San Pedro Sula Prison: A Bug Chaser’s Dream

[whthole4u]

San Pedro Sula Prison: A Bug Chaser's Dream - Chapter 1 - Dear Cousin – It has been 19 months, 21 days as far as I can tell since I was last able to contact you. I am not sure if you will get this or not, but I wanted to try and had these letters/my diary smuggled out in a Pringles can, with a promise that it would be mailed. I just wanted you to know I was alive and well, but please do not tell anyone in the family or the authorities! If you do, my life would be at risk and I would be killed as well as the man I love and my new family. I have always told you and Dale how much I admired your relationship and that I hoped to find that for myself someday, a man who truly loves me, and I have!! Although not in the way I would have ever imagined. You have always enjoyed the stories of my sexual escapades, so am sure you will find much in here to enjoy as well. Take care, all my best, and I will be in touch again if I can and someday, maybe someday, if all works as planned, you will see me again and my new man. Love – Your Cousin

I needed a break. Work and life had become too much and I just went through a bad breakup. My boyfriend had caught me looking at some websites about barebacking and HIV fetish/bug chasing and also found some of my letters to you Cousin where I talked about the fantasy and asked if you and Dale fucked each other raw and he freaked. He accused me of cheating, of risking his health, of being stupid, and more. No matter how much I tried to explain it was just curiosity, he would not believe me, and so we went our separate ways. While I had not cheated or ever barebacked, that was the truth, but my interest was more than curiosity. I was fascinated and jerked off every day thinking about my boyfriend fucking me raw, or some stranger infecting me, and felt that we were missing out on an important connection in our relationship.

So, I planned a vacation to San Pedro Sula, Honduras, the second largest city in the country and about a 3-hour drive from Copan, a Mayan site I had read about and wanted to visit. The heat was the first thing I noticed when I got off the plane as it is always 80-90 degrees here and I came in May, the hottest month of the year. The taxi from the airport had no air conditioning so I was happy to get to my room at the Hilton Princess hotel and relax a bit. As soon as I checked in I approached the concierge whose name tag said HUMBERTO, he was about 50 and I told him I would like to go see the city if he could find me a taxi that I could hire for the afternoon as I wanted to do several stops. Then I quietly tried to ask him about any gay bars, including a dance bar I found online called Spot. I was not sure he understood that part although he spoke pretty good English, so thanked him, gave him a nice tip, went to my room and two hours later he called, said he had a driver for me, and so I went to the lobby.

Humberto was now in his street clothes and met me by the elevator. I asked, “Where do I find the taxi?” He shook my hand and said, “No, no taxi, I will drive you, anyplace you want to go, $50 U.S., ok?” Sounded like a good plan to me and made me feel safer since he worked at the hotel. We hopped into his car and he took me to the Central Park, drove me around the city, told me a bit about the history as the city was founded in 1536, took me to the Guamilito Market, then to the Circunvalacion – the night district – for dinner where I invited him to join me. Once I finished dinner I figured it was now or never, so I asked him again about gay bars and Spot.

“You like men?” Humberto asked with a lecherous smile, “Yes, well that place is OK, but very crowded and mostly, hmm how you say, children. Young ones. I know a better place for you I think.” I watched the city go by as he drove me to our next destination. Humberto parked, told me to follow him, and we then walked about a block and half to a nondescript door and entered. The bar was bigger than I expected and fairly crowded with a nice mix of men. “This is where the local men go,” Humberto said, “Better for you, no?” as he rubbed his crotch and laughed. I laughed too, we sat at the bar and Humberto ordered us both drinks – Guaro. I always drank beer and very rarely drank liquor, so was soon feeling good and buzzed, and wicked horny. Being surrounded by all those men, in a foreign place, wanting to be fucked so bad, made my dick hard. It did not help that several guys were getting pretty hot and heavy at a few of the tables and there was a pretty constant stream of guys going in and out of a back door that had a curtain over it. I assumed it was where the bathrooms were, but some of the guys were coming back out with clear hardons, so I assumed something more was going on.

Humberto and I were joined by a couple of his friends including a guy who was about 23, clean shaven, wavy black hair, and hot as fuck! His name was Ernesto and it was clear he was as interested in me as I was in him and I soon found myself following him back through the curtained door. There was a short hallway with a bathroom with no door on either side. A few steps along the hall opened into a large backroom with a couple of couches, a few chairs, and several guys in the midst of various sex acts.

Ernesto’s long, uncut dick was soon out and in my mouth. He tasted like he had not showered all day and I loved the smell and taste of his funk! I ran my tongue around his foreskin, savoring his musk as his dick responded, swelled, and got hard and throbbing. While I sucked him, one of the other men in the room came over and stuck his dick in my face, jacking it hard, as he and Ernesto chatted in Spanish. I did not know what they were saying and did not care as I continued sucking. Ernesto stood me up, had me bend over and as he began licking at my ass and making me moan, his friend came around and fed me his dick. He was not as big as Ernesto, but was uncut too and tasted even better as his dick was coated and slick with precum. He was close. I had not swallowed a load in years since before my ex and I had gotten together and had only ever played safe, even with oral sex. The thought of it made me hot and horny, and scared. No, I couldn’t, so I kind of pushed him away, shook my head, as he mumbled and went back and said something to Ernesto. Ernesto stopped eating my ass, stood up, and I felt his dripping dick begin sliding up and down my ass crack. I looked back and saw his friend was standing beside him, watching and jerking his dick hard. God that felt good. I wanted to get fucked so bad.

“Please use a condom,” I said. “Si, condom,” Ernesto replied. He continued rubbing his dick in my ass crack as he got harder and harder. I suddenly felt a hot, wet splatter on my ass crack and left cheek. I turned and saw that Ernesto’s friend was jacking super fast and hard and shooting his load onto my ass. I started to stand up just as Ernesto’s dick forced itself into outer ring.

“NO – DON’T FUCK ME RAW – YOU NEED A CONDOM!” I cried out. I tried stepping away from his dick but Ernesto was holding my hips hard and I was not able to move as he continued to use his buddy’s cum as lube to fuck me. The Guaro, mixed with my fascination with bareback sex, and the amazing feeling of his raw dick in my ass quickly eliminated all resistance in my mind to what was happening. “Si, condom”, Ernesto said again as his pushed deeper into my ass.

I could not believe how amazing his dick felt! Taking a dick raw was better than I had imagined. The heat from his dick against my skin, the friction, being able to feel his head, his shaft, holy fuck it was unbelievable!! I arched my back, pushed my ass back, and begged Ernesto to fuck me. Ernesto picked up his pace, started speaking Spanish really fast, and I then felt him cum in my ass. MY FIRST LOAD OF CUM!!! I was surprised that I could actually feel it. I felt every spurt, every hot drop, and was so lost in that I barely noticed when he started to slide out of my ass. Ernesto pulled up his pants, smiled, said, “Gracias,” and then waited for me to pull my pants up and follow him back out to the bar where he said goodbye and left.

Humberto gave me a knowing smile as he handed me a fresh Guaro drink and said, “Good place, no? I knew you would like it here.” I could barely speak as my mind replayed over and over what had just happened. It was not long before I found myself following another of Humerto’s friends into the back and was begging for him to cum in me. I wanted to feel raw dick again and more hot cum. I had never felt anything like that. I was a bit drunk by this point so ended up lying on the arm of the couch to keep myself steady. He shot his load and as he pulled out, a stream of fresh cum began running down my leg. I did not care, I just wanted to bred again and stayed in position with my ass up and freshly lubed with cum for more dick. I did not have to wait as my hole was soon filled with more dick intent on breeding me. I took two more loads before Humberto came back and found me. “Time we should go. Grande goma for you tomorrow. Come on,” he said. Humberto helped me stand, get my pants up, then steered me as I stumbled to his car. My body was drunk, but my mind seemed so clear. I was angry for what my ex had denied me for so long, and ecstatic at what had just happened.

We arrived back at the Hilton and Humberto took me in a back door and helped me up to my room. I plopped onto the bed as he undressed me and through my drunk fog realized Humberto was rubbing my ass. He was not really my type, but I wanted more cum, so I started wiggling my ass and moaning to invite him in as he fingered my cum filled hole. “Suck my polla, suck my dick, Humberto said as he pulled his finger out and I rolled over. I was surprised how big his dick was! Damn! I greedily got on my knees and scooted forward so I could suck him deep, giving myself a little carpet burn in the process. Humberto’s uncut dick was a good 10 inches and very thick and while Ernesto smelled and tasted musky, Humberto’s dick was ripe and sour. It drew me in like ants to a picnic as I sniffed, licked, and sucked him.

My knees ached, so I stood up, plopped onto the bed on my back, grabbed my ankles and begged, “Please fuck me, come on man, I want your cum, PLEASE!!” “Hmm, such a pretty culo. That ass got much leche, umm cum tonight, no? You want me to wear this,” Humberto said as he pulled a condom out of his pocket and waved it at me. I had a second where a warning flashed through my mind about safe sex, but I knew what I wanted, no what I needed. “NO – NO CONDOM!” I said as I fingered my ass a little and let some of the cum dribble out. I wanted it now, so Humberto got undressed, stroked his dick a few times, and once he was nice and hard and leaned forward and entered my wet ass.

Raw dick was the best thing ever!!! I didn’t care what Humberto looked like, he had a huge nice dick and he was fucking me bareback. He was bigger than anyone else I had taken that night, so it hurt a bit, but in a good way, and as I jacked my dick my ass relaxed, and Humberto was soon balls deep and pushing all the cum I had taken earlier further and further up my ass. Humberto fucked me for quite awhile. My legs were cramping and I was almost ready to ask him to stop when he tensed, picked up the pace and unloaded in me. I did not feel him cum, but knew it was a big load as cum started running out of my hole with every thrust.

Humberto pulled his dripping dick from my ass, and sighed as I got back on my knees and licked him clean. The taste of the cum was unexpected and was kind of rank, but I wanted it all. As I licked his shaft I noticed some streaks of red – blood – and realized he had torn me up a little when he fucked. Right then I didn’t care and just kept cleaning him off. I finished and Humberto said, “Copan, I know a good way to go. I can take you tomorrow if you like? Say $200 U.S.? Yes? I will be here at 9:00, pack everything and check out and when we get back I will have my friends at the front desk upgrade your room, Yes?” I mumbled yes and collapsed onto the bed as Humberto left.

The prediction was right, I had a wicked goma, or hangover the next morning, but the strong coffee and big breakfast helped. It was not until I was on my second cup of coffee that I thought about the risks I had taken last night. Had those guys been clean? What about HIV? What about other diseases? I felt a bit guilty and unsure, but as soon as I focused on how good the raw dick and cum felt in me that all disappeared and I was overcome with the need for more. Humberto was true to his word, was there at 9:00 and helped me with my bags and soon we were off to Copan. The ruins were amazing and we even found a spot where I bent over and took a thick load from Humberto. For an older guy he was a great fuck and the excitement of being fucked raw, outdoors, added to the intensity. It was late in the day before we started back and Humberto said he wanted to take a different route. I didn’t care and just sat back to enjoy the ride.

As we got back to the city Humberto slowed the car, and pulled over. We stopped in front of a cinder block building that had a couple military/police looking trucks parked in front. Humberto stopped the car and said, “Wait here, I just need to see somebody.” I nodded and slumped in the car seat and closed my eyes. It had been a long day and I was still feeling last night’s fun. I was suddenly awakened by someone pounding on the car window and shining a flashlight into my eyes. I came awake as they opened the door and as I got out of the car and my eyes adjusted saw the man who had awakened me was in some sort of uniform. Looked like police. He ushered me through a metal grill door, through a couple rooms, and into a room where Humberto was standing speaking to a man behind a desk. The man behind the desk smiled and said, “So, you are the tragaleche, the fresa? Hmm,” and then started speaking in Spanish again to Humberto. I was not sure what they were saying until Humberto said, “He asked if you were the, ummm, milk drinker, you know, swallow cum, and the gay. They want to fuck. These are friends, it is OK. I told them you had a bueno culo, a good ass, so here, suck me.”

The policeman who had escorted me in closed the door to the office we were in as I knelt on the concrete floor and started sucking Humberto’s dick. “No, stand,” he said, so I stood up, dropped my pants, and leaned over as the man behind the desk came around. The man ran a hand over my ass, then up my back and down to my ass as I got Humberto hard. I heard him unzip his pants and he said something to Humberto as he pushed his dick into my hole. He was not that big, so it did not hurt at all when he went in. My ass was pretty sweaty, so no lube was needed and the load Humberto had given me earlier made me pretty wet inside. He and Humberto talked to each other as he fucked and I don’t know if it was dirty talk or what. Even though I know Spanish now, I don’t remember their exact words as I was not paying attention to anything except my excitement of getting some more raw dick. The guy fucking me did not last long at all and as he came he froze, his dick twitching in my ass the only sign of him breeding me with more Honduran cum. He pulled out, said something to the guard who had brought me in from the car and went and sat back down at his desk as I continued to suck Humberto while the guard fucked me. The man behind the desk started speaking to Humberto again and it sounded like they were arguing. Humberto pulled his dick out of my mouth, so I put one hand on the desk to keep my balance as the guard fucking me continued. He had a nice thick dick, and I was enjoying being taken raw. All my fantasies had come true on this trip. What else could happen to make it any more memorable?

Well, I soon found out. The guard continued pumping my ass as Humberto and the man behind the desk’s voices got more intense, but then calmed and they shook hands. Humberto turned and said to me, “My friend here, he has Guaro he wants to share with you. I told him how much you like. He also has some, how you say, others, like him, he thinks you will like, OK? I will come back in a bit for you.” And with that Humberto left me along in the room with the man behind the desk and the guard fucking me.

The man behind the desk said something to guard fucking me who stopped, pulled his dick out of my ass and said in halting English, “Come on. We go for fun.” I pulled my pants up and followed him through a door in the back of the office as the man behind the desk smiled. We walked down several halls that were painted a light green half way up. I noticed bars over the windows and started asking what was going on. The guard said nothing, opened a door and motioned me in. There were a couple other guards in the room sitting around a wooden table playing cards, smoking, and drinking as a black and white TV played in the background. My escort said something to them, they smiled, nodded, and all started speaking really fast. The guard sitting on the right took his black booted feet off the table, grabbed the bottle of Guaro, poured a drink into a dirty empty glass, pushed it towards me and said, “Hello friend, here, drink up.” I looked at the guards. Each was dressed in a navy blue uniform with cold edged lapels on their shoulders, patches on each upper arm, and blue caps with gold writing on it. I glanced about the room and noticed a couple machine guns in the corner and suddenly started thinking I was not just in some army barracks or something. This was something more.

I had a feeling I was going to need it so I grabbed the drink, guzzled it down, and held out the glass for more. The guards all smiled, laughed, and filled the cup for me to empty again. The guard who had handed me the drink was rubbing his crotch now and said, “We have not been home in days. We have not been able to see our wives and our friend told us you are a good wife. You like being fucked?” I nodded yes as I grabbed the bottle and emptied it into my glass. “Good, good,” the guard continued, “We like to fuck chucha, or pussy as you say, so let us see your chucha my amiga.” I dropped my pants, sat in an empty chair and took off my shoes, slipped my pants off and set them on the chair, took of my shirt, then bent over and showed the three guards my ass.

“Give me your leche, por favor,” I begged. Humberto had taught me a couple words of Spanish, my new favorite being leche for cum. The scraping of chairs being pushed back from the table resounded in the room as all three guards stood up. Soon hands were fondling my ass, my nipples, and I was hoping they were enjoying what they were seeing. I soon had confirmation they were as I was led into a side room that had a couple cots lined up against one wall. The first guard bent me over and tried shoving his hard dick up my ass. He had a really big dick head and was having a hard time going in. I then felt a cold liquid being poured over my ass as the guard who had handed me the drink poured some Guaro out of a fresh bottle down the crack of my ass and then took a big swig. I stood up as far as I could and tilted my head as he filled my throat from the new bottle. The liquor was really kicking in and helped relax my ass enough for the guard’s dick to start working up my hole. He lost patience though and slammed it in, making me cry out as his buddies and he continued speaking to each other. One of the other guards stuffed my mouth with a dick that was about seven inches as the guard with the Guaro bottle watched and jacked. I was in full cum pig mode now and wanted raw dick and cum. I wanted to be bred and begged again, “Give me your leche, por favor, give me your leche, por favor.”

Each guard in turn unloaded a hot, thick load of cum up my ass and I even got two fresh loads down my throat. When they finished and we went back to the outer room I went to get my clothes off the chair when the guard stopped me, “No, no my friend. Here sit, have a drink.” I thought Humberto must be waiting for me and told them so, but he just laughed and said, “Umm, yes, soon.” A couple drinks later the door opened and I stood up when I saw the guard who had got me out of the car knowing Humberto must be here now for sure. He stepped into the room, followed by three other guards. As they all crowded into the small room and the din of Spanish drowned out all other noise, I suddenly felt very exposed and unsure, and decided I wanted to go. I grabbed my clothes and stepped to the door, but was blocked. One of the new guards smiled at me, turned me around, stuck a finger up my cum filled ass, pulled it out, turned me around and fed it to me as his friends all laughed. He then took my clothes, tossed them back on the chair and led me into the room with the cots, followed by the other new guards.

This was how the rest of the night went. I was fucked raw and used and bred by a number of the guards. After the first four or five I stopped counting, but I think at least 10 or 12 different guards fucked me and some of them bred me multiple times. The Guaro kept me just drunk enough that frankly I did not care and so got into just taking raw dick and the rest did not matter. This was the most wild and craziest and amazing sex I had ever had!

Hours later I was laying on one of the cots, my body wet from sweat and cum. The next man who came in was the one who had been sitting behind the desk when I arrived. He wrinkled his nose, looked at me in disgust, then tossed me my clothes. I asked, “Is Humberto here?” He just motioned for me to come, so I followed him out of the now empty room and down a series of winding corridors. We passed a few windows and I was shocked to realize it was getting daylight out. Holy fuck, I had been there all night. As we went through a few sets of cell like gates or doors, we passed several guards who all smiled, laughed, whooped at me, and a couple slapped or pinched my ass. I thought I recognized a couple of them, but frankly, having been face down almost the entire night really could not say. At the last locked cell gate, I stopped and looked at the words over the door that even through the chipped paint could still be made out, words that I would later learn meant CAUTION – PRISONERS.

Immediately beyond the locked gate was a metal door. My escort knocked, the door opened, he stood to the side and motioned for me to step in a head of him. I walked into the room and stepped past the guy who had opened the door. He was not a guard, that was for sure and as I looked about the room my escort and the new guy exchanged some words and I turned to see the guard accept a wad of bills. He looked at me, not a sign of emotion on his face, the metal door closed and he was gone. I stepped further into the room as the guy who had closed the door pushed me forward a little. Sitting in wooden chair near a small, barred window was a tall man with a short buzz cut, mustache, no shirt, and a muscled body with a number of tattoos. He was smoking a cigarette and was sitting in a relaxed manner with his legs spread wide, his left hand resting on his thigh as he looked at me and exhaled. He was flanked by two similarly clad men who seemed a bit tense.

The man in the chair spoke, his voice was deep, mellow, and sounding so reassuring as he said, “I am Santos. Welcome, welcome, welcome to San Pedro Sula Corrections Facility – the most dangerous prison in Honduras and your new home.”

Stay tuned for Chapter 2 – Gangbanger Breeding

[toxiclover]

hot story. he is getting more than he bargained for.

[seattlebbbtm]

Mas por favor!

[abanker007]

That is a GREAT story!! Was dripping pre-cum BIG TIME as I read this...Can't wait for Part Two!!!

[Tailgunner]

Good fuckings. All those men getting off in that fella's holes. I would enjoy being one of the men who fucked him if I was poz

[AlwaysOpen]

damn Wht- read this just before heading out to the sex club last night-- held off jerking off to it since I had hopes of being bred --I should have stayed home and jerked a load out- sex club the day b4 Halloween - not even a hard cock through the BJ walls. Guess I will have to re read it tonight while the little bastards run the neighborhood and I keep my lights off <g>

[BearCub4bbkr]

Very HOT story...jerking the whole time. Wish i was the chucha in this story....oink!!!

[whthole4u]

CHAPTER 2 – Gangbanger Breeding - Sitting in a wooden chair near a small, barred window was a tall man with a short buzz cut, mustache, no shirt, and a muscled body with a number of tattoos. He was smoking a cigarette and was sitting in a relaxed manner with his legs spread wide, his left hand resting on his thigh as he looked at me and exhaled. Two similarly clad men who seemed a bit tense flanked him, and each had a pistol sticking out of the waistband of their pants. The man in the chair spoke, his voice was deep, mellow, and sounded so reassuring as he said, “I am Santos. Welcome, welcome, welcome to San Pedro Sula Corrections Facility – the most dangerous prison in Honduras and your new home.”

In those first moments after the gates and door had closed behind me, and with Santos’ words ringing in my ears, I began to realize the reality of where I was. Even after I had been here a few weeks it still almost did not seem real, although the new scars and other marks – seen and unseen – attested otherwise.

“Umm, I…I think there is a mistake. I was supposed to be taken to see my friend Humberto,” I stammered as my welcoming party looked at me with pity and humor. Santos stood up, calmly walked over to me, put his arm around my shoulder like and old friend and said, “Oh Little Papi, no no no, we are your friends, your family, me and my banger homeboys here. We saved you you see from all those terrible pigs and dogs that are the guards.” As I stood shaking, Santos inhaled on his cigarette, blew out a large cloud of acrid smoke and continued, “Word reached us about what a nice, sweet ass you have and the Boss needs a new wife, so here we are. Once we go beyond that door, you belong to the El Capo, the boss, and are his only unless he says otherwise, but for now, for now I think my homeboys here would like a little taste.”

With that Santos sauntered back over to his chair by the window, sat down and lit up another cigarette. The guy who had let me in went over to his friends, set his gun on the floor, came back to where I was standing, loosened his belt and let his pants drop to the floor revealing a long and eager looking dick. He turned me around, tugged on my pants and without even really thinking about it I just automatically undid my zipper and slid my pants down and bent over. There was no foreplay, not even a finger up my ass as he started to shove his dick into my well used, and still cum filled hole, and started to pump. “Ah no no. Turn around asshole,” Santos said, “We don’t want to see the back of your ass, we have all seen that before. Let us see our new friend.” The guy fucking me yanked his hard dick our of my ass making me cry out, a trail of cum following his dick and staining my pants as he shuffled me around so I was now facing Santos and his two homeboys, and then he proceeded to fuck me again.

This man had no skill fucking, but his nice long dick more than made up for his amateur performance. His two ganger homeboys were vigorously rubbing their dicks through their pants and were speaking to him fast and furious in Spanish, I assume egging him on. Looking at Santos, still casually sitting in his chair, the only indication of interest he seemed to express was a tightening around his eyes as he focused in on the now copious amounts of cum dripping out of hole with every thrust and what I believe was a growing bulge in his pants. The guy fucking me shot his load with a loud, “Puta madre!” and as soon as he pulled out and stepped off, he was replaced by one of his homeboys. This one was a little rougher and more aggressive and lasted hardly 10 strokes, but shot a tremendous load soon followed by a thick load from the third, and final guy.

Santos gave me a wicked smile making the tear drop tat on his cheek jump in excitement when his boys had finished, “Yes, I believe you can handle El Capo quite well. Now, come, let me show you around a little and take you to him.” I was disappointed as from the look of the ever-growing bulge in Santos’ pants he was beyond hung, the man had a big old donkey dick, and while his guys were all good, my ass was begging for even more now. I grudgingly pulled up my pants as the other guys finished pulling themselves together, Santos stood, walked back over to me, put his arm around my shoulder again, and guided me to a door on the opposite end of the room as we followed one of his guys and were trailed by the two others who were now openly carrying their guns.

As we crossed the “linea de la muerte” – the line of death – separating the area of the prison run by the guards from the area run by the inmates, I thought that this was clearly not like any prison I had ever heard of and as I eyed their guns I shivered a little even though it was hot and stifling. Santos squeezed my shoulder and pulled me along with him as he walked and began speaking in his calm, mellow way. I was intoxicated by the smell of his sweat and the strength in his arm and glanced down to see if his dick was still hard – yes, it was – damn I wanted him to just stop and fuck me!

Santos began his welcoming speech as we walked, “I grew up in Los Angeles, but got deported back here several years ago and soon ended up here. El Capo grew up in the U.S. too, many of us did before we got sent back. Fucking INS. We, the prisoners, control everything beyond this point. The guards do not bother us, we do not bother them, and we have an understanding that benefits us all, especially when it comes to business.” With that remark he smiled at me, then continued, “The prison was built for 800 but we have over 2,100 inmates, many of them are murderers, rapists, and worse, but don’t worry, you are safe with us, well safe enough. Most of us however are here because of our gang affiliations and just being an identified gang member can get you sent here. The government wants to send a message you see to the United States and others that they are tough. Bull shit!! But, we adjust, this is home, and less like a prison than a small town.”

I could suddenly hear a cacophony of noise as we stepped out onto a walkway on the second floor overlooking part of a courtyard area. I stopped and stared as below us was what looked like a market with vendor stalls, and there were dozens of people milling about including women and children and even chickens and dogs. What the fuck? Santos explained, “This is el Mercado, part of our market. If you have the money or the right item to barter, you can get anything you want down there from a cell phone to a prostitute. The vendors are all prisoners, and some have their wives and children come during the day to help them. The prisoners often make enough money to support their families on the outside, the guards get their cut, the gangs get their cut, we get ours, and everyone is happy, you see?” No, actually I didn’t, but was fascinated. As we walked Santos continued to steer me with his arm around my shoulder, “We, my homeboys and I, we are part of a ‘non-aligned’ group who are in charge of the mercado, the canteen, and other neutral zones as well as all the various little businesses. Some may call us a gang, but that does not really fit. We have gangs here including MS-13, Calle 18, Control Machete, Crezi Kids, and others. Almost everyone belongs to a gang, you must, but the gangs all realized that they needed a better way to run the mercado and other businesses and so you have us. El Capo is elected by the leaders of all the gangs, but once chosen, he leaves his gang affiliation behind and becomes just El Capo, same for the rest of us. Our past is the past. Business is business. All very civilized don’t you think?” Santos laughed loud and deep with that and I could only shake my head as my confusion grew.

We had left the market behind and had been ushered through a dorm where the prisoner beds were stacked three high, many covered with various bits of fabric or blankets to create the illusion of privacy. The heat in here was beyond stifling even though there were some large industrial fans built into the wall and several old air conditioning units were sputtering in the few windows I could see. The men sitting on the bunks watched us as we went by and most of them had a look of loss and despair in their eyes. “These are the lucky ones,” Santos said, “Everything in here costs, including a place to sleep, and for say 1,000 lempiras or $50 U.S. a month, they can have one of these beds. For 15,000 lempiras they could get a room with a cell door, to share of course, but still, it is safer then being here. For those without the money, well, there are plenty of floors around to lay on.”

By now we had entered an area of the prison that was less crowded and we were greeted at a double wide, cell door by two men holding what looked like AK-47 machine guns. They nodded at Santos who smiled, they unlocked the door, and we walked through. I could see a large room through a door to the right, one to the left, and a set of stairs leading up. Everyone stopped and looked at us as we entered. I would soon learn this was the main area of the gang’s business. It was where money was collected, rents paid, requests for help submitted, and more. Santos lead me up the stairs. The second floor was laid out the same way and was also fairly busy. This was where the more valuable business, like drug sales, were handled, and also the floor where Santos and his homeboys had their rooms. We proceeded to the third floor and I was surprised at how dark it was as the windows were all covered and only one bare bulb in the room gave the faintest of illumination.

There was a large wooden table with several men sitting around it, all smoking something much stronger than cigarettes and drinking heavily as several empty bottles of Guaro and Tequila attested to. Off to the side was an ornate table with white lace runner and in the middle, a 2-foot statue of the Virgin Mary, her baby blue robes darkened by the soot of the burning candles surrounding her. Santos spoke to them briefly then ushered me into the room to the right. This room also had a table, a few chairs, a TV, some boxes. There was an open doorway in front of us and Santos pointed and said, “That is where you will sleep, cook for El Capo, the bathroom is back there too. He can afford the best there is here, so you are lucky you don’t have to shit in a ditch outside with the pigs.” We then walked to the back of the room we were in and Santos opened a wood door and stepped in. I followed and welcomed the rush of much cooler air from the humming air conditioner in the window. Santos closed the door, gestured and said, “El Capo.” I looked at the man lying on the bed. He was average build, looked to be in his 40s maybe, was naked to I could see he too had a number of scars and tats including a big MS tattooed on his chest. El Capo was snoring, but he must have been dreaming as his legs and arms twitched as did his huge bull dick that was flopped across his right thigh. I licked my lips.

“El Capo,” Santos said as he shook him awake. El Capo muttered, rubbed his eyes, rolled over and looked at us. “Well it’s about God damn fucking time,” he said. “Come on bitch, suck my polla.” Santos patted my back and whispered in my ear, “I will check on you later.” El Capo had rolled onto his back, and raised both arms to place his hands over his eyes. The smell of liquor was strong so he must have been hung over. I knelt down beside the bed eyeing his huge bull dick. His foreskin looked dry and crusted as I gently peeled it back to expose the head of his dick. The head was perfectly sized for his thick shaft and I inhaled his scent as I began to lick and suckle on it. El Capo’s right hand pushed me away, “Let me see your ass, show me that pretty white culo.” I stood up, got naked, turned around and showed him my glistening pink hole. He purred, the bed creaked as he got up, I felt him start squeezing my ass cheeks, kneading them like he was preparing fresh dough for a pie.

El Capo started rubbing his big bull dick back and forth across my ass, “Get on the bed,” he said. I did as he ordered and got doggy style, but he pushed me flat, climbed onto my back and tried working his dick into my ass. He had gone soft, so he had me suck him some more then tried again. Still no luck, damn! I was frustrated to have so much raw dick so close and nothing happening. El Capo then had me flip onto my back, raised my legs, stroked his dick and then managed to get his head part way into my hole. I relaxed as much as I could and finally his dick responded, thickened up nice and hard and El Capo slid it in balls deep making me gasp in awe and wonder. I had taken some good size dicks since I arrived in Honduras, but his was the biggest yet. Raw dick was great – huge raw dick was amazing! He was so deep in me I could not believe it.

My eyes were closed in ecstasy as El Capo wrapped his arms around my neck pulling my face into his shoulder as he nestled his head next to mine and said, “Oh bitch, feel that wet culo open up for me. Damn you’re wet! You like this gangbanger dick up in there, huh? Tell me how much you like it, tell me how good it feels, tell me you want, tell me wife, tell me you want your hubby’s dick.” He then moved his hands down and started pinching and rubbing my nipples, “Give me your titties baby, let me feel your titties, oh give me your wet wet hole, that’s it, that’s it, oh shit, be a good wife baby, take my cum, take my leche, oh yeah, take my leche NOW!!!!!!!!!” El Capo’s whole body tensed then shuddered as his swollen dick bred my raw hole, topping off my tank and filling me up with more Honduran cum. He slid off me onto the side of the bed by the wall and told me to hand him a bottle of Guaro that was sitting on the floor by the bed. I did, he took several long gulps, handed it back to me, laid back down and promptly fell asleep. I lay there for a while then got up, got dressed and went out into the other room. I did not hear any voices coming from the central room and peeked around the corner. The men were gone, the table was empty, so I turned and walked into the kitchen/store room. There were shelves lined with all kinds of food, one window at the front, a small propane stove, a couple dinged up pots, a small fridge that seemed to be running, and to the back, behind a partially opened curtain I saw a small alcove with a bed and a chair. I guess that as my room. I continued on into the bathroom, which also had a window, a cracked toilet, a large sink, and in the corner a rigged up shower that was fed from a leaking pipe that ran in from the outside through the window. I was surprised at how clean everything seemed to be.

I had just dropped my pants and was ready to sit on the toilet when I was startled by a guy at the door, “Hi,” he said with a cherubic smile as he extended his hand. It was a little awkward with my pants down, but I shook his hand in return. “I’m Miguel. Santos told me you were here. We’re going to be good friends.” He looked like he was about 13, a kid in prison? So I asked, “How old are you Miguel?” He puffed out his chest and looked a little indignant as he said, “I’m 18! I’m a man. I do lots of thinks for El Capo. He trust me!” “Easy man,” I said. “I was just curious, I believe you. Nice to meet you. I would appreciate a friend right now I think.” Miguel’s smile lit up the little bathroom. His face then took on a serious cast as he said in a softer voice, “Did El Capo, hmm, did you, you know, hmmm….” I did not know all the rules of this place yet, but had watched TV shows enough to know probably best to keep my mouth shut, so I did not say anything. I guess Miguel took my silence as an invitation as he stepped over, reached over and stroked my dick several times while rubbing his dick through his pants. I mumbled, “Umm, we better not man. I uh, no we better not.” Miguel smiled again as he said, “It’s OK, I like to fuck too,” and dropped his jeans, letting his nice dick pop straight out. I sighed, turned around, braced myself against the window sill as Miguel started licking my neck and jack fucking me. El Capo’s cum that had been deposited so deep up my ass was now running in streams down my leg.

Miguel was sweating hard and pounding me deep and loud when we were interrupted, “Enough!” Miguel jumped back and I turned to see Santos standing in the doorway, his face like a storm cloud as he glowered at us. “Get out,” he said to Miguel. Once Miguel left Santos walked over to me, put his arm around my shoulder and squeezed a little tighter then before and said, “Did El Capo tell you to do that? Be careful Little Papi of who you take orders from or says they are culero. Miguel is nothing. Just a boy who has lived here since he was little, an orphan, a runner, and errand boy, a nobody. Did you please El Capo?” I was scared, and shaking again a little as I said, “Yeah, I think so. He then drank some more and I think he passed out again.” Santos laughed, “Yes, that’s the way he is most of the time these days, so no worries. So back to the issue at hand,” he said as he looked at me, while he took his left hand and ran it up and down my side, reaching back a little to grab my ass and pull me closer to him. Santos was rubbing his dick through his pants with his right hand, “I think Little Papi can’t get enough dick can you? Hmmm….” As he seemed lost in thought a moment.

“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.

Stay Tuned for Chapter 3 – Chasing the Bug in the Ganbanger Herd of Breeders

[wroxguy]

More please. Great first two chapters.

[whthole4u]

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

[kente]

Fucking HOT story!

[AlwaysOpen]

2 loads before even finishing this chapter-- damn - I love your writing!! So El Diablo makes it thru , but lived (do it backwards) gets starred ?? WTF?- I know it isn't on your end Wht- but what type of censorship program is running on here?

[whthole4u]

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

[guyhoon]

Awesome story, in a matter of days you had dozens of cocks and loads up your pussy, damn thats the dream! I'm 23 and have taken about 10 different cocks up my hole, most becoming regular buddies who still use my hole. would love more like what happens in this story

[bjbottom]

A hot story, I cannot wait to read the next chapter.