San Pedro Sula Prison: A Bug Chaser’s Dream

[HungLatinDom]

It is not because the subject is too controversial, but because S*tan's worshipers can be a bit too annoying/crazy/weird (think of a Born Again Christian) and really bother other users, we do that to discourage them.

Keep the great story,

[rawTOP]

It is not because the subject is too controversial, but because S*tan's worshipers can be a bit too annoying/crazy/weird (think of a Born Again Christian) and really bother other users, we do that to discourage them.

Just use the word 'devil' instead.

[AlwaysOpen]

Aw hell, and I thought it WAS devil that was getting censored <blushing red ass cheeks > So it is the Church Lady of Saturday Night Lives biggest nightmare come true

[whthole4u]

Chapter 4 – My Bug Chasing Life – No it’s not a Pixar Movie

The evening had been warm as usual, but the night had been more than I could have imagined as Santos had me fucked by a couple of really infected dudes, including The Goat, and then Oscar, the guy with the bull tattoo. I also took several loads from his enforcers before we came back to our rooms, they left, and I found out that a riot had broken out and Santos had been hurt. I cautiously walked back up the stairs and sat down on the steps leading to the third floor. Then I saw him, Santos was coming up the stairs to the second floor, his face cut and bloody. Shit, the look of pain in his eyes, it killed me. I knew right then I loved him. I put my arm around him and helped him upstairs and to the table outside of El Capo’s room. Santos grunted in pain as he sat in the chair and I swore, wondering where the fuck Miguel was. “You could have left,” Santos said. I did not really hear him as I tried to dab the blood away from the gash in his forehead. “Why didn’t you leave, why Little Papi?” Santos asked, grabbing my wrist and making me face him, his piercing eyes now flooded with pain, yet still, there was something more there and in his voice. What do I say?

“I..I.. just…I thought you might need me, I thought…” I stammered and sputtered as my emotions overwhelmed me. Santos pulled me closer to him with his right arm and kissed me. My insides turned upside down and I was lost in him again. FUCK! I didn’t understand this. How could I feel something for this guy. He had bought me like a fucking farm animal, kept me captive, yet…yet I wanted to be with him, to belong to him, to love him. Miguel finally arrived with a small, tattered cardboard box containing a few basic medical supplies and a bottle of brandy. He set it on the table then squatted by the window and watched as I bandaged Santos up the best I could. Some of Santos’ enforcers came upstairs as well, and I bandaged them up too, but had to send Miguel out to find some clean t-shirts to tear up to use as we quickly ran out of bandages. As I worked on his enforcers, Santos sat in a chair by the window in his usual stance with one hand on his thigh, the other holding his cigarette, alternately staring out into the now, quiet night, and watching me.

The next several days were chaotic as the prison was still tense and there were small fights breaking out that Santos and his men had to keep putting down. I spent my days worrying about him, but I was still El Capo’s wifey, so while everyone else was out dealing with the troubles, El Capo – the Boss in name only it seemed - spent more of his time naked with his dick buried up my ass. El Capo’s new, favorite position was to have me lay on my back on his bed, pull my legs back so he could spit on my hole and hear me cry out as he drove his huge dick in me. “Good fucking wifey,” the Boss said, “Nice bitch, love being up that hole, fits just right around my big old polla, fuck yeah, keep my balls drained like a good wife, good good wife.” While I enjoyed the raw fuck and taking his cum, I could not help but wish for more, more of the bug, more infected dick, more of Santos. The riots and their aftermath had created a shift in power, and while I did not know all that was happening, it was clear everyone was paying less and less attention to El Capo, and the less he had to do, the more El Capo drank. He was a sloppy drunk and soon was passing out long before he could get hard and fuck.

That was fine by me for as things quieted down, Santos began coming to see me each night before he went to bed. He would sit in the chair by my bed, smoking his cigarette, the light from the outer room highlighting the muscles in his torso. We would talk for a while about things, his childhood, my childhood, and more, and then when he was ready, he would fuck me and send me to sleep with my ass full of his cum, setting his AIDs virus free to do its work and mark me as his Little Papi.

A couple weeks after the riot, everything seemed back to normal except for El Capo who was more and more drunk all the time. He had also began to have a frequent visitor, a man Miguel called the Burro. The Burro dressed in white slacks, white shirt, and white brimmed hat. He apparently owned a number of the businesses in the Mercado, sold drugs, and was an all around prick. When he came to see El Capo he was rude, demanding, and acted like he owned the fucking prison. I didn’t like him and still did not know enough Spanish to understand all that he said to El Capo, but I did know the Boss was always angrier and more agitated when The Burro left and would start yammering about how MS-13 would bow to him, we would see. They always made sure to meet alone, but Miguel would often hang around and sneak back into the kitchen or bathroom if he could to listen. The Burro had never shown any interest in me until one afternoon when I was in the kitchen fixing some food for him and El Capo and when I turned around The Burro was blocking my way.

He did not speak any English and I had no idea what he said to me, so I tried to step around him and when I did he knocked the plates of food I was carrying out of my hands and onto the floor. “HEY! What the fuck man!” I hollered. The Burro just sneered at me, opened the zipper on his white pants and pulled out his dick. He was uncut, and it looked like it could be a nice size, but just something about the man did not set right with me. I saw Miguel run past as I went to step around The Burro and when I did, he grabbed my arm, spun me around and pushed me against the wall. “Get the fuck off me asshole!” I screamed and started to try to fight him and get away. I knew I would get into trouble for this, but there was no way I was letting this guy get on me. We struggled for a bit and luckily I was about the same size as he was. The Burro just kept trying to get my pants down and as I went to push at him again suddenly he was off me and crashing into the shelves of canned food on the back wall. I turned, and there was Santos, angrier then I had ever seen him and Miguel standing behind him, looking at me and pointing at Santos. I guess Miguel had realized I was in trouble and had gotten Santos.

Santos’ voice was calm, yet had a sharp edge as he said, “Leave,” so Miguel and I rushed out into the main room only to find El Capo passed out, face down on the table. There was a muffled discussion in the kitchen and then we heard The Burro screaming as he came running out holding his nose, his white shirt and pants now covered in blood, and he kept screaming and swearing all the way down the stairs. As Santos stepped into the room casually wiping his hand off on a towel, two of his enforcers stepped into the room. They exchanged words in a whisper with Santos, then left after The Burro.

“You two, downstairs, now,” Santos said. I looked at El Capo who was still face down on the table and Santos said, “Don’t worry about him. My boys will put him to bed.” Miguel and I went down the stairs and by this time there was quite a crowd all wondering what was going on, from those there on business to Santos’ enforcers. Santos told Miguel to take me back to Santos’ room and as Miguel led me to the rooms off to the side I realized many of the men in the room looked at Santos the way I felt – with awe, wonder, loyalty, and maybe even a type of love, and I felt a little jealous.

Miguel left me in Santos’ room, which was fairly large, bright with two windows, cool from the AC and very clean and neat. Not what I expected I guess. I felt a little uncomfortable as I had never seen his room before and felt like I was invading his privacy. At the same time, I was excited and curious, but I sat in the wooden chair by the window and waited. It was dusk when Santos walked in. He looked tired, but I could see that horny glint in his eye and the bulge growing in his pants. As he walked towards me, Santos placed the every present cigarette between his lips and with both hands, reached down, undid his belt buckle and slid the long, leather belt out of his pants.

“Open your mouth,” Santos said. I did, Santos stepped closer, looped the belt around my neck and cinched it tight so that it dug a little into my skin. Holding the belt with his right hand, Santos unbuttoned his pants, let them drop, and guided his bulging donkey dick toward my waiting mouth. I was drooling from hunger and lapped at his AIDs filled precum the moment my tongue was able to reach his piss slit. I wet his dick head and nibbled at the underside, making Santos squirm and moan. As his dick slicked up, Santos pushed it further into my throat, tightening the belt at the same time. I had never experienced that sensation and it was not rough or even choking me, just a guided pressure and tightness that seemed to enhance the sensation of his dick pushing my gag reflex out of the way. Santos did not last long, “Good Little Papi, taking my AIDs dick like I want, want me cum Papi? Want me to coat your throat and guts? Hmmm? Want some more gangbanger cum in you? I got you the biggest infected dick you will have ever seen, oh Little Papi cannot wait to see him make your ass wet!! OH PAPI HERE IT COMES!!!” My mouth and throat were soon filled and coated with his virus filled load, his sperm now swimming down my guts to join the breeders I hoped he would soon give me.

“Oh Little Papi,” Santos sighed as he loosened the belt, bent down, and kissed me long and deep. He pulled my head against his hot and sweaty torso and I inhaled his musk and funk as he ran his fingers over my head. He stepped back, pulled up his pants, then said, “Come on Little Papi, this is a big night, and I have someone I want you to – or should I say you will want to meet you AIDs chasing slut!” Wow, this sounded excited, so I stood up, wiped my mouth just in case any evidence was left, and followed Santos back out in the main rooms of the second floor.

The outer rooms were packed with gangbangers, all of them armed and the tension was thick. I knew the guys who were Santos’ men, but there were many more, I even saw Miguel handing out bullet clips, and I turned to ask what was going on. Santos shook his head, put his arm around me as we walked and we were surrounded by about 20 of the men, “No worries Little Papi, OK. I promise, you will have a good time.” I licked my lips out of nervousness and the desire for the tangy taste of his load, and let Santos and the escort lead me back to the little room he had taken me to before where the infected men had bred me. Like before, there were a couple of armed enforcers by the outside door, but this time as I walked down the dark hallway I had to squeeze past at least six others to get to the room. What was going on? I entered the room that was about 10 by 10 and lighted this time with several lamps sitting around the floor. The dirty, little mattress was still on the floor and the room was shrouded in smoke, thick and pungent. This time though instead of a couple guys waiting for me there was only one.

The man sitting alone at the back of the room stood up and walked towards Santos and I. He was taller than Santos and heavily muscled and had many more tattoos that covered his torso, arms, and even some of his face. His hair was buzzed short and he had a mustache and hair on his chin, both cropped close as well. Santos walked over, they both flashed the ‘devil’s head’ hand sign before they embraced each other, and Santos called him, “hermano”, or brother. While I stood there, they spoke in quiet whispers for a few minutes, Santos looked at me a few times as he spoke, then patted the guy’s arm, came over and put his arm around me as he guided me to the man who was now lighting up a new smoke. “Little Papi, this is my hermano, Sagastume Fajardo, the palabreros of MS-13 here in San Pedro Sula – and not just the prison, the whole fucking city!” My questioning look told Santos I did not know what he meant so he added, “Palabreros loosely translated is ‘those who have the word,’ he is the leader, the top man.” I began to shake a little, suddenly scared shitless as I stood in front of someone I was sure was a murderer and more. Santos squeezed my shoulder and said, “Tonight you and my hermano will spend some time together. You see I have told him how much of a good AIDs slut you are Little Papi and how much you want to chase the bug. He will be your marido, or husband, and you will address him only as mi marido, understand? He’s got the biggest ass packing dick in here, and more cum than I think even you can handle.” The palabreros of MS-13 exhaled a thick, acrid cloud and smiled as he rubbed his crotch. He was a sexy fucker for sure, so I nodded and said to Santos, “I understand.”

Santos patted my back and said, “I am always nearby Little Papi, no matter what.” There was something in his eyes as he pulled away that bothered me. What was going on? I did not have time to dwell on it as Santos left, closing and locking the door, while the leader of MS-13 spoke to me for the first time, “Do not worry about your Santos. Mi hermano can take care of himself. So, you are the gringo that I have heard so much about. Come, sit with me, let us drink, relax, and have some fun, OK?” I eagerly grabbed the bottle of Guaro and took several large gulps, choking half of it back up, holy crap what the hell? The MS-13 leader laughed and said, “That muchacho, is some good shit, the best there is, and will fuck you up! Not like most of the shit you find around here, so suck it up.” I tried again, a little more slowly, and as the shit burned my insides raw, mi hermano from MS-13 stood up, waiting, his growing bulge showing what was clearly on his mind.

I kneeled at the foot of the gang leader and looked up as he took a big hit on his smoke. Fuck yeah that was sexy! He did not look down as I carefully unbuttoned the top of his jeans and slid them down to the floor. He raised his left leg so I could work his pants past his black boots, the kind like the prison guards wore. Once his pants were off I was able to stare in wonder at the gigantic dick before me. He was bigger than Santos for sure, so donkey did not apply, maybe elephant? I didn’t know but my ass got wet and twitched as I stroked him. The skin of his dick was uniformly dark, and he had what looked like a huge muscle running up the underside of his shaft that stuck out and flexed. His dick head was a deep reddish purple, and he was leaking cum like crazy. I was just getting ready to start licking him when he stopped me, “Oh no gringo, a good wife takes her husband’s cum in her pussy, you want to be a good wife to your marido now don’t you? I also told Santos I would make sure to infect you. Very few people know this, but I have AIDs to, so you WILL get my bug. I also have a few more other things to give you as well and Santos has given his blessing to any and all infections and I can see you like the thought of that too.” My rock hard dick had given away any thoughts I might have tried to hard.

“Tomorrow,” the MS-13 gang leader continued, “Will be a new day at San Pedro Sula Prison. You will learn along with everyone else and will see the type of merciless revenge and cruel retribution that MS-13 is known for. Tonight, you will learn something else. You will learn what a true merciless fuck is. Dime lo que quieres! Tell me what you want!”

“Please fuck me, PLEASE breed me with your dick, mi marido!!” I said, and meant every word as my body ached to be bred.

The gang leader grunted, pushed me towards one of the chairs, which slid against the wall, the sound of wood hitting the concrete creating a small series of echoes. I grabbed the bottle of Guaro with my right hand and gulped hard and fast and set it back on the floor. The MS-13 gang leader stood behind me, running first his right hand down my back and ass, then his left, like he was brushing a pony or something. His engorged dick was bouncing and pushing around my hole the more he stroked me. I was begging and pleading, but was made to wait even longer as he knelt behind me and buried his tongue in my ass. HOLY FUCK that felt good. His tongue felt as big as some dicks I had had fuck me in the past and I was pushing back and moaning and begging even more. The liquor had kicked in big time and I was ready.

“Carajo mi culo mi marido, carajo mi culo!! Fuck my ass my husband, fuck my ass!” I was almost screaming now I was so horned up and did not know if I got the Spanish right or not, but assume he got the basic message when he stood back, poured some of the liquor down my crack, and positioned his drooling dick at my fluttering hole.

The gang leader’s voice got very serious as he said, “The only way to breed you right, to breed you like the true AIDs slut you want to be is with no mercy. MS-13 shows no mercy. You understand? Is that what you want gringo? A no mercy fuck from my gangbanger dick? Ready to bleed and get infected for MS-13? You want some gangbanger cum in your pussy? Dime lo que quieres! Tell me what you want!”

I took a big breath to respond and beg again but did not have a chance to say more as the leader of MS-13 – the nastiest ass packer around began to push his way inside my hole. There was no place to run and my chest tightened as pain shot out from my ass as he steadily pushed inside of me and the blood from my hole announced his entry. My ass felt dry and every little bit of his dick seemed to tear at my insides. I could only gasp and inhale as he pushed as far as he could go. When he had gone as far as he could, he pulled back out, poured some more Guaro on his dick and my hole and pushed back in, getting a little deeper each time.

It was not as bad as I thought. Hurt like fuck, I could take it, little did I know. The second the gang leader’s balls touched my ass cheeks, my legs and whole body began to shake and I started to shoot a huge load onto the chair in front of me without even touching myself. DAMN! My insides clamped down on his dick and started spasming, making him moan in pleasure and suddenly he yanked his dick all the way out, dragging my guts with him and making me scream. I was trying to breathe as he then worked the head around my hole a little and drove back in. Pulled back out and drove back in, never giving me time to get used to it and my insides kept spasming and clenching on his dick as wave after wave of orgasm shuddered through me as he pounded me mercilessly over and over and over.

The gang leader pulled all the way and said, “Get on the mattress on your hands and knees, that is some good culo and I plan to dig it out nice and fucking deep! Carojo look at the bloody hole!” Like he wasn’t already? I grabbed the liquor first, took a few gulps and felt my head explode as it hit. The liquor down my throat and in my ass was fucking me up! I stumbled to the mattress, got on my hands and knees, and the gang leader squatted behind my ass and drove his raw dick deep. His fingers dug into my fleshy ass as he said, “FUCK YEAH! That’s what I’m talking about now, oh FUCK YEAH! You are a good slut, yes you are, I owe my brother for this little wife, yes I do. You like this gangbanger dicking you down? Dime lo que quieres! Tell me what you want!”

“SHOW NO MERCY – SHOW NO MERCY – FUCK ME WITH YOUR AIDS DICK – FUCK ME!!!” I begged and pleaded. The most dangerous man in the prison reached forward, grabbed my shoulders, and pulled me back towards him as his big dick barebacked me deeper than I had ever been fucked. I was still learning I guess and could not believe he was so deep or the amazing feeling it was to have someone shifting my guts around. “Take my fucking cum up that AIDs hungry pussy! Take it gringo! Take this fucking load! OH YEAH GRINGO - FEEL ME BREED YOU!” he hollered loud enough for the whole prison to hear it seemed like. As he shot I could feel his entire shaft swell and pulse as his cum was deposited deep in my sore and abused guts.

His dick barely softened and when he yanked it out of my now well-fucked hole I still winced and gasped a little. The even worse feeling was having my ass empty. I was still doggy style on the mattress when he took his fingers, jammed them into my ass and worked them around, pulled them out and reached forward and held them in front of my face. “This is the mark of an MS-13 fuck! See the little dark chunks of blood, the bright red, and the pink goo? All signs have been used and bred like a good AIDs slut. Get up, get me something to smoke, and keep that ass ready as I plan to fuck you all night.”

I said, “Hmm, I feel like I have to use the bathroom, is there one in here?” The gang leader laughed, pointed to a bucket by the door and said, “For now, there, but I don’t think you do, I think it’s your insides just trying to figure out what the fuck happened. So you hold it as I want you sloppy wet. But speaking of ---- have you ever drank piss before? Had it up your ass?” I shook my head no, as he smiled, stood over me and said, “Open your mouth. I need to piss and I am not using a bucket when I have a hot piece of culo here to take everything I got.” His piss was dark and sharp and smelled awful and tasted worse, but I drank it down and before I could gag it back up he handed me a new bottle of liquor for me to wash it down with.

I spent the next few hours being fucked beyond stupid by the leader of MS-13 in between our drinking and his smoking. After the second load my hole was wide and gaping and he loved finding new positions in which he could scrape my guts as he slammed balls deep. My ass continued to bleed and I was concerned, but he laughed and assured me that was the way a true mujer’s pussy should be and every time he stuck a liquor-covered finger up my ass to pucker my hole, the extreme burning made me realize just how much he had torn me up.

I was on my back, my ankles pushed to my shoulders with the gang leader deep dicking me, and my ass making big sloppy noises because it was so wet and full when the door lock clicked and Santos walked back in. I craned my neck to see him. He looked tired, and like he had blood on the front of his pants, but it did not appear to be his, and he looked OK otherwise, so I relaxed and hoped he would enjoy the show. My ass was talking back with every thrust and I was rewarded and blessed with another load of dick snot deep in the bowels from a huge gangbanger dick. The leader of MS-13 collapsed on top of me, panting from the workout, his sweat blurring my vision as it dripped onto my face. After a few minutes he grunted, rolled off me, stood up, shook his head and body like a dog coming in out of the rain, grabbed his t-shirt, wiped his face, then stepped over to speak with Santos. I lay on the cum, blood, and ass stained mattress, sautéed in infected jizz, as they caught up.

Santos was lighting a new cigarette while the gang leader went over, pulled his pants on, shook himself again, took a shot of liquor, then came and kneeled by me. He smiled as he looked down at me and drove three fingers up my gaping and ganger filled hole, leaned closed so only I could hear, “I will see you again very soon gringo as I have much more leche for you. Oh, and you will be a great mujer for my brother, with all my blessings.” I was a little surprised and looked at him a bit startled as he pulled his fingers out of my ass, held them to my mouth so I could lick them and winked at me before standing up and leaving through the door, which was closed loudly behind him.

I looked at Santos, shifted myself on the mattress and turned so that as I raised my legs and grabbed my ankles and pulled back, he had a clear view of my freshly fucked, bruised, swollen, used, and infected hole. Santos dropped his cigarette on the floor, shucked his pants in a flash and was naked and inside me within seconds. As Santos buried himself as deep as he could I whispered in utter ecstasy, “Te amo, mi marido, I love you my husband,” before realizing what I had said. Santos did not miss a beat though and replied, “Te amo, mi mujer, I love you my wife”. I wrapped my arms around his muscled back and hung on as Santos bound our bodies in union through blood, cum, and his AIDs gift.

Stay tuned for Chapter 5 – The First Signs of Infection and Life Under the New Regime

[AlwaysOpen]

Hell yes-- a fresh chapter and a reason to go out tonight and get my culo rutted and bred out-- love the belt around the neck- nothing keeps a cocksucker focused and drawn down deeper on a cock <wink>

[jankoslave]

yeah, really hot and makes me hunting for a load tonite.

[pozpigluvr]

this story is so incredibly hot! thanks!

[kente]

This story makes me so horny that I can't wait to have my ass filled with some high viral loads. Luckily I will participate tonight in a private biohazard party where my ass will get some charged loads and I will give my unmedicated seed in someone's ass and spread my bugs

[mike43]

hot story can wait for next chapter tell him you love him:)

[whthole4u]

Chapter 5 – The First Signs of Infection and Life Under the New Regime - I looked at Santos, shifted myself on the mattress and turned so that as I raised my legs and grabbed my ankles and pulled back, he had a clear view of my freshly fucked, bruised, swollen, used, and infected hole that the leader of MS-13 had just spent hours digging out and filling me up with his AIDs and infected cum. Santos dropped his cigarette on the floor, shucked his pants in a flash and was naked and inside me within seconds. As Santos buried himself as deep as he could I whispered in utter ecstasy, “Te amo, mi marido, I love you my husband,” before realizing what I had said. Santos did not miss a beat though and replied, “Te amo, mi mujer, I love you my wife”. I wrapped my arms around his muscled back and hung on as Santos bound our bodies in union through blood, cum, and his AIDs gift.

Santos held me tight as he took his time stroking every inch of my shredded hole with his big uncut dick. He felt so amazing, and all I could do was whimper and murmur and beg and wish it would never end. I knew Santos was close when he raised up, grabbed my ankles, pushed my legs back and jumped deep into my hole. His eyes closed tight, the teardrop tattoo almost disappearing as he grunted and added his hot cum to my charged ass. When he was done, Santos lay down beside me, closed his eyes, and while his breathing returned to normal I ran my hand and up down his sweaty chest, and just watched him. Yeah, I did love him, and now I knew he loved me too. Having Santos call me his ‘wife’ was an honor and I knew was a term of endearment and not a slander of some sort even though I was a man. The word was not what mattered, it was the meaning and intent behind it and I was prepared to do anything to be a good mujer for Santos.After a while, Santos got up, lit a cigarette and sat in the chair. He looked tired and so I went over, rubbed his shoulders and neck and asked what was wrong. “It is time Little Papi, time to go back out there. Much has happened, and you must trust me no matter what, OK? You know how I feel, but out there – out there I will not always be able to tell you, or show you, and sometimes I may ask you to do things you may not understand. Can you handle that? You also know how much I love to watch you get fucked, and I want you to chase all the AIDs dick you want. I know that just because you may get fucked does not change how you feel about me. None of that changes what I said here. I will protect you mi mujer.” Santos stood up, kissed me long and hard, I got dressed, he unlocked the door and we were greeted by a hallway full of his armed enforcers.

The prison was eerily quiet as we started to walk back to our rooms. Santos said something, and the guards in front of us took a detour and we were soon standing on a third floor walkway overlooking a large courtyard area. The courtyard below was packed with men mingling about, talking in hushed, quiet tones. Santos put his arm around my shoulder, nodded his head towards the far end of the courtyard and said, “Look and learn Little Papi.” My eyes took in the macabre scene before me. Hanging from the railings at the end of the courtyard were several bodies, bloody, and torn apart. Their faces looked serene and had not been touched at all, but their stomachs were sliced open, their guts were hanging out, and the arms and legs on some were clearly broken from the twisted angle at which they dangled. “The Burro and his co-conspirators,” Santos said as he exhaled a cloud of smoke. “El Capo too. The recent troubles we had all lead back to them. It seems The Burro was planning to kill Sagastume and put his own man in to run MS-13. That is why mi hermano was safe with you last night. The Crezi Kids gang was involved and some of the others, but they are gone now, their leaders now join The Burro up there. The gangbangers in those crews who were not involved have been split up between MS-13, Control Machete, and Calle 18, as well as our non-aligned gang. Those who were involved have been dealt with. Balance must be maintained in here, and now everyone has learned that once and for all.”

The sadness in Santos’ voice surprised me until I realized that it must have been him and his enforcers that had been asked to carry all of this out. SHIT! I wanted to hug him, kiss him, but I knew this was not the place or time, so I just leaned into him a little and tried to show in my eyes I understood and I was there for him. The leader of MS-13 had been right when he had told me while he had been breeding me that, “Tomorrow…Will be a new day at San Pedro Sula Prison. You will learn along with everyone else and will see the type of merciless revenge and cruel retribution that MS-13 is known for.” As we walked back to our rooms I though about El Capo. No, I would not miss him, and no I didn’t feel sorry for him. When we got to our section of the prison the first floor was packed and Santos sighed as he told me to go on up and he would see me later. I got to the second floor and was pounced on by Miguel who was talking rapidly, “Did you see them? Did you hear? There was shooting, and and and, then they cut them, and The Burro tried to hide under a bed in one of the dorms, but they found him. Did you see them? The rest they tossed over the wall to the guards. Let those dogs deal with the bodies.”

I really did not feel like talking about it until Miguel said, “They asked Santos to be the new El Capo, but he said no. He could have been boss, but he turned them down. Said his place was where he was. So there is no boss now, maybe later, want to go look through his stuff?” I said, “In a minute, I want to make sure no one is hurt.” I grabbed the box of medical supplies I had been gathering, and made a round to check on all of the enforcers that were around. I cleaned a few cuts, put on some fresh cloth bandages, and could tell by the lingering horror in some of their eyes that last night had taken its toll. Two of the enforcers that had fucked me before looked especially shaken so I told them I needed their help and wanted to check on things upstairs. Miguel started to come along, but I told him to stay and watch the stairs and make sure no one came up as we had to keep things safe. He puffed his chest out, assumed his duty station, and the two enforcers followed me upstairs.

We did a quick round of the third floor, made sure no one was around, then I went to the supply room, grabbed a bottle of Guaro and tequila, then set a couple glasses on the table and poured the two enforcers and myself a drink. They hesitated, but then drank up. I filled their glasses again and as they drank I stood up, dropped my pants, hopped up on the table and laid back so my hole was open and waiting. Sex always makes people feel better and I figured what better way to get their minds off what had happened then some good ass? The two enforcers looked at me like I was loco, then looked at each other, then back at me and decided they were in. The first one got up, dropped his pants, and slid his dick up my ass while his buddy continued to drink and watch. “Fuck me, yeah give me that big dick, yeah fuck me,” I said. He grabbed my thighs, pulling me a little further off the table while he pounded my hole and dumped his cum deep in my ass. When he was done, my hole was stuffed by the second enforcer who did not last and quickly shot his cum, making my hole squish and ooze when he pulled out. They both smiled as I put my pants back on, patted my back, said, “Gracias!” and I grabbed both their dicks through their pants and gave them a good squeeze. Miguel was still at his post when we came down the stairs, but eyed us suspiciously as we walked by. “What were you doing up there?” Miguel asked, “I thought you were…” I interrupted him, “Everything looks the same upstairs, make sure someone guards these stairs at all times and does not let anyone up until Santos says so.” I then went back upstairs and laid back down in my room. I was not sure where to go, do I stay there, go to Santos’ room? I should have been hungry, but I was more tired and quickly fell asleep.

“Little Papi, Little Papi,” the voice slowly made its way through my sleep induced fog. I came to and realized Santos was bent over me, a look of concern across his face. “Why are you here Little Papi? Luckily Miguel knew were you were, what is wrong? Why are you here?” I shook the last of the fog our of my head and said, “I’m OK, just tired I guess and fell asleep.” Santos asked again, “Why are you here? Do you want to leave?” I did not understand, but then realized maybe he thought I had somehow changed my mind about him after seeing the bodies and realizing what he had done. I reached up and pulled Santos down on top of me, his body was tense and hard. He looked in my eyes as I stroked his head and assured him, “Oh mi marido. I’m sorry. I just didn’t know if it was OK to just go into your room, or if you had a room for me downstairs, or what, and was not sure about people knowing about…about us. I still love you my husband, and no, no, I don’t want to leave.” Santos’ body relaxed, he smiled, and kissed me deep filling my mouth with his spit and letting his tongue explore. “Mi mujer, I want you with me, OK? Do not worry, my men all know, how could they not? They like you too. You have taken good care of them, bandaged them up, fed them, and don’t forget you have given them some good culo!” Santos laughed a little at that, so it was clear he knew about my fuck earlier with his two enforcers. We got up off the bed and Santos said he wanted to do a quick tour of the floor. I asked what the plan was and he said, “There is a new El Capo, but he will not stay here anymore. He will come here each day to work but only on the first floor, and each night he will stay in rooms elsewhere. The gang leaders have decided we need to keep him a little afraid. This floor will be for us – the leaders have agreed. You and I will make our new room back there, the big one with the windows beside the other bathroom. Have Miguel and any of the bangers you need help you set it up and tell Miguel he can now have a room on the second floor. We will use this area as before, a place to eat, have meetings, or fuck, for us and my enforcers. Would you mind cooking for them sometimes? You know the food they get from the prison is often shit, only good for pigs, so a good meal with us sometimes I know they would like. We will use El Capo’s old bedroom for our guests, I have some others I need you to meet, that is if you want some more dick?” I laughed and said, “You know I am AIDs slut marido, bring it on!”

The next several days were busy as I made our new bedroom and expanded prison home the best I could, had Santos’ things moved up, and even helped set Miguel up in his new room. He was so excited and had never had his own room before and had just slept in whatever corner he found. True it was not really a room, just a closet big enough for a little mattress and a box at the back of the large dorm room where several of the enforcers slept, but to him it was the best. I established a daily routine of caring for Santos and his enforcers. Miguel was able to get me a regular supply of fresh eggs, so breakfast became the meal that everyone came to expect and enjoy, and I was happy to cook and play host for Santos and his men. There was still tension in the prison from the recent regime change, but there had been no fights or violence, yet I still worried about Santos each time he walked down the stairs. It was only at night as I lay in bed with Santos, that the worry went away. Saturday morning was bright and sunny, breakfast had just wrapped up and I was in the kitchen cleaning up when Santos came in, wrapped his arms around me, kissed my neck and said, “Little Papi, tonight we will have a special guest. OK? Send Miguel out for something special, candy or something, and I will send some of my gangbangers out to get something special to drink. Make sure your ass is ready as I plan to watch you take some good polla!” I spent the day getting things ready and was horned up and excited and was hoping it would be the leader of MS-13 again as he had an amazing dick! It was later then I expected when I heard Santos’ voice as he began to walk up the stairs. I had on a new white, Nike t-shirt and a pair of jeans, the table was set with glasses, assorted liquor, and the candies Miguel had found at the Mercado, along with several cigarette packs. I saw Santos first, who was followed by a man who was about 40, shorter then me, longer black hair, who was wearing a long sleeved plaid shirt and black pants. They came to the table and Santos said, “This is David, the leader of Calle 18.” I shook his head and must have had a look of surprise on my face as David laughed and said, “I know, hardly a typical Honduran name, but my mother loved the nuns and the church, and when an old midwife told her that her son would grow up to be a king, she figured that David fit since he was King of the Jews. Little did she know I would be king of a bunch of bangers!” Santos and David both sat down, I filled their glasses, and they proceeded to chat and drink and relax. I was not quite sure what I was supposed to do, so I just sat beside Santos and tried to anticipate what they might want or need. After about an hour David got up to use the bathroom. Santos pushed his chair back, pulled it away from the table several feet, pulled his pants down, sat back down and said, “Get undressed and suck me.” I glanced at the bathroom, then Santos, and did what he asked. I was nursing Santos’ dick when I heard David walk out of the bathroom.

“You see mi hermano, I told you I had a nice surprise for you. His culo is tight and fresh and has not been fucked in days, and I think you will enjoy. Do not worry, no one else is here and we will not be interrupted. I know your wife and beautiful children, but we are friends and what is wrong with a little fun? We live a hard life you and I, so I wanted to share this with you.” I could not see David’s face and he did not respond, but he was soon rubbing a hand around my ass, feeling each cheek. “Go on mi hermano, stick your finger in there, feel how tight and how good that feels, doesn’t that feel good?” Santos said. David slid a finger into my dry hole. I was not sure he had ever fucked ass before, but he then spit on his hand and worked his fingers back up my ass while I continued to suck Santos. Santos then pushed my head back and stood up, “Here, let him stand up and bend over, then you can really enjoy it.” I bent over, held onto the chair as Santos grabbed a seat, lit up a cigarette, and watched as David worked his hard dick into my raw ass. He was not as big as Santos, maybe about 9 inches and not very thick, and he seemed hesitant. Once he was in though he started to moan and I knew he enjoyed it, especially when I clenched my ass on the outstroke. I could see Santos stroking his dick while he watched us, and that made me horny as hell. David fucked me at a slow and steady pace for several minutes and then said something in Spanish I did not understand. His hands gripped my sides as he tensed and shot his load in my ass. I did not know if he was infected or not, but any cum was good cum. When he was done he pulled out, grabbed a napkin off the table, wiped his dick off, and sat back down. Santos pulled up his chair, I got dressed and sat back down, and they resumed their conversation like nothing had happened.

When David got ready to leave he shook my hand, held it and squeezed it tight and said, “I look forward to seeing you again.” My ass was still wet with his load when I replied, “I would like that. Anytime you want to visit, you are always welcome here.” I asked Santos if I did OK and he assured me I did better than OK, and that it was important for him to build a personal relationship with the gang leaders and that now I was an important part of that. The cum pig in me came out when I asked, “So when do I get to be fucked by the leader of Control Machete? I hope he has a nice dick!” Santos laughed, pushed me to the bedroom, and did not answer me as he gave me two more loads before we finally fell asleep, safe and content.

I guess it was a couple days later when it was time to get up to make breakfast and I just could not move. Finally Miguel came into our room looking for me and shook me awake. My head was pounding, I felt hot, my body ached and the second I tried to get out of bed I felt wicked nauseous. What was wrong? Miguel looked at me, touched my forehead, swore, pushed me back onto the bed and said, “I’ll be right back.” He soon returned with Santos who sent Miguel out of the room. Santos sat on the edge of the bed and asked me how I felt, he put his hand on my forehead, then he put his right hand on my left cheek, turned my head to face him and said, “My Little Papi is mine forever now,” as a big smile spread across his face. I didn’t understand and Santos said, “I think you now have my AIDs Little Papi, mi mujer. I am always inside you now, always with you, and the sicker you get the more infected we know you will be.” This was sinking in as Santos stood up, got undressed, crawled onto the bed, raised my legs, spit on my hole, and pushed his dick in. Santos leaned down over me and whispered, “You are mine Little Papi. I know you don’t feel well and it will get worse, much much worse. I also know you may not feel like having sex right now, but this is not about what you want, no mi mujer. This is what I want. I want you to have more AIDs dick, and there is not better time then when you are sick. So I am going to make sure you get fucked as much as possible while you are sick and do not worry if it gets dirty, the bathroom is next door, and what is important is taking their cum. Dime lo que queires – tell me what you want Little Papi. You want my AIDs forever don’t you mi mujer? You going to be my AIDs mujer? OH FUCK PAPI….” Stay tuned for Chapter 6: Full on Infection and Control Machete Shows me What They Got

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Chapter 6: Full on infection and Control Machete Shows me What They Got - “I think you now have my AIDs Little Papi, mi mujer. I am always inside you now, always with you. I want you to have more AIDs dick, and there is not better time then when you are sick. So I am going to make sure you get fucked as much as possible while you are sick. You want my AIDs forever don’t you mi mujer? You going to be my AIDs mujer? OH FUCK PAPI….”

Santos was true to his word and I got fucked more when I was sick, then even before, but I’ll come back to that in a minute. I did not have to worry about things getting dirty. I had diarrhea like out of some Stephen King novel, whoosh, splat, and that first day I spent more time on the toilet then in my bed with it coming out of both ends. After that, there was nothing left in me to give. I was still wicked nauseous and just the thought of food made me feel worse. Santos sent Miguel to the Mercado along with one of the enforcers who came back with two bags full of bottled water for me to drink. The worse, the absolute worse part was the fever. Santos had the A/C turned off in our room as he said the fever was showing us how the virus was moving in my blood through my body and the A/C would just make me catch pneumonia or something. I was so hot! I did not care if Miguel saw me naked, or anyone else, as I lay drenched in sweat on the bed, miserable and aching. By day two I had a big fever blister on my lip, which made me even more self-conscious, but to Santos it was a sign, a sign that this truly was the fuck-flu and that I had HIV and more.

After it felt like I had shit myself to death, the first man Santos brought after he had fucked me again was a total surprise, Sagastume Fajardo, the palabreros or leader of MS-13. I tried to sit up, but Santos pushed me back down onto the bed as he sat beside me and began rubbing my forehead. That always made me feel better. The MS-13 leader pulled a chair over, sat down, set a box with several bottles of Guaro on the floor, then lit up a cigarette and smiled. “You are right mi hermano,” he said to Santos as he used the hand holding his cigarette to gesture my way, “Our gringo mujer looks like shit! Looks like this one is marked for sure, marked for death by MS-13 cum!” He laughed at that and I just moaned, from feeling miserable and not seeing the humor as the sweat continued to run from my body like rats from a sinking ship. “Isn’t it dangerous for you to be here?” I asked. The leader of MS-13 leaned closer, “No worries muchacho. Much has changed. One of our errors in the past was leaving El Capo alone too much without seeing us. Now, now each of us will come visit often, and others from our gangs as well to show we are united in this……this new way of conducting ourselves and our business. So mi hermano, I know you have much to do and our mujer here and I are old friends, so I thought I would stay and visit for a few hours and see what I could do to make him feel better, well me feel better!” Once again he laughed and I began to realize what he might have in mind. Santos rubbed my forehead, gave it a good-bye kiss, then said, “I’ll make sure you are not disturbed. I’ll be back later,” and then left.

The leader of MS-13 stood up, locked the door, took off his Chicago Bulls t-shirt and pants, and once again left on his black boots while he said, “Ahh, that feels much better.” He sat back down in the chair, the wood creaking as he scooted the chair right up to the side of the bed so that he was now sitting parallel to me, lit up another cigarette and while holding it between his teeth, reached down and opened one of the bottles of Guaro that he brought. After several large swigs, he handed it to me and said, “Here, this is the good shit we had before and in your condition it will not take a lot for you to feel it.” I pushed myself up onto my right arm and with my left hand shakily took the bottle and put it to my lips. The first swallow made me gag, choke, and cough as he laughed, the second burned going down and felt like a flaming tire in my stomach. The third gulp put out the roaring flames, so that now just the slow steady burn of embers remained. I handed the bottle back to him, plopped back onto the bed and closed my eyes, feeling the liquor kick in and the first little bit of relief from the fuck-flu misery.

“Let’s talk a little, do you mind? Here, put your head in my lap, nurse on my polla, he has missed you and I know it will make you feel better,” the MS-13 leader said. He turned his chair a little so I could scoot up and drape myself across his thighs while guiding his dick into my open mouth. The raw and hardening dick responded to my tongue and I knew he had not washed in days. I loved the smell of him and the taste of his salty, sweat and funk covered dick. It did not taste of old cum, or like he had been fucking, just that his dick has been nestled against his body, waiting, waiting for a chance to be appreciated. The leader of MS-13 continued talking as I gently nursed on his dick, “Mi hermano has told me that all is well with you and him and how you stayed, how you have taken care of him and his men. You know his enforcers are like his family. He also told me more and as I said to you the last time I saw you, you had my blessings.” He took his left hand and began rubbing my forehead like Santos had done. “I owe my life to mi hermano, many times, many times, and recent events have shown me even more how important he is to me. You know he could have been El Capo? Yes? At first I thought he was crazy for not taking it, for not taking the power that we were willing to give him. But this new set up is much better, I see that now, and it was all his idea. No matter what, he still has great power and I know you worry about him. Do not worry, he is mi hermano, we will watch out for him – they all will watch out for him, for if they do not – well, you saw what can happen. And we will watch out for you as well mi gringo mujer. You are part of the family now and I like you, I really do, but remember, NEVER BETRAY us, or………”

All this talk of power and retribution had made the mammoth dick I had been nursing stand at full attention and wanting to fight. The blood pulsed through the veins up and down the shaft, his balls priming the pump with a steady flow of thick and shiny precum. Even in my current state my ass wanted to be bred by him. “Let me see,” the leader of MS-13 said as he grabbed my face, turned it towards him and up as he leaned a bit to the right. “It will take several days for your lips to heal from your blisters. I have to tell you, it feels pretty fucking wild when you run your lips along my shaft, I can feel them. You know what they mean? They mean my other infections have taken in you as well, here, open your mouth like you’re putting on lipstick, let me rub my dripping dick around those nasty lips, give you some more of my bugs, aaahhhh mi mujer, aaahhhhh.” That was pretty weird, but sort of hot at the same time. This man was going to throw down some dirty sex!!

I continued to rub my blister covered lips on his dick and the leader of MS-13 pushed my face hard onto it, making one of the sores on my lip crack and open up. He pulled my face away, looked and confirmed that had happened, then rubbed my lips and down his dick even harder, working the infected seepage all over his shaft and head. “So, how did you enjoy your visit with David? I know he could not give you what I did, but did you enjoy it? Did he shoot inside that gringo pussy? Tell me, did he give you some filthy Calle 18 leche? Yeah, see you are learning. In here there are many types of power, many ways to get power, share power, and dispense power, and sex is one of them. Santos knows this better than anyone and you mi gringo mujer, you now have power too. See? My polla is at your wish and command.” He laughed again at his own words, as I thought about what he had just said. I did not really think before that I could help Santos, but I guess I was, and knowing that I had even a little bit of power made me horny.

The leader of MS-13 was squirming in the chair bit time now and I knew he was not going to be satisfied with just my mouth for much longer. I pulled away, grabbed the Guaro, and emptied the bottle. He was smiling a knowing smile when I handed it back to him and said, “I may want some more, so I hope you are not planning to use all of those other bottles on my ass.” He laughed hard at that, put his cigarette out on the floor, stood up and guided his dick into my waiting my mouth and throat fucked me. When he had gotten his dick nice and wet in my throat, he pulled out, said something in Spanish I could not understand, reached down, grabbed one of my legs and spun me around so I was kneeling on the floor, my torso and chest on the bed and ass out and waiting to be bred. He grabbed one of the pillows off the bed and had me put it under my knees for a little cushion.

“How do you want this banger dick mi mujer, my AIDs slut? ” he asked. “I want a no mercy fuck, no stopping, no mercy for my culo as I get bred and my pussy gets infected with gangbanger dick. You little dicked fucker, will have to find me some real dick from Calle 18, don’t know why I’m wasting my time with some boy dick from MS-13.” The leader of MS-13 was not used to anyone mouthing off to him like that and I think I shocked him, but at the same time he realized he liked that shit as his dick bounced and twitched. He reached forward, cuffed my head and said, “What the fuck did you say? You think I got a little dick? Huh? You nasty little gringo cunt!!” He spit on his fingers, drove them deep into my waiting hole making me yelp, pulled them out, positioned his dick at my hole and pushed in just enough so he was lodge in my ass ring. He then leaned forward wrapping his fingers around my face, covering my mouth and resting his arms on my back and he pressed me down and growled, “ONLY MS-13 CAN GIVE YOU WHAT YOU WANT – ONLY MS-13 CAN FUCK YOU WITH NO MERCY!!” I cried out into his hands as he ripped my guts open with his mammoth dick, the sound muffled by his angry grip. “Tell me again fresa, tell me again what you want,” he demanded. “I want some big Calle 18 dick, a dick I can FEEL!” I gasped out as he temporarily loosened his grip, then immediately clamped his fingers tighter, covering my airways, squeezing my head as he bloodied my hole. “YOU DAMN AIDS SLUT, YOU JUST A FRESA NOW, JUST A FRESA FOR ME TO USE!! You like that? Huh? That’s what you want? FUCK! Look what you’ve made me do, damn it, fuck that ass is bleeding.”

The leader of MS-13 pummeled my torn hole, angry, confused, and hornier then he had ever been. Sweat was now pouring off of him as he drove deeper into my ass and he shifted his hand from covering my face to around my neck, “Make me you mujer, give me that MS-13 dick!” I gasped, “No limits, no mercy mi marido, no marido, I give myself to you anyway you want, I want to be your AIDs wife, make me bleed for you, that’s it, I will always be yours, always be your pussy, your AIDs pussy, FUCK ME!!” He clenched my throat harder, the bed was banging against the wall as he slam fucked me, tearing his way in and out with every thrust. “That’s it, rape my culo, rape me marido, infect me, rape me!!” His gangbanger dick buried itself as deep as it could as his fingers tightened on my throat and his body convulsed in wave after wave of ecstatic bliss. The MS-13 dick jumped in my guts as it unloaded a hot, steady stream of satisfaction. He slowly pulled his dick out of my ass, a stream of blood and cum splattering the concrete floor before he reached down, swung my legs up, and rolled me onto my back onto the bed. He was still rock hard as he pushed my legs back and dropped down into my gaping and waiting hole.

“There’s no running from me,” the leader of MS-13 said as he used his body weight to keep my legs up and back, while he moved his arms under each shoulder and wrapped his hands back around my neck. “Carojo mujer! THAT was a fuck. You know me I see, you know what to say to bring it all out, you know just how to please me. Did you like that my AIDs slut? Did you like your husband raping your pussy, making your gringo pussy bleed, having no mercy? Hmmm……I can tell by your hole clenching on my dick you did. I did not expect that. Hmmm….. I think I need to find someplace a little more private so that next time I can show the fresa what a real prison rape is like…..hmmmmm……yes…….see what you do to me mujer. Would you like that? I held way back the first time, and some today too. But I don’t want to hold back. No, I want to take you….ahhhhh, but not today. Today we will make love mi mujer. Dime lo que quieres! Tell me what you want!” I got two more loads with him on top of me like that before he rolled off. He chain smoked a couple in a row, we had some more to drink, he stared in awe and wonder at the remnants of our first fuck on the floor beside the bed before he wiped it up so not a trace was left, before he gently washed my ass of for me and using his fingers made sure the only thing coming out was more of his buried cum.

The most powerful man in the prison was sitting back in the chair, smoking, rubbing my forehead when Santos returned. “Mi hermano, there you are. Thank you for being so kind and allowing me to visit this afternoon. It is time for me to go.” The leader of MS-13 bent down, rubbed a finger around my lips and said, “I look forward to see you again.” No sooner was he out the door then Santos was dropping his pants and crawling onto the bed, fumbling to get my legs up and said, “Little Papi, I know he fucked you, I can smell it, and I can see that your ass is bruised and swollen, damn I want to cum in you. Can you take some more, please? Please Little Papi?” I had to laugh as he looked too funny with his pants around his ankles and that look on his face. I of course agreed, but did feel some shame as I wondered about the next time with MS-13, I wondered what he had planned.

Several days later I was feeling much better, my lips had healed, and life had returned to normal, well as normal as one can get in a prison. Santos had brought several other men by to fuck me, including the Goat and Oscar and the infected ones I had met in the room before, and of course some of his enforcers stopped to check on me and take my temperature in their special way. I think they were happiest of all once I was better as I started cooking for them again and felt good knowing they got at least one decent meal a day. I was down on the second floor helping sort some business product when Santos came in, looking tense. I followed him upstairs and he said, “In about 10 minutes the new leaders of Control Machete will arrive for a meeting. Can you just make sure we have something to drink? I do not trust them, and would have you stay downstairs, but everyone must understand this is my life, so…” I was concerned and offered stay downstairs with Miguel and the guys, but Santos shook his head and before we knew it Miguel was on the stairs saying they had arrived.

The two men who came up the stairs looked impossibly young. They were both cut, had long wavy hair, dressed like the Burro in nice shirt and pants, and no tattoos that I could see. These guys run a gang? Santos made introductions, we sat at the table, and Santos poured drinks. The two guys did not acknowledge my presence, and seemed tense in the discussions they had with Santos. Before long their voices started to rise, one of them flicked his hand towards me, Santos got very tense, and I did not know what was going on. I was ready to go get the guys down stairs when the two from Control Machete stood up, one knocking his chair over in the process, and stormed out. Santos quickly returned to his calm, cool demeanor and said, “Do not worry. They are young, and new to being in charge. We just do not always agree, that is all. Not like when their Uncle ran things. He felt it was time to pass the torch, and so the cousins are now in charge. Control Machete, at least here, is mostly one big connected family. They call come from the same region of the country and one way or the other seem to be related. While they may be from the country, they are no less dangerous, and some of the most famous death squad members were part of their family. I also believe – but we found no proof – that they were far more involved with El Capo and his plans than we know.”

The evening ended quietly, and the next day seemed like all the rest. It was late in the afternoon and Santos had said he would be back late and as he left said, “I am always nearby Little Papi.” That had become I think his way of saying he loved me and helping me not to worry, but I still did. Anyways, I had cleaned things and had just unbuttoned my jeans and sat in the chair to take off my sneakers when I was surprised by someone knocking on the doorway. I looked up, and there was a man about 60 or 65, bald, with a gray goatee. I did not recognize him and said, “Sorry, Santos has gone out. If you go downstairs I’m sure one of his men can help you.” The man smiled, clasped his hands together, shook his head, and said, “Please forgive me for the intrusion, but no. I am not here to see Santos, I am here to see you.” I got a little nervous at that and stood up to button my pants and I don’t know what. The man stepped towards me and said, “No, no, please, sit, I have been rude. My name is Elder Sancho Romero, I believe you met my nephews yesterday?” Oh, so this must be the Uncle. “Yes, yes, of course, please come in and sit and let me get you something to drink. What would you like?” I asked. He said he liked brandy, so I brought a bottle of that for him, Guaro for me, and joined him at the table.

“I have already spoken with Santos,” Sancho said, “My nephews, they have much to learn, and in here, here we must all work together to make the life a life, you understand?” I shook my head yes as I emptied my first glass as he continued, “And so I wanted to come to see you too. To apologize on behalf of Control Machete. Sometimes the young ones think they are so progressive and know so much – BAH! I am sorry for the way my nephews behaved and hope that the next time you meet them you will not hold yesterday against them.” I assured him I would not, refilled his glass and mine, and enjoyed the next several minutes of general conversation about his family, the prison, and ways he thought things could be made better. “May I be honest,” he asked me, “My nephews, they have a difficult time making sense of the Santos they know with the Santos they see here – with you, you understand? They are too new to prison and to life to understand that just because you may fuck a man does not mean you are a fresa. Especially in here, sometimes you just fuck whoever is available, and sometimes your friend is just whoever is available, and sometimes even, your mujer is whoever is available, you understand?” I shook my head yes as he continued. “Don’t get me wrong. I have spoken with Santos and I can see it in his eyes. Whatever is going on with you is not just because you are around, you understand? I say so what. It does not change the work Santos has done, and frankly I think he and his men are all the better for having you around from what I hear.” I tilted my head in curiosity at that, Sancho laughed and said, “Just because an old man is not out fighting with the young ones anymore, does not mean that I still don’t ask questions and listen, listen to the guards and listen to others. I must say, for a gringo you sure have stirred things up around here!” I laughed along with him at that one and had not realized I guess. My world is so small in these few rooms.

“You must be careful though, you understand? There are some who will never accept, but for the rest of us, we do not care and as long as you are making life here better, you are welcome! So on to another reason why I am here. I wanted to bring a peace offering of sorts – well two - if you will let me. Again, an old man listens, Erazo! ERazo! ERAZO!!!” I turned and into the doorway stepped a man about Miguel’s age, buzzcut hair, big ears, pencil thin mustache, no shirt, so I could see he had a few prison issued tats on his chest. Erazo stepped in, looked at Sancho who nodded, and Erazo unbuttoned his pants and let them drop. FUCK! His dick looked like it could be as big as the leader of MS-13s. Sancho said, “Erazo is my grandson, my daughter’s son. My poor girl came to the city very young, got hooked on drugs, contracted AIDs, but before she died she gave us Erazo, and gave him her AIDs too. My pardon if I am wrong, but I have heard that you like men such as my Erazo?” I looked at him again and got hard thinking about him fucking me, wow what a dick. Sancho nodded at Erazo who stepped back, reached around the doorway and pulled on someone’s arm, bringing them into view.

“This is Armando. He is like Erazo’s brother as they have been together since they were babies being taken care of by the nuns. When I found Erazo, Armando came too, so he is family. But like Erazo, he too was born to a mother with AIDs and as you can see, it has been harder on him in some ways.” I looked at Armando who was clean shaven, his hair a little longer, and while Erazo looked healthy, a little meaty even, Armando was very skinny, gaunt, his skin had a grayish tinge. He took off his t-shirt and what few tats he had looked distorted as his skin clung to his ribs. Armando then unbuttoned his pants and my eyes got wide as clearly what meat he had lost on his body had gone to his dick. DAMN! From the waist down the guys could have been twins. I grabbed the Guaro and took several big gulps and looked back at the boys still standing there with their pants down, then to Sancho. A weak smile came from Sancho’s lips as he said, “Los chicos have not had an easy life as you might understand, but family – blood – blood is everything. No one knows, really, but there are always whispers, rumors, and it does not help that they cannot stop trying to fuck every boy they can get their hands onto. The whores won’t touch them and los chicos are not interested anyways. If they would just fuck each other, but no, they tried to explain how such things work but it was all a bit more than I could understand. They need some guidance, and an outlet, a proper outlet, to learn how to behave. I know after the way my nephews acted I have not right to ask this of you, but I do ask for your help and for a favor. Would you help my boys? Would you let them be with you sometimes? I trust Santos, and he trusts you, so….I know it is a lot to ask, but they need someone to teach them about such things and I know of no one else who could be their friend. Please?”

Of course my ass said yes, but then I began to think of what all this might entail and what all he might be expecting. I was NOT going to share Santos, but this might be a way in which I could use some of that power my MS-13 marido talked about. “Do they understand English?” I asked. Sancho said, “So so, and Armando can speak it a little, but Erazo not so much.” “Please guys,” I said to Erazo and Armando, “Come have a drink, join us.” The guys looked at each other, then to Sancho who nodded, and the hiked up their pants and took seats across from me at the table.

“I am honored you would ask this of me, Senor, I would be pleased to be their friend – and yours – but I of course must speak to Santos first about all of this. This is his world,” I said, making both of the guys smile, and Sancho sigh in relief. “But, there will have to be some ground rules and we need to discuss a bit more what all this means. There is one condition I do have immediately before anything else. I need a business, someway that I can generate extra money for Santos and I for the future. I know my options are limited and my movement’s restricted, but there still must be something, and I want your help, and that of the other leaders to secure it – and then the boys here can help run it, or work for me, or whatever. I am not looking for charity, just an opportunity to contribute to life here with more than just my ass. Deal?” Sancho smiled wide at that, laughed, held out his hand and said, “Yes, deal. You are as good of a man as Santos and others have said you were and I already ran my idea past him before coming to see you. He said it was your decision and he would support whatever you decided. Also, you will have no need to worry about my nephews. They will support this and more, we will make sure of that, and besides, they both have a weakness for good tequila, so I say let’s get them drunk and horny and see if they can resist fucking you then. Once they do – what can they say?” This caused all of us to crack up laughing, and it actually sounded like a good plan. We spent the next 30 minutes or so discussing more details of the arrangement and drinking and I was frankly enjoying his company. The guys, but since I was older I just started calling them chicos even though they were technically men, would continue to live with Control Machete, although they might stay in our area from time to time. While we worked out the specifics of my new business, they would come do other work for me with the understanding that Miguel was my number one chico, and I was not looking forward to explaining all this to him. I would spend some time each day teaching them English, basic math, and a few other skills that would help with our business, and of course, the sex, but then I raised the point to Sancho that they might not even like me, I may not be their type and all. Sancho said something to the guys in Spanish, they both smiled, looked at me with eager and hungry grins, and Armando got his machismo, tough look on his face and tone in his voice when replied. Sancho laughed and said to me, “I do not think you have to worry about that. It seems they have already been fighting over who gets to go first and how often, and Armando here said that as soon as you realize Santos is not the marido for you and that Armando is, you will be a much happier mujer.” Erazo interrupted him and Sancho added, “Umm, yes, he says that they will both be your husband.”

I blushed at that, which seemed to make the guys even more anxious to get things started. Sancho said something else to them and los chicos took their glasses, grabbed one of the liquor bottles, and went back into El Capo’s old bedroom and closed the door. Sancho refilled our glasses and said, “Thank you again. I was beginning to wonder how I would ever help them. Things are difficult enough here, but then with…. Ahhh, does not matter now. May I ask, have you met David and Sagastume from the other gangs? Yes? You got along OK? Good, good. I do not need to know specifics of course, but that does make things much much easier for us. We will need to find a business where we are not stepping on anyone else’s toes – well no one who matters. I also do not want them to think I am overstepping either by having my family work for you. I suggest that we ask each of them to offer someone for you to hire and train for your business too, so that it is truly a non-aligned endeavor and no one can say one gang is trying to get something over on another. Do you agree?” The guy’s voices rose and laughter could be heard from behind the closed door.

“I do have one more small favor,” Sancho asked looking almost sheepish, “While I think I might enjoy, hmmm… uhhhhh….well to be blunt, while I think I would enjoy fucking you, I frankly would need more to drink and a little more discretion. But, I do enjoy watching and the boys have let me watch them before, so if it is alright with you, may I sit in the room and watch?” I smiled, nodded, and confirmed that was not a problem with me, adding, “Feel free to do more than watch if you want. I would be happy to suck you or whatever.” Sancho smiled, handed me the Guaro and said, “I think you may need a few good shots. From what I have seen in the past, the boys like to get right to it.” I hit the bottle, grabbed a new one, and then thinking what if someone comes up turned to go to the door to try to figure out a way to get someone to guard. “No need,” Sancho said, “My men are at the bottom of the stairs, and Santos left orders with his not to let anyone up.” With that we both went to the bedroom to find Erazo on his knees sucking Armando, who was nice and hard. Armando pushed Erazo away as soon as we stepped in, making Erazo land on his ass and burst out laughing. Maybe they were too drunk to fuck? Not a chance, as Erazo’s dick was hard and at a 45-degree angle pointing up the minute he stood up and started to stroke.

Sancho eased the wooden chair back into the far corner, sat down, opened a new bottle of liquor and settled in to watch the show. Los chicos were already naked, so they stood side by side, stroking their hard dicks, impatiently waiting while I got undressed. The second my pants hit the floor Erazo was on his knees with my dick in his mouth and Armando was trying to milk my right nipple. I pushed them both back off me, “Easy boys, easy. Take your time. I’m not running anywhere, we’ll both get what we need, or want, or whatever.” They both gave me their little shit-eating grins as I think they could see my curly pig tail sticking out. Their smell was so different than anyone else, and their energy and rawness – OINK! I was so horned up, but I had to mind my own manners as well. I sat in the other wooden chair making sure Sancho had a good view, the guys stood in front of me, and I slowly began to lick first Erazo’s dick, then I would switch and lick on Armando’s. These were raw dicks in their most natural form. Never been tainted by rubber, never been anything but AIDs filled sperm injectors their whole lives. Fucking amazing. I soon had them both fully erect, a hand wrapped around each, as I ate their meat like it was my last supper. Sancho had abandoned just watching and was now jerking on a nice size dick of his own. I see that it ran in the family and made a mental note to get his too someday.

I stood up, pushed the chair away, and bent over and started deep throating Armando’s dick. His fingers squeezed my shoulders and he threw his head back and started to speak rapidly in Spanish. Erazo’s voice was muffled as he had immediately scrambled behind me and buried his face in my ass and was making me moan with how he ate my hole out. I came up for air, glanced over at Sancho who was wide eyed and had a huge smile on his face. Good – we were all happy, back to the show. Los chicos were young, so I believed cumming a few times would not be a problem, so I showed Armando how it felt to be sucked balls deep and to have my tongue flicking out and coating his balls while his dick filled my throat and my mouth milked his shaft. His head was still thrown back and his Spanish became faster and louder. Was he praying? Asking me to stop? It didn’t matter, I knew he was getting close as his fingers duh harder into my shoulders and his balls were no longer low hanging fruit, but were high and tight and ready to explode. One last pulsing suck and I edged Armando’s shivering dick back onto my tongue so that I would taste every drop. Armando got on his tip toes and did a little ballet step as he shot into my mouth – thick, creamy, infected cum. His nutt tasted wonderful and was like the best frosting ever! He let go of my shoulders, and I turned and sucked down Erazo’s dripping dick and gave him the same deep throat treatment while Armando recovered by eating my ass. Erazo did not disappoint either and I was startled and impressed when he shot at least twice what Armanda had. I looked at Sancho while licking my lips and he gave me a knowing nod as if to say, “I know, can you believe how much the kid shoots?”

I pulled Armando up off the bed, pushed Erazo onto it, straddled Erazo doggy style and began kissing him, while Armando got behind me and with no pretense he shoved his dick up my spit slick hole making me yelp and sit almost straight up. HOLY FUCK! HIS RAW DICKFILLED ME UP!! I had expected at least a finger or some foreplay and Erazo said something to him with a look of anger on his face. Armando went to pull out, but I flung my hand back and said, “NO, please don’t pull out. I’m OK, you just surprised me that’s all. You’re a fucking big boy, so take a little to get used to. Senor, can you make sure he understands?” Sancho relayed my message and maybe added his own as Armando did small, soft, slow strokes while I leaned back over and started to lick and chew lightly on Erazo’s nipples. I don’t think he had ever had that done before as we started to buck his hips, and his hole body moved trying to run and get more at the same time. Once I felt open enough I put my hand back on Armando’s torso, he slowly stopped, I then eased off his dick, rolled off Erazo, lay on my back and pulled my legs back, making my hole wink in invitation to Armando to enter. Armando then angled himself over my ass and dropped down into my hole making me gasp in wonder and fulfillment. I smiled wide as I looked up into his eyes, put my hands on his side and pulled him back into me. He had that same cocky, shit-eating grin on his fun, so took it he was enjoying himself.

Erazo was not to be left out so he got doggy style over my face and worked his dick into my mouth so that I was stuffed on both ends. I was sucking Erazo’s hard dick when Armando suddenly stopped and yanked his dick out of my ass. I pushed Erazo off to see what was wrong and Armando was looking at, holding his dick, which was leaking precum from his gaping piss slit. “What’s wrong,” I asked, “Why did you stop?” he did not answer so I turned to Sancho and asked again. Sancho asked Armando in Spanish then said to me, “He is close to cumming, but is afraid – for you. He is afraid you do not know he has AIDs, and he does not want to make you sick. It took his mother from him.” I turned to Sancho, my heart breaking a little for Armando, “Tell him it is OK, I know, and I want it. I am already POZ so he cannot hurt me. Can you make him understand?” As Sancho repeated what I said, I pulled Armando close to me, kissed the tip of his dick, looked up at him and smiled, then laid back and raised my legs again while pulling Armando back to me with my right hand. When Sancho finished, Armando still looked a little confused and unsure when he looked at me. “Por favor,” I said, “Cum in me, Si, Si, in my culo, por favor, si si. It’s OK, cum in me, please fuck me, I WANT your cum, I want your leche!” Erazo seemed to understand and said something too. Armando smiled wide, grabbed my ankles and sank his dick back in my ass. He held my legs wide as his pace picked up and he began to unload in my ass. His dick swelled and he gyrated his hips with every spurt, working his cum into my gut walls. As soon as he was done, Armando pulled out, Erazo slid in, and I motioned Armando up onto the bed so I could suck him clean. Erazo seemed to really like fucking me with a load already in my ass and he quickly flooded me with more AIDs cum as he mixed his and Armando’s into a thick, wonderful sex pudding. I sat up, licked Erazo clean, wiped my hand on Armando’s sweaty chest and smiled at them both. Yeah, this was going to be fun. I looked over and Sancho was wiping up his own load, so I would not press it, but I wanted him to fuck me to. He was sexy for an older guy.

We all got dressed, went and sat back down at the table, Armando filled out glasses and we all toasted the night. Sancho said they should leave and told los chicos to go ahead and to be back here the next day first thing in the morning. They smiled, nodded and left. “I hope you enjoyed the show,” I said to Sancho, “and that it is what you hoped.” Sancho laughed and said, “Well it sure was not like what I had seen them do before and just affirms this is the right plan. You can teach them and you know, I don’t think they have ever felt what it was like to cum in someone before, or at least not being terrified while they did it and full of guilt and fear. Thank you for giving them that.” I laughed and said, “Oh it was all my pleasure for sure. I hope next time we have a chance to do this that you will hold your cum until they go. I would love to feel you cum in my ass too.” Sancho was not expecting that and just mumbled a little before getting up and leaving as well.

I was still horny as hell, but also tired, so grabbed a tortilla and some rice and beans, then went and laid down on the bed to wait for Santos. I awoke facedown to someone pressing their naked body onto mine, my legs being spread, and a hard dick working its way into my cum filled ass. “Little Papi has been busy tonight I see,” Santos whispered into my right ear, “Your ass is glistening from the cum and OH I CAN FEEL IT as I slide into you. Oh Papi, that feels good. I wanted to be here to see you take their AIDs dicks so bad, but I think we will have time for that. For now Little Papi, be a good mujer and open those legs wide because I have some more cum to give you.”

Stay tuned for Chapter 7: My family and life at San Pedro Sula Prison

[cumaddict71]

My goodness, this is freaking hot!

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I love this story!

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This is a great series! More please!