but did not have a chance to say more as the leader of MS-13 – the nastiest ass packer around began to push his way inside my hole. There was no place to run and my chest tightened as pain shot out from my ass as he steadily pushed inside of me and the blood from my hole announced his entry. My ass felt dry and every little bit of his dick seemed to tear at my insides. I could only gasp and inhale as he pushed as far as he could go. When he had gone as far as he could, he pulled back out, poured some more Guaro on his dick and my hole and pushed back in, getting a little deeper each time. It was not as bad as I thought. Hurt like fuck, I could take it, little did I know. The second the gang leader’s balls touched my ass cheeks, my legs and whole body began to shake and I started to shoot a huge load onto the chair in front of me without even touching myself. DAMN! My insides clamped down on his dick and started spasming, making him moan in pleasure and suddenly he yanked his dick all the way out, dragging my guts with him and making me scream. I was trying to breathe as he then worked the head around my hole a little and drove back in. Pulled back out and drove back in, never giving me time to get used to it and my insides kept spasming and clenching on his dick as wave after wave of orgasm shuddered through me as he pounded me mercilessly over and over and over. The gang leader pulled all the way and said, “Get on the mattress on your hands and knees, that is some good culo and I plan to dig it out nice and fucking deep! Carojo look at the bloody hole!” Like he wasn’t already? I grabbed the liquor first, took a few gulps and felt my head explode as it hit. The liquor down my throat and in my ass was fucking me up! I stumbled to the mattress, got on my hands and knees, and the gang leader squatted behind my ass and drove his raw dick deep. His fingers dug into my fleshy ass as he said, “FUCK YEAH! That’s what I’m talking about now, oh FUCK YEAH! You are a good slut, yes you are, I owe my brother for this little wife, yes I do. You like this gangbanger dicking you down? Dime lo que quieres! Tell me what you want!” “SHOW NO MERCY – SHOW NO MERCY – FUCK ME WITH YOUR AIDS DICK – FUCK ME!!!” I begged and pleaded. The most dangerous man in the prison reached forward, grabbed my shoulders, and pulled me back towards him as his big dick barebacked me deeper than I had ever been fucked. I was still learning I guess and could not believe he was so deep or the amazing feeling it was to have someone shifting my guts around. “Take my fucking cum up that AIDs hungry pussy! Take it gringo! Take this fucking load! OH YEAH GRINGO - FEEL ME BREED YOU!” he hollered loud enough for the whole prison to hear it seemed like. As he shot I could feel his entire shaft swell and pulse as his cum was deposited deep in my sore and abused guts. His dick barely softened and when he yanked it out of my now well-fucked hole I still winced and gasped a little. The even worse feeling was having my ass empty. I was still doggy style on the mattress when he took his fingers, jammed them into my ass and worked them around, pulled them out and reached forward and held them in front of my face. “This is the mark of an MS-13 fuck! See the little dark chunks of blood, the bright red, and the pink goo? All signs have been used and bred like a good AIDs slut. Get up, get me something to smoke, and keep that ass ready as I plan to fuck you all night.” I said, “Hmm, I feel like I have to use the bathroom, is there one in here?” The gang leader laughed, pointed to a bucket by the door and said, “For now, there, but I don’t think you do, I think it’s your insides just trying to figure out what the fuck happened. So you hold it as I want you sloppy wet. But speaking of ---- have you ever drank piss before? Had it up your ass?” I shook my head no, as he smiled, stood over me and said, “Open your mouth. I need to piss and I am not using a bucket when I have a hot piece of culo here to take everything I got.” His piss was dark and sharp and smelled awful and tasted worse, but I drank it down and before I could gag it back up he handed me a new bottle of liquor for me to wash it down with. I spent the next few hours being fucked beyond stupid by the leader of MS-13 in between our drinking and his smoking. After the second load my hole was wide and gaping and he loved finding new positions in which he could scrape my guts as he slammed balls deep. My ass continued to bleed and I was concerned, but he laughed and assured me that was the way a true mujer’s pussy should be and every time he stuck a liquor-covered finger up my ass to pucker my hole, the extreme burning made me realize just how much he had torn me up. I was on my back, my ankles pushed to my shoulders with the gang leader deep dicking me, and my ass making big sloppy noises because it was so wet and full when the door lock clicked and Santos walked back in. I craned my neck to see him. He looked tired, and like he had blood on the front of his pants, but it did not appear to be his, and he looked OK otherwise, so I relaxed and hoped he would enjoy the show. My ass was talking back with every thrust and I was rewarded and blessed with another load of dick snot deep in the bowels from a huge gangbanger dick. The leader of MS-13 collapsed on top of me, panting from the workout, his sweat blurring my vision as it dripped onto my face. After a few minutes he grunted, rolled off me, stood up, shook his head and body like a dog coming in out of the rain, grabbed his t-shirt, wiped his face, then stepped over to speak with Santos. I lay on the cum, blood, and ass stained mattress, sautéed in infected jizz, as they caught up. Santos was lighting a new cigarette while the gang leader went over, pulled his pants on, shook himself again, took a shot of liquor, then came and kneeled by me. He smiled as he looked down at me and drove three fingers up my gaping and ganger filled hole, leaned closed so only I could hear, “I will see you again very soon gringo as I have much more leche for you. Oh, and you will be a great mujer for my brother, with all my blessings.” I was a little surprised and looked at him a bit startled as he pulled his fingers out of my ass, held them to my mouth so I could lick them and winked at me before standing up and leaving through the door, which was closed loudly behind him. I looked at Santos, shifted myself on the mattress and turned so that as I raised my legs and grabbed my ankles and pulled back, he had a clear view of my freshly fucked, bruised, swollen, used, and infected hole. Santos dropped his cigarette on the floor, shucked his pants in a flash and was naked and inside me within seconds. As Santos buried himself as deep as he could I whispered in utter ecstasy, “Te amo, mi marido, I love you my husband,” before realizing what I had said. Santos did not miss a beat though and replied, “Te amo, mi mujer, I love you my wife”. I wrapped my arms around his muscled back and hung on as Santos bound our bodies in union through blood, cum, and his AIDs gift. Stay tuned for Chapter 5 – The First Signs of Infection and Life Under the New Regime

if there's interest in this story line - was thinking of tying these guys back into the Breeder's Market story line - part of the Sire Chronicles - saw one of my 'real life inspirations' Thursday who fucked me up, collared and chained me and fucked the hell out of me

Thanks man as always for the feedback - I know - crazy that this site discusses fucking with k9 and other 'taboo/illegal' subjects yet will flag that to edit - glad you enjoyed and will modify my text yet again to try minimize any of this

Chapter 3 – Chasing the Bug in the Gangbanger Herd of Breeders - “You ready to take some charged up cum now Little Papi?” Santos said. My heart skipped a beat with fear and excitement as I realized I was going to get more raw dick and a load of cum full of the HIV bug. Santos opened his jeans and let them drop to the floor. His eyes met mine and I followed his gaze as he tilted his head down to see the large shadow being cast by his hardening dick. Santos looked back up at me, smiled, stuck his tongue of out of the corner of his mouth just a little, then said, “Have you ever taken some charged cum before Little Papi? Do you know what I mean?” I shook my head no. While I assumed I knew what he meant, my assumptions had ended me up here, so I decided to be cautious. His eyes narrowed, an evil smile making his tear drop tattoo wink, as Santos said, “There are many dangers in here, and as you are part of our family now I promise I will do my best to protect you from them. Do you believe me? Good.” Santos started stroking his dick while he spoke, distracting me as I could not help but stare as his huge donkey dick as he continued, “Suck my dick now. El Capo will not awake for hours, Miguel has learned to not sniff where he does not belong, and no one else will bother us.” I knelt on the concrete floor of the bathroom and was stunned as Santos’ dick looked even bigger up close. Before I could put it in my mouth Santos took his hand and swung his dick hard into my face! Shit, what was that? I was shocked and reeled back a little while Santos placed his right hand on my shoulder to hold me steady and began using his hard dick to beat my face. “You like that Little Papi? My dick is the most dangerous thing in the world right now for you. Open your mouth, that’s it, taste my meat. You taste that precum? You like how it tastes? Come on now, open your throat, let me in there, that’s it, gag on my big dick. I love to hear someone gag on my grande polla as I feed them my charged up cum. You know why my cum is so charged? Hmm… No, no, don’t try to answer, just keep working on my dick, yeah, just like that. Let me hear you gag on it. Good, so good. As I was saying Little Papi, my cum is so charged because I have AIDs and here in prison there are no meds, and we live hard, so my seed is like El Diablo’s, or *****’s babies and when I breed, I breed deep and I don’t stop because this big dick is meant to impregnate anyone I fuck, you understand me?” I just nodded my head a little as Santos was holding my head firm as he worked his dick down my throat. He had pushed hard and forced his way past my gag reflex but my stomach gagged instead and as Santos pulled his dick back out it was followed by a stream of fluid and bile from stomach that splattered all over the floor and onto our pants. Santos laughed as I gasped, wiped my mouth and started to wipe the tears from my eyes before he placed his dick back on my lips and said, “Open up.” I did and Santos drove his dick back down my throat and held it there as my stomach revolted again. I grabbed at his torso to try to push him away, but Santos held firm and said, “I like you Little Papi, and the choice is yours. Do you want me to stop? Or do you want my gift, do you want my charged cum?” My head was spinning from the lack of air, but also what Santos had just said. Oh my God! I had fantasized so long about taking cum full of HIV and while I guess some of the guys who had fucked me since I arrived in Honduras could have been positive, this was the first time in my life that I knew the dick being offered was poison. I had thought about going to a bookstore or even posting an ad online to chase the bug, yet here it was being offered, and being offered by one of the sexiest men I had ever met with a dick that I knew – no matter what – I had to have inside of me. Santos slowly pulled his now rock hard dick out of my throat and I self-consciously wiped up the string of spit that came with it. “Please,” I said with a slightly hoarse voice.“ Santos was still holding my head, looked intently at me and said, “Please what?” I knew I wanted his AIDs cum and felt awkward begging for it, but if this was the only way. “Please fuck me and give me your charged cum, I want your AIDs up my ass!” Santos let go of my head, bent down and said in his calm and reassuring voice, “Little Papi, I will give you my ***** babies and understand, once I start I won’t stop until I have impregnated you good and deep. Get up, brace yourself against the wall while I grab something.” As I stood, my legs shook and my whole body began to tremble in excitement. The thought of intentionally taking a dick full of HIV made me so fucking horny and I still could not believe it was happening. Would I be able to tell? Did AIDs cum feel different? Would I get sick? Shit, I didn’t think about that. The risk, the danger, playing chicken with death – fuck that was hot. Santos reappeared holding a small bottle of cooking oil and a bottle of Guaro. He took a couple big sips from the bottle and when I reached out to have some too he shook his head and said, “No, no, I want you to feel this. I want you to remember this, I want you to be totally sober when I unload in you.” The cooking oil was opened and Santos dribble a small stream onto his dick and the floor. His right hand stroked his dick to full hardness and he then turned me back to the wall and used his now oiled up fingers to slick up my ass. My hole was pretty open from all of the fucking I had been taking the past couple of days and was still full of El Capo’s cum, well at least the cum that had not run out when Miguel started to fuck me. Santos set the bottle of oil on the floor, the clink of the glass against the concrete echoing, the only other sound was the ‘slosh’ of his oiled fingers working my ass. I generally was not into ass play, but the way his fingers worked made me moan and I began to push back onto his hand. “PLEASE GIVE ME YOUR AIDS NOW!!!” I begged again. Santos took his left hand, used his thumb and forefinger to spread my cheeks and his right hand guided his slicked dick to its target. The Boss had a big dick, but Santos’ head was larger and his whole dick was thicker, so my breath caught in my throat as Santos pushed his raw dick inside of me. I put my hand back, trying to ease his entry, but Santos just ignored me and steadily pushed up and in, embedding his poisonous dick inside me. “Ah Papi,” Santos sighed, “The guards were right. You have a sweet ass and I wish I had gotten up in there before El Capo. But now, now is my turn to breed you. Now is my turn to see you and give you my ***** babies. You want my AIDs cum Papi? You want me to infect you?” All I could do was whimper as Santos plowed deeper and deeper into my guts and then begged, “Please fuck me, please fuck me, go deeper, please fuck me deeper!” Santos leveraged his dick deeper in my ass, “Oh here it comes, you’re going to get my AIDs nice and deep up that ass, oh Little Papi! You nasty dick sucker. You nasty cum chaser. Dime lo que queires – tell me what you want. You want my AIDs, you want my cum, oh here you go Papi, just for you Papi, just for…….you…Papi…” Santos’ dick quivered and convulsed as he bred me and gave me his poisonous load. No, I guess his cum did not feel any different, but I knew, I knew he had infected me and changed me forever with that load. Santos slowly moved his hips to work his load around my ass and I turned my head so he could kiss me. My body felt like I had stuck my finger in a light socket as his lips touched mine. He pulled my body close to him and said, “I got you good Little Papi, got you good. Did you like that? Did you like taking my AIDs cum? You did? Let me tell you a little secret now, I know some pretty sick and infected homeboys in here who have not been able to fuck in so long. The whores here all know them and won’t let them touch them. Would you take their AIDs cum too for me? Let them charge your ass so I can use their nasty cum to fuck you some more? You want to chase the bug through the gangbanger herd? I want to fuck you so bad with their homeboy cum up there, their homeboy AIDs inside you, oh yeah Papi, fuck shit – take another load, take some more of my cum, take it….” I melted into Santos’ body as he gave me infected load number two. Slowly, Santos’ breeding stick softened and slid out of my ass, letting a thick river of his cum run down my leg. Santos took both hands, ran them up my legs to scoop up his gift, then held them out for me to lick clean. He was enraptured as my tongue and mouth took every drop and I had never tasted anything so good! When I finished, Santos said, “So my Papi, my Little Bug Chaser, did you get what you wanted?” I smiled and replied, “Yes, thank you, that was fucking unbelievable. Is it true what you said, about um… the other…I….how come your friends just don’t fuck other prisoners.” Santos laughed, hugged me close and whispered, “Si, all true, I will make sure you get lots of deposits, lots of raw dick bangers stabbing your back, but you have to always do what I say, understand? And this, this stays between us, El Capo only needs to know what I tell him. You know what is machismo? Well, we have a code and fucking our homeboys just is not done. That’s why some gangs have ‘wifeys’, boys, girls, whatever, some use only the hookers in the Mercado, we are not like the States where prisoners fuck each other like common dogs.” I nodded, Santos let me go, and we both pulled ourselves together. “El Capo will probably wake up in an hour or so and you had better be prepared. He will want to fuck you and get a nutt to start his day, then eat, then he will tell you what else he needs before he starts his business,” Santos said. His business? Fuck it was past noon, he must have some crazy business hours, which I would soon learn was so true as El Capo drank and partied until the early morning before passing out. “I’ll send Miguel back up. He can tell you how El Capo likes some things and will help as you need him to. Remember what I told you and you must be obediente in all things, you understand? I’m out, have some things to do, but if you need me, Miguel or the homeboys downstairs know where to find me.” I watched Santos leave the bathroom and thought that that had been the most romantic and amazing sex I had ever had, even if it was in a prison bathroom. There was something about Santos, something so calm and reassuring, but then that wild intense underside, damn I wanted to get fucked again. Reality set in though, and I figured if I was going to find a way out of here I needed time, so I best do a good job at being El Capo’s ‘wifey’. I was busy in the kitchen area when Miguel returned, trailed by two of Santos’ bangers carrying boxes. They set the boxes down and left as Miguel handed me a pair of folded up jeans, and a blue t-shirt with Mickey Mouse on it. He smiled knowingly and said, “Santos told me you might need to change and to give you these and that you should wash up and shower. I’ll then show you where things are here. I used to help El Capo’s last boy…wife..ummm…well I know.” Miguel started unpacking food from the boxes as I went back to the bathroom, memories of Santos inside me flooding my mind. Miguel showed me how the little kitchen worked and we cooked up a large pot of rice and beans with some cocunut milk, some kind of green vegetable, and put out a bunch of oranges and a plate of tortillas. He said El Capo usually only ate meat on Sundays and loved chicken with rice and corn and it was hard to get good fresh eggs, even for El Capo, although he had to have his dark coffee with his ‘breakfast.’ The food was ready and Miguel and I were sitting at the wood table outside his room when El Capo threw his bedroom door, making us both jump and started growling in Spanish. I had no idea what he was saying and was confused not only by the Spanish, but by the sight of his big morning hardon. DAMN! Miguel got my to focus, and told me he wanted his coffee. I scrambled to the kitchen, poured out the coffee that looked like mud, and took it to his room. El Capo was standing in the middle of the floor stroking his dick, his eyes half closed as he looked like he was still part way asleep. “Bend over wifey, my balls are aching.” I took my pants off, and bent over with my legs spread wide bracing myself on a wooden chair in the corner of his room. El Capo was the Boss, so I guess that meant no foreplay as he roughly tried shoving his dick up my ass. He then spit on my ass crack, rubbed it up and down a little then slammed his head into me. I flinched, but then remembered reading on the bareback sites about how if you bleed and tear your hole you have a better chance when chasing the bug, so I gritted my teeth, arched my back and pushed my ass back. El Capo liked that and started to slam fuck me, “Oh you’re a good wife, nice bitch, oh yeah, taking that hole good, got a big morning load for you.” I was then startled as El Capo stopped and started to speak to someone. I turned and saw Miguel standing in the door. He looked at me with a mischievous grin, then nodded at El Capo, then got down on his hands and knees, pushing his way between me and the chair and taking my hard dick in his throat. What the fuck? The raw dick in my ass started fucking again as Miguel sucked on me. Shit – that was wild! “Harder Boss, fuck me, fuck me harder, fuck your wife,” I said. El Capo picked up his pace and as he squeezed my nipples hard and his body tensed unloading his sperm, I shot into Miguel’s mouth who gobbled up my load. The Boss yanked his dick out of my ass, Miguel pushed me to the side to get to it and licked him clean of my ass juice, El Capo’s cum, and the red that now speckled his dick. El Capo patted Miguel’s head, pushed him to the side, and Miguel said something to him. El Capo paused, looked at me, then said, “Yes, yes, you are like a son to me, so fuck my wifey here anytime you want. You need to learn to be a man and stay the fuck off your knees unless you want to be someone’s wife too, you hear me. Now where the fuck is my breakfast.” El Capo strutted out of his room to the table and Miguel smiled like the Cheshire cat –– sneaky little bastard. “We’ll see what Santos says about this,” I told him as I left to feed the Boss. The rest of the day was spent serving El Capo – the Boss – and his lieutenants. Making them food, cleaning away dishes, bringing drinks, sending Miguel off to get more Guaro from wherever they kept that. I was fucking exhausted, and had not slept in what felt like forever. Finally the day wound down and El Capo passed out in his bed with a couple of bottles of Gurao at his side. While part of me wanted some more dick, I was too tired and made my way to my small room and dropped onto the little wood bed and promptly fell asleep. The next several days were basically the same. I’d wake up, clean up the rooms, prepare food, wait with Miguel for El Capo to wake up and his lieutenants to show up, El Capo would breed me first thing, and then would pass out late into the night, too drunk to fuck or do anything. Miguel did not try pulling his little stunt again and although I had not said anything to Santos, had barely even seen him, I guess the threat alone was good enough to keep Miguel in check. It was a Saturday night, El Capo and his men had all partied very hard with liquor and more and when El Capo crashed, the party moved elsewhere and I could hear music and shouting from throughout the prison as the wind carried the sounds of revelry through the open windows. After finishing my duties, I lay in bed for a while and thought about how to escape. I had not even been able to go downstairs since I had got here, let alone figure out a way out of the prison. Maybe I could get word to the embassy or something? But how, shit. I still saw no options, none at all, and again realized the best thing I could do was lay low, do what they wanted, and bide my time. I had finally gone to sleep when I was startled awake by a hand over my mouth, “Shhh Little Papi, it’s OK! It’s OK.” I looked up in terror only to see Santos, his reassuring smile making me feel safe. Once he knew I would not scream, Santos sat back in the wooden chair beside my little bed, his legs spread wide, and enjoyed his cigarette. He still had no shirt on, most guys here don’t wear them but often carry them in their back pockets I notice. Sweat was glistening over his torso and in the thin shafts of light I was mesmerized. Fuck he was hot! With his left hand Santos began rubbing the bulge in his leg, “So Little Papi, how does that culo feel? Has El Capo been fucking you like a good wifey? He seems pleased so far, which is good. Keep that up and we’ll have no problems. But El Capo cannot give you what you want can he? That big dick of his is not enough now is it? No, little bug chaser, I think you’ve been missing my charged up cum haven’t you?” My dick got hard, my ass started getting wet, and I fidgeted in the bed as Santos spoke. He was right, right about it all. “El Capo won’t wake up for a long time. I made sure he had a little something extra special tonight so that you and me could take care of some things. I have some strong, big dicked homeboys all lined up to stab that back and deposit their loads up in your culo nice and raw, the only way. You ready to be bred by a gangbanger herd?” “FUCK YES!” I said, practically jumping out of the bed. Santos laughed, eased me back with his left hand on my shoulder. “Relax Little Papi, we got plenty of time. My homeboys have not had any good hole in a long time, so I put the word out and got you some nasty charged up cum churning in some big old balls. I’ve been thinking all week about watching you being dicked down, nasty bug chaser slut, taking those AIDs loads, making it nice and sloppy for me – damn!” Santos was full on rubbing his hard dick through his jeans now, he smiled at me, held the cigarette between his lips, leaned back in the chair, unzipped his pants, shifted his weight a little and pulled them down over his hips exposing his ripe, hairy balls and giant donkey dick. I didn’t have to be invited twice as I was like the Road Runner and was between his legs in a flash with his poisonous dick gagging me. To get a better angle, Santos stood up, I kneeled a little straighter, he placed his left hand on the top of my head to hold me in place, while he continue to enjoy his cigarette. I looked up, fuck he was sexy standing there over me, smoking, his sweat running down his torso, his dick filling my throat and making my eyes tear up. Santos tossed his cigarette onto the floor, the stub of the butt still smoking while he grabbed my head with both hands, angled his hips and drove his dick balls deep. I gagged, my eyes streamed tears, snot came out of my nose, and my stomach tried to heave, but Santos did not let up and fucked my throat like he did my ass – deep and no stopping once he started. All I could do was hang onto his hips and focus on trying to capture slivers of air in between his strokes. “Little Papi wants my cum? Huh? You want to taste my AIDs cum? Swallow that nutt you AIDs slut? That’s right, open that throat, let me bang you out, that’s right, come on now, that’s right, swallow that nutt, swallow it, TASTE MY AIDS!!!” I was dizzy from lack of air and my head hurt as Santos squeezed it hard letting me know he was shooting his hot load down my throat. Frankly I could not tell as his dick was deep and the only time I tasted his load was when he pulled his dick back and let me gasp some air before licking what was left of his load as it dripped out of his piss slit. My knees hurt, so I stood, Santos pulled me close to him, leaned down and gave me a long, passionate kiss, working his tongue around my mouth and tasting his load. He pulled back, wiped my face dry with his hands and I melted in his eyes. “Gracias, gracias, I plan on charging you from both ends tonight. Like I said, I love hearing someone gag on my polla and that was good, real good. Hmmm……” His dick was still hard and I wanted it up my ass, so I reached down to stroke him, but Santos stopped me, “Time to go. My homeboys are waiting and you are going to get plenty of dick tonight. Here, grab some Guaro, you’re going to need it.” I followed Santos out to the center room and at the stop of the stairs the same three guys who were with him when I arrived were waiting, all armed and tense. They all smiled at me and one of them reached out and slapped my ass hard. I assumed they were part of the evening’s agenda and this was confirmed when Santos put his arm around my shoulder and leaned in and said, “My boys here are still clean, surprisingly, but I hope not for long and we’ll do a special show for them at the end of the night so you can help with that. You see, I like the gangs to think me and my enforcers all have AIDs, whether we do or not. It makes them think twice about taking a swing at us or doing anything where we might bleed on them, so works in my favor.” I shook my head, and still did not understand so much here, but loved the feeling of Santos’ arm around me as we walked. We did not go far. The enforcer in the lead opened a door and entered, motioned us in and we followed. There were two other armed guys standing in a hall. Santos smiled, “It’s OK. I want some privacy so my home boys here are ensuring no one wanders along where they don’t belong. Go on now.” I walked down the dark hallway and entered a room that was about 10 by 10 and lighted with a lamp sitting on a crate. There was a little mattress on the floor in the center of the room, a couple guys sitting in chairs, and the shadows created from the lamp made them look menacing and like death. The smoke hung thick in the room and between that and bottles of liquor, I knew they were full on partying. “Say hello to La Cabra – the Goat,” Santos said as he chuckled and pushed me towards to the closest man. “He’ll get things started. Have fun you little cum chaser, I’ll be back soon, just have to go check on a few things.” Santos left the room and the one called La Cabra walked over to me and said something in Spanish. “I’m sorry, I don’t understand,” squeaking out my replay as my throat was sore as hell from the wind pipe fuck Santos gave me. I grabbed a bottle of Guaro, took several long gulps, which burned and eased the pain in my throat. The Goat looked at his two friends, dropped his pants, and started wagging his dick at me. I understood that, got naked, on my hands and knees, and began sucking his dick. What the fuck? I pulled away and tried to look at his dick closer in the dim light. It had large, scaly patches on it and tasted really bad, more than just unwashed, something else. The Goat laughed, said something else and pushed my head back onto his dick. I started jacking my dick thinking he must be really infected or have something else, and that was fucking hot! I was enjoying his nice dick when Santos came back, took a seat in one of the chairs, lit a cigarette, and said something to the other two guys which made them all laugh. The Goat reached down and pulled me up, I figured he wanted to fuck, but I had a special request first. “Umm…I… read once….I…” tried to stammer out to Santos as I bent over and whispered in his ear. “What is it Little Papi, you having second thoughts now?” “No, no, not at all, I just..OK, I read someplace that the best way to take some charged cum is to make sure your ass is a little bloody and raw, you know? I want this so bad – I want to please you – and want to be a nasty cum slut for you – so I thought….” Santos’ smile widened, he put his hand on my shoulder and squeezed it tight, “Damn Papi, you’re going to be a good little bug chaser for me. Yeah, yeah, you’re right. Hang on.” Santos went to the door, said something to his enforcer who was standing there who disappeared. “Come on, have some more to drink before he gets back,” Santos ordered. I took several more gulps and started stroking La Cabra’s dick. I was not sure why they called him the Goat, he was just your average guy as far as I could tell, and his dick was really infected for sure. The scabs or whatever they were seemed to crack and leak a little as his dick got fully hard and with the liquor fully kicking in I wanted more and knelt back down to keep sucking him. In a minute Santos’ guard returned, Santos said something to his friends who all whooped and hollered a little. He kneeled beside me and held forward his hands for me to see. Santos said, “You ready for this Little Papi? Look what you’re doing to my dick just thinking about you as a greedy charged cum slut, wanting the bug to take. I’m going to make sure we infect you good.” With that Santos poured some Guaro out over a toothbrush his enforcer had brought, pushed me down doggy style, the Goat spread my cheeks open as Santos found my hole and started shoving the toothbrush into my hole. I cried out as the toothbrush punched through my hole, Santos poured some more liquor down my crack and then started twisting the brush round and round my hole, pulling it out and pushing it back through my ring, then shoving it deep and scraping my guts. I felt like crying, this was a pain I had never really experienced and it was not pleasant at all as my previously hard dick shriveled to a nub. Santos kept at his work until he was satisfied, he pulled the toothbrush out and held it for me to see. “CARAJO! Fuck, look at that, all bloody and red Little Papi, you’re ready,” Santos said eagerly. I stayed in position as the Goat got behind and without any lube slammed his dick through my bloody ass ring. I yelped and tried to run, but he held firm as he pounded my ass. My ass ring was searing with pain and every thrust I knew his scabby, dripping dick was infecting my hole. The more I thought about that, the less the pain became and my dick got hard again. “Please infect me, give me your nasty cum!” I pleaded. Santos translated and the Goat was soon seeding and breeding my bloody hole with his gangbanger cum. He pulled out and I started to turn to clean him off when one of the other guys mounted me. God that felt so good. Other fucks had been amazing, but the intense feelings of them fucking my torn and bloody ass was fucked up! Total mix of pain and pleasure but the knowing – the knowing they were all infected was a dream come true. The best thing of all though was looking at Santos and seeing him totally loving watching his homeboys breed me. The second guy finished breeding my ass and before the third guy could mount me, Santos handed me a bottle of Guaro and while I hit it, he went to work on my hole again with his toothbrush. His enforcer at the door was much more interested in what Santos was doing than watching the door as he was surprised when a new guy joined us. He was quite young and in the dim lamp light I could see a large bull head with horns tattooed on his torso. He swaggered into the room, after rubbing his liquor covered fingers around and in my torn hole, Santos stood up and greeted him as the third guy mounted me and started fucking. On my hands and knees I now got a good look at the second homeboy who had fucked me. He was very skinny and sick looking and I hoped he was full blown as the thought of being that nasty and dirty was hot as hell! He saw me staring at him and lifted his pant legs to show the large purple patches on his legs – shit! He was! I smiled, he smiled back and went back to stroking his dick while his friend unloaded in me. Santos continued speaking with the new guy as the first guy loaded my ass again then left. When the second guy got behind me, I reached back with my right hand and rubbed his calf’s stains of disease, fantasizing about how infected he was. His second load came quickly too and I was disappointed as none of them were fucking very long and I wanted more. He was soon followed by the third guy so it was just me, Santos, and the new guy with the bull tattoo. Santos called me over, “This is Oscar. He is a total culero, or someone who fucks the ass, and his dick is scarred and nasty from all the shit he’s got and he can’t wait to breed you. But he really only likes women, and does not want to be touched, so I’m going to tie your t-shirt around your face and use my belt to tie your hands back over your head to this pipe in the wall. OK Little Papi?” I took several big swigs from the Guaro bottle, Santos scooted the mattress closer to the wall, I got on my hands and knees then laid forward so my ass was out and up and my arms were stretched out in front of me as Santos covered my face and tied my hands to the pipe. Once I was in position, I felt the burning of the liquor and the needle sharpness of the toothbrush once again prepping my hole to be bred. I held my breath as I heard Oscar get undressed. I could not see anything and flinched a little when he first touched my ass. He jammed two, thick and rough fingers into my hole, worked them around a bit then pulled them out. I guess testing the waters and he must have been satisfied as he then put one hand on my lower back as he eased himself down and positioned his dick at my hole. NO FUCKING WAY! His dick felt twice as big as Santos’. Oscar spread my legs a little with his, positioned his dick head again, grabbed two handfuls of flesh and slam fucked me. I could not even whimper or cry out as it took my breath away feeling my hole rip like that and the hot blood come out of my hole. His dick was not as long as Santos’, but was much much thicker, so I felt it bad as he would pull all the way back out and slam back into my hole. He thrust several times, pulled out, stuck his fingers back in my hole and worked them around then slammed them back in. Oscar kept repeating that until it felt like my hole had no stretch left, and then he seemed satisfied as the next time he slammed in he went balls deep and started working his dick around, making me feel every raw, infected inch. No one had ever fucked me like that before and I loved it! I started to beg for him to fuck me harder until he slapped my head and I shut up and just let him use me as he wanted. My legs were cramping and my arms and shoulders hurt, but Oscar kept fucking and after about 20 minutes of long dicking me he squeezed my ass hard as his dick started to shoot a hot, steady stream up my ass. I could feel it! Holy shit, that was wild. He cummed a ton and when he yanked out a big stream of cum, ass juice, and blood ran down my left leg. I was breathing hard as he and Santos shared a few words and he left. In my daze I did not hear or realize what was coming next and felt the toothbrush again before Santos slide his huge donkey dick up my shredded ass. “Oh Little Papi! Oscar made you bleed good for me. Did you feel his infected cum? Did you feel the Goat’s cum and my other homeboys? Hmm….Did you like sucking his nasty dick? Even the $2 whores in the Mercado will not touch his dick, but you did Papi, you took it all. Fuck I loved that! I loved watching you chase those infected dicks, taking that nasty cum, being a nasty cum slut for their AIDs and shit!! You want my AIDs Little Papi? Want your bloody hole bred? Oh here it comes, here comes that nutt for my Papi, you my Papi, yes you my Papi, OHHH……PUTA!!!” Santos unloaded his charged cum inside me, mixing his load with the others I had just taken and collapsed onto my back. Once he got his breath back he gently slid out of my bruised hole, rubbed my ass, bent down and kissed each cheek, then grabbed the toothbrush and stuck it back it my hole. “You ready to infect my homeboys who work for me? They’re not wifeys so they don’t get fucked, but they are chasing the bug too. I’ve told them you are as well and it turns them the fuck on like it does me. They all want your nasty slut hole, so let’s get it ready and I’ll get them ready too.” My hole was prepped and I stayed in position tied to the pipe with cum and blood running out of my ass as Santos spoke to his enforcers. As he was speaking to them three others showed up, exchanged words, Santos came back and said, “My homies here will keep playing ok Little Papi. I need to go take care of something. They will take you back to your room if I am not back by the time they are done. Be good you little cum slut, enjoy their leche.” The remaining enforcers soon joined me and one by one they fucked and bred my bloody and cum filled ass. I was a total bug chaser and wanted them to be as well. I don’t think they understood me, but I kept begging them to fuck my AIDs filled ass. After they had all fucked me, I guess they were concerned that Santos was not back, so they untied me and escorted me back to El Capo’s floor of rooms. We could hear some loud noises coming from somewhere in the prison and so they immediately left. I checked on El Capo and he was still out, so I sat at the table and waited. The noises got louder, it sounded like fighting, but all I could see from the window were the tin covered roofs. After a while Miguel showed up, out of breath and excited as he stammered, “There’s a riot, MS-13 and Control Machet got into it, the guard’s won’t get involved, the other bosses called for Santos and his enforcers. I think he’s hurt,” and then he ran back out. I ran down the stairs to the main door on the first floor. No one was around at all and the door was open. I guess it was all hands on deck. Then it hit me, I could leave. I was sure that with all the distractions going on I could find my way out somehow. Suddenly I thought, shit, what if Santos was hurt bad? I started pacing in worry, the fun of taking all the raw dick and AIDs cum long forgotten as were my thoughts of leaving as Santos filled my mind. My brooding was interrupted as Miguel came running in, “He’s back. He’s hurt, oh fuck, he’s cut, and like, oh shit.” My Eagle Scout training kicked in, “Is there a medical kit here, I need something to use for bandages, get some brandy too or something and needle and thread, wait leave me your belt!” Miguel ran back out and it was not long before I heard voices coming nearer. I cautiously walked back up the stairs and sat down on the steps leading to the third floor and El Capo, who was still out cold. Then I saw him, Santos was coming up the stairs to the second floor, his face cut and bloody as he spoke to some of his enforcers he was held his left arm like he was in bad pain. I sat on the stairs waiting for him to notice me, and he did. God, the look of pain in his eyes, his face did not show it, but his eyes did and it killed me. I knew right then I loved him as it wrenched my heart to see him in pain. Santos slowly took the stairs and I stood up to meet him. I put my arm around him and helped him upstairs and to the table outside of El Capo’s room. Santos grunted in pain as he sat in the chair and I swore, wondering where the fuck Miguel was. “You could have left,” Santos said. I did not really hear him as I tried to dab the blood away from the gash in his forehead. “Why didn’t you leave, why Little Papi?” Santos asked, grabbing my wrist and making me face him, his piercing eyes now flooded with pain, yet still, there was something more there in his eyes and in his voice. What do I say? Stay tuned for Chapter 4 – My Bug Chasing Life – No it’s not a Pixar Movie