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Mexico
by Zula (no address provided)

***

A business trip across the Mexican border goes wrong 
and a young American man ends up spending the night in 
jail. (M+/M, nc, rp, 1st-gay-expr, oral, anal)

***

It had started with a quick jaunt across the border to 
Mexico. Chris Whitmore and his wife had only just 
moved from Massachusetts the previous year to make a 
new start in El Paso, Texas. No kids; no ties, except 
for her mother in Boston. He had over-leveraged 
himself when they bought the house and started the new 
business, which was still worrisome at times - but 
Katherine loved the house, which was far larger than 
anything they had ever had before, and complete with 
an outdoor pool. 

It even had a small self-contained guest cottage. His 
landscaping company was doing reasonably well even in 
a bad economy. And Katherine enjoyed a live- in 
housekeeper, while his company did the yard work. She 
was employed part-time as a substitute teacher at a 
prestigious private school. 

Chris had heard there were some great deals to be had 
on carved marble fish that would be perfect for his 
latest landscaping job. Normally he would have sent 
one his crew down to check on the product, but they 
were already behind on two jobs, so he decided to do 
it himself. Driving the streets of Juarez, he was 
cautious. It was a rough border town with a lot of 
murders, drugs and missing people. He certainly 
wouldn't be down here at night and even in daylight he 
kept away from the less trendy parts of the city. When 
he got to the store outlet, they had the marble fish 
but not in the colours he had hoped for, plus the 
quality vice price would make profit marginal. 

The ones he had seen from Vietnam were definitely 
better, but would take longer to get. After inspecting 
some of the fountains, he decided to call it a day and 
headed back across the border slightly disappointed in 
a wasted trip. Relieved to be heading back without 
incident, he was about to turn onto the road towards 
the customs crossing when a beat up Datsun truck 
rammed into the side of his new Ford 150. Just what he 
needed on a late afternoon. He hadn't even seen it in 
the bright light as he was making the turn, nor had he 
completely halted at the stop sign.

The police were called; there was much hand waving and 
jabbering. Finally they were all taken to a Police 
Station on the outskirts of Juarez, including a 
protesting witness, for a statement. Chris could 
understand the odd word here and there, but they spoke 
so fast that most of it sounded like highly excitable 
gibberish. 

While he had several Mexican workers on his 
landscaping crews, he and Katherine did not speak the 
language. He was becoming increasingly concerned with 
the way this rather simple vehicle collision with no 
obvious injuries was being handled. Suddenly, Chris 
was very aware that he was in a foreign country and 
not just an extension of his shopping neighbourhood. 

Once it became obvious it was going to take a while, 
Chris tried to get the use of a phone so he could call 
home and tell Katherine he would be delayed. After 
all, he only needed to sort out what must surely be 
just the vehicle insurance and possibly a fine or 
administrative fee of some kind. He was escorted down 
the hall. But instead of a phone, he was placed in a 
small holding cell. He was still protesting as the 
policeman, jabbering in Spanish, walked away and out 
of sight.

Smelling the warm breath of someone behind him, Chris 
turned slowly to see a heavy set and swarthy Mexican 
standing there. He certainly didn't look very 
friendly. Behind him sitting on the benches were two 
other men. They all looked younger than Chris, but it 
was the one standing inches from his face that 
occupied his attention. All he could think to say was 
"Hi."

The big Mexican said nothing. 

"Hola, How you?" said one of the others, standing up 
from the bench. 

"Fine," Chris said nervously, not really feeling fine 
at all. 

"Name?" the young man asked, moving across to him.

"Chris."

The young man introduced himself with a small smile as 
Eduardo. He introduced the other two men as his 
friends, Carlos and Ramon. Carlos, the swarthy one, 
still didn't smile. He was probably the oldest and 
certainly heavy set. His jeans were worn and his 
tattered blue shirt hung open with all the buttons 
missing. His chest was a mass of dark hair that 
matched his beard. And he smelt of BO. 

Ramon, who didn't get up, was about Chris's size. He 
looked mean and wary. The arm muscles that bulged 
below his cut-off denim jacket were covered in 
tattoos. A blue and white bandana was wrapped around 
his forehead. A small scar ran from his mouth and 
black moustache across his cheek. He chewed 
incessantly on a toothpick. Chris didn't want any 
trouble with him - or with anyone else for that 
matter. "Nice to meet you all," he said, smiling even 
as his gut churned nervously.

"The guard said you very crazy gringo driver."

"A slight fender bender," shrugged Chris, "I should be 
out of here in a couple of hours." What was he 
thinking! With great relief, he suddenly realized that 
they hadn't taken his wallet or cell phone - just put 
him in the holding cell. He pulled out his phone and 
began to dial. "Damn, what's the area code? That's 
right he thought wracking his brain. Shit! What was 
the international code?" No matter what he did, it 
wasn't working. "Shit - Shit- Shit!!" 

"You might as well relax," said Eduardo; his English 
was more than passable. "We won't see anyone for a few 
hours. They are all very busy with the Governor's 
visit. No judges until tomorrow. We might eat tonight 
- we might not. But for now...." He just shrugged, "oh 
bien ...".

"Damn - I need to phone my wife and let her know," 
Chris started to complain, still looking at his phone. 
Lost in thought, he kept punching all the buttons he 
could think might work. Nothing. The battery was fine. 
The reception though was on the weak side. He walked 
to the other side of the holding cell. It didn't 
improve. Ignoring the three Mexicans who were in their 
own lively conversation, he tried to figure what else 
he could do.

Ramon said something that made Eduardo and Carlos 
laugh. Chris looked at Eduardo wondering what had been 
said. He had a feeling it was about him. Eduardo 
smiled at Chris. For the first time he noticed the 
Mexican had a very prominent gold tooth. He almost 
missed what Eduardo said next.

"Ramon likes your shoes and trousers."

"What!"

"Ramon likes your shoes and trousers. He thinks you 
should be nice to him and give them."

"No!" A cold chill stabbed into Chris's gut. The smile 
he had been forcing faded quickly. He backed away as 
Ramon stood up and started to move towards him. 
Something shiny was mostly hidden in his hand. It was 
probably a knife. "Come on, now. This is nuts," said 
Chris still backing away to the edge of the cell.

As he turned to look down the hall where the policeman 
had gone, Chris never saw the blow coming. Carlos 
clouted him across the head and grabbed him by the 
throat, holding him against the bars.

"Now, now, Chris... Chrissie... Christa. You rich 
Americano. You have much. Be nice to Ramon. He will be 
nice to you. Not hurt you. Yes, what you say" cajoled 
Eduardo, still smiling, 

Carlos tightened his grip on Chris's throat and slowly 
lifted him off the floor. No matter how he struggled, 
Chris could not loosen the stranglehold and his feet 
were scrambling for contact with the cement floor. 
"Yes, yes," he hoarsely gasped as streaks of light 
started to float in his eyes. Carlos lowered him down 
where Chris bent over trying to recover his breath. He 
didn't want to die in a dirty Mexican jail. His only 
brother had been killed as a teenager in a drunken 
brawl. Knifed several times, he had died in the 
street. He and his parents had never gotten over it. 

"Shoes," Eduardo reminded him.

Why? What did Ramon want his old shoes for? They 
weren't his best or for that matter great quality, 
just scruffy work shoes. He leaned over and unlaced 
them as quickly as he could. As he stepped out of 
them, Eduardo reminded him, "trousers." He wanted to 
say no, but one look at Ramon's scarred and mean face 
dissuaded him quickly. Taking his wallet, keys and 
cell phone out of his pockets, he put them on the 
bench and started to undo his belt. Eduardo quickly 
picked up the wallet and cell phone. 

"Hey," was the best Chris could muster as he stopped 
to look at Eduardo going through his wallet. 
Everything was taken out. Eduardo pocketed the cash 
and some business cards. He examined Chris's ID, but 
put them and the credit cards back. He looked at the 
pictures of Katherine, his wife. 

"Esposa? Your woman," Eduardo asked looking intently 
at her in her bathing suit picture and her portrait..

Chris nodded miserably.

"Nina bonita - very nice. Too bad she not here. We be 
nice to her. Now we be nice to you, chica. Trousers." 
Eduardo gestured at him to continue taking off his 
trousers as he passed the shoes to Ramon and the 
pictures to Carlos. Chris took a deep breath and slid 
his zipper down before lowering his trousers to the 
floor. 

"Give them to Ramon," Eduardo said as he examined the 
wallet further and then the cell phone. "Do you speak 
Mexican - or perhaps some Spanish?"

Chris shook his head, no, as he slowly handed over his 
new jeans to the waiting man who smiled humourlessly 
at him. Chris felt stupid standing there with no shoes 
or pants. How was he going to explain this when the 
police came back. Where were the police? He glared as 
much as he dared when he saw Carlos snigger and making 
what must have been lewd comments while he looked at 
Katherine's pictures and then Chris. Then he began to 
rub his crotch making the other two laugh. 

"Well, Christa, maybe we teach you some new words," 
smiled Eduardo. "Carlos likes your shirt. Nice shirt. 
Take it off. Give it to Carlos. Be his friend too."

 This was getting rapidly out of hand. "No. It won't 
fit him. It's way too small," pleaded Chris, trying to 
stay calm. He wanted to run but there was nowhere to 
go. The last thing he wanted to be was near naked in a 
cell with other men. Maybe they were just three crazy 
Mexicans having a good time scaring the hell out of a 
gringo. And they were succeeding! 

"Perhaps you need help? I'm sure Ramon will help you!" 

Ramon smiled threateningly and reached into his 
pocket. This time Chris saw that it was not a knife, 
but a box cutter. It wasn't just him keeping his cell 
phone. Christ, they obviously hadn't searched anyone 
before putting them in the holding cell. His mind was 
racing. Running out of options and looking at the 
shining blade, he slowly began to unbutton his shirt. 
He shrugged it off and held it front of him. His body 
was a pale white except for his face and forearms and 
legs that were tanned. "Please," he pleaded to 
Eduardo. He didn't know what else to say. His voice 
cracked and his eyes began to moisten dangerously. 
"Please!"

"Time you showed some respect, Christa. We teach you 
new words. You mean 'Por favor, senor'," prompted 
Eduardo. "Say it. 'Por favor, senor',"

Chris already knew some Mexican-Spanish phrases, but 
they were pretty basic. After hello; goodbye, please 
and thank you, he was pretty much done. There were 
three or four Mexican-Americans working for his 
company full time or part time. However, he rarely 
interacted with them as he dealt mainly with his team 
leaders who were both white. Plus all the Mexicans, 
including their housekeeper, either spoke English or 
some English, so there was never any need to learn the 
language. "Por favor, senor," parroted Chris.

Not that it did him any good. Carlos reached and 
grabbed the shirt out of his hands. Chris stood there 
in only his tan socks and white briefs. The cool air 
on his almost hairless chest made his nipples erect. 
He had the urge to cover them with his arms but forced 
himself to leave them by his side, hoping no one would 
notice. Eduardo was still busy looking at Chris's cell 
phone. Suddenly it came up and Eduardo called "Hey, 
gringa " as he took a picture of a surprised Chris 
standing there.

Carlos took off his old shirt and dropped it to the 
floor between his legs. Chris's shirt was too small, 
but Carlos didn't seem to mind. He couldn't do up the 
buttons and it was tight across the shoulders, but he 
didn't care. It smelled fresh and he was happy with 
his new American shirt. Ramon was trying on his new 
shoes which pinched his feet - but looked good. The 
others thought so too as he stood up and walked about 
the cell. 

Ramon sat back down and pulled off his new shoes and 
then stripped off his old dirty jeans with the holes 
and patches. He wasn't wearing any underwear. He 
suddenly had a crazier smile on his face as he saw 
Chris furtively looking away. Ramon spread his legs 
and rubbed his exposed cock. "Hola, chica!" he said as 
he started to stroke his engorging prick. "Te gusta 
que." 

"He asked if you like what you see, Christa. But then 
we know that you do - and if you don't, you will," 
said Eduardo in his ear. 

Chris saw the sitting man reach into his discarded 
pants. He pulled out his box cutter and held it by his 
side. Smiling evilly at Chris, Ramon beckoned him to 
come to him. Chris just stood there, shaking his head, 
no, very slowly. Unconsciously, his arm came up and 
crossed his chest, hiding his erect nipples. "No." 

Ramon laughed and said "Si, Chica!"

Eduardo stepped back and started videotaping the 
encounter on the cell phone. Still shaking his head, 
no, Chris felt everything slow down. It was like 
having an out of body experience as the loud jail 
noise receded to a hum in his ears. He could see lips 
moving but no sound reached him. His vision began to 
narrow with Carlos and Eduardo becoming mere blurs to 
the side and the cell becoming smaller. All he could 
see was the leering Ramon sitting in front of him 
rubbing his cock and beckoning him forward. That and 
the box cutter resting in his hand on the bench.

At first Chris couldn't believe it himself as he 
shuffled slowly towards the man. His eyes never left 
the cock being stroked and growing ever bigger. Even 
as his mind rebelled at what he was doing, he slowly 
moved between the Mexican's legs and sank to his 
knees. The Mexican guided Chris's head towards his 
cock, pushing it against the kneeling man's mouth.

"Si, Chica," cooed Ramon in truimph, "Mamame el 
bicho." 

As Chris opened his mouth, Ramon didn't wait, he 
shoved his fat cock as deep and as hard as he could 
into the opening and began fucking the American's 
face. Chris caught off guard by the attack, gagged, 
his eyes watering. Controlling Chris's head by pulling 
on his ears, Ramon let the American nearly escape of 
the end of his cock before pulling him back down. Each 
time, it was deeper and deeper into his throat. Tears 
were running down his face, but Chris kept sucking. 

Suddenly Ramon stopped. He pulled his cock out of 
Chris's mouth. Then he rubbed his cock, leaking pre-
cum, back and forth across the American's lips. 
Pleased with himself, Ramon pressed against Chris's 
lips again seeking access. Chris opened his mouth and 
Ramon guided his cock back in. Ramon worked his hips 
and pressed Chris's head down until his thick cock was 
hitting the back of his throat. "Buena, chica, buena. 
Rub my cojones while you suck. That's good gringa, now 
lick my balls and use your hand to pump my cock." 

Chris, frightened by the malevolent stare did as he 
was told. He didn't want to, but the box cutter was 
right there. After a few moments he was able to adjust 
his breathing to the thrusts. He was still in shock 
that a man's cock was in his mouth and he was 
servicing it like a woman on her knees. Ramon kept 
fucking his face, the thick cock stretching his lips. 

Reaching for the box cutter, Carlos dropped to his 
knees and scooted up behind Chris. The Mexican pulled 
the seat of the white underwear down and started 
cutting. Chris flinched as he felt the cold touch of 
the blade on his butt. With Ramon's hand still wrapped 
around the back of his head, Chris couldn't even look 
behind to see what was happening. But he knew. With 
several sawing and tugging motions his underwear hung 
as two flaps from his waist. He could feel the cool 
air on his ass. 

He moaned as thick, blunt fingers pressed against his 
rectum. One finger pressed deeper into his crack. Just 
like at the doctor's he tried to tell himself. And 
then a second one pushed in. Definitely not just like 
at the doctor's. His body tensed as the fingers dug 
deeper into his cavity. Now Carlos began to thrust his 
fingers in and out. Chris's head arched back under the 
assault. 

You like, Christa?" asked Eduardo as he composed the 
scene for the cell phone camera. 

"No, please, no" Chris cried, "Tell him to stop, 
please...." 

Chris got no further as Ramon pushed his mouth back 
onto the waiting cock. As Carlos thrust his fingers 
into the young man's rectum in a steady rhythm, he 
pressed on the American's back making the bottom arch 
upwards. Carlos spat onto his fingers, adding more 
spittle and tried to force a third finger up the 
sheath.

Finally content, Carlos pulled down his own zipper, 
freeing his stiffening cock. Moving forward between 
Chris's legs, he pressed them apart spreading the 
young man's ass cheeks wider. He lifted the remains of 
the underwear out of the way and ran his thick cock up 
and down the American's crack. Soon the hot tip 
pressed against the spittle moist opening. Then he 
started to push. 

Chris's inner sphincter was squeezed shut as Carlos 
tried to batter his way through. As the thick cock 
head began to pierce the opening, Chris felt as if he 
was being split in two and the tears rolled down his 
cheeks as he clawed at the bench. Still the sphincter 
held. Eduardo leaned in to him and said "Christa, make 
it easier. Squeeze your pussy like you are taking a 
shit... You'll see."

At that point Chris would have done anything to ease 
the pain. As he did what Eduardo said and Carlos 
crashed through the last obstacle. Chris's head 
snapped up and off Ramon's cock. His eyes rolled back, 
the pain tearing an agonised groan from him. He felt 
his asshole rip and a warm trickle of blood running 
down his leg. Carlos sank his thick cock until his 
pubic hair was pressed against Chris's ass cheeks. 
Neither moved for a moment as Carlos allowed Chris to 
adjust to the thick cock in his body. With short and 
slow movements at first, Carlos began to move it in 
and out of Chris's asshole. Then with longer strokes, 
Carlos guided Chris's hips back and forth.

"Ooohhh God" Chris cried out in his mind, still not 
believing it, "I'm being fucked by a man," SMACK. . . 
the slap on his buttocks made the Chris's ass jerk 
forward, dragging the hard cock part way out of his 
hole before it plunged back in again. This time Chris 
arched his hips and began to hump backwards; He 
squeezed his eyes shut as a very strong sense of 
submission washed over him. His body went from rigid 
and tense to soft and pliable. He started moving with 
Carlos. He opened his mouth and took Ramon's cock back 
inside as his body moved with Carlos' every thrust. 
Ramon groaned with pleasure, "Si Chica. Dulces 
labios." Sweet lips.

"Ella huele bien," grunted Carlos as he rubbed his 
hairy chest against Chris's back, nipping his neck and 
reaching under to tweak the small pink nipples of the 
smaller man beneath him. Chris could only moan under 
the heavy weight of the man as the thick head of 
Carlos' cock drove deeper into his ass. Eduardo 
translated for him. "He say you smell nice, Christa. 
You should tell him 'muchas gracias, Carlos' Do it 
now! Thank him for the compliment." 

"Muchas gracias, Carlos"

"That's good, Christa. Now say 'Si Carlos, me hace tu 
perra!' Say it. 'Si Carlos, me hace tu perra '" 

Chris groaned as the thick cock plunged into his ass, 
'Si Carlos, me hace tu perra, ' not knowing he had 
just asked Carlos to make him his bitch. Carlos 
laughed with delight and began to pound the young 
American's ass harder and faster, saying. "Si, chica, 
si,."

Ramon began squirting gobs of cum into the 'gringa's' 
mouth. Chris swallowed some of the hot slime but most 
ran around his cock, filling his mouth and out the 
corners of his lips and dribbling down his chin. He 
was still gagging with the bitter unfamiliar taste of 
hot semen in his mouth and throat. All the while, 
Chris was being ridden so hard by Carlos that he had 
to hold onto Ramon's thighs for support. As he did so, 
yet more strands of Ramon's cum began running out of 
his mouth. Finally, Carlos roared as he let loose with 
his cum and slowed after several more thrusts with his 
cock still in Chris's ass. 

Pulling Chris's head up from Ramon's lap, Eduardo 
said, "Lick it up and eat it all, gringa, that might 
be your hot supper today. Don't waste it... That's it, 
chica ... good job. Put your tongue out, Christa." 
Ramon placed his thick cock head on Chris's tongue and 
it slowly oozed a puddle. Then he slowly pushed his 
cock back into the awaiting mouth for Chris to clean 
with his tongue. 

Carlos cut Chris's ruined underwear off. He wiped his 
cock clean and ran the wadded cloth between Chris's 
buttocks. He held it up and showed the other two men 
the blood mixed with his cum. "Usted ya no es virgen." 
A virgin no longer indeed. The others sniggered with 
delight. A new gringa had been made on the end of a 
Mexican cock..

Eduardo sat down next to Ramon and told the kneeling 
young man to stand up. Chris staggered to his feet 
Both his knees were sore from the concrete floor and 
his mouth from being stretched and fucked. A small 
trickle of blood from the tear in his rectum and mixed 
with Carlos cum ran down the inside of his thigh. 
Eduardo reached out and softly handled Chris's 
testicles and penis. "Chiquititas. Cojones no! Bolitas 
si. Tetas pequenas." Ramon and Carlos laughed, 
exchanging more raunchy remarks that Chris didn't 
understand. "Christa, I want you to be moy amiga. Come 
here, sit on my lap." ordered Eduardo. 

Choking down a sob, Chris straddled Eduardo with his 
legs on either side of the Mexican's body. Eduardo 
pressed against Chris's thighs forcing him to spread 
his legs wider. With his black glistening eyes hooded 
with lust and power over the white 'Americano', 
Eduardo told him a new phrase. "Christa, say 'Eduardo, 
por favore, mierda mi cono chico. Say it ... 'Eduardo, 
por favore, mierda mi cono chico." Chris did as he was 
told.

"Buena, chica, Christa. - now put my cock in your boy 
pussy like you just asked" Eduardo encouraged. Then he 
rapidly spoke to Ramon who had the cell phone.

Oh god, Chris thought, he's treating me like a woman. 
Now he's going to make me rape myself on his cock. 
With his head hung down in humiliation, small tears of 
shame trickled down his cheek. Slowly in a trance, he 
reached under himself, and guided the Mexican's cock 
against his sore, gaping hole, still slippery from 
Carlo's cum. Chris closed his eyes and slowly lowered 
himself onto Eduardo's hard cock. It slid smoothly 
into the lubricated passage way until it reached the 
inner sphincter. 

Remembering what Eduardo had told him before - to use 
his muscles as if he was about to take a shit, the 
cock slid more easily into his bowels. Chris still 
yelped in pain as it sank through his inner sphincter, 
but it wasn't as bad this time. His body gently slid 
down the greased pole. Oh God, he could feel Eduardo's 
pubic hair on his bum. He was fully sheathed. 

Eduardo smacked him gently on the butt. Using his 
legs, Chris began to raise and lower himself on 
Eduardo's stiff shaft. The Mexican smiled at him, 
reached out and guided Chris's hips to the tempo he 
wanted. It was nice and slow. Sometimes, he even 
stopped Chris... and then would begin again, letting 
the 'gringa' become more accustomed to the cock 
invading his belly. Eduardo grinned as he ground his 
tool deep inside. "Put your hands on my shoulders," 
Eduardo ordered. Chris leaned in, closing his eyes, 
and Eduardo met him face to face, kissing him, and 
dominating Chris with his tongue, just like a man 
would kiss his woman.

Chris felt Eduardo grip the back of his head and pull 
his face down as Eduardo's tongue stabbed between 
Chris's lips causing him to open his eyes. He looked 
into the piercing eyes and felt a chill run down his 
back as the tongue gently, but forcefully thrust into 
his mouth. The tongue dominated him with its warm 
caress. With a small moan Chris opened his mouth to 
Eduardo. He began to close his eyes, but Eduardo 
wouldn't let him. 

"No, chica. Look at me. Don't close your eyes. I want 
you to look at me all the time. You will enjoy this. 
And when I speak to you, all you have to say is 'Si, 
Eduardo, si. Do you understand me?"

"Si, Eduardo,si"

Eduardo continued to kiss him intimately and softly as 
if Chris was a woman. 

"Ser una buena chica para mi." (be a good girl for me)

"Si Eduardo, si," responded Chris.

"I can't hear you. Louder."

Chris obeyed, saying it louder. "Si Eduardo, si," with 
that Eduardo smiled and pumped his cock up into 
Chris's clutching ass and they began fucking again. 
Well juiced from Carlos' cum, the squelching noise 
grew louder as the Eduardo's cock pumped in and out. 
"Si eres hijo mio cono?" (Are you my pussy boy) 
Eduardo asked loudly as he smacked Chris's butt with 
his open hand.

"Si Eduardo, si," responded Chris as he began to hump 
faster, his rectum clasping Eduardo's cock. His breath 
started coming faster as he rode the prick faster. His 
head tilted back and he sucked in his lower lip to 
keep from sobbing. The hurt was receding. He was still 
sore but a forbidden sense of pleasure deep inside was 
growing as his hips worked rhythmically.

 Oh god, what kind of man was he? His penis was 
engorging with the unexpected pleasure from his anus 
and prostate. He was trying to fuck Eduardo's cock 
faster now, but the Mexican slowed him, dragging out 
the pleasure and the intense feelings beginning to 
take over his body and mind. "Ooohh! Ooooh, no!" he 
groaned as his rock hard penis began to twitch.

Eduardo, laughingly ready, took the American's penis 
and pointed it back at Chris. It spurted hard, four or 
five times, onto his chest and face. Chris had never 
come so hard in his life. It caught him off guard and 
left him feeling ashamed that another man fucking him 
had made ejaculate so hard. The American collapsed 
forward, his breathing jagged and hot on the Mexican's 
neck. His ass was still clenching Eduardo's cock as it 
slowly slid in and out. "Was that good, chica? I think 
you should thank me for giving you such a good fuck. 
Yes? Why don't you give me your watch," Eduardo 
whispered in Chris's ear.

Recovering slightly and still penetrated on Eduardo's 
cock, Chris sat up and took his watch off; giving it 
to the Mexican.

"Thank you for the keepsake, Christa. I'll always 
think of fucking you when I look at it. Now then, its 
time you finished your job as a pussy boy. Ride my 
cock, bitch." 

Chris began raising his ass up and down, using his 
legs to ride the cock. Eduardo reached out, pulled and 
pinched the small erect nipples, making Chris groan. 
Slaps on the buttocks sped the motion up. Eduardo 
could see the guard watching them through the bars and 
didn't care. They wouldn't stop a 'gringo' being 
turned into a 'gringa'. 

In fact, some guards encouraged it and others ignored 
it. Didn't matter who the victim was, payback for a 
way of life not shared can be a bitch. Rich 
'Americanos!' Knowing the young American couldn't see 
the guard. Eduardo cupped Chris's face tenderly with 
both hands as the American humped his body up and down 
on the Mexican's thick cock. "Si eres una chica 
guapa?( Are you a pretty girl)." he had asked loudly. 
Chris didn't know what it meant but he was already 
conditioned to the response 

"Si, Eduardo, si."

The guard smiled as the little 'gringa' confirmed what 
he could already see. The young man was a pussy boy 
and willingly servicing his Mexican cellmates. And 
doing a very good job of it, too! He told Carlos who 
was standing near him watching the action that he 
would be back in a few minutes. If the American 
'gringa' wasn't too busy sucking cock or being fucked, 
he could make his phone call.
 
Eduardo tensed as his cock began spurting forcefully 
deep into the young American. "Yes, Christa ... buena, 
chica." They slowly came to a halt. Eduardo's 
softening cock made a slurping sound as it slipped out 
of Chris's well-fucked ass. Chris's head fell forward, 
resting on Eduardo's shoulder, as he tried to regain 
his breath.

Twenty minutes later, the guard took Chris down the 
hall past several other holding cells. The Mexicans, 
seeing him wearing only an oversized, stained shirt 
that he had to hold together and his bare legs, jeered 
as he past. "Chocho Americano." The taunts followed 
them as they went around the corner to where an old 
phone hung on the wall. 

Relieved, Chris reached for it. The guard, shaking his 
head, stopped Chris, wagging a finger at him. 
Confused, he thought perhaps the guard had to dial the 
number. He was soon disabused of that idea as the man 
gently, but firmly put both hands on the American's 
shoulders and pressed down. Closing his eyes, Chris 
slowly sank to his haunches in front of the guard, who 
smiled down at him and said "Si, llevarlo a cabo."

Chris knew what the guard wanted even if he didn't 
understand what he was saying. He didn't protest. He 
didn't fight. His hands trembled as he fumbled with 
the Guard's pant zipper. He reached in through the 
heavy blue uniform trousers and pulled the man's 
underwear down, and freeing the cock inside. 

"Cuidado," the guard growled, warning him.

Chris gripped the guards buttocks as he tried to 
maintain his balance on his haunches, his heels 
pressing into his buttocks. The guard's hand held the 
American's head in place as he pistoned his cock into 
the oval mouth. The slurping sound grew louder as 
Chris serviced the guard. He was being overwhelmed by 
the sensations of Mexican's smell, the feel and taste 
of the cock in his mouth. It was short but thick and 
stretched his mouth open. The pant zipper began 
rubbing his lips raw every time his face was deep in 
the guard's bristly pubes. Still his eyes never left 
the guard's, as he sucked and licked. 

Every time Chris drew back to the cock tip, the guard 
could see down his front as his thick cock slid in and 
out of the American's mouth. Chris's small penis hung 
limp between his legs. The oversized shirt was wide 
open and draped on the outside of his legs down to the 
floor. With his bare chest exposed, his nipples were 
erect and under Chris's ass, a small puddle of 
Eduardo's cum leaked from his rectum onto the 
concrete. The guard cupped the back of Chris's head 
and pushed his cock deeper into the American's throat, 
making him gag before releasing him and feel the mouth 
drag its way back down to the tip. 

Chris started to bob his head up and down on the 
guard's shaft while licking the sides with his tongue. 
His hand gently pumped the engorged cock while the 
guard moaned, "Si, gringa, buena."

It didn't take long for the guard to shoot his wad. 
Chris's lips and the corners of his mouth were sore 
from being stretched open for so long. He 
unconsciously wiped the strands of cum from his chin 
into his mouth and licked his fingers. Then he licked 
the guard's cock clean and dried it with his shirt 
tail before putting back in and zippering the pants 
shut. The guard patted him on the head like he was a 
good dog and pointed to the phone. 

Chris couldn't believe it. The phone was working, but 
no one was picking up. Katherine must be out and the 
housekeeper had been told to never answer. The 
answering machine kicked in and he left a hurried 
message saying he was having trouble with the truck 
and might be delayed overnight waiting for a part. He 
would probably be home tomorrow. 

He did not want her worried that he was in jail, or to 
come rushing down to try and find him. He slowly hung 
up, hesitant to lose the only connection he had to 
home. The dirty catcalls rang out again as they 
repassed the other cells, but this time the guard was 
laughing and exchanging comments with them about the 
'gringa'. As they returned to the cell, the guard told 
Eduardo, "Le gusta ser una nina,." That the American 
seemed to like being a girl. 

Later that evening the guards brought in a small meal 
and some blankets. The word was that they would see 
the judge early in the morning. A pail for a toilet 
was put in the holding cell and the lights were dimmed 
for the night. Soon the entire block was quieter as 
men dozed in their uncomfortable surroundings. 

Ever since Chris had come back from using the phone, 
the three Mexicans had let him be, preferring to talk 
among each other. He just huddled in a corner lost 
alone in his own thoughts. Very disturbing thoughts as 
he replayed the day in his mind. Chris was trying to 
reconcile himself to the fact that he had sucked two 
men's cocks until they came in his mouth. His ass, 
which was still sore, had been fucked twice. But there 
was one thought that made him both cringe with 
embarrassment and yet made his penis engorge softly. 

It was Eduardo making him cum without even touching 
his penis. In his mind, he saw himself riding up and 
down on the Mexican's cock while Eduardo just sat 
there. The intense feeling in his gut. And then his 
own sperm exploding from his penis like it had never 
done before. Inwardly, he groaned both in pleasure and 
shame. 

He wondered if he would be sexually assaulted again in 
the night. He already knew he wouldn't fight it. He 
wondered who it would be. Finally, unable to stay 
awake any longer, he stretched out; covered himself 
with the two blankets and turned towards the wall. He 
was soon asleep and despite the discomfort, did not 
wake until morning.

Stiff after lying the night on the floor, Chris 
watched the guards scurrying about collecting the 
blankets and buckets. No breakfast was served. He just 
sat in the corner away from the others. They hadn't 
spoken all morning. Chris was worrying about appearing 
before the judge in just a long, dirty shirt and socks 
when a guard came for Eduardo and the other two men. 

Only Eduardo turned as they were leaving. With a big 
smile he said, "Adios, chica." He threw Ramon's old 
jeans to the American with a wave of goodbye and a rub 
of the crotch. And with him went Chris's watch, cell 
phone, money, business cards and pictures of 
Katherine.
 
END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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