San Pedro Sula Prison: A Bug Chaser’s Dream

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soo hot, crazy but id be just like the boy here, love to nurture and get fucked raw.......

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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.

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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

[AlwaysOpen]

Fuck- great chapter and another load knocked out of my nuts-- but some sadness too-- the next chapter will be the finale?? Eager to read it, but also regret the installation if it means the story line ends.... or does it?

[huntingcub]

Seriously cannot get enough of this sick twisted bug story! has me want my next charge

[whthole4u]

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.

[AlwaysOpen]

Aw damn- the end ?? Someone send paper and stamps to this guy so he can keep us in the know -- there is still 5 yrs of fucking to come !! <lol>

[FatFuckPigMA]

*applause*

And who doesn't love a happy ending?

[Handpuppet]

When can I go to prison!? Would love to be this prisoner....

[volfan1983xxx]

Damn this would rock

[acuatropatas]

lovely lovely lovely

[sfsilver]

living the ultimate cumslut fantasy

[just_mike69]

Best story I have yet

[mike43]

Great story man I would love to get fucked into a gang

[myDNA4u]

Incredibly hot story.  I jack off 6 times over 36 hours reading it.