Tijuana Orphanage

   Chapter Three

   Let go, let lose in boy paradise!



   Mike did find out the boy's name, Christian.  An odd name for a Mexican,
however, the language barrier prevented him from seeking more information.
It was quite obvious the kid had more caucasian in his genes, perhaps even
Slavic, with his pronounced handsome facial features.  His hair was light
brown as were his armpits, and, from what Mike saw when the boy hoisted up
his thong, he was able to confirm the kid had a small cock and balls.  As
soon as they were done, Christian skedaddled back to his post at the bar.

   * * *

   Dinner consisted of fresh lobster and steak done to perfection by
Philippe and his two young assistants.  Mike had to admit to Jerry that,
although the motel was a dive, the food was every bit as perfect as a
five-star hotel.  The cost was $60 a plate for the adults and twenty for
the kids who enjoyed burgers and fries with the same assortment of salads
the men enjoyed.  Between Mike and Jerry's brood, the room tab was adding
up but he didn't care.  He was having the time of his life and if he maxed
out every credit card in his possession, then so be it!

   Nightfall arrived quickly.  The stage lights came on and two nude teen
indian boys of about twelve that Mike recognized as the dog suckers from
the night before, each held a crying infant over his shoulder patting their
naked bums, the tiny organs between their legs identified gender.  Mike
cringed and said to no one in particular, "Oh my fuck...  don't tell me!"

   The two boys lowered their respective babies to crotch level and put
their hard cocks to the babies mouths.  The infants stopped crying content
at having something to suckle on.  The boys slowly face fucked the babies
exaggerating their bliss, thankfully being careful not to choke them.

   The same MC blared over the PA system.  "Put your hands together, Senor
dudes!  Let's encourage Federico and Franco to feed their hungry twin baby
brothers!...  If any of you horny men want to help nourish these starved
young ones...  today's special of $30 and the bragging rights that you had
a BJ from a kid under a year old; Frederico and Franco will not only hold
their wee brothers at your cock.  but help you get off in their sucking
mouths with a handjob!...  Hurry, gentlemen, before the kids start
teething!" the voice laughed.

   Jerry turned to Mike and said, "Lets give it a go, buddy?  Never been
sucked off by anything under five!" he chuckled, but what scared Mike was
that he knew Jerry was serious.

   "Are you fucking nuts?" Mike asked, not believing his ears.

   "Look, buddy." Jerry said seriously, "You came here for something new to
experience and let your hair down for once in your life.  You'll leave here
Monday and go back to your mundane life in Butt-Fuck City, Canada!  At
least you'll be able to say you lived a dream for an entire weekend in
Mexico."

   "But we already have kids we rented?"

   "Yes, and they're for later use." he grabbed Mike's hand and literally
dragged him onto the stage.  The crowd cheered.

   The two indian boys smiled, the rest was history.  Mike became semi-hard
in the baby's mouth with the help of the boy fondling him but there was no
way in hell he was going to come anytime soon after just having the
bartender kid.  Mike was pleased to see other men lining up waiting their
turn and happily ceded his place to another, more eager man drooling from
his cock.

   Mike wasn't sure how he felt afterward.  No --he knew exactly how he
felt afterward-- ashamed.  Guys high-fived him as he walked back to his
table to watch Jerry's knob stretch the tiny ruby lips.  The baby became
alert as if he was hungrily nursing a mother's breast when Jerry came.

   The next performers, also naked, performed an ancient religious ceremony
of the Yaqui Indians normally associated with the celebrations of Easter in
which the dancer wears a headdress depicting a deer's head.  Known as the
famous Deer Dance, the young Yaqui warriors skillfully perform fluid and
intimate ballet movements depicting the gracefulness of deer and both were
beautiful and poignant in their expression of freedom.  With elegant jumps,
turns of the head, and proud body movement, the life of the deer is
recounted; traveling through the forest, jumping into the air, grazing in
the meadows and, meeting the predator.

   The deer soon sense danger as the coyotes draw near and the dancer's
movements and rhythm suddenly change as does the harmonic music to a more
dramatic scale.  The instruments used are stringed, drums and a five-tone
reed flute.  The course of this performance is traditionally accompanied by
a metaphoric narration chanted by an old man of the tribe.

   Four more naked boys masked as coyotes entered the scene surrounding
their prey.  The skittish deer dance a dramatic ballet seeking exit as do
the coyotes moving in for the kill.

   Mike was mesmerized by the remarkable performance of the troupe of
beautiful Yaqui Indian boys aged ten to 16.  They were not for sale after
the show, much to everyone's disappointment.  However, it was a nice
deviation from the devious norm.  It was hard to believe Philippe had an
appreciation for the local customs, later bragging to all that he had paid
a handsome price for the performance to be danced in the nude.

   That show seemed to have soothed the savage beasts.  Men sat in groups
talking about business and politics.  For a while, other than most of them
being naked, Mike could mentally picture them idly sitting around in a pub
after a hard day at the office.  The kids swam and played together,
undisturbed.  An aura of normality and morality filled the air for a while;
Nonetheless, reality set in soon after.

   Two Mayan boys aged 14 dressed in proper school uniforms, short pants,
knee socks and white shirt and purple tie escorted a skittish nine year old
boy wearing similar school attire onto the stage and began to undress him.
Mike wondered if the feisty kid was acting or was really trying to fight
off his abusers who held him down forcibly removing his clothes.

   Mike need not have wondered any longer when Jerry leaned over and said,
"Another kid whose parents are little wealthier today than yesterday." he
winked.

   However Mike was already beginning to see the truth.  The young boy's
tears and fear were anything but theatrics.  Shoes, socks and shirt were
quickly removed and the tie used to gag the boy.  The aggressors then
forced him onto his back spread-eagle and pulled off the shorts and
underpants.  They began groping and sucking as they undressed themselves.

   They soon hoisted the boy over a beach-ball.  One of the rapists took a
Trojan condom from his pocket, peeled it open with his teeth and rolled it
over his hand, wrist and forearm.  The other teen produced a tube of
lubricant and greased his buddy and the anus of the squirming boy whose
legs were secured under the fister's squatting weight while his accomplice
held the upper body slumped over the ball.  The music suddenly rose several
decibels to drown out the screams coming from the stage.

   Mike couldn't bare to watch the twisted show being performed and turned
away only to see the bartender on his knees blowing the barstool-perched
auto-parts magnate who seemed no more interested in the perverse stage show
than Mike was.

   The man's own rented cute boy, 11, knelt watching Christian make love to
the average-size cock and full plump balls.  It became clear that Christian
was demonstrating the fine art of sucking man-cock.  Soon Christian changed
places and watched the kid taking his lesson into his mouth, his teacher
correcting flaws until after several attempts, the boy took the cock in his
throat.  Christian constantly reminded his seemingly absent-minded pupil of
the importance of ball play with his idle hands, as well as lickng and
sucking the orbs whenever a breath was needed never straying from giving
pleasure to a man.  Mike wished that he could spend a whole night in
private with Christian.  His cock was rock-hard at the thought.

   His fantasy was disturbed by the loud excited seductive voice of the
emcee.  "Gentlemen...  forty bucks will get your arm up Enzo...  or be the
first to take the little cherub's cherry for sixty!"

   Mike wondered how the kid could possibly be a considered a virgin after
a fisting elbow deep.  The boy would probably welcome a cock right about
then.  Enzo suddenly stopped fighting.  The poor kid had passed out from
the pain.  Two men walked on stage stroking their cocks, the teens rolled a
condom over an arm and another over a very impressive sized cock, the owner
of which taking first liberty knelt behind the lethargic boy who was once
again lucid.  The fight had now gone out of him as he was being held in
place to prevent him from rolling over as thrust after thrust plummeted the
well stretched rectum.  There was no doubt that the man had cum because,
when he pulled out and stood, a long string of semen dangled from the
massive head.  He took a bow to the cheering audience.

   Although Mike enjoyed the fuck scene, he couldn't bare to watch the
sadistic fisting which followed.  Instead, he set his sights on two boys of
around 13 who were sandwich fucking one of the girls, 9 or ten, in tandem
on the ground.  Another lad trying to force his cock into her mouth was
pinching her nostrils until she finally opened and accepted the hot cock
into her third orifice.  Men, who had surely orchestrated the joint effort
of the live kiddie-porn, stood around watching; a boy on his knees in front
of each orally servicing them.

   A busboy had been relieved of his thong at some point as he cleared
tables in the nude.  Mike was surprised to see the kid's three-inches
dangle with a circumcised knob, a spatter of short red pubes sprouted
making their debut above his cock.  The boy was different than the others.
A mop of red curly hair, pale skinned, not a hint of cross breeding, he
looked like any boy back home.  Mike also detected a sadness about him.

   Jerry struck up a conversation with Damian while he groped him; the kid
smiled well used to it yet the smile was definitely a facade, Mike had a
gut feeling the boy didn't belong in the surrounding environment.  He spoke
perfect English, with just a hint of a southern drawl.

   All he could think of to engage the kid, he asked, "How much?"

   The boy looked shyly at his feet and replied, "Thirty for a blowjob,
fifty to fuck me."

   Mike hadn't a clue why he asked, "How much for the night?"

   "A hundred-fifty...  and you can do anything you want to me." The lack
of the enthusiasm with which the other whore-staff sold themselves for
Phillipe's gain was obvious.  Damian didn't belong there.

   He cleaned empty bottles and glasses off their table and moved on.  Mike
finger motioned Jerry to lean over and said, "Something about that kid
isn't right.  He doesn't fit in here."

   Jerry laughed in Mike's face, "Haven't you ever heard of the black
market in human trafficking?  The kid probably ran away from home in
Buttfuck, USA, --went to the nearest city and got himself picked up by a
good samaritan trader of the flesh.  Next thing the kid knows, he or she is
shipped off in a container to whatever third-world country has a tourist
market for under-age prostitution."

   Mike had heard such stories but never gave them much thought until just
then.  "You mean Damian may have been abducted from the states and ended up
down here...  with Philippe?" he asked, not believing his own rational
logic.

   Jerry smiled coyly, "Now you're getting the picture, my friend.  True
Caucasians are a hot commodity around the world.  Men will gladly pay
dearly for one over an Asian boy anytime.  Girls are different.  Men will
fuck them regardless...  but the boy-lovers want white chicken...  the
forbidden fruit they see everyday and fantasize about in their beds
whacking off!  It's a shame we have to go abroad to get what's in our own
backyard...  it's a safety thing, you know, the fear of getting caught with
the kid next door."

   Mike thought back to that very morning.  He remembered how afraid he was
when the policeman walked out on the terrace.  He saw his life flash before
his eyes thinking he was done for...  a Mexican prison without trial.  How
he counted his blessings when he realized the cop was dressing and a naked
boy was beside him.

   Mike was anything but pleased with Jerry's callous attitude regarding
human trafficking.  What the Mexicans did with their own youth was one
thing...  a depraved society with honed survival instincts covering the
gamut that allowed their children to go with strange men for purposes that
had to be obvious, --including the many homeless kids willing to sacrifice
their bodies for food and a roof over their heads.

   Just at that moment Philippe happened to be walking by.  Suddenly Mike
grabbed the man's wrist getting his attention who, somewhat startled, bent
down to hear his patron over the noise.  Mike said, "I want Damian for the
night!"

   The gross man looked at Mike, laughed and said, "His dance card is full
tonight, Senor.  Maybe tomorrow night?"

   Mike, however, wasn't taking no for an answer, "I'll give you
three-hundred!" he said before thinking.

   The fat man turned and looked at him, "How can I possibly disappoint my
customers that have booked first dibs over the night?"

   Mike thought about the possibility of Damian getting bounced around from
room to room to be used by many men throughout the night.  He gambled,
adding up Phillipe's possible haul in profits.  He grabbed the man's arm
again as he moved to walk away thinking the conversation over.  Mike forced
the huge man down to his face level and said, "Five-hundred...  from this
moment until breakfast tomorrow!"

   The Mexican pimp did his own math in his head, Smiled, and said, "You
drive a hard bargain, Senor.' Skeptical, he asked, "May I ask what your
interest in the boy is?"

   Mike went with the first thing that crossed his mind to appease
Philippe, "I just fucking love carrot tops!" he lied.

   The flesh seller, thinking the man would back off if he set a high
price, casually said, "Six-hundred...  he is yours!"

   "Five-fifty!" countered Mike.

   Philippe stared him down until finally a smile broke the stone face, he
said, "Deal, Senor.  However I need the boy to clear tables until closing
time."

   Mike again challenged Philippe and said sharply, "NOW, Senor...  or the
deal is off!"

   When Philippe whistled, all the boy staff turned to look at their
master. He singled out Damian and motioned him over.  He bent down and
whispered something in the boy's ear that was immediately acknowledged, "Si
Senor, Philippe." a slight smile showed on his face when he looked at Mike.

   Philippe turned to walk away when Mike hollered, "One more thing,
Philippe."

   The man turned, now pissed because he felt Mike was not showing him the
respect he thought he was due, rolled his eyes and asked angrily, "What
now, Senor?"

   "Do you have a vacancy that I may rent for the night?" Mike knew that he
was pushing the limits of this man whom he loathed.

   Philippe stared briefly knowing that he'd had enough of Mike but cracked
a smile and said, "Just so happens I had a cancellation this evening,
Senor. --Mind you, it is the bridal suite...  three-hundred a night?"

   "I'll take it!" Mike said without thinking.  A bridal suite in this
dump?

   Philippe laughed, turned to Damian and said, "Go get the key to room
twenty-one from the rack." Turning back to Mike, he said, "I trust your
credit is good, Senor." He nodded his head and walked away.

   Mike wasn't even sure that his credit card used after this week's
business trip would be honored.  He often maxed it out on the road as an IT
consultant.  Fortunately, the company he contracted with reimbursed his
expenses promptly.  Mike, however, didn't care.  He was planning on leaving
well before Philippe rang in the final bill.

   Jerry, who had been listening to the conversations, leaned into his
friend and bluntly asked, "What the fuck are you doing?  You have a room
full of boys,,,,"

   "I'm saving one boy's life, Jerry!" He cut his friend short, staring him
in the eye, never more serious in his life.  "Damian doesn't belong here...
he has a home with parents that are missing him...  heart broken, wondering
whether or not he is still alive!"

   "So!  What's your plan, then?" he asked looking at his friend as if Mike
was daft.

   "We leave tomorrow...  iwith Damian!"

   "Did you suddenly develop a thing for redheads?  How the fuck do you
even know if the kid even wants to go home, Mother Teresa?"

   "I know it in my heart, Jerry.  And that's all I can say.  --You'll help
me rescue him?"

   Jerry looked at his friend for a long while, and whispered, "Yer talkin'
about taking on a Mexican Cartel, for fuck sake!  --Not to mention
smuggling him back into the states...  because if you think you can just
dump him off to authorities at the US border...  well, my friend, think
again.  The kid will be right back here before we even make San Diego!"
Jerry's eyes widened in fear, "IF...  we make it without being arrested by
the Mexicans for kidnapping.  The cartel is very powerful, Mikey, ya don't
fuck with them!"

   Mike hadn't thought about it, but was certain that his friend was very
sincere.  It scared the hell out of him, however, he was persistent.  "I'm
talking about saving a boy's life and returning him to his family...  as
broken as he is...  but, at least, not dead!"

   Damian returned with the room key.  Mike's final words to Jerry were,
"You either help me or I'll do it on my own, friend!" He took Damian by the
hand and led him from the perversity around them.

   The "Bridal Suite" was no different that any other room except for the
jacuzzi bath installed dead center of the room that was large enough for
four people and a coin operated double bed that vibrated.  The rest of the
room was average, flaking paint, sagging ceilings and smelled musty.

   Mike asked the shy boy, "Wanna get into the tub...  it's kinda cool,
--don't ya think?" He hit a switch that made the water swirl.

   The water was room temperature, considering the stagnant heat outside,
both man and boy enjoyed the cool bath.

   Mike didn't hold back.  Once they were settled side by side chest deep
in the water, he asked point blank, "So...  how did you end up here?"

   Damian squirmed now noticeably uncomfortable.  He looked everywhere
except directly at Mike.  Barely audible, he shrugged his shoulders, said,
"Ran away from home, ...  Mobile, Alabama?" he said, nailing his heavy
southern accent.

   Mike placed an arm around the boy and gently eased him nearer into him.
He felt the boy stiffen, "I'm not going to hurt you, Damian.  Please trust
me?  I want to take you home...  if that's where you want to go, okay?"

   Damian looked at Mike and laughed.  "That's what Elphonso said."

   "Who is Elphonso?" Mike asked.

   "A man who found me on the street and invited me to his place...  I
stayed at his place for a while."

   Mike didn't have to ask if the man forced him into sex, he hugged the
boy closer into his chest.  "And then what happened?" Mike asked softly,
kissing the boy's forehead, tenderly running a hand up and down his side.

   Damian fell silent for a long while, then said, "He took me to bed that
same night...  I was scared, but he made me feel nice, ya know?  He showed
me how he liked it..." Damian straightened up and qualified, "I'm not a
fag, ya know!"

   "I never said you were." Mike said.  "You did what you had to do to
survive, Damian."

   The boy continued his story, "Elphonso used to bring men home...  and
they had sex with me, too...  up my bum...  like Elphie liked it
sometimes."

   Mike couldn't resist asking, "So how did you end up here...  I mean
Mexico."

   "One day a man came over, Georgio.  Elphie told me that the man was
taking me on vacation, somewhere safe and that he would meet us there
later. He told me we were going up to Canada.  Do you know it's fucking
cold up there?  He told me to tell the customs guys I was Georgio's nephew
if they asked.  When we got to the border, I saw the signs reading Mexico,
not Canada.  I ain't stupid, ya know?  We drove right through the border
after Georgio handed the customs man an envelope along with his passport."

   "So did that guy Elphonso bring you directly to here...  to Philippe?"

   "Yes, kinda.  But, first he took me to his house...  lots of men used
me. I mean I didn't mind doing things with Elphie...  or Georgio, but many
of the men were gross...  just like Philippe is."

   Mike cuddled the boy in both arms and said, "Damion, you will never have
to do those things again." He felt the boy sob in his chest.  What began as
light sobbing soon turned into a bawl.  "Do you want to go home now buddy?
I mean to where you ran away from?" The boy's wet face still laying on his
chest nodded.  "Then I'm taking you home in the morning, sport...  trust
me."

   to be continued...

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