Sunday, November 29, 2015

Sacrifice For Art's Sake!


     Roger is a handsome 18 year-old man. He is an aspiring actor, taking classes at his university in Guatemala. He had been hoping for a break that would bring him to the attention of Hollywood producers. One day, he arrived home and opened his computer to check his emails. He read and replied to a few, and then saw one with the simple subject line of  “Casting Call”. He didn’t recognize the name of the sender, but opened it anyway. He read the following.

      “Greetings, Roger! We are producing a new documentary on human sacrifice and the Maya. We contacted your university, and they provided us with names of students who might be candidates for our production. Specifically, we need a young man to portray the sacrificial victim. The successful candidate should be a gay male, 18-25, 5’6” to 5’10”, weighing between 110 and 140 lbs, with dark hair, eyes and skin. Those interested please report to our mobile studios at the base of El Gran Jaguar pyramid in Tikal! We look forward to seeing you tomorrow evening at 8pm. Please come alone, no agents allowed, and tell no one, this is a very secret project. We don’t want details leaking to the press. Print out a copy of this email to bring with you, and then delete it”.

     The email was signed simply “Mayan Studios”. Roger had never heard of them, but he knew he had to go there and try out for the role. He was 18, 5’7” and weighed 120 lbs with black hair and brown eyes. His skin was the typical light brown of the Guatemalan people. He was puzzled by the time for the tryout, though. Usually, tryouts were done during daylight, and he had been to the pyramid before, and knew that the site closed to the public at 6pm. But here was a chance to star in a documentary, and maybe get the break he’d been seeking.

     The following evening, Roger arrived at the pyramid, and saw a pair of tents set up on the far side of the pyramid, with a sign reading “Mayan Studios”. He was puzzled to see no other young men there for the tryout but he went into the first tent, and showed the man behind the counter the email. He was immediately directed to the second tent, where the director of the film, Mr. Martinez, greeted him warmly. “Hello, Roger. Do sit down!”

     “Thank you, sir!”

     “My, you look like just the man I need for this role. We will have to take some measurements, of course, to make sure that your height and weight are what you reported to my secretary. Please stand on the scale, Roger! Ah, excellent, 120 pounds exactly! Now please stand up straight while I verify your height. Very good, almost exactly 5’7”, yes, I believe you will do nicely! There is one more thing. I need to see your naked body, both to make sure that it films well, as well as to check the size of your package.”

     “Gee, I don’t know about that, Mr. Martinez. I’ve never stripped naked in front of strangers before, only in front of my lover. Must I?”

     “Well, I can’t force you, but unless I see you naked, I can’t offer you the role. It’s your choice, but this could be your big break! I know! Pretend you’re stripping for your lover, that may help”.

     Roger thought for a minute. If he got the part, it might be his ticket to Hollywood, and mean a bright future for not just Roger, but his family and his lover as well. In the end, he hung his shoulders and agreed. 

    
Mr. Martinez was very impressed. “Oh, yes, that’s just the skin tone we are looking for. And while your package is on the average size for modern Guatemalans, you’re actually quite large for an ancient Maya, and the records indicate that the gods especially favored warriors with large packages. Yes, you’ll do nicely. Will you accept the role?”

     “Certainly, Mr. Martinez! Where do I sign?”

     “Antonio, will you give Roger the contract. The terms are standard. Shooting will take about two weeks, and you’ll be paid the union rate. Sign by the x, please. Ah, very good! Antonio, please tell the others that the role has been cast.”

      “Now, you realize that you’ll have to live on site during the shoot.”

      “I hadn’t thought of that, sir. I didn’t bring any clothes. I’ll need to go home and pack. How long should I tell my parents I’ll be gone for?”

      “Roger, don’t you remember that this is a secret project? I’m sorry, but you aren’t allowed to leave the site until the shoot is over.”

      “But I have no clothes, sir!”

      “You’re playing a human sacrifice, Roger. You won’t need any clothes! Leave you clothes here and these men will take you to your quarters.”

      Roger saw two large men wearing nothing but native headdresses and carrying stone knives. Knowing better than to resist, he glumly allowed himself to be led out of the tent. To his surprise, he was led inside the pyramid and down a shaft that led underground. Suddenly, he saw a room to his right with bars across the opening. The door was unlocked, and he was shoved inside and the door relocked behind him.

     “Hey, what’s going on? I’m supposed to star in this documentary. Why are you locking me in?”

     Ramon spoke up and said, “Why, this is your dressing room, Roger. Don’t you like it?”

     “What kind of dressing room is a prison cell? Now, take me to my real dressing room!”

     “Hey, Ramon. The boss was right. This guy is really stupid! Imagine believing that story about doing a documentary! He’s gonna be fun dragging up the pyramid so that Sky Turtle can cut his beating heart out of his body! What a sucker!”

     “Yeah, Roberto. And we get to guard him until the big day in two weeks.”

     “What are you talking about? I’m going to be a big star! This is just a movie. I signed a contract!”

      “Dumb shit still doesn’t get it! There is no documentary, never was. We’re going to bring back the Mayan Empire. We need a human sacrifice to offer to Yum Kaax, the corn god. That will ensure that this forest returns to fertile lands that will support our empire! Now, Mr. Movie Star, you better get some sleep. You’re going to need your strength! HAHAHAHA!”

     “Who is this Sky Turtle you mention?”

     “He’s our High Priest!”

     “When will I meet him?”

     “You already have, he’s Mr. Martinez! If you need anything, just yell. We’ll be just down the hallway.”

     While Roger got used to his being imprisoned, Roberto and Ramon spoke with Sky Turtle just out of earshot.

     “That was a great plan you had to lure Roger here. I still can’t believe he went along with it, and deleted the email. There’s nothing to track him here. I had one of the others take his car to his cousin’s junkyard. By now, it’s just a cube of unidentifiable metal.”

     “Great work, Roberto! Oh, Ramon, take his clothes and put them in the incinerator. We don’t want anything tying Roger to us.”

     “Sure thing! Just think, in a few weeks, all this dense forest will be gone, replaced by fertile lands that we can farm. Then the gods will rise up, and help us drive the foreigners from our lands and the great Mayan Empire shall rise like a phoenix from the ashes!”

     “That’s true, Ramon! Of course, we’ll need to perform other sacrifices to our other gods as well. It’s a good thing that we met with Professor Garcia at the university. It turns out he’s descended from the last Mayan Emperor, so he’s only too happy to give us the names of gay students who aren’t doing well in their studies. Soon, he will be the next Mayan Emperor! That’s how we got Roger’s email.”

     Meanwhile, back in his cell Roger shook his head in disbelief. How could he have been so gullible? One thing he knew for sure, no one was cutting his heart out of his body without a fight! He hung his head and surveyed his prison cell. The floor was stone, and there was a stone shelf for a bed, with a straw mattress on it, and some flimsy sheets. There was a hole in the floor for him to use as a toilet. He couldn’t even try to overpower the guards, both of whom were far bigger than him anyway. He thought maybe he could flee when they brought him his food, but there was a slot at the bottom of the door where the food tray was slid in to him. Suddenly, it hit him! He could rip up the sheets in the night, and fashion a noose out of them. There was a horizontal bar near the top of the door. He could hang from it, and then they wouldn’t get to torture and kill him! He waited a few hours, until he was pretty sure that everyone was asleep, then tore the sheet into shreds, tied it to the horizontal bar and put the noose around his neck. He could feel the noose tighten around his neck. He was getting weaker, and was fighting to breathe as his body kicked and jerked on the rope. Suddenly, he heard running footsteps in the hall. It was Roberto and Ramon, running to his cell. They quickly opened the door. Ramon grabbed Roger by the legs taking the pressure off of his neck, while Roberto took his stone knife and cut the sheet. Once it was off his neck, Roger gasped in huge lungfuls of life-giving air. He was laid face up on the stone bed, and Ramon waited with him while Roberto went to get medical assistance. Roberto returned with Sky Turtle and a doctor. The doctor gave Roger a thorough examination.

     “We’re lucky. They got him just in time. Two more minutes, and he’d be dead. Who was the idiot that put sheets in here? The Maya didn’t give their prisoners sheets! Take them out! He can sleep on the cold, bare stone!  He only gets stale bread and water; that will keep him alive. And we’ll have to wait a week before we start seeding and milking him. We need him alive for the ceremony!”


     Ramon speaks up. “I’m sorry, I thought that stone shelf looked so cold!”

     Sky Turtle glared back and said, “Listen, both of you. He has to be the sacrifice! If he isn’t one of you will substitute for him! Do I make myself clear?”

     Both looked glumly down, and replied, “Yes, sir! We’ll keep him alive for you, Sir.” For the next week, Roberto and Ramon alternated shifts watching Roger. Each took a twelve-hour shift, and then the other would take their turn. The only exception was at feeding time. Then one would enter the cell to hand feed their captive, while the other would remain at the cell door, to prevent any thought of escape. At first, Roger resisted, but found that when he did, they’d bind him to the stone and force-feed him. Eventually, he decided to cooperate, and began asking questions of his captors. He still couldn’t believe that he’d be dead in less than two weeks, sacrificed to some dead god.

     “Ramon, why are they doing this to me? I’m only 18. I want to live, not die!”

     “You will live, Roger. You’ll be honored as one of the saviors of the Mayan Empire. You are to be the first sacrifice that will help re-establish the Mayan Empire.”

      “I don’t understand. How is this going to happen?”

      “You’re being sacrificed to the corn god, Yum Kaax. Sky Turtle has discovered why the prior sacrifices didn’t work, and the gods abandoned us. Now he knows what the gods desire.”

      “What is that?”

      “In the past, our ancestors sacrificed young maidens or straight warriors taken in battle. But what the gods really desire are gay young men, filled with the priests’ seed. Once we sacrifice you, Yum Kaax will use his power to clear this forest and then to allow the land to become fertile fields again. Other sacrifices to the other gods will follow, all the sacrifices being gay, young virile men, and the cumulative effect will be the resurrection of the Mayan Empire, and the driving of the foreigners from our lands!”

       “’Filled with the priests’ seed’? Do you mean that I’m going to be raped?”

       “Your body will be filled both anally and orally with the sacred seed of the priests. It will make you a more pleasing sacrifice to Yum Kaax!”

       “But I don’t want to be a sacrifice to this god of yours! I’ll bet you don’t even know what he looks like!”

       “Actually, I do, and you will see him on the day of sacrifice. He’s a handsome young man with a receding hairline, wearing an ornate headdress with an ear of corn replacing one of the feathers. Once your heart is removed, the blood from it will be smeared on his idol, an idol that has waited far too long to be nourished. Now, no more questions, you must eat! The second week is almost up and tomorrow, we begin seeding you and milking you. You’ll need your strength for that!”

     “Milked?”

     “Yes, Roger. Only sacred seed may be in the body of the sacrifice at the time of the offering. That means we must remove all of your human seed before you are implanted with the sacred seed.”

     “But how will I be milked.”

     “You will find out that in the morning. Now, rest! Trust me, you will need your strength!”

     Roger tried to sleep that night, but kept waking up, worried about how this milking would happen. Finally, at 6am, Sky Turtle entered the cell with Ramon and Roberto. They had a large, strange machine with them. Roger was forced to stand up, and his arms were raised over his head and restrained with manacles dangling down from the machine. Then a tube was fitted over his dick. It was a strange feeling, and it seemed loose, but Roger could feel ridges along the length of the tube. 

     Sky Turtle then told Roger, “Okay, we’re putting a dildo into your ass. Just relax, pretend it’s your boyfriend’s dick fucking you!”

     “I’ll try, sir.”

     “Good boi!” Then Roger felt pressure, the dildo was both larger and longer than his boyfriend’s dick. He tried to relax, but couldn’t avoid screaming out in pain as it was inserted. Finally, Sky Turtle had the dildo fully inserted past Roger’s sphincter.

      Finally, Sky Turtle attached two cup-like devices over Roget’s tits. There were wires coming out from the cups. 

      “All right! We’re ready. Let’s fire up the machine.”

      The switch was thrown, and Roger felt the tube mold itself so that it fit perfectly on his dick. It began slowly moving up and down on his dick, with the ridges erotically arousing him. Then the dildo came to life, moving in and out of his ass very slowly. Finally, the cups began exercising gentle but firm pressure on his tits, causing them to grow erect. Roger felt his dick get harder and harder. After about five minutes, he could wait no longer, and shot a huge load of cum, which went through the tubing, and into the machine. Then the machine went quiet for about ten minutes. Just as Roger had begun to relax, it sprung back to life. Again, after about five minutes, Roger shot a load of cum into the tubing. Roger really loved the milking. It felt like the best and hottest orgasms he’d ever experienced. The machine kept this up for about three hours. In the beginning, Roger was loving the attention his body was receiving, but as the machine kept going, there was less and less cum remaining in Roger’s balls, and each orgasm removed even more. After about an hour and a half, the orgasms were starting to be more painful than pleasurable. At first, he just moaned, but after about two hours the pain was sufficient to cause him to begin crying out. Sky Turtle then stopped the machine long enough to put a ball gag in Roger’s mouth to stop him from crying out. Then, with Roger properly silenced, the dreaded machine was turned back on! The routine continued for another two hours, until Roger had produced dry cum shots 10 times in a row. At that point, the jailers reasoned that Roger had spent all of his human seed. They quickly unhooked him from the machine. He was sobbing and holding his dick and balls, which were so painful and sore that his balls had turned blue.

     He was led to a stone pillar in the center of the cell. He was bound facing the pillar, and Sky Turtle, the High Priest of this group of modern day Mayans, began to fuck Roger, shooting his sacred seed deep inside Roger’s guts. Roger was ball-gagged again, to prevent his screaming, since the fucking caused him to get hard, and to cum, yet there was no cum to shoot! Once the High Priest had deposited seven loads inside Roger, his four associate priests, Ramon, Roberto, Rafael, and Ronaldo followed and also fucked Roger seven times each. While Roger could not cry out from the pain, there was a steady stream of tears running down his young, handsome face. When Ronaldo finished, Roger felt relief, but found it to be short lived. First, a dildo was shoved into his ass and secured in place to ensure that none of the sacred seed was spilled. He was then untied from the pole, and turned so he now faced out.

     The ball gag was removed, and replaced with a dental appliance that kept his mouth open. To his horror, Roger now found that all five of the priests were preparing to face-fuck him seven times each, and deposit even more cum down his throat. The goal was to fill Roger as full as possible with the sacred seed from mouth to ass. After about an hour, the task was complete. Roger was released and allowed to lie down on the stone bed and try to relax.

     He soon found that his relaxation was not to last. About an hour later, the priests re-entered the cell. Roger was forced to his feet, and he was led to the pole, and his wrists were bound behind him. Suddenly, Rafael appeared with a large can of blue paint. He took a brush, and began painting Roger’s skin a sky blue color. He used a small brush so that he could get all of Roger’s skin painted. He paid special attention to Roger’s cock, dick, balls, ass and mouth, as they believed that Yum Kaax would enter the body of the sacrificial victim through one of these orifices. Meanwhile, poor Roger was even more scared and frightened, because he knew his Mayan history, and knew that painting of the sacrificial victim was the final step before the victim was offered to the god.  Rafael finally finished at about 8:30am. The paint would take three hours to dry on its human canvas.

     Three hours after he’d been painted blue, Roger saw the cell door open, and Sky Turtle, Roberto, Ramon, Rolando, Rafael, and a man Roger couldn’t recognize, but who looked familiar, came into the cell. All six men were wearing feather headdresses and nothing else. Ramon and Roberto quickly approached Roger. Roberto grasped Roger’s hands and held them together as Ramon bound them with a strong hemp rope. Ramon held the other end of the rope in his hands.

    Convinced that the time for his death had come, Roger broke down. “Please, Mr. Martinez! I’m only 18! I don’t want to die! I’m too young to die. Let me go back to my family, I promise I won’t tell anyone! PLEASE!” he cried out in between large sobs of anguish.

     All of a sudden, the man that Roger didn’t quite recognize spoke up. “Roger, you were a whiner and complainer in my class and you’re still a whiner! Now quit crying and take this like a man!!”

     Roger recognized the voice instantly. “Professor Garcia? I don’t understand! What are you doing here?”

     “I am the Emperor of the Mayan Empire, Chitam III. I will lead Tikal and the Mayans to a glorious rebirth!”

     “You’re insane! Your gods as you call them are dead! I won’t let you murder me!”

     Sky Turtle broke in. “Quickly, we must finish preparing him for the sacrifice. We must make the sacrifice at noon for it to have the maximum effect!”

     Rafael and Rolando then took a second rope, and bound it around Roger’s waist. Now he could safely be led up the steps of the pyramid, and there would be no chance of Roger throwing himself off to a premature death. The procession started with Emperor Chitam III in the lead, followed by Sky Turtle, the High Priest. Next came Ramon and Roberto, pulling Roger up the steps by his bound wrists, and finally Rafael and Rolando, who held the rope encircling Roger’s waist to prevent him from falling from the steep sides of the pyramid.

     As they emerged from within the dark hallways of the pyramid into the jungle-filtered light of the sun as it neared noon, Roger noticed a large crowd of people gathered at the base of the pyramid, all naked except for feather headdresses. He turned to Rolando and asked him who all these people were.

     “Why, they’re members of the Mayan Empire, our families. They’re here to watch the sacrifice take place. You should feel honored!”

     As the grim procession started its ascent up the steps of the pyramid, Roger replied, “Fuck you and fuck your gods! I’m 18, and in a few minutes, I’ll be dead, as dead as your damn god is!”

     At that the procession stopped, and Sky Turtle ordered that Roger be ball-gagged for the remainder of the procession. While it succeeded in silencing his voice, Roger continued to struggle and pull against his restraints. Finally, just before noon, the procession reached the top of the pyramid. As Roger looked around, he saw a large flat stone with a stone blade lying next to it, and off to the side, an idol of a god, which he recognized as Yum Kaax, the Mayan Corn God from the descriptions he’d been given while imprisoned. His ball gag was removed but before he could say anything, Ramon and Roberto untied his hands, and each then grabbed one of his wrists. He was then forced to lie face up on the cold, stone altar, being held down by Ramon, Roberto. Rafael and Rolando. He struggled to get up, but their grip was too strong.

    
Suddenly, Sky Turtle’s voice boomed throughout the jungle. “Oh, Yum Kaax, Great Corn God, He who makes our fields fertile and nourishes our bodies, we come here today, to the Sacred Pyramid and Temple of El Gran Jaguar, to offer You what You desire most, the beating heart of this young gay man. Accept this sacrifice from Your people and grant our Emperor Chitam III and his descendents a long and prosperous reign. Hear our prayer, O Great God!”

     As Sky Turtle prayed to Yum Kaax, Roger struggled to get free of the grasp of the four priests holding him down on the altar. Try as he might, his strength was no match for them. Slowly, he realized that when the sun was directly overhead at noon, his young life would come to a violent and bloody end. His thoughts went back to his parents and brother. “I’ll never see my family again, and they’ll never know what became of me. What a cruel twist of fate that is. I’d give anything to tell them one more time how much I love them. And poor Julio, my boyfriend doesn’t know either. They’re all going to go crazy with worry concerning my disappearance. I hope that at some point they can move on with their lives, and find fulfillment. Oh, no! The High Priest has ended his prayer. That can mean only one thing!”

     Sky Turtle then approached Roger, struggling more than ever as the four priests held him down on the cold, stone altar. Sky Turtle reached beneath the altar, and held aloft a stone knife for all to see. The sharp blade glinted in the noonday sun. Suddenly, Sky Turtle brought the blade down, and it sliced through Roger’s flesh like it was butter. The wound was horizontal, and just below Roger’s left breast. Roger let out a cry of pain as the knife opened his body. Next, Sky Turtle plunged his hand into the wound, and Roger could feel his hand reaching up and searching for his now rapidly beating heart.

     Roger then felt Sky Turtle’s hand as it enveloped Roger’s heart. For a brief second, all was quiet atop the pyramid and then Sky Turtle yanked, and pulled free Roger’s heart. As Roger’s body began its death convulsions, Sky Turtle held the still beating heart aloft! He smeared Yum Kaax’s idol with blood from the heart, and then he collected blood from the heart into two cups. He gave one cup to Emperor Chitam III and kept the other for himself, and they both drank of the blood in the cups. Roger’s body was lifted by the priests, and thrown down the side of the pyramid, as it was of no further use to the Mayans. It landed in some jungle underbrush, which immediately withered. When Sky Turtle and Emperor Chitam III returned to that patch the next day, the land was cleared and ready to be tilled. “You see, my Emperor, Yum Kaax has blessed our offering! The first phase of the rebirth of the empire is complete. Now we just need to sacrifice other gay men to the other gods, and you will rule a land that extends from Texas in the north to Colombia in the south.”

     “That won’t be a problem, Sky Turtle. I have many other students that would be just as gullible as young Roger was. I’ll send you the next name tomorrow.”

Thursday, November 19, 2015

EL MUCHACHO


     Antonio was a young 20-year-old American boy of Mexican descent. He had dark brown to black hair shaved close on the sides, with striking blue eyes and a very light complexion which surprised people when he told them he was Mexican-American. He stood 6’1” and weighed 210 lbs. Not surprisingly, he had the pick of all the hot guys in Phoenix! His life was perfect except for one thing, his father had left the family home when Antonio was 6, and never returned.

     One day, Antonio asked his mother about his father. “Mama, I really want to find papa. I need to know why he left us. Did I do something wrong?”

     “No, Antonio. You did nothing wrong. Your papa returned to Mexico when his papa became ill and died. Your papa inherited the family business, and became a very powerful man in Southwestern Mexico. But he lives in the mountains, and his work keeps him very busy. He still sends me money to help with our expenses.”

     “Mama, I want to meet him! Please!”

     “I can’t contact him directly. But I do know one of his associates. He’s about your age. His name is Santiago de la Montana; he’s your cousin. I’ll get a message to him, but I can’t promise that your papa will come here.”

     “Oh! Thank you, mama! Thank you!”

     A few weeks passed, and Antonio’s mother called him into the room.

     “Antonio, I have heard from your papa. He has agreed to meet you, but you must travel to him. He will pay for a private plane to fly you there if you wish to go.”

     “Oh, yes mama! When do we leave?”

     “Only you will be going, Antonio. I will stay here. Please, promise me that you will come back home.”

     “Of course, mama! I would never abandon you!”

     “OK. Go pack your bags. There will be a car here in two hours to take you to the airport.”

     “Two hours? But, mama, I have no passport. How will I be able to enter Mexico without one.”

     “Trust me, my son. Your papa has arranged everything. Now go and pack!”

     True to his mother’s word, there was a knock on the door just as Antonio finished packing. Two men came to the door, and as Antonio looked out, he saw a small dark sedan in the driveway.

     “You Antonio?”

     Antonio looked up into the hardest, meanest eyes he’d seen and nodded. The man was 6’4” and 250 lbs of pure muscle. He’d never been so scared of a man before.

     “Where are your bags? The plane’s waiting, boy! Now get them and follow me!”

     Without a word, Antonio grabbed his bags and followed the two men out to the car. The driver had the trunk open and roughly grabbed the bags, put them in the trunk and closed the lid. Meanwhile the other man, the one who had frightened him, held the rear passenger door open. He looked at Antonio, and without saying a word, pointed for Antonio to get in! Antonio quickly complied, and the man got in beside him for the ride to the airport. Antonio briefly considered trying to flee out of the car, but discovered that there were no handles on the door next to him. He slumped back in the seat, not sure whether he’d ever see his mama again.

     After about an hour in the car, the car went down a dirt road leading into the woods. They soon reached a clearing, where Antonio saw a small private plane in the middle of the clearing. Now he knew why he didn’t need a passport. It wasn’t going to be a known flight. This plane could fly under the radar. The man got out of the car, retrieved Antonio’s bags from the trunk and hustled Antonio aboard the plane. The driver, meanwhile, turned the car around and left the area. Antonio realized that his papa must have a base of operations in Phoenix as well.

     The flight from Arizona to Mexico took a few hours, and Antonio looked out the window and saw the Sierra Madre Occidental mountain range below. The plane descended and landed in a clearing on one of the mountains. Once the engines stopped, the other man gathered Antonio and the bags, and led him to a waiting jeep. Once there, he was handcuffed to prevent escape and blindfolded. Antonio didn’t know it, but his papa was a very suspicious man. The jeep drove for what seemed like an hour, and then suddenly stopped. He felt hands grab him bodily, and he was flung over someone’s shoulder. It was in this position that he entered his papa’s house. He was taken to a room and dropped into a chair.

     He heard voices talking, but didn’t understand what was said, since they spoke Spanish, a language that he didn’t understand. His mother had told him that since he was American born, he had no need to learn Spanish. After a few minutes, the gag and handcuffs were removed. He had to blink a few times before he could see clearly, but when his eyes finally focused, he saw himself looking at an older version of himself.

     “Are you my papa?”

     “Yes, Antonio, I am Jorge de la Montana and this man who brought you here is Santiago de la Montana, my right hand man and nephew.  I’m sorry about the reception, but there are many men who wish me dead, and I had to make sure that you really were my son and not an imposter before I could allow you to be freed.”

     “Gee, papa. Why would men want to kill you?”

     “Antonio, if I answer that question, you must swear never to leave here again. Are you sure you want to know?”

     “I do, papa. Please tell me!”

     “It will mean never seeing your mama again, boy! Think it over.”

      Antonio wasn’t sure what his father’s secret was, but he had to find out. “Papa, tell me. I swear never to leave here again!”

     “Very well, my son. I am the head of the de la Montana cartel. There is another cartel that wants my territory, the Rivera cartel. If they ever found my stronghold, it would mean my death and that of all of my men.”

     “Cartel? Is that the family business that you inherited when your papa died? Don’t they deal in drugs, papa?”

     “It is and yes, we do deal in drugs. We need the drug trade to raise money to control the politicians and judges, not to mention that my cartel paid for your education. I’ve been sending your mama money to pay for the finest schools.”

     “But, papa, that’s illegal.”

     “I warned you when you asked what I do that if I answered, you could never leave here. My dream is to one day pass this business on to you, my only son. Join me, and we can both become wealthy beyond our wildest dreams. Refuse, and you will remain here as my prisoner. I will disown you as my son, and your cousin Santiago, my late brother’s son, will inherit.”

     “If I say yes, what will you expect me to do?”

     “I won’t sugarcoat it, son. You will have to kill men that I wish dead. Don’t worry, though. I have a man named Joaquin. He’s a trained killer and he’ll be your personal bodyguard as well as training you in the art of killing.”

     “I guess I’ll do it. I don’t really have a choice. When will I meet Joaquin?”

     “Right now. Joaquin, would you please come out and meet my son?”

     Antonio’s mouth almost dropped when he saw Joaquin. He looked to be in his mid-twenties, 6’4” and around 220 lbs with dark skin, brown hair and eyes. Tall, dark and handsome, just the way Antonio liked his men. Of course, he had no idea whether Joaquin was gay or straight, but he seemed to notice a slight bulge in Joaquin’s jeans.

     “Joaquin, this is my son, Antonio. He’s joining our cartel. Take him to the guesthouse. It will be his home while he’s here. You are to make sure that no harm comes to him, on pain of your death! Also, he will be joining you in killing our enemies. Train him well!”

     “Yes, SIR! You can depend on me, SIR!”

     Joaquin drove Antonio to the guesthouse. Antonio couldn’t believe his eyes. First, it was about five miles from his father’s house, and second, it was the size of a small mansion, with 10 spacious bedrooms.

     “Joaquin, are you sure this is papa’s guesthouse? It’s so far from his house.”

     “Yes, Antonio. Your father is a very powerful man, but he has powerful enemies. He has his main estate in the mountains, and about five years ago, he bought this one for emergencies. Until now, we’ve only used it when there was a war. He’s keeping you here, because he doesn’t want his enemies to know that he has a son, and that the son is here. They would kidnap you for ransom or worse!”

     “Then you must teach me to defend myself, and to kill! I’ve used a gun before, but never against a man.”

     “We will begin your training tomorrow. You have had quite a day. Let’s get some sleep.”

     “In which rooms will we sleep? There are so many?”

     “Only the master bedroom is furnished at the moment. We will sleep there.”

     “But there is only one bed, Joaquin!”

     “I saw the way your dick jumped when you met me, and I’m pretty sure you saw mine. We’re two gay men, we shall share the bed. Don’t worry, I won’t tell your father that his son is gay. You’re a very hot man, Antonio!”

     Antonio blushed and replied, “Thank you, Joaquin. You are exactly what I like in a boyfriend. Being so far from papa’s estate, we should have no problem hiding our sexuality.”

     “Okay, but first I know I need a drink. How about you?”

     “Sure, do you have vodka and cranberry juice?”

     “Are you kidding me? That’s my favorite drink! Man, we’re going to get along great!”

     Joaquin fixed the drinks, and afterwards Antonio said, “All right, stud! Let’s check out that bed!”

     The two young men went to bed, but got very little sleep that night, or many others for that matter. They had so much fun expressing their love for one another, that there was not much time for sleep. During the day, Joaquin worked with Antonio on his marksmanship, as well as teaching him how to restrain a man. At night, they made fireworks go off in their bed.

     A few weeks after he’d arrived in Mexico, Antonio was pulled aside by Joaquin. “We have a job to do for your papa.”

     “What is it, Joaquin?”

     “There is a man named Carlos Sevilla. He is a member of the Rivera cartel, but he has recently been moving in on our territory. Your papa wants us to find and execute him, and then send the body back to the Riveras.”

     “How do we find this man?”

     “He always eats lunch at a local restaurant, El Toro. We’ll take him captive as he returns to his car. Let’s go, my men have told me he arrived there about 10 minutes ago. One more thing, I don’t want him to know your name. We need an alias for you. I’ve got it. You’re going to be EL MUCHACHO!”

     “I like that! Now let’s go capture us a dirtbag!”

     They arrived at the restaurant, and parked next to a red Chevy Corvette. Antonio was behind the wheel of Joaquin’s car, with Joaquin in the passenger seat. About 10 minutes later, they saw a young Mexican leave the restaurant and walk towards the Corvette. As he put the key into the door lock, he felt Joaquin’s gun in his back.

     “Carlos, no false moves. Turn around VERY slowly, and get in the back seat of my car. You’re coming with us. We need to talk!”

     Carlos recognized Joaquin as one of the de la Montana cartel’s enforcers, and knew he was in trouble. But there was no way for him to reach the gun in its shoulder holster. He glumly got in the car, and then Joaquin slid in next to him. Joaquin quickly bound Carlos’ wrists behind his back with flex cuffs. He then patted down Carlos, found the gun and tossed it to the front seat. “OK, EL MUCHACHO, take us home. We’ve gotta deal with this garbage!”

     Carlos knew that he was in grave danger. “Please, amigos, I have a family. Let me go, and I’ll never encroach on your territory again. I promise on my wife and children! Just don’t kill me!”

     “You should have thought of them when you opened shop in our area. I’m not going to listen to you cry and plead all the way home.” And with that, he took some duct tape and wound it three times around Carlos’ mouth, gagging him. Soon, they pulled up to the house, and bundled Carlos inside, where they bound his arms and legs to a chair in one of the unused bedrooms. Both men put on brass knuckles, and then Joaquin ripped off the duct tape, causing Carlos to scream out in pain. He then did something that left Carlos no doubt that he’d never leave that room alive, he took his knife, and cut away all of Carlos’ clothes, leaving him naked.

      Meanwhile, Antonio finally took a minute to look over the poor unfortunate man in front of him who’d made such a fatal error. Carlos was about 6’2” and 220 lbs with a dark complexion, and brown hair and eyes. He looked at Carlos’ drivers license and saw that he was 26 years old. So young and hot, and now doomed to die this day.

     “No! Please! Don’t kill me! I’ll leave; I’ll leave the country. I’ll do anything!”

     “Tell us who approved of you opening in our territory!” said Joaquin.

     “I did it on my own. No one approved it!”

     “Liar! Maybe this will jog your memory!” and Joaquin punched Carlos in his rock hard abs, causing him to grunt in pain.

     When Carlos didn’t give a reply, Joaquin told Antonio to work him over. Antonio had only practiced his skills with the brass knuckles on mannequins before, but this was a living, breathing man. Still, he had been taught well, and he immediately went to work, pummeling Carlos with a barrage of punches to the head, chest, abs and dick and balls. He even broke a few of Carlos’ teeth. When he stopped, Carlos was black and blue, and was bleeding from the mouth.

     Joaquin then grabbed Carlos by the face and said, “Look, you can tell us or not. We both know that you’d never make that move without Juan Rivera’s personal OK. So cut the crap, just tell us, and it can all be over!”

     “If I tell you what you want to know, you will let me go? I can’t go back to Rivera anyway, he’d kill me for telling!”

     “Sure, Carlos. Tell us, and we’ll release you!”

     “Gracias! You are right, Juan Rivera, the head of the Rivera cartel personally approved the move. Now please release me! You promised!”

     Antonio pulled Joaquin aside. “We can’t release him. Papa would never approve.”

     “Antonio, I said I’d release him, I never said I’d let him go. We’re gonna release him, right into hell! Remember what I taught you. Your special way to execute a punk. One shot in each breast, and the coup-de-gras, a bullet right between the eyes. Now do it, lover!”

      Antonio drew his gun, and slowly approached Carlos. Seeing this, Carlos began to beg for his life. “No, you promised to release me! Don’t kill me!”

     Antonio pulled the trigger and fired into Carlos’ right breast, collapsing his right lung. Carlos began coughing up blood. Antonio then fired into Carlos’ left breast, missing the heart, but collapsing that lung as well. Carlos sagged in his bonds, as it became hard to breathe. Antonio grabbed Carlos by the hair, and pulled his head up. He put the muzzle of the gun right between his eyes, said, “this is how we deal with punks like you”, and fired the fatal bullet into his brain. They then called a few of the lesser soldiers in the cartel, who collected Carlos’ body, and returned it to the Corvette, where it was found the next morning. Attached was a note saying, STAY OUT OF OUR TERRITORY and signed EL MUCHACHO!

     For the next two years, Antonio and Joaquin continued to act as enforcers for the de la Montana cartel by day, while sharing a bed at night. Juan Rivera was beside himself. He had to find out who EL MUCHACHO was, and eliminate him. Unknown to him, however, there was another man equally anxious to remove EL MUCHACHO from the scene. Santiago de la Montana, once his uncle Jorge’s right hand man and heir, had now seen his cousin Antonio supplant him in both categories. He had expensive tastes and needed his inheritance in order to keep up his lifestyle. Suddenly, an evil plan came to him. He knew where Antonio and Joaquin lived, and vowed to deliver them to Juan Rivera himself.

     Juan Rivera had posted a reward of one million US dollars for the man who would deliver EL MUCHACHO into his grasp. He was tired of his men being picked off and murdered. One day, one of his lieutenants, Guillermo Diaz, came into his private office. “SIR! I have news. A man has offered to lead up to EL MUCHACHO!”

    “What? Who is this man, and can he be trusted?”

    “You will need to find out if he can be trusted. It is Santiago de la Montana, formerly de la Montana’s top lieutenant and heir.”

     “Why would he want to betray his boss? I don’t like it!”

     “According to my information, EL MUCHACHO is de la Montana’s long-lost son. He’s now supplanted Santiago de la Montana as heir to their cartel! But he doesn’t want the million dollars. He wants to be named head of that cartel, once you have eliminated EL MUCHACHO and his father. Naturally, he understands that YOU will be head of the main cartel, with his just a branch of yours.”

     “Set up a meeting at one of our restaurants. Tell him no bodyguards, just him and me. Naturally, you’ll have some of your best men undercover and armed in case anything goes wrong!”

     “As you wish, SIR! I’ll get the message to him. Hopefully, very soon, you will head the ONLY cartel in Southwest Mexico!”

     A few days later, Juan Rivera and Santiago de la Montana met for lunch at La Tomatilla, a restaurant controlled by Rivera. Unknown to Santiago de la Montana, everyone in the restaurant except him was armed and in the pay of Juan Rivera.

    “My lieutenant tells me you can deliver EL MUCHACHO and Joaquin to me. What’s in it for you? Why betray your uncle?”

     “My uncle betrayed me! My papa was killed in a power struggle with Uncle Jorge when my grandfather died. I was next in line to inherit, but I was just a boy. Uncle Jorge promised me that he’d treat me as his son, and that I would inherit once he died. Now, he’s found his precious son, Antonio, who now uses the name, EL MUCHACHO. Suddenly, I’ve been pushed off to the side and EL MUCHACHO is now his heir. I know that when I deliver EL MUCHACHO and his lover, Joaquin, into your power, that you will torture them until they betray Uncle Jorge. Kill all of them, but I want to be named the new head of the de la Montana cartel. I will call a halt to the war, and act as your subject. Do we have a deal?”

     “How do I know that you can deliver them to my power?”

     “Send two of your men with me. I know where the guesthouse is where they live. They’ll wait in the car. I’ll go to the door, and give them a bottle of vodka, a gift from EL MUCHACHO’S papa. Both men love vodka and cranberry juice before retiring to bed for some hot gay sex. The vodka will be laced with a strong sleeping draught. Within 10 minutes, both men will be naked and passed out on the bed in the master bedroom. Once they’re out cold, I’ll use my master key to open the door, and then your men can go in, bind and gag them, and bring them to you!”

     “Would you like to assist in their torture and execution, and witness the execution of your Uncle Jorge?”

     “Oh, yes! But how could that be done?”

     “When EL MUCHACHO and Joaquin are taken captive, you return with them to my headquarters in the valley.”

      “You have a deal, Mr. Rivera! I hereby pledge my undying loyalty to you and to the Rivera cartel!”

     A week later, the plan was ready for action. Santiago de la Montana had two of Rivera’s goons drive him to the guesthouse where EL MUCHACHO and Joaquin lived. It was about 10pm. There were no neighbors for miles, the house was very secluded. Santiago got out of the car, approached the door and rang the bell. Antonio came to the door.

     “Santiago, it’s late! Why are you here? Has something happened to papa?”

     “Relax, cousin. Your papa is in excellent health. He’s very happy with the skill that you and Joaquin dispatch his enemies. As a reward, he asked me to bring you a bottle of vodka. He knows how much you and Joaquin both love vodka and cranberry juice!”

     “Santiago, are you kidding me. This bottle is Billionaire Vodka, the most expensive vodka in the world. No one knows how it’s made, and the bottle is covered in thousands of diamonds and Swarovski crystals. One bottle costs $3.7 million US!”

     “Yeah, that’s what your papa paid. He said nothing was too good for his son!”

     “WOW! Tell papa how grateful I am, Santiago!”

     “Oh, I’ll be sure he gets the message!”

     “Thanks. Now, excuse me. I can’t wait to share this with Joaquin!”

     “Sure, cousin. It’s late anyway. Sleep well!”

     Antonio closed the door, and excitedly told Joaquin about the wonderful gift.

     “We can’t wait, Joaquin! We must try this vodka out tonight! Imagine the hot sex we’ll have!”

     “I agree, Antonio! I’ve got two glasses here, and here’s the cranberry juice. Pour the vodka and we’ll drink a toast to your papa!”

     Both men raised their glasses, and Antonio said “A toast to papa! The best papa a man could have!”

    They clinked glasses together and downed the contents. They then hurried into the master bedroom and undressed. They got into the bed, but suddenly Antonio and Joaquin sensed that something was wrong.

    “Joaquin, I feel very warm and sleepy. Do you?”

    “Yes, Antonio, but I think it is just the excitement. Let’s make love, that always wakes us up!”

     “You are right, Joaquin. We’ll be fine once we begin…………….” His voice trailed off as he lost consciousness. Unknown to him, Joaquin had also passed out from the drugged vodka. Santiago, hearing no sounds, used his master key and unlocked the front door. He crept down the hallway to the master bedroom and peeked in. There on the bed were EL MUCHACHO and Joaquin, both very naked and very passed out! He quickly retreated to the car, and got Rivera’s men to follow him back to the bedroom.

     Once there, they wasted no time. They quickly bound EL MUCHACHO and Joaquin hand and foot, and gagged them with their own underwear. They then took the men out to the car, and dumped them into the trunk. Before leaving, they spread gasoline throughout the house, and lit a delayed fuse. It was set to ignite the gasoline and destroy the house 10 minutes after they’d left the area. They then returned to Juan Rivera’s headquarters, and took both men down to the dungeon, where they were tied to chairs and left until morning, when Juan Rivera himself would preside over their torture and execution. Two guards were left with the men, who had their gags removed, since the dungeon was soundproof.

     When Montana’s men arrived the next morning and found the house in ruins, they thought at first that both men had perished in the flames. But there was an outbuilding on the property that had not been burned. In the outbuilding was a note addressed to Jorge de la Montana. The note read as follows. “De la Montana, we have your son, Antonio and his bodyguard Joaquin! If you want to see either of them alive again, retire and turn over all operations of your cartel to me. Otherwise, both your son and his bodyguard are dead men! Signed, Juan Rivera”.

     The next morning, the door to the dungeon opened and Antonio and Joaquin were greeted by Juan Rivera, Rivera’s top lieutenant, Guillermo Diaz, and much to their surprise, Santiago de la Montana, Antonio’s papa’s top lieutenant. Antonio blurted out, “Santiago! How could you betray your family?”

     Before Santiago could reply, one of the guards punched Antonio in the gut, knocking the wind out of him. “Don’t speak unless you’re spoken too, scum!”

     Joaquin couldn’t stand seeing his lover abused. “Hey, you leave him alone!”  He also received a punch to the gut for his troubles. Rivera then gave a hand signal for the guards to gag the two men for now, which was quickly accomplished.

     Rivera walked up to Antonio and grabbed him by the hair. Looking into his face, he said, “So this is the great EL MUCHACHO! His papa’s top enforcer! Now I find out he’s just a sissy fag! I wonder what your papa would say if he knew?” As he released his grip on Antonio’s hair, he spat in his face.

     Now he approached Joaquin and grabbed a handful of his hair so that their eyes met. “And this is Joaquin, who has been bodyguard and enforcer for both the papa and the pup, and now also turns out to be the pup’s fag lover! How does it feel to have a pup as a lover? You’re as pathetic as he is!” He then spat in Joaquin’s face as he released his grip on his hair.

     “Now listen to me. I’m going to order your gags removed. Don’t bother yelling, this room is soundproof. I want the exact location of your papa’s headquarters. We can do this the easy way or the hard way. It’s up to you! But trust me, you WILL give me the information that I require! OK, guards, remove their gags!”

     Antonio spoke as soon as his gag was removed. “Go to HELL, Rivera! Neither Joaquin nor I will ever betray my papa. You may as well kill us now!”

     Rivera turned to Joaquin. “Your lover is a stupid man, but he’s only been in the cartel for 2 years. You, however, came up through the ranks and understand better the way that things work. Tell me where his headquarters is, and you shall go free. I may even find a job for you in my cartel.”

     “Fuck you, Rivera! I’ve said the same thing to many men to get information I needed, then I killed them anyway. We both know that Antonio and I aren’t leaving this room alive. So cut the crap! We ain’t telling you a damn thing!”

     “Oh, I do abhor violence. Well, since you’ve both shown how stupid you are, I’m going to have to get the information the hard way. Santiago, inject this drug into Joaquin’s arm. Don’t worry; it’s just a mild sedative. We’ll need you asleep before we continue on to your torture!”

     A guard held Joaquin still as Santiago injected the drug into his arm. Within a minute, Joaquin lowered his head and began snoring.

     Antonio looked to the ceiling and saw two chains hanging down, and two more on the floor. The guards unbound Joaquin, and first attached his wrists to the two restraints hanging down. Then they attached his ankles to the other two restraints. Once he was secured, they turned on a motor, which slowly raised his body higher until it was taut between the two sets of chains. His naked body was facing Antonio. Rivera and the others then waited for Joaquin to awaken from the drug’s effects. It took about 30 minutes for that to happen.

     Once it did, Rivera turned and addressed both men. “This is your last chance. Tell me what I want to know, or two of my best men will begin taking their sparring practice, using Joaquin as their punching bag!” Neither man replied, but just looked at Rivera in stony silence.

     “Very well. Let me introduce you to Miguel and Roberto. They’re both former heavyweight boxers, who had to give up their careers when they killed opponents in the ring. Today, they’re going to be using weighted gloves, very illegal, but then again, the law has no power here. Miguel, Roberto, begin!”

     With that, the two thugs took up position, one in front of Joaquin and one behind him. They began punching him all over, in the face, chest, back, kidneys, butt and genitals. At first, his dick was hard and erect, but when his balls took a direct hit, his dick went limp and his balls retreated into his gut. They continued the barrage non-stop for 15 minutes. When they stopped, Joaquin was bleeding from cuts all over his black and blue body. One eye was swollen shut. He was missing several teeth.

    “Well, Antonio, how do you like your lover now? Tell me what I need to know and tell me now! Or must I move on to further destruction of your lover’s body?”

     “No, (gasp), Antonio, don’t tell him. We’re dead anyway! At least save your papa’s life.”

     “Antonio, I understand that before you came to Mexico, you were majoring in Microbiology. Is that right?”

     “Yes. But what does that have to do with this?”

     “Earlier, I injected Joaquin with a sleeping drug. Do you see this syringe in my hands? It is loaded with a very pathogenic microbe. This microbe will travel through a man’s bloodstream until it reaches his dick, balls and ass. Once there, it will feed on them from the inside, dissolving them very painfully and slowly. It’s one of the most painful ways to kill a man. He’ll die screaming nonstop and in terror! Now, tell me or I will personally inject Joaquin!”

     “He’s bluffing, Antonio!”

     “I’m not sure. There is such a microbe, I’ve studied it. Rivera, if I tell you where my papa’s headquarters are located, will you let Joaquin and I go? We’ll swear an oath never to return to Mexico, or seek revenge for what you will do to my papa.”

     “Yes, now tell me the coordinates of your papa’s headquarters!”

     “You know, I don’t think I will. At least not yet. I know that the microbe exists, but how do I know that is what’s in the syringe. I need proof that it’s really in the syringe. Prove it to me, and I’ll betray my papa.”

     “Very well. I have enough in that syringe to kill three men. Enrico, come forward!”

     A young man, about 21 years old with an olive complexion and brown hair and eyes standing 6’ tall and weighing 180 approached Rivera. “Yes, sir. What do you want of me?”

     “Enrico, you’ve been with the cartel only for a month. Please strip and then sit in that chair!” Rivera pointed to one of two empty chairs in the dungeon. Enrico obeyed without question.

     “Miguel, Roberto and Santiago, bind Enrico securely in the chair. Make sure his bonds are tight, so that he cannot escape.”

     As the men began to tie him, Enrico struggled and asked Rivera why he was being bound. Rivera told him that one sign of a good soldier is to never question an order from the head of the cartel. Enrico relaxed and allowed himself to be bound. Once that job was complete, Rivera addressed Miguel and Roberto again. “Miguel and Roberto, seize Santiago, strip him, and bind him into the empty chair!”

     Santiago began struggling and yelled at Rivera. “What the fuck are you doing? We had a deal! I was going to take over the de la Montana cartel and run it as arm of your cartel!” However, being no match for Miguel and Roberto, Santiago soon found himself naked and bound.

    “Santiago, you are a traitor! You betrayed your uncle and cousin to me, and in time you would have betrayed me as well. Sorry, but I can’t allow you to live! Antonio, you wanted proof, here is your proof.”

     With that, Rivera walked up to Enrico, took an alcohol swab from his pocket and moistened the skin of Enrico’s left arm. The syringe was filled to the three cubic centimeters level, with marks at every cubic centimeter. He punctured Enrico’s skin and injected one cubic centimeter of the solution. For about a minute, nothing happened, but then the microbes reached Enrico’s balls, dick and ass. Instantly, he began screaming in tremendous pain as the microbes began devouring their food. His private area turned black and blue and then the skin began to slough off. Within 10 minutes, there was a gory, bloody empty hole where his dick and balls used to be, and he began to sink down in the chair, due to his ass decaying. His face was a mask of terror, and as he died from the effects of the microbes, his mouth was frozen in a silent scream!

     Witnessing the destruction of Enrico, Santiago began struggling like crazy to get free and crying rivers of tears. Rivera coldly approached with the alcohol swab and syringe, and the sight frightened Santiago so much that a river of piss ran down his legs and pooled at his feet! Ignoring the mess, Rivera decided to prolong Santiago’s agony. Instead of injecting the deadly microbes in Santiago’s arm, he injected Santiago in the back of his hand. This increased the distance the microbes had to travel before reaching their ultimate goal. Santiago kept struggling for about 5 minutes, as the deadly mixture lazily coursed through his veins. He was begging someone to shoot him, and put him out of his misery before the microbes did their work. It was shocking seeing someone who had instilled fear in everyone he met, to suddenly be so afraid himself! All of a sudden, he froze in position. It only lasted a second, and then he began issuing the most bloodcurdling scream that anyone in the room had ever heard. It was even worse than Enrico’s terror-filled screams. Santiago’s cock was 10 “ erect and his balls the size of ostrich eggs. His cock grew to its full length as the microbes began their work. It took the microbes half an hour to devour his package, long after his ass had been destroyed! Finally, he collapsed into the arms of death, with tears running down his hard face.

     “Miguel, Roberto, take this trash and dump it in the septic tank. Maybe they’ll make good fertilizer! And now, Antonio, I have one dose left. Do I use it on your lover, Joaquin, or do you give me the coordinates of your father’s headquarters? You have 10 seconds to decide!”

     “Joaquin, I have no choice! I can’t let him inject you with that dreadful microbe cocktail! OK, Rivera, you win. I’ll give you the coordinates to papa’s headquarters. Only, please, let us live. We’ll never return to Mexico, we’ll move to somewhere far away, maybe Australia!”

     “You have a deal! Now, no more stalling, I need those coordinates!”

      “Very well. Forgive me, papa! I’ll always love you. His headquarters is located in Creel, Mexico, and the coordinates are 27°45′08.13″N 107°38′04.59″W. What will become of him?”

     “This part of Mexico is too small for both cartels to exist. Watch the monitors, and you will see soon enough what happens to your dear papa, boy!”

     Antonio and Joaquin turned to face the TV monitor. The first thing they saw on the screen was a small, unmanned plane. The GPS coordinates of the plane were displayed on the screen as well. As it neared the coordinates that Antonio had given Rivera, the plane released a GPS controlled missile. The missile descended into Creel, Mexico and they could see the city below as the missile descended. It exploded at the exact coordinates given to Rivera by Antonio. There was a gigantic explosion, and suddenly where there had been a large gathering of buildings, nothing remained except a gigantic five-mile-wide crater!

     “No! PAPA! You’ve killed my papa!!!!”

     “Well, to be accurate, Antonio, I’ve killed your papa and every member of his cartel! Well, every member except two! And now, I must finish what I’ve started and kill those two as well!”

     “What two are left? What are you talking about? I’ve given you the coordinates for my late papa’s cartel headquarters. Now release us as you promised!”

     Joaquin spoke up. “Antonio, I don’t think he ever intended to free us. We’re too big a threat. I’m sorry this happened, but face it, lover, we’re both dead men walking!”

     “NO! You can’t kill us! You promised, Rivera!”

     Rivera smiled coldly and replied, “I lied! Guards, inject them both with the sleeping draught again, then take them to the gallows!”

     The guards put the two condemned men to sleep, then slung them over their shoulders and carried them to the gallows. When Antonio and Joaquin awoke, they were standing naked at the bottom of a gallows with their arms bound behind their backs. They were forced up the 13 steps at gunpoint, and each man forced to stand upon a spot where an “X” had been drawn. Neither man was gagged, nor was a blindfold provided. Rivera himself walked up behind each man, lowered a 13-coil noose from above, placed it around the man’s neck and pulled it snug. He then asked each man if they had a final statement. Antonio spoke first.

     “I hope you rot in HELL, Rivera. Our deaths and those of our loved ones WILL be avenged! Joaquin, even though we are about to die, my love for you will never die! I LOVE YOU!”

     “How touching, but I think you will be in HELL long before me, boy! Now does your fag lover have anything to say before he dies?”

     “I won’t waste my breath on you, you bastard! Antonio, I’m sorry that you were dragged into this. I’ll love you for all eternity!”

     “I’ve heard enough! It’s time for you two to join the rest of your cartel in HELL! Do say hello to Satan for me!” And with that, Rivera pulled the lever. However, instead of dropping the men and breaking their necks, only the floor beneath them gave way. They didn’t drop even an inch, but began to slowly strangle on their respective nooses. Their legs began kicking and peddling as they reached in vain for the floor that was not there. It looked almost like they were riding bicycles. Their mouths opened and closed almost like fish trying to breathe. Their cocks grew to their full 9” erections and began dripping pre-cum. After about five minutes, their bodies had turned from a healthy tone, to a bluish color, and their tongues turned blue as well, and began protruding from their mouths. Suddenly, both men stopped gyrating and became very still. As soon as that happened, both men shot huge ropes of cum from their erect dicks. Their heads hung limply, and you could see blood pooling in the lower parts of their extremities. Their final act was to release a shower of yellow piss from their dicks, which then ran down their legs and then there was a stench as their bowels, no longer controlled by their dead bodies, voided its contents.

     Rivera turned to his guards. “I’m going to get me a bite to eat. I’m sure they’re dead, but leave the bodies hanging for one hour to be sure. Hose them down, then cut the ropes and bring the bodies off the scaffold. Leave the nooses around their necks. Take them outside; the others have already dug a grave for them. It’s six feet deep, seven feet long and four feet wide. Put them in the grave face down, with the nooses still around their necks. No, I don’t care which guy is first in the grave. Once they’re in, pour an entire sack of lime on top of them. I want those bodies destroyed totally. Then cover them up, and come inside. I’m sure the news will be full of details of the bombing into oblivion of the de la Montana cartel. I’ll supply the popcorn!”