Quantum singularity:1: TOTAL FANTASY: AS DARK AS I GET MMb, bd,
oral, cbt, Snuff, Mdom, anal, span, tort, toys, ws

Into this story I have poured my malice, my evil, my darkness.  I
leave the stain of these traits onto this story, and thus hope to
cleanse my soul.   The original event in Spain is true, but the
follow on is not (obviously).   Since English is not my first
language there might be miss written segments.  Please feel free
to send these contributions to thetruexenos@yahoo.com  I would be
interested in your feedback


preface:

Shortly after the beginning of the 22nd century man kind began
its second ascension.  Our species had gone through great, and
painful growth spurs.  It was in 2039 when the first ascension
took place.  Humans managed to move up to the fifth dimension. 
We were then able to experience the entire length of our lives,
as an ant would experience the length of a rope.  Able to moving
back and forth on our lives, only bounded by the beginnings and
ends of our life spans.  Our understanding of the possibilities
powered the human race to endure the pains brought about by our
infancy when we decimated our crib, the earth was now barren, and
would take centuries, if not millennia to recover.  It would be
hard to explain to an unascended human, but take this on faith;
the chance to stick around for the next ascensions was worth what
needed to be endured.

Thanks to technological advances, which a modern human would have
taken to be outright miracles, our life spans had been extended,
and we were able to extend the lines of our lives to potential
millions of years, yet this was now not enough.  You see we had
now ascended to the sixth dimension.  Here our lives moved from a
mere line to a surface, one where all the what-ifs of our lives
could be explored, and tried and chosen.

If you have ever made a choice, or done something which you
regretted, or wandered if it was the right choice, you could now
move back through your lifespan (the bright chain we call it) and
follow a different dangling chain, or life.   The extent of your
existence suddenly made comparatively speaking boundless;
Wonderful, terrifying, and amazing.

I was amongst the first humans to ascend close to the winter
solstice of 2039.   As such my injection point was amongst the
oldest of the remaining humanity.  Now I was again in the
vanguard to the new dimension.  It would have been hard enough to
explain how the first ascension felt to a modern human, but
impossible to fathom in the second ascension.  So I will not try.

I will however say this; my second ascension now enables me to
explore every turning point of my former unascended life.  Every
time I made a choice, I can go back and explore the ramifications
of that choice, and the choice after that, and so on. 
Uncertainty thus no longer exists; you can truly see and evaluate
every course of action.  It is possible to still experience a
linear life if you will yourself to reduce your awareness.  Its
actually very similar to the act of watching a movie, where you
tacitly agree to follow the line created by the film director if
you would.  We refer to these as moseidons

So i decided to visit some of the times in my unascended life
where i had wondered what might have happened if...  I here share
some of the most "interesting" outcomes, which my moseidons
revealed to me.


Moseidon 1: That time in Madrid I was born and grown in Spain. 
My family had to move back and forth between the cities of Vigo,
in the Galician coast, and Madrid in the center of the country. 
The catholic church repeatedly used its considerable influence to
chase us away.  They treated our choice to live free of the fairy
tales they espoused as truth as deadly poison to their existence.
 Because of this our family kept on the move, and I never spent
more than 3 years in any one place.   In one of these times, I
attended school in the town of Barajas, near Madrid, close to the
international airport by the same name.  The town at the time was
surrounded by abandoned fields and olive tree groves;   Fields on
which I often went wandering through after school and on
weekends.

In the spring of 1983 I went for one of these walks in the
abandoned fields of olive trees I had once upon a time come up to
a man in a car.  He was parked there, close to an olive tree that
had been struck by lighting, and was still smoldering.

Afraid that the smolder might result on a brush fire, I decided
to ask the man in the car if by any chance he had any water, or
something to put out the fire with.  It was only when I
approached the man that I noticed that his dick was out of his
pants, and that he was slowly stroking himself.  It surprised me,
and amused me some, but also aroused my curiosity.  So I asked
him if he had any water with him. Minion

He did not have any water he told me, but he asked me if i had
considered peeing on it, something which I had not.

me =="oh, good idea".

With out a second thought, I went up to the smoldering stump, and
began to pee on the blackened and smoldering part of the stump.
It was enough to make a dent, but not enough to put it out all
together.  Home was a good mile away, and I hated to walk the
whole mile and then back just to put out this fire.  Lost in this
thought, I was surprised to notice the man had come up to my
side, and began to pee on the last of the embering stump, finally
putting out the last of the fire.

him == "Do you want to come in the car?", he asked me

I was naive, or inexperienced, heck I was 13

me == "why" me == "we can listen to music".  He sounded almost
like he was answering a question.

He put his hand on my shoulder, and said,” Common, you will like
it"

So I did.  The car was a brown Citroen, with a lot of space in
the front seat.  The man closed my door, then walked around, and
got in from the driver side.  True to his word, he did turn the
radio on and popped some cassette.  Some music started to sound.

him == "what’s your name", he asked no doubt trying to break the
tension in the air. me  == "Manuel and you", I was just glad to
break the silence him == "Ernesto.   What brings you to these
places?" me  == "I came to be with nature, you?", though this was
true, what I did not tell him is that I was in the process of
digging a cave on a nearby cliff, a secret refuge from the world
just for me.  After school I would go out there, and dig for a
while in the soft rock, enlarging a natural hole into a usable
cave. Er == "me too"

The small talk went on for a while, but I could not fail to pick
up on the look that that man gave me.  I quickly figured that he
wanted something with me, but what?  Remember that I was just 13.


We talked about school, and sports, and things.  He told me that
he liked to see kids in soccer uniforms, to which I told him that
I had one from school.  We also talked about parents, their
rules, and the things they make us do, and so on.  However at
some point Ernesto made his move, and placed his right hand right
off my crotch, and began to feel me up.  I looked at him, looking
a bit scared, but also inquisitively.  I could not help to also
notice that my dick had, as it had been doing lately, become
stiff. Er == "do you like it?" me == "yes"

Ernesto began to grope me again, and this time, he put his hand
under the waistband of my school sweat pants, and began to play
with my stiff dick.  It felt real good.  In fact I soon began to
feel the wonderful build up inside of me, which climaxed in an
orgasm, a then rare experience for me, and the first in which
something other than my hand was involved.

Ernesto smiled, as I coiled and moaned in ecstasy brought about
by the action of his hand.

After a little while, it was clear that it was done, and that the
sun was going down.  I had to go.  However before I left he asked
me if I would like to meet him again.  This was a Thursday, so I
said I could on Saturday.  He told me that he would be at this
same spot on Saturday at 8 in the morning, and that he would very
much like to see me in my soccer uniform, AND that he liked the
underwear that I had on.  so we departed, expecting to see each
other again.

Well Saturday came, and I overslept, not waking up until almost 1
in the afternoon.  The pity had been that I did short of woke up
early enough to go, but decided to stay in bed and sleep further.
  And often from that day on I had wondered what would have
happened, if I had chosen differently.  Now ascended twice I
could explore that.







==================The other choice: I woke up early and instead
of sleeping more, I rose.  My parents already gone and my older
brother still sleeping downstairs.  As was customary I made a
note for my brother telling him that I was going to the olive
grove.  I had left my soccer uniform laid out the night before
looking forward to this coming meeting with Ernesto.  First was
the underwear Ernesto had asked for, followed by the shiny soccer
sorts, the socks, and the shirt.  Even though it was early June,
the morning was still chilly, so I put on the sweat pants and
jacket.  Then I walked downstairs slowly so as to not wake up my
brother, and stepped outside, closing the door quietly.

I walked through the housing development, which was empty and
still dormant in the early morning hour, and walked towards the
road between the development and the fields.  There, I crossed
during a traffic lull, and marched on to meet with Ernesto.  My
heart was pounding with excitement.

Sure enough, when I came to the spot there was Ernesto in the
car.  When he saw me approach, he stepped outside the car, and
hailed me with his outstretch arm, while he held his other hand
in his pocket.   I quickened my step to get to him.

me =="Hola" him == "Hola, como estas"(how are you) me == "very
well, thanks"

there was a moment of silence, as all of the sudden I was not
sure how to proceed.  Ernesto picked up on this, and took charge

Er =="do you have your soccer uniform on?" me =="yes" I said
smiling, "its just that it was cold this morning, so I put on
long pants and a jacket" Er =="show me”

I happily took my sweat shirt and sweat pants, revealing the
white nylon shorts and blue shirt.  I was happy to see him
smiling.

Er == "good lad, for doing as I asked, I am going to show you a
magic trick, do you like magic tricks?" me == "yeah!!"

Ernesto walked to the back of the car, and opened the trunk.

Er == "let me find them, I know I have them here somewhere" me ==
"what?, what are you looking for?"  I came closer to him filled
with curiosity.

Ernesto opened up a box filled with all kinds of junk like ropes
and straps, and finally finding what he was looking for, a pair
of handcuffs

Er == "see these, they are fake, you can do a trick with them"

Ernesto showed me how to use these, by putting them on himself,
and then popping them open.

Er ==" here, you try"

I held my hands up in front of me, and Ernesto locked them, then
just as he had showed me, I depressed the small level in the
side, and out they popped.  I held them up, and smiled

Er == "very good, now, you need to try them behind your back, to
make it look more believable"

I willingly turned around, pressed my two wrists together behind
my back, and presented them to Ernesto.   Ernesto hesitated a few
seconds, checked to sure that no one was in sight, and then he
took a second pair of real handcuffs out of his pants pockets,
and switched them with the play ones.   He locked them around my
wrists, and stepped back with a concerned look in his face.

I tried to produce the same trick that had worked so well before,
but I could not find the lever to press, which would release the
cuffs.  I tried a few times, but with out success

me == "I cant seem to get them off" Er == "try some more, you
will get it"

Ernesto in the mean time had gone and collected my sweat pants
and shirt out of the front of the car, and threw them in the
trunk.  I did not pay much attention because I was busy still
trying to get the cuffs off.  Er == "here, sit on the edge of the
trunk, and I can help you"

I did as he said; somewhat embarrassed that I was having this
difficulty.  He fiddled with them for a while, and finally he
declared that something must be broken, or twisted in them.

Er == "I have a key and tools for them at home, we could go get
them, otherwise I don’t know how to get them off you"

I was somewhat distraught at the predicament I was in, but happy
that Ernesto had a solution.  I would be glad to get the things
off me.

Er =="here, get in the seat, and I will take you, I will bring
you back here afterwards"

Ernesto opened the passenger front seat, and directed me to sit.
Then he tugged the seat belt around me, and buckled it, then he
closed the car door.  He walked around the car, closing the
trunk, and stepped in the driver seat.   He looked somewhat
uneasy around and started the car.  It took us about 10 or so
minutes to get back on an asphalt road, but soon we were on a
highway, headed for Ernesto's house.

Er ="don’t worry, you will be out of those in no time"

Ernesto now had a big smile on him.  The highway had little
traffic, since it was an early Saturday morning and barely much
past 8 in the morning.   He reached again to my crotch, and began
to rub my groin area, producing an almost instantaneous erection.
 He would tease me by toying with me in my bound condition, and
then stopping, as he said, to drive carefully.  The drive went
quickly with such distraction.   We must have been in the highway
for a while, because we were getting closer to the mountains. 
Ernesto finally we took an exit and began moving through a series
of consecutively smaller, and less traveled roads.

When we stopped at a light, he reached over to me, and lifted my
waist band, to see which underwear I had on.   He congratulated
me in remembering to wear it for him.  I was both happy and
totally turned on.  Unfortunately the light turned green, and he
had to drive again.

Finally, we took a turn from the small road to a gravel road up a
steep mountain.   About 40 yards, right at the top to a hill,
there was a locked gate, which Ernesto had to go open, drive
through, and close behind us.   Then we drove on for another 5 or
10 minutes.  When we finally pulled out to his house, it turned
out to be a chalet out in the base of a huge mountain.  The
chalet looked really nice.  From the driveway you could tell that
it had a good view, and apparently no one for miles and miles
around.  He pressed a remote, and the garage door opened.  He
then drove slowly in the garage, and once in it turned the engine
off and pressed the garage door opener again to close the garage
door.

He opened his car door, stepped out, walked around the car, and
opened my door.  He reached over and unbuckled my seat belt, and
commanded me to come out.

Er ==" follow me"

Ernesto opened the door to the house and had me come in.  We
walked up the stairs, into the main floor, and then one more
flight of stairs to the bedroom level.  Finally we took one more
level to the attic, which was a big open space, save for a metal
column in the middle.  There were some doors to other rooms in
the back, but those were closed.  In the main space there were
some selves on one side, a ping pong table with things on it, and
what seemed to be a small inflated, but empty pool, and a few
other odds and ends here and there.  Once we both stepped in the
attic, Ernesto closed the door behind us, and looked at me.  I
peered back at him with a puzzled look.  Where were the keys to
the cuffs?

Ernesto reached into a shelf and showed me a key, telling me to
come to him.  Once there he ordered me to turn around, and
present him my cuffed arms, which I did.  Quickly, I felt one of
the cuffs pop open and the immediate relief on my arms as they
were finally able to move in a different range of motion.  I was
elated.

Er ==" here you go" Er ==" Do you want to play ping pong?"

I was very happy to be offered.  I had only played once before,
and I had had a lot of fun playing it.  The moment I had seen the
table, I had wondered and wished that I would get a chance to use
it.

me == "yes please”

Ernesto and I played for a while, and soon enough I was beating
him by a lot.  We were having a great time, and I was oblivious
to the time.  The sun rose, and it got hot in the attic, I
started sweating.  Ernesto did not seem to be sweating though. 
The day was going splendidly and I was having more fun that I had
imagined possible that morning.  Then there was a knock at the
door.  Both me and Ernesto put down our ping pong paddles, and I
rested while he went to the door to see who it was.  Another man
came in.  Ernesto introduced him as Lorenzo.   He was heftier
than Ernesto, and had a beard.  He was friendly enough, and soon
we were all playing ping pong together.

Things were going great until Lorenzo decided to make a wager.  I
bet him that we, and by that I meant Ernesto and I could defeat
him at ping pong.

lor=="ok, so what do you wager?" me =="what do you want to
wager?" lor=="what do you have?" me =="nothing" ern=="I know
what, lets wager this, if Lorenzo wins, you have to do what ever
he tells you" me =="ok"

Lorenzo took position in one end of the table, while Ernesto and
I played on the other end.  The game, set to 21 points started. 
It was fun and quite intense.  Ernesto and I jumped to an early
lead, but slowly Lorenzo made up the difference.  I got very hot,
so I pulled my shirt over my head.  My exposed torso had the
effect of distracting Lorenzo; our score started pulling ahead
again.  However once again he caught up and pulled ahead.  Soon
we found ourselves at 18 20, Lorenzo advantage.  I put a wicked
serve, and scored, 19 20.  We could still win this.  Then
Ernesto’s turn to serve came up, and basically gave Lorenzo an
easy spike, giving him the serve, and the chance to score the
last point.  Ernesto and I took positions and ready ourselves. 
Lorenzo used a trick spin serve, and Ernesto missed the ball,
meaning that I had lost the wager.

==================The lost wager: er ==" oohhh so close!!!" me
==" oh noh"

There was some joking around about Ernesto’s ping pong abilities.
 But then I noticed a sudden shift.  Ernesto and Lorenzo looked
at each other, made a slight nod, and Lorenzo turned towards me.

We were all smiles, but now Lorenzo wanted to collect. lor =="
you both lost, so now you have to do what I say" me =="ok", I
said somewhat reluctant.

Lorenzo looked serious all of the sudden, and said,

Lor ==”I want you to take off your shirt, and your pants, and not
wear them again as long as you are with us”

I was somewhat taken aback.  One thing was to be groped by
Ernesto in his car, but this was different.  I was shy

Lor ==” common boy, no one else here but us” Me ==”okey” I said
very reluctantly, after all I did not want to appear to be
backing up from paying a lost bet

I went to a corner, and began disrobing.  First I took off the
shirt, and pulled the soccer shorts down, leaving me with just my
socks, shoes, and underwear on.   I short of hid behind the
corner, shy and embarrassed

Er==”came here Manuel, its ok, no big deal”

I walked from behind the corner, short of covering myself with my
hands, embarrassed.  Ernesto suggested that we needed to eat
something, so he went on downstairs to get something to eat. 
This left Lorenzo and I alone in the attic.  Lorenzo sat in one
of the chairs up against the wall, and motioned me to sit in the
one next to him.  I sat timidly next to him

Lor ==”That was quite a game huh?”  I quietly nodded my head, and
smiled a bit Lor==”hmm, your mom didn’t show you manners I see,
you left your clothes all bunched up behind the corner”, I looked
in the directions were I had disrobed and noticed the pile Me
==”oh?, I didn’t think.”, I paused, then continued, “  Where
should I put them?” Lor ==”here, lets fold them, and put them in
the room over here”

Lorenzo got up, and began to walk towards one of the closed doors
in the back of the attic.  I in the mean I got up, and went to
pick up my clothes.  Then I followed Lorenzo into the now opened
room.  There was a bed there, with a table, where I deposited my
bundle, and began my folding, starting with my shirt.  I looked
up at Lorenzo, who was looking towards the walls with a strange
smile.  I followed his gaze to the wall, to find dozens of pairs
of underwear hanging from the wall.  There were all kinds there.

Me ==” wow, are all those yours?” Lor==”yes, they are now” he had
that strange smile as he looked at me.  I was puzzled by the
answer.  I put my neatly folded shirt down and started folding my
soccer shorts thinking about Lorenzo’s answer. Me ==”so you
collect underwear?” Lorenzo laughed Lor==”yes, you could say that
I do.” Me==”that’s weird” Lor==” Perhaps we could trade? I like
yours” Me ==”oh yeah, what for?”, I was such a smart ass
Lor==”well, which one would you like?”

Lorenzo pointed at his collection with a gesture that basically
said I could choose anyone of them.   I paid closer attention to
the individual items them.   Some were just regular briefs, which
I figured were quite common.  But most were either Speedo’s like
mine, or small stretchy briefs.

Me==”can I touch them?” Lor==”sure, you can try them on if you
want”

I noticed a white Speedo, not too high up, and pointed at it. 
Lorenzo stepped forward grabbed it, and handed it to me.   The
material was nice and smooth.  I put it against my hip to see if
it would fit.  It was about the right width.  I noticed that it
had a tag on it, which read Pedro, 10/1979-c.   I thought about
doing the trade, but I noticed that the Speedo’s had a rip on the
strip between the legs.  I did not want a busted one.  My mom
would be mad if I showed up with such a bad trade.  I handed it
back to Lorenzo, telling it had the rip.  I looked at the wall
again, and a red brief captured my attention.   I grabbed it and
went through the same routine.  This one was labeled Rafael,
8/1977-a, and it too had a rip in the same place as before.  I
replaced it, and began to look at a few more at my eye level.  
They all had a rip in the same spot.

Me==”they are all ripped?” Lor==”yes, sorry, all of the ones in
the wall are, but I got some new ones you can look at”

Lorenzo eyed me, and muttered the number 22, and opened a drawer
labeled with the same number.  He pulled a nice looking white
Speedo, and handed it over to me for my inspection.  This one was
certainly new, and it felt wonderful to the touch.

Me ==” one for one trade?” Lor ==”well, not sure, yours are used,
mine are new.  I should get something else in exchange” Me
==”like what?” darn I thought, he was a shrewd negotiator

Lorenzo stepped closer to me, and kneeled so that we were eye to
eye.

Lor==”Ernesto told me that you let him touch you there”, he
pointed at my crotch, and I blushed Me==”oh… yeah”, I was
embarrassed Lor==”I will trade with you if you give me your blue
ones, AND if you let me touch you when you have the new ones on”

I thought about it for a second, and decided to take the deal.  
I must confess that I liked the fact that Lorenzo wanted to touch
me too.   However, shyness is not easily cured, and I had Lorenzo
step out of the room while I changed.  Nakedness was too much for
me to accept.  It was easy to change.  I pulled my blue Speedos
off, and put on the white ones on.   They were tight, but they
felt so smooth and silky that they slipped on with little
problem, and once I pushed them up, they form fitted me
perfectly.   I went to the nearby mirror to look at myself.  
Wow, I looked like some of the older kids in the pool with these
on, this was a good deal for me.  I smiled and headed for the
door, to pay the price for these.

I stepped back to the main area of the attic, and found Lorenzo
lying down on the beam bag, I went to him.  Lorenzo raised his
arm and reached for my wrist.  He pulled me gently down towards
the floor, where I laid next to him

Lor==”you know this is perfectly ok, right?” I did not want to
sound like I didn’t know, so I replied with a, Me==”uhu!”

Lorenzo put his hand on my belly, and gently rubbed it up and
down.  I was nervous, this was way beyond getting felt up by
Ernesto in the car, however it felt so good.  My heart was
beating very hard, and my breath came uneasy.

Lor==”relax”

Lorenzo then began to move lower towards my nether regions, and I
immediately felt my dick strain against the new tight fitting
underwear.   I had seen that happen to some of the older kids in
the pool too, geez, I thought, I guess I was getting to be an
older kid myself.  Lorenzo felt me up with out coming inside.  He
was taking his sweet time, and frankly I wanted him to get on
with it.

Lor==”would you like to touch me?”

I thought about it, it never occurred to me, and it sounded like
an interesting thing to do, so I raised my hand, and felt
lorenzo’s package.  My god!!! He was hard, and he was huge!!!.

Just then, Ernesto showed up with a tray full of chips and
sandwiches, he looked at us touching each other, and esclaimed,

Er==”oh my, that looks like fun…”


==================The end

The sun must have had risen a while back, and it was already
quite hot in the attic.   I was battered and bruised, and full of
aches.   I was certainly glad to be able to just lay here and
rest, perhaps even fall asleep again.   It would be hard now
though, because it was so hot.  Even though I was only wearing my
new underwear I could feel the sweet drip off me.  I started to
doze off again until I heard someone steps come up the stairs.

The door to the attic opened, and both Lorenzo and Ernesto came
in, looking at me ominously.  Ernesto had a wide leather collar,
which he applied around my neck.  Then he attached a rope to it,
and began to undo the ropes around my feet and wrists.

lor =="stand up"

Ernesto helped me, which was good, because weak, battered, and
stiff as I was I found it hard to move.  He grabbed me from the
collar and directed me down the stairs. There in the kitchen they
offered me a glass of water, which I drank greedily, then another
and another.  I was so dehydrated.   It felt great to feel the
water pool in my stomach.

Lorenzo came in the kitchen carrying my soccer shorts, shirts,
socks, and shoes.  Good, I thought, I would finally get taken
home.  I had it with these two and their mistreatment.   Lorenzo
dropped my clothes in the kitchen floor.  In the mean time
Ernesto had put on kitchen rubber globes, and opened a jar with a
slightly blue greenish gel in it.  He took a dab of it in a
finger and approached me.

Er==”bend over boy”

After last night, I decided it was best to obey with out any lip.
 I bent over exposing my rear end to Ernesto.   He pulled the
strip of cloth between by legs to one side, and dabbed the gel in
the area between my still sore asshole, and my balls.  Then re
replaced the strip back in position, and began putting things
away.

Er==”get dress now boy”

It took me a bit longer than normal to dress, because I was still
stiff, but as I moved about, it got better.  In went the shorts,
then the shocks and the shoes, and finally the shirt, which was
troublesome to put on due to the leather collar with the tether
still attached to it.

Ernesto put on a large back pack that was resting in a chair, and
nodded towards Lorenzo

lor =="we are going for the walk boy, lets go"

I drank one more glass of water, finally making my stomach feel
full.  Lorenzo opened the back door in the kitchen, and stepped
outside, followed by me, in tow (literally), and then Ernesto,
who closed the door afterwards.  Before we got going Lorenzo used
the infernal cuffs to bind my wrists together in front of me.  
Once these were secured we set off towards the woods on the back
of the property.  Things were fine at first, but when the path
turned to sand, rocks and uphill I had to slow down.  Lorenzo
showed me no pity.  He tugged on the rope attached to my collar,
forcing me to lurch forward, and step up.  We were going uphill,
and as we moved up the mountain, the trees became sparser, and
then finally disappeared, leaving us fully exposed to the hot
morning sun.

me =="I am thirsty" lor ==" you will drink when we get there boy"

I had no way of telling how long this path was, or how long it
was taking, because I had all my attention on moving forward with
out tripping. This kept getting harder and harder as the path got
more and more rugged, in some cases requiring a rock scramble, a
hard thing to do when your arms are bound together.   From time
to time I misjudged and stepped on a loose rock, making me
stumble, some of those hurt like hell.

Finally, after an eternity, we got to what seemed like almost the
top of a hill and we stopped.

Lor =="Ernesto, prepare the boy, I will prepare his place"

I was not sure what Lorenzo meant by that, but Ernesto put down
the large backpack, and attached my tether to it.  Then he opened
the pack, and began to take its contents out.  Lorenzo had walked
on and disappeared behind a large set of boulders.  Ernesto in
the mean time took out a bag with a couple of bottles with a
brownish color liquid, a bar with two loops on either side of it,
a number of lengths of ropes etc, and a plastic sheet.

He laid the plastic sheet down, and put the contents of the back
pack in them, keeping the breeze from blowing it away.  Nearby
there was a fire ring made out of rocks, with a tattered pile of
wood nearby.  Ernesto took a number of logs, sprayed some liquid
from a small bottle, and applied the flame of his lighter.   A
flame whooshed to life, and the bone dry wood began to crackle as
the fire started to consume it.  Ernesto turned to me

Er==” shoes and socks off boy”

I sat on a rock with in reach of the tether, and did as he told
me, leaving my socks in the shoes

Er==”off with the shorts and the shirt too”

I stood up, and took off my shirt, though with the tether
attached to the backpack, I had to leave it dangling from the
tether, then the white nylon soccer pants came off, these simply
slide off the smooth Speedos, down to the rocky ground.

er=="lay on the sheet boy "

I did, and was glad to be able to finally rest.  Ernesto rubbed
my sore muscles gently, making the aches pains recede.   He then
took one of the bottles, uncapped it, and poured its contents
over me.   The liquid was thick and brownish, and left a sticky
feel on my skin.   He took good care of making sure that my
genitals received a healthy dose of the liquid, he filled the
pouch of my underwear turning them a darker shade of white.  
Finally Ernesto took the bar with the two loops and attached each
end to my ankles, spreading my legs wide apart.  One thing was
for sure, I was not walking any further like this.

Ernesto had me sit up, and untied my hands, which he then
proceeded to tie securely behind my back.  We then sat there,
obviously waiting for Lorenzo to return, which he soon did.  He
poked from behind the rocks, and joined us.  He picked up my
clothes and shoes, and walked closer to us

Lor==”boy, you are not going to need these anymore”

And spreading his arms, he let my clothes fall on the fire, which
son began to consume them.   I look wildly at Lorenzo, not quite
believing what he had just done.  Those were expensive clothes,
and my mom would be furious that they had been destroyed.  I
lurched towards the fire hoping to retrieve them before the
damage was too extensive, but Lorenzo held me back with his arm.

Then Lorenzo motioned to Ernesto with his head.  Ernesto took the
bandana from around his neck, and wrapped it around my head,
covering my eyes.  I was so tired, bruised and beaten, that I did
not resist any of this.  I was just glad not to be beaten
anymore.  Ernesto reached around me, and lifted me over his
shoulder, much like someone would lift a sack of potatoes.  He
turned and began walking towards “my place”, what ever that
meant.  Now that my head was upside down, the bandana did not
cover my eyes entirely.  I saw our camp, and the campfire
billowing black smoke as it consumed my clothes.  Then I could
only see the rocks in the ground immediately behind Ernesto as we
moved.

Ernesto did not have to walk far.  A few minutes after we
started, I noticed that Ernesto stopped, and began to walk up a
number of steps.  Then he leaned forward, and began to let me
down in front of him feet first.  Lorenzo grabbed me by the
ankles and guided each of my feet to a specific spot, and then I
was forced to stand up.  The spreader bar kept my feet well
apart, and I did not feel particularly stable, especially since I
was still blind folded, and my arms were tied together behind my
back.  I had not been in this new position but a few seconds,
when I felt Ernesto’s hand on my shoulders steadying me.  Then I
felt Lorenzo reach from bellow me between my legs, and jab me
with something.  The jab didn’t hurt much; it was more like a
dull feeling of pain which is not pain, not unlike that of a
dentist after he numbs your gums.  Lorenzo tugged at my nether
regions a couple of times down there.   When he stopped, he
walked briefly through an area were I could see him off the
corner of my eye bellow the bandana, I could see him wiping his
knife of blood, and I heard a dripping noise coming from under
me.

I was about to say something about this, when Lorenzo took a
solid pole and pressed its blunt tip against the spot that he had
just cut me at.  Startled, I jiggled on my spread legs, started
to fall, but Ernesto caught me, and steadied me.   Lorenzo went
at it again with out hesitation, this time finding the exact
spot, and began to push.  My underwear, the last vestige of
clothing that I was still wearing, resisted, but gave way
eventually, and Lorenzo guided the pole to the gash between my
ass hole and my dick.  He pushed, pushed harder, even harder, and
suddenly he penetrated inside me.  I writhed, screamed and moaned
in a mix of surprise and displeasure, but surprisingly no pain. 
None of my screams deterred him from moving upward with the pole.
 I noticed that Lorenzo twisted and angled the pole with purpose;
First to the left, and then higher.  At one point it hurt, and I
screamed again in pain, he backed off, then changed the angle of
entry, and came back at it.  I could feel the pipe slide into me
to unbelievable depths.  Ernesto had me lean forward at one
point, as Lorenzo kept pushing the pole into me.  That was, until
I could suddenly feel the end of the pole poke against the inside
of my belly, raising a bump slightly left of center.  The bump
moved about my abdomen as Lorenzo moved the pole.

Er="stop, you are there”

Ernesto now made me stand up straight slowly, until I was fully
upright.  Then I felt Lorenzo push the pole sticking into me even
closer to vertical, moving the end away from my front of my
belly.  Then I felt a couple of concussions and vibrations in the
metal pole, and I could feel that the bottom end of it was no
longer swinging free.  At that point Ernesto removed the bandana
that was covering my eyes.  It took me a few seconds to adapt to
the light, but when I finally got used to the bright day it
allowed me to see my situation.  Looking bellow me I saw that
Lorenzo had connected the bottom of the pole to a thicker pipe
that was solidly embedded in the ground under me.  I could see
the smooth metal pole stick straight up to meet me, perfectly
vertical.  I saw a small trickle of blood running down to the
ground, which concerned me.

Further inspection showed me that my feet were on two pedestals
about 5 or so above the ground, and 3 feet apart.   I saw Lorenzo
with some kind of clamp nestled in his arm pit coming towards me.
 He used a tape to measure the length of my legs, just shy of 2
1/2 feet, and then marked a spot on the pole based on this
measurement.  There he securely applied the clamp to the spot.

As these preparations were being done, I looked further around
me, and with horror, I noticed three other pedestals just like
the one I was standing on.  In one of them, there were the
remains of another boy, half decomposed, and like me, still
wearing only a pair of underwear.   A metal pole ran through the
middle of his corpse.  The realization of what was about to
happen, made my heart beat hard and fast.  These guys were going
to impale me, and kill me!

In desperation, I tried to break the bonds holding my wrists
together, but it was no use.   Lorenzo noticed my sudden lively
struggle, and concluded that I had realized what was about to
happen; he smiled.  In the mean time Ernesto, who had gone back
to the camp were the backpack was, brought back the bottles, and
placed them on the ground not too far from me.  Their next step
was now sadly predictable.  Just as if they had rehearsed it a
million times before, they each approached me simultaneously,
Ernesto from the front, and Lorenzo from behind on the steps. 
Ernesto who was in front and under me placed his hands under my
hips, and Lorenzo came from behind and placed his hands around my
shoulders.   Then Ernesto pushed my feet off the narrow pedestals
while he held me up.

Er=”you ready Lorenzo?” Lor=”yes, go ahead.”

Then Ernesto allowed me to begin sliding down the pipe.

me ==" ha"

I soon felt the pressure of the top of the tube come up to the
top of my gut. I experienced a sharp point of pain in my innards,
as if someone had punched me hard.   I writhed, my spreader bar
clanking against the pole.  Then the pain eased and almost
disappeared.

me ==" ha"

I writhed trying to keep this from happening, but it was too
late, I should have known.  I continued to slide, or rather be
allowed to slide.   I felt another deep discomfort emanating from
my stomach.  Something was pressing hard inside of me.  I stopped
sliding.    The pain started to subside some.

Lorenzo forced me to stay upright, not letting me crunch forward,
or lean back.  I was almost amazed at how quiet and unresisting I
was while this was being done, but I dared not scream or resist.
I was breathing furiously, and my heart was beating furiously.  I
tried to crunch and twist, and suddenly I began to slide again.
It was then that I felt the top of the pole come up from inside
my throat, slowly pushing its way up.  Lorenzo then moved his
hands to either side of my head, keeping it in a particular spot.
  My butt had come down the pole and met the clamp that Lorenzo
had put a ways up in the pole.  It took more and more of my
weight, finally arresting my slide. The advance of the pole’s tip
slowed down, though it still slid up further inside my throat,
and with out breaking the skin it nestled against my jaw, cocking
my head slightly to the right.

I guess I had expected to be dead at this point, so I was amazed
to still be alive.  It certainly was hard to breathe though,
since the pipe in my throat was pressing all around, and the
collar around my neck was even tighter now.   My heart was racing
at a million beats a minute.  With a faint rasp, I was able to
breath, very shallow at first, then as the seconds turned into
minutes, more deeply and relaxed.

I started taking stock of my situation.  I could turn my head a
bit side to side, but very little up and down.  My feet were
suspended in the air, still spread apart by the spreader bar, and
my arms were still bound behind my now very straight back.  My
neck hurt some, but considering the situation, I was in
surprisingly little pain.

I had not finished figuring out my new situation, when I felt
someone touch one of my legs, and soon I figured that the straps
to the spreader bar holding my ankles apart were being loosened.
Suddenly, my legs were no longer bound, but allowed to hang
straight down.  I had hoped that I would be able to touch the
ground with my feet, but in this count I was disappointed. 
Ernesto appeared in my field of view, he was admiring the
progress of my torture I guessed.   He had his boy impaled, and
suspended, at his mercy for sure.  And though they had their way
with me for 2 days, I guess it was not enough, because even now,
Ernesto reached to me, and began groping my crotch, which to my
surprise, but not his, responded in quick fashion with yet
another hard on.

Ernesto and Lorenzo both stood in front of me, and smiled at each
other when they saw my member respond to their advance.

Er=”well, well, well, the boy has some left in him after all,
lets play then”

Ernesto reached to either side of my hips, and pulled on the
waistband of my underwear driving it down to around my knees.   I
hang limp from the pole. Lorenzo unzipped his pants, and allowed
his engorge cock to pop out.  He walked behind me, and began to
rape me again.  I could feel his thrusts into my anus, slightly
swaying the impaling pole that I was suspended from.  As had
happened before, Lorenzo got into a steady rhythm, which began to
quicken after a while, until he reached a crescendo, and he made
a sound of pleasure, as he came in my ass.   Ernesto then
followed suit with gusto, thrusting wildly in and out of me,
making me sway side to side, making my neck hurt again.  I
started to whimper with his thrusts, which like Lorenzo’s grew
quicker, until he too came.

My dick had gone flaccid now, but thanks to the ample prostate
stimulation I had just undergone, sticky gooey precum dripped
slowly from the tip of my dick.  Seeing this, Ernesto kneeled in
front of me, took my dick in his mouth and began to blow me.  It
did not take long before I felt an orgasm begin to build, Ernesto
continued, and I could feel my pulse quicken.  Then I came, in a
convulsion of pleasure and pain, as my involuntary hip thrust run
into the metal rod through me.  The mixture of pain and pleasure
continued for a few seconds as the orgasm climaxed, and then
subsided.

I was breathing hard, and sweating.   Then anger flared in me,
and tried to kick Ernesto who was only a foot from me.   However,
my underwear was threaded to the pole, and my attempt at a kick
to his face, was thwarted, keeping my leg short of its intended
destination.  Ernesto stood up somewhat startled at first, then
he smiled and reached for my underwear from the side which was
now around my ankles and brought it back up to my hips.  Then,
after playing a bit more with my dick, proceeded to place it in
the underwear, leaving it contained again.

Lorenzo took two lengths of rope and tied a loop around reach of
my ankles; my attempt at stopping him, unsuccessful.  Then he
pulled from the rope attached to my left leg, pulling up my foot.
 He passed the rope over the binds around my wrists, and then
pulled the rope attached to the other leg, pulling that foot up
as well.    He pulled them both even harder, and then tied a
knot.   This left my legs bent backwards, with my upper legs
pointing straight down, and my arms pulled hard down, forcing my
chest out some, and greatly limiting any mobility that I might
have had before.

You would think that all this maltreatment would have been enough
for them, but you would be wrong.  Lorenzo had taken his belt
off, and began to beat me with it.  I was powerless to do
anything about it, but just take it, emitting a yelp of pain from
time to time, when his belt landed a particularly vicious blow. 
He did not go easy on me either.  He had broken into a sweat, and
had a wild look about him.  Finally after an eternity he stopped.
  I felt as if my body was on fire from all the hits I had taken.

Finally, perhaps they were done, but again, I was proven wrong. 
Ernesto at this point took one of the two bottles he had brought
with him, and uncapped it.  Then he raised it with both hands,
and started pouring its contents over me.  The goopy brownish
liquid flowed down.  Lorenzo took a rag, and began to spread it
all around my body.  It actually felt soothing.   I was
exhausted, and fell asleep. . . .

I woke up with a start, and took me an attempt at movement to
suddenly realize where I was, and what my predicament was.  I
could not be sure of how long I had been asleep, but I could see
Lorenzo and Ernesto seating close to me, leaning against a rock,
looking at me.  They were having lunch, and drinking merrily.  
Watching them drink, I suddenly realized how thirsty I was
myself.

me =="give me water"

They looked at each other with a disingenuous smile.  It soon
became clear that I was not getting any water.

me =="water please"

They ignored me.   I looked around me, as much as I could. 
Nothing much had changed.  The sun was now beating down on me,
making me very hot, and irritating the welts from the previous
beatings.   I then also realized that I had to pee pretty bad.

me =="I got to pee"

They still ignored me.  They continued to eat and enjoy the sight
of my impalement.  I faded again into the welcoming oblivion of
sleep.

I began to wake up again, and heard them talking, I opened my
eyes just a bit, so that I could see then and hear them with out
them knowing that i could hear them.

er =="what do you think we should do next?" lo =="not sure, we
should let the vermin have him, unless you want some more fun" er
=="hmm, that sounds tempting, perhaps I might tomorrow, in any
case, we need to put another coat of chum on him" lo =="we should
definitely do the mirror too" er =="yes, I love that"

Ernesto stood up, and walked towards me.  In the way to me he
picked up the half empty bottle, uncapped it, and as he reached
me, began once again to pour its contents all over me.

me =="I got to pee" er =="then do it boy, and quit bothering me"
me =="but"

Ernesto slapped me across the face, hard.  He had enough of me

Lorenzo in the mean time had now also gotten up, and headed
towards a small cave in the cliff, a wide crack really.  He
pulled out a rectangular mirror, and walked with it towards me. 
Then he leaned it against the same nearby rock where just minutes
earlier they had been having lunch.  He made gestures to Ernesto,
who was behind me, and out of my field of vision.  Lorenzo
adjusted the mirror's position a few times, until it appeared to
be set.   Looking into it, I was only able to see my knees and
the pole that was holding me up.

Ernesto and Lorenzo started collecting all the odds and ends that
were strung around the area.  Ernesto took the last of the
content of the bottle, and poured it all over me again. Then when
all was done, both stood in front of me.

lor =="ok kid, it has been nice playing with you, but we have to
go now, it was nice to meet you" er  =="yes, real nice" lor
=="oh, yes, there is one more thing we need"

Lorenzo reached for the clamp that was holding me up in the pole,
and with a quick motion he unclamped it, releasing from the pole.

lor =="welcome to the rest of your life kid"

Very slowly I began to slide further down the pole, and the
pressure on my jaw grew stronger, until suddenly, I felt the top
of the tube pop through the floor of my mouth, while I emitted a
guttural arrgh sound of pain.   A spurt of blood filled my mouth,
and I had to swallow it.  I struggled against the ligatures that
held my legs and arms, but to no avail.  As I slid further, the
pole pushed my head way back, and finally pushed beyond my teeth,
cocking my head hard to the right too.  I writhed in pain as I
descended further.  A minute later I felt the ground rise to meet
my knees, and my descent down the pipe was complete.

Once in the bottom, I had to catch my breath, blood continued to
flow from the spot where the pipe had erupted through, and I had
to swallow again and again.  The pain was searing, and I screamed
a few times.  After a few minutes, I finally settled, and slowed
by breathing.  My jaw was killing me, because it was opened so
wide, but gradually that subsided some.

Only then did I notice that Ernesto and Lorenzo were standing
over me.

er =="ok brat, you said you were thirsty?  Here is your last
chance at a drink"

With that, he opened his zipper, pulled his dick, and began to
pee on my mouth, which was forced open by the pole sticking
through it.  The sad thing was that I was so thirsty, that I
swallowed it gladly, while trying not to gag on the salty sour
taste.    Ernesto then joined in the fun, and hosed me down. 
Once that was done, they simply took the back pack, and began to
walk away

me =="don’t leave" me =="please...", I began to cry . . me
=="please ..."  It was no use.  The two men turned the corner,
and disappeared.  I wept, full of fear and terror.   The pain was
very bad, not only on my mouth, where at least the bleeding had
slowed, but on all my joints, which had been held on a very hard
position for a very long time.  Eventually, I shimmered down, and
stopped crying.

I began to look around me, or as much around as the pipe through
the mouth would let me.  It was then that I noticed the mirror
almost right in front of me.  The same mirror that had revealed
nothing when I was almost 4 feet higher up the pipe, now revealed
to me the state I was in.  I could see this was one last form of
torture from Ernesto and Lorenzo.   My mouth looked a mess, with
trickles of blood flowing from it.   My skin was covered in the
goopy liquid they kept pouring over me, my chest and belly were
full of welts, and adding insult to injury I had to pee and shit
real bad.

I had no choice in this matter.  I eventually relaxed and let my
bladder go.  I could see in my reflection a dark spot form in my
underwear and spread, eventually a trickle of water flowed on the
inside of my leg and to the ground beneath me.  At least that
irritation was done with though I still had to take a dump.

I kept hoping that I would find a way to get out of this
predicament.  I tested the ropes binding my arms and legs
together, but they were very secure and it was to no avail.  What
now?  What happens now?

I should not have asked a question I did not want answered.  One
of the things that happened shortly after is that flies began to
pester me, and there was hardly anything that I could do about
them.  The ones that got in my mouth, I swatted with my tong, but
the rest of my body was exposed.  The worst were the regular
flies, because they would crawl over me with impunity.

As time wore on, my mouth, which I could not close, began to both
dry up and drip.  I was unable to shallow, because I could not
make a seal with my lips, so saliva would pool, and drip out. 
However, my tong would be so dry that it stuck to the sides of my
mouth.  In the mean time the sun kept pouring it on, and as best
I could tell, it would be many more hours before it would set.  I
was so tired that I closed my eyes, and fell asleep.

I woke up some time latter, with a start and a cough, when I
noticed that something had crawled down my throat, forcing a gag
reflex.  I coughed again painfully, and soon noticed that there
were tons of flies all over me, around my eyes, on my nostrils,
and in my mouth.  The cough and movement dispersed them, but
these insects seemed to know how vulnerable I was.  They were
back on me almost right away.  every time I wanted to sleep, I
would wake up to their invasion of nostrils, eyes, ears, and
throat almost immediately.

The afternoon became an endless fight with the flies, sleep and
pain.  A nightmare that did not seemed to have an end.  It was
only when the sun began to set, that I was finally freed from the
vermin.   I could perhaps, I thought, get a good sleep.  My mouth
was parched, and I was desperately thirsty, but sleep beacon more
than anything.  I closed my eyes, and I was out.

I woke up later, probably a good while later, to find that the
sun had set, and I was alone in the dark with only some light
from the nearly setting quarter moon.  It was cold.  What had
woken me?  I had not noticed at first, but a fox, not much larger
that 6 inches was by my side licking me.   I hollered at him, and
he scrammed.  I began to fall asleep again, but I noticed that he
returned, this time from behind, and started liking my feet.  I
screamed at him, and each time he backed off, though I noticed he
did not move as far away each time.   He soon figured out how
helpless I was.

He circled back again, and began to lick again.   I was too tired
to do anything about it.   He began on the right leg, and moved
up to my side, then my back, and my feet again.  At one point he
took a nibble on one of the toes, and I screamed and squirmed
some, scaring him away, for good this time.  He did not come back
that night.  Sleep took me again.

I woke up again, and noticed that the sun was getting ready to
come out.  I was very cold, and shivering out of control.  When
the sunrays finally broke through the cliff and struck me, they
felt great at first.  The warmth was welcomed and needed. 
However now, thirst had become a great torment.  I needed water
desperately.  My mouth felt totally dry, not even moist.  My tong
felt like a brick in my mouth.  Being morning, I had to pee, but
when I allowed myself to go, I inadvertently allowed myself to
take a dump in my Speedos, while only a small trickle of pee
flowed.  Then the flies started showing up again.  Attracted by
the fresh scent of shit they came by the hundreds, if not
thousands.

This time it was much worst that the previous day.  The flies
kept getting in my ears, and my eyes, and kept attacking the
mouth.  I finally had to capitulate and just rest the tong, and
let them have free reign over my mouth.  I was in pain
everywhere, but more than that, just tired, and above all else
just desperately thirsty.  Never the less I kept trying to hold
on in case I figured a way to get out of this.  However out of
the corner of my eye, I could see the mostly skeletal remains of
the other boy.  I began to wonder what his story had been.   How
long did it take him to finally die?  How long would it take me?

The boy had seemed to be about my size and I assumed, my age. 
Some of his skin was still there, but you could tell there was no
flesh left in him.  His arms and legs had been bound just like
mine were, and he, like me had been allowed to keep his underwear
on.  I also noticed that there was a collar around his neck, just
as there was one around mine.   The similarities were scary. 
Suddenly I felt my heart racing, and my breathing quickened.  I
needed to keep my head, and not think about the boy.

I almost felt sick to my stomach, though I had not really eaten
anything for a day.  Oh what I would not give for a good drink of
water right now??

I came to again, not even aware that I had dozed off.  I could
not open one of my eyes, I thought because of mucus drying on the
eye lid.  I tried hard a few times, and finally it went open.  My
skin felt on fire, being sunburned by the relentless sunlight on
me.

It was afternoon now, and I knew that I would not last much
longer unless something changed.  The flies now moved about me
with total impunity, and I was now too weak to fend them off all
together.  Then, if anyone could believe this, things got worse.

I could see the flies move about me, so many of them that they
made a collective buzzing sound, but then suddenly, I started to
feel something else crawl over me, when I looked at the mirror, I
realized that I had a few ants crawling over me.  This did not
make things worst right away, but it was the beginning.   As time
wore on more and more ants came, and unlike the flies, ants
stayed on me.  I could feel them crawling around my ass crack,
and inside my underwear, and over my chest, and my face.

It was about 2 hours later, hard to tell, when things got truly
bad.  The dam things began to attack with a vengeance.  My ass
was on fire, and there was nothing much I could do about it, but
the worst was my dick.  The infernal things had found their way
to my underwear pouch and they were feasting on my testicles and
dick.   It felt like they were on fire.   I writhed some, and it
helped for about a few minutes, but I was so exhausted that soon,
I just relaxed, allowed myself to go limp and just bear the
process.

I might have been able to take the pain and the suffering, but I
grew alarmed when I suddenly saw a red spot develop in my
underwear.  Any urine that remained from the last time I peed had
long ago dried, so this was a new source.  It was blood.   The
fuckers were already eating me, eating me alive.  And to make
matters worse, the level of ant activity only kept increasing.

I came back to, half delirious, only to find out that I was
almost literally covered in ants.  They were biting me all over,
they were in my mouth, my eyes, my ears, and I suspected had
found their way inside my intestines. It felt like 10000 knifes
cutting into me.

Then out of the blue, Ernesto and Lorenzo showed up.  My mind
raced.  Had they come to release me?  Was my trial over?  It
appears to take an eternity until they finally came back up to
me.

me ==" help"

They looked at each other and laugh.

lor=="no boy, we are here to admire your suffering, which you
seem to be doing very well" me =="please!, ill do anything you
ask me to" lor=="but you are doing what we want you to do boy,
you are dying a horrible death"

They both sat on the nearby rock, and opened up their backpack,
where they extracted some sandwiches and two bottles of water.

me=="water?", their grin said no me==”water please…please!!!!”

er=”no”

Lorenzo got up, and walked around me and commented to Ernesto

Lor=”the ants have him pretty good now” Er=” yeah, those things
are great, he wont last much longer, though better than the last
boy” me=="long long did that boy last? What was his name?"
er=="hmm, that was Francisco.  We had a lot of fun with him.  We
took care of him last week.  He lasted about 3, perhaps 4 days on
the pole” I passed out.

I came back to again, not being sure if Ernesto and Lorenzo’s
appearance had been a dream or real.  Either way they were gone
now.  My eyes and mouth were on fire, I could feel the infernal
creatures continue their mission.  I writhed on agony, though I
was so weak, it was not much of anything.   The only thing I
could concentrate on was my image on the mirror, showing me the
horror I was living through.   My underwear was now covered in
blood, and dripping.   Blood was also coming out of my nostrils,
and in a number of spots you could see red welts were the ants
were literally mining my flesh away.

In the middle of all this agony, I noticed that Francisco’s body
had been removed from the pedestal, his corpse now a pile of
bones on the bottom of a pedestal, the collar gone, and so was
the underwear.   I thought back to the wall in Ernesto’s room,
with all those pair of underwear on the walls, with all those
rips in the bottom, those were their trophies.   I or rather the
underwear I was wearing would be up on that wall in a couple of
days.  My heart started racing again, and the darn ants took my
attention again.

Finally sunset was approaching.  Perhaps the ants would let up
then, or so I hoped.  As it turned out, it did not matter.  The
fox that had visited me earlier came back, this time with its
mom.  I eyed them as she survey the situation, then she made her
move.  She approached cautiously to within 2 feet, and smelled
me.  I tried yelling, but my dry mouth could not form much more
than a flat "haaa" sound, which concerned her for about 5
seconds, but that was it.

She was interested in the blood soaked underwear.  She approached
timidly, licked it, and moved back.  Other than looking at her,
there was nothing I could do, so I just watched and see what fate
she would deliver to me.  She approached again, and licked the
underwear again.  She did not retreat this time.  She approached
me again, and sniffed with her snout under me, between my legs,
and around the area, then she reached with her paw, and pushed
down the spandex, that had until now covered what was left of my
genitals.   As luck would have it, the fox managed to have both
dick and gonads pop over the waistband, and dangled right in
front of her.   I tried to yell again, but again nothing but an
ineffectual flat HAAAaaaa sound came up.  With great pain, I
opened my legs apart, and slid a few inches more down the pole,
with the hope of forcing my ant infested genitals to come back
inside the Speedos.  However the fox, which had pulled back for
an instant came back for its tasty morsel.  She poked her nose in
my underwear, and with out hesitation.  She lurched forward, and
bit down on my dick and testicles.   I tried to scream in pain,
but my vocal chords were gone.   The fox tugged repeatedly at
them, until she tore them from me, and a fair amount of blood
loss began.  This was the end, I knew it.

However, before blood loss took me, I got to see the fox take my
genitals to the kit a few yards away and share the morsel.  She
quickly returned for more, turned around me, and inspected me
like a butcher inspects a cut of meat.  The fox approached me,
leaned on me, reached on my jaw locked mouth and began tugging at
my tong. I looked at the sun one last time, and passed out for
the last time.