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 South American Cock Torment

   Andy Douglas was seventeen even though he only looked much younger. 
Five seven, he had a nice balance of slim waist, good shoulders and a neat,
tight butt.  Plenty of sport and exercise in the open air had given him a
great tan and a body with good muscular definition including a modest
six-pack.  The sun had also bleached his shock of naturally blonde hair. 
Coupled with pale blue eyes and a ready smile he looked good and
attractive...and he knew it.

   He liked girls, but they didn't interest him in that way.  For him the
real pleasure came from other guys, specially those older, more mature men
who knew the ways to build and prolong a guy's fucking pleasure.  Not that
the fun was all one-way, Andy knew how to make a guy cum real hard too.  In
the last few months he'd discovered the harder side of gay sex...enjoying
it more when the men with him were dominant and controlling...even hurting
him and forcing him to cum again even when he pleaded for them to leave his
poor cock and balls alone.

   Since they found out he was gay his family didn't want to know where he
was, or what he was doing.  Three months ago he'd managed to wangle enough
money from his dad to set off backpacking in South America and he'd not
been in touch since.  Sure, he'd had some rough times, especially in those
places where the authorities took a dislike to students generally, but
there had always been someone willing to help in return for some cock fun.

   Miguel Santos was the latest of Andy's special friends.  In his early
thirties he had those dark Latino good looks that really turned Andy on. 
They'd enjoyed some good times in the last few days and things had got
really hot last night.  Still tired and cock-sore, the two of them sprawled
on loungers on a pleasantly empty beach, dozing in the early South American
sun.

   Pretending to be asleep, Andy studied Miguel from behind his dark
glasses.  He was in great shape, slim, muscled and toned.  He was
definitely a man who liked being in charge.  Andy got a thrill out of the
fact that there something dangerous about him.  He had a quick temper and
he knew some really hard people.  He took Andy to places where the police
didn't go, or if they did it was only with backup and heavy protection.

   Andy's eyes kept returning to the thick bulge in Miguel's black speedos.
He caught his breath as he eased his own still tender penis inside the
confines of his tight white trunks as thoughts of last night made him
suddenly throbbing, hard and erect once again.  He winced as his foreskin
rolled back and his fingers touched the still too-sensitive glans and he
had to do another furtive shuffle to try and get a bit more comfortable.

   It had started early evening even before they went to the club for some
fun.  Both of them were naked.  Miguel was lying back on the bed with his
head propped up on two pillows as he watched the young American working his
mouth and lips round the seven upcurving inches of his circumcised cock. 
Andy squirmed as he remembered how he had knelt on all fours on the bed
facing Miguel's feet.  He'd braced his arms on either side of Miguel's hips
so he could slide the whole, thick cock deep into his throat each time he
lowered his head.

   He was in that position because he was obeying Miguel's orders.  Not
that there were any words.  The older man's right hand was between Andy's
legs toying with the teenager's dangling cock and balls and giving the
teenager very clear signals.  Miguel had forefinger and thumb encircling
the shaft of the Andy's eight inch uncut cock.  Just by tightening his grip
a little then slowly stretching the skin back down the shaft so the shiny,
slippery glans of Andy's penis reared up was enough to make Andy lean
forwards to let Miguel's cock head push over his tongue and down into the
back of his throat.

   Miguel groaned with pleasure as the hot, wet warmth sheathed him.  He
gripped and pulled as hard as possible, keeping the teenager's cock
stretched painfully taut.  Andy obediently deep-throated him until the mat
of coarse black hairs at Miguel's groin was rubbing against his lips and
nose.  Only when the teenager started to gag and struggle did Miguel relent
and let forefinger and thumb slide slowly back up the shaft of Andy's cock,
rolling the skin back over the throbbing head.

   That was the signal that Andy was allowed to lift his head up until
Miguel's penis bobbed free, only connected to the teenager's open mouth by
his eagerly flicking tongue and strings of thick, drooling mucus.  Smiling,
Miguel would allow Andy few precious deep breaths then the controlling
fingers would tighten, stretching the teen's cock skin very slowly down the
shaft again.  Giving a gasp at the delicious pleasure-pain Andy bent his
head and let the thick, slippery cock fill his mouth and throat once more.

   Of course, every time Andy hesitated Miguel's fingers would curl around
the soft skin of the teenager's scrotum.  Just a gently squeezing
pressure...but the warning was clear.  Miguel loved tormenting a boy's
testicles, listening to the moans and gasps of indrawn breath as he made
those tender balls throb and ache while his victim squirmed
helplessly...aching and throbbing but so desperate to cum.

   The long, slow face fucking went on and on, Miguel controlling the tempo
while every so often torturing Andy a little more by keeping his foreskin
rolled back so he could stroke and finger the slippery exposed head of the
teenager's iron-hard cock making Andy squirm and gasp even more at the
extra torment his abused penis was getting.

   Finally the deep-throat stimulation had been too much for Miguel and he
had come off the bed to push Andy's shoulders down, positioning the
teenager with his buttocks raised and knees spread wide so he could slide
his hard, wet cock into the tight ring of the teenager's anus.  Andy loved
it.  Being so open and helpless plus that wonderful feeling as the smooth,
slippery cock head stretched him wider and wider.  He nearly came when the
head of Miguel's cock popped inside his anal ring but then there was the
thrill of feeling the thick shaft sliding into the tight sheath of his
rectum, inch by inch as Miguel took time to enjoy his slow impalement of
the American teen.

   Then they'd gone to the club...

   With those images and remembering what he'd seen and done at the club
later making him even harder, Andy eased the shaft of his cock again inside
his trunks trying to get comfortable, wriggling on the lounger and taking a
quick glance round to see that he wasn't being too obvious.  He flushed red
as he realised that Miguel had been watching him all the time, then grinned
and flexed his hips so the taut, tented fabric of his trunks was even more
obvious.

   Miguel nodded towards the tented bulge in the teen's trunks.  `Thinking
about the show last night, eh, Andy?'

   Andy was about to shake his head when he realised that the club they'd
visited later on had been on his mind too...very much on his mind.

   `Nah...I mean yeah, oh yeah, that was hot, real hot...some of those
scenes...and the guys, you know the one who had his balls tied with those
straps...and the one the big guy paddled while the other one used the
vibrator on his cock...Oh fuck that was so hot!'

   `You like that, I could feel it!' He chuckled, `What about the young guy
they tied down on that frame to fuck in the ass...?' He grinned, `you'd be
good at that, I know.'

   Andy smirked and arched his hips so the bulge was even more obvious. 
`But the best bit was after that...  when they kept on jerking him off,
that was even better...he must have cum at least three times and his cock
was still hard.'

   `I think it was four...  They gave him something before...you know,
those tablets...the blue ones...'

   `You mean.  Viagra?'

   `Yes, those, and a little extra too...' He paused and looked at the
white trunks and the obvious evidence of Andy's arousal.  `You really liked
that yes?' Andy nodded.  `Not just watching...you wanted to take his place,
I think yes?'

   There was a pause, then Andy nodded slowly...yes, he had wanted to be
the one being held down...his cock spurting into the air...then knowing
that the men tormenting him were going to keep on and on...stroking and
rubbing his penis, fingers playing with his balls and sliding deep into his
anus so that, no matter how loudly he screamed or how much he struggled, he
would be forced to cum again...  and again.

   `That boy thought he wanted it too...at first.  But when he'd had
enough, after the second time they made him cum...you saw his face.' He
smiled again, `and heard the noises he made when they went on playing with
his cock...those loud noises.  How he cried and screamed when he realised
they weren't going to stop.' He smiled at Andy's flushed face and parted
lips and shrugged.  `Last night was nothing special.  No one let things go
too far...

   Miguel looked at the flushed and aroused teenager and paused, his voice
suddenly hard and serious.  `I tell you, Andy, down here someone like you
needs to be careful, very careful.  You've been very lucky so far,
especially as you like your men to be,' he searched for the right word,
`more hard with you, yes?' Andy nodded.  `But here sometimes there is a
special kind of private party where there are no rules, no protection for a
pretty young boy on his own, you understand?'

   Andy looked puzzled.  `Not really, what do you mean?'

   Miguel leaned forwards.  `I mean that a nice Americano boy like you
might find himself in real bad trouble.  You need to think about it, Andy.
Look at you, blonde hair and blue eyes...a good body and a nice big cock to
work on...a nice big boy's cock.  We have many men who like harder shows
than you see at the club, private shows where they think it's funny when a
pretty boy screams `please stop...no more' when he can't do anything to
make them stop.'

   Andy protested.  `I can look after myself...I'm not a kid you know!'

   `Andy, Andy...don't be stupid, pretty boys like you disappear all the
time.  Many of these men were in the police or the army, some still are. 
It gives them and extra thrill, makes them extra hard to hear a nice,
pretty boy screaming and crying as they work on him.' He paused and leaned
back on the lounger.  `I think some of those kind of men were at the club
last night.  Such men have money and know the right people so they can do
what they want - no questions asked.'

   He paused.  `We don't go back there tonight.  Time we went somewhere
else anyway, somewhere out of town.  I think both will be safer if we do
not attract to much attention from such men.'

   Andy nodded, but secretly he was wondering what it might be like to be
at one of those `private' parties and in the hands of the kind of men
Miguel had just warned him about.

   That evening, on a deserted stretch of road a few miles outside town, he
found out.

   There was no warning, just two cars pulling alongside and forcing
Miguel's open jeep into the side of the road.  Miguel swore then started to
say something when he was hit and slumped forward dazed.  He was dragged
out and pushed into the first car.  The passenger door was wrenched open;
two men grabbed Andy, pulled him out and pushed him into the second one. 
Ten seconds later the cars had driven off leaving one man behind.  He
calmly climbed into Miguel's jeep, did a U-turn and sped off back to town.

   There were a people around and a number of cars and trucks on the
road...but no one saw anything or reported anything.  They never did, life
was longer and healthier that way.

   Andy Douglas didn't see anything either.  Once in the car a gun was
pushed into his ribs and one of the men said, `no noise...no
fuss...understand?' As he nodded a cloth pad that smelled sickly sweet was
pressed over his nose and mouth and seconds later the world went dark.

   He woke up lying on a sofa in a comfortable room that looked like the
lounge of a rich man's villa.  He sat up but had to stay still for a few
moments as the after effects of the chloroform made him dizzy.  He was
still dressed although the short-sleeved cotton shirt had become untucked
and his wallet and passport were missing from his jeans pocket.  Somewhere
he'd lost his sandals and his feet were bare.

   There was a man watching him.

   `Ah, Mr Douglas, welcome and my apologies for the way you were brought
here.' The man who spoke was tall, in his fifties Andy thought, and looked
like someone who enjoyed giving orders.  He had short, bristled hair, a
clipped moustache and even though he was wearing a soft cotton shirt and
black trousers it was easy to imagine him in some kind of military or
police uniform.  His English was excellent.

   `Where am I?  Why am I here?  What's happened to my friend, Miguel?  I
saw someone hit him, is he hurt?' He bent forward coughing, his throat dry
and rasping from the effects of the chloroform.  He tried to leap to his
feet but had to sit down abruptly as another wave of nausea and coughing
made him sweat.

   The man watched him for a moment then picked up a glass of fruit juice
and held towards him.  `Here Mr Douglas, drink this, you'll feel better.'
Andy Douglas's throat was so dry he drained the glass in two quick gulps.
The juice was cold and soothing, smooth with just a hint of tartness. 
Intent on his own discomfort the teenager did not notice the quick
interchange of glances between the men.  Without thinking he held the glass
out for a refill.  The man smiled, flicked his fingers and someone came
forward and the glass was refilled immediately.  This time Andy sipped the
juice and took his time to look around.

   He was about to say something else when he realised that there were two
men, standing at the side of the room watching him intently.  He could see
them clearly.  Both wore a singlet and tight black shorts, the stretch
fabric taut so Andy couldn't miss the obvious bulges.  Both men were in
their twenties, heavily muscled, their straight black hair pulled back into
ponytails and their deep olive skins shiny with oil.  Andy could feel his
cock rising and stiffening as his body responded to the cruel excitement in
their eyes as they stared at him.

   The man smiled as he saw the teenager open is mouth, look round then
change his mind and close it again.  Miguel was right, Carlos Mendoza
thought as he studied the dazed looking teenager.  The blonde hair and
those blue eyes...it will be a pleasure to see this one naked downstairs.
He looks fit...should take a lot of punishment...it'll make a change to
hear one screaming in English.'

   `All those questions, Mr Douglas, I mean Andy.' He smiled with all the
sincerity of a used car salesman's promise.  `I can call you Andy can't I?'
He didn't wait for the teenager to answer.  `Andy, you're here because a
couple of my friends saw you at one of my clubs last night and they thought
you were the kind of young man who would enjoy taking part in one of my
special private parties.

   And your friend, Miguel is fine.  He hopes you enjoy the evening.  He
regrets but remembered he had another urgent appointment and had to leave
while we waited for you to wake up.' Again, the smile was wide but didn't
touch his eyes.  His tongue traced across thin lips.  `Now, if you are
recovered, shall we go downstairs?'

   He put out a hand and helped Andy stand up.  He stroked his fingers down
the teenager's cheek.  `You like men, grown up men, don't you, Andy, and
the things they do...the special, private things?' The hand traced down
over the teenager's shirt pausing only to allow a brief caress of the
teenager's small erect nipple through the thin fabric.  Andy nodded.  `But
really, you want to find out how men like that play with pretty boys when
there are no foolish club rules to get in the way...  and you want to join
in...  to try those things you watched last night...try them for yourself
and more.' He paused, `I'm right, aren't I Andy?'

   Still bemused and disoriented Andy didn't say anything but just stared
stupidly down at the man's hand on his chest.

   `I...I...Gaaaaaah!' Andy shuddered and gasped with pain as the man
pinched the teenager's nipple between forefinger and thumb, a hard,
deliberate pinch that whitened his knuckles as he squeezed the little
lozenge of flesh.

   `Oh Andy I'm so disappointed, it's impolite not to answer properly when
your host asks a question.' Finger and thumb twisted slowly one way then
another until tears trickled down Andy's cheeks.  He lifted his hand and
Andy stretched up onto his toes.  `Now you give me an answer.  You want to
feel what it's like when the men are in control...don't you?'

   The teenager's head bobbed madly, `Yes...p-p-please...yes...p-please I
was...  aaaah...  after last night...  naaaaah...i-i-it was so
h-hot...p-please!'

   `Hot?'

   The fingers moved downwards and the man cupped the prominent bulge in
the front of the teenager's jeans.

   He smiled.  `Oh I see...seeing these things makes you hard I
think...don't they?' The man's hand moved; fondling the soft weight of his
testicles before fingertips moved again and stroked along the thick, raised
line of Andy's imprisoned cock.  `Ah that's good Andy, very good, Miguel
was right, such things make you hard and excited...very excited.  We're
going to have a real good time with you.'

   The two younger men smiled, their teeth white in the dimness of the big
room.  At a signal they moved to stand near a big arched opening. 
Ex-Colonel Carlos Mendoza touched the teenager's arm and Andy moved
obediently towards the archway.  He was breathing hard, part fear, part
arousal and excitement.

   But also, although he didn't know it, he was beginning to feel the first
effects of the stimulant cocktail of Viagra and other things that he'd
drunk with the innocent looking fruit juice.  Things that would keep his
cock achingly hard for hours but would also increase the sensitivity of his
nerve endings.

   Andy Douglas's cock torment was about to begin.

   The Colonel smiled again as he saw the sheen of sweat across Andy's
forehead.  He gripped the teen's upper arm guiding him towards the archway.
`Don't be shy, Andy, we're experts, we know all about having fun playing
with boys.  It's down this way,' he whispered in the quivering teenager's
ear.

   Andy wanted to ease the aching hardness of his erection but knew that if
he touched himself there all those men would see...giving them something
else to grin and talk about.  The man must have known when he touched him.
Getting ready for lunch with Miguel, Andy had thought he'd go commando but
then changed his mind and had worn a white posing pouch he'd picked up
somewhere on his travels.

   Little more than a vee of white fabric that cupped his cock and balls
the pouch only had a thin string that rode high in the cleft between his
butt cheeks to an equally thin waistband.  He'd worn it on the beach once
when he'd forgotten his usual Speedos.  Luckily he'd had a towel with him
when he'd gone in the sea because that was when he discovered the fabric
became virtually see-through when wet.

   Walking down the stairs he wished he'd worn something a little more
concealing and comfortable.  His cock was throbbing and achingly erect. 
Every movement of the taut fabric against the hot swollen head with each
step was making things worse.  When he got close to the two younger men he
could tell they were all hot and ready for some fucking fun too.  He could
smell their musk; sweat and the sharp scent of cum mixed with tobacco and
other things.  From their smiles they knew that he was hot, sweaty and hard
for some fucking action too.

   `Downstairs' was a big, vaulted space.  Andy hesitated, for the first
time suddenly uneasy as he looked round.  It was like no club he'd been in
before.  The space was designed to look like some underground sexual
torture chamber.  Black painted walls, wall bars and fittings in chrome,
black metal and stainless steel, straps and harnesses in black leather, the
air hot and hazy with smoke and sweat and a relentless samba beat in the
background.  There were frames and benches scattered around against the
walls as well as comfortable armchairs and what looked like a small bar in
one corner.

   Andy saw at least two padded benches with sloping backs...Andy knew all
about that special kind of bench, the back inclined and comfortable and the
seat long and narrow so a man could sit back and relax with his feet on the
floor.  Ideally positioned to watch and enjoy every detail when a boy
straddled his hips before being guided or forced down to impale himself on
the up-thrust shaft of the man's waiting cock.

   He'd ridden astride men in chairs like that.

   He remembered it had been three years ago.  One man, the one who owned
the flat had sat back on a chair like that and two others had lifted him up
and held him as though he was sitting in mid-air before they positioned him
then lowered him down on to the man's thick, oiled penis.  They'd done it
slowly, lifting and lowering him gradually...letting the blunt, slippery
spear sink deeper and deeper.  He'd cum well before the man he was riding,
spraying hot gobs of semen across the man's chest while all three of them
laughed as he jerked and cried out with pleasure.

   But that had only been the beginning.  The one on the bench had cum at
last, but there was no rest for Andy.  They'd just swapped round.  Two of
them by turns holding him up easily in a squatting position before lowering
him up and down again and again as he was forced to ride each hot cock in
turn.  He'd cum twice more while his anus burned and throbbed from the
torturing friction.  By the end he had been squealing, pleading and
squirming in a mad mixture of pain and pleasure each time they lowered him
onto the next slippery, hot shaft.

   He also knew that boys could be made to lie along that narrow seat, face
down or up, with legs spread wide, while a man leaned over to fuck them
with hard, ramming stokes.

   There was no general lighting, just pools of illumination from
spotlights carefully placed to emphasise the dungeon theme; one shining on
the rack of wall bars, others throwing ovals of light where special chairs
or frames with straps were positioned.  Andy's heart was pounding, his
throat dry with a mixture of sexual excitement and fear as his eyes flicked
from side to side.  A group of men were standing round the bar area.  He
could se eyes and teeth gleaming in the dimness, individuals and pairs,
some were clothed but there were other, younger ones there too.  He could
see the shine of their naked flesh and caught glimpses of hands touching
hard, erect cocks.

   He knew that they were all watching him.

   A hand pushed him a little further forward and he could see what was
happening in the centre of the area.  A small platform with a naked figure
arched back on top of it and another naked man at one end.  The hand pushed
him forwards again, quite gently, moving him closer.

   The bound figure was another young man, young and slim with dark olive
skin and black hair cut short.  He was bent back in a convex arch over a
tubular metal frame so his buttocks touched his heels.  His thighs were
splayed wide apart, his knees hooked over protruding stubs at the base of
the frame so he couldn't move or even bring his legs together.  To complete
the straining arch his arms were pulled back under his body with his wrists
bound and clipped to the frame under his buttocks.

   Only his head was free, left hanging unsupported off the end of the
little platform.  Andy couldn't see much of his face, just the mad
hollowing of his cheeks and rapid movement of his lips as he sucked and
licked the thick penis that filled his mouth and throat.

   Andy stared in disbelief...not at the slow, deep face fucking but at
what else they had done to him.

   The teenager's erect penis jutted up from the peak of his arched body.
Six and a half inches of gleaming, engorged flesh, the network of veins
raised and swollen by the drugs he'd been given and the fine leather thongs
that had been bound round the shaft in a tight criss-cross pattern.  The
flesh bulged between the gaps.  Under the lights the naked helmet looked
taut and swollen, the red and purple surface shiny and gleaming with
wetness.  Looking closer he saw the tight wiry curls at the base of the
boy's cock were matted and sticky.  Andy knew without being told that the
teenager had already been made to cum at least once though his
leather-laced cock was still iron hard.

   But it wasn't just his cock that was being abused.  The leather thongs
had been wound round the base of the jutting penis and then round his
scrotum to separate and bind his testicles so that each one was now swollen
and exposed, the skin taut and shiny round each cruelly bound globe.

   The thickset naked man face-fucking the teenager with long slow strokes
looked at Andy and grinned with pleasure.  `Another one, Colonel, it's
going to be a good evening.' He thrust forwards and the figure beneath him
bubbled wetly and surged on the frame as the head of his cock was driven
deep into the teenager's outstretched throat.  `That's it, Chico, you shit,
work harder now.' He reached forward and used his fingers to rub and
squeeze the throbbing cock head.  There was another bubbling noise and Andy
saw the one he'd called Chico's stomach muscles clench as his body heaved
on the frame.

   `That's better...that's much better, Chico...faster now...then it's your
turn...I promised you I would play with your cock again...something for our
new friend to watch too.' Andy saw Chico start to turn his head to try and
look at him.

   The man bent forward, reaching out to slap the bound and exposed penis
viciously three or four times.  Each slap was hard enough to make the erect
cock smack against the teenager's abdomen before springing upright again
`No you fucking don't!  No!  You don't move until I tell you!' He yelled
arching his hips forward when the jerking figure bubbled and moaned again.
`Now work harder...use your fucking tongue...go on, quicker!'

   The unfortunate Chico's cheeks hollowed and his lips sucked and pouted
faster, caressing the thick shaft buried in his throat as he tried to obey.
Saliva bubbled and drooled from the corners of his mouth with each deep
thrust of that hard hot cock down his outstretched throat.

   Andy wasn't sure what the man was talking about but he swallowed in
sympathy...and arousal as he watched.  With each long thrust he remembered
the other night in the bedroom and the feeling of Miguel's slippery, wet
cock sliding down into the back of his throat.  Colonel Mendoza and the
others in the room saw the American teenager reach down and stroke his own
cock...then furtively try and ease the swollen shaft a little inside the
tight confines of his jeans.

   The Colonel watched him with satisfaction: that was about right...the
dose of Viagra the American teen had swallowed was beginning to kick in. 
He'd be hard for hours yet...even after they'd drained his balls dry.

   The Colonel nodded to one of the two young men who'd accompanied them
downstairs.  Andy was so intent on the scene before him that he didn't
realise that the two others had joined the man who'd been called `Colonel'
until he felt pressure against his buttocks and fingers started to undo his
shirt buttons.  `It's warm in here, Andy,' the Colonel's voice was still
calm and conversational, `let my friends make you more comfortable.'

   There was little Andy could do because the man close to him was
obviously stronger and bigger than he was.  Andy could smell the strong
musk of sweat and arousal as the man pressed close, his fingers busy
removing the teenager's shirt.

   There was a murmur of excitement and appreciation from round the room as
the man stripped the shirt off and Andy's tanned, naked torso was revealed.
The man stroked the flat of his hands over the teen's arms and across his
chest, fingers sliding easily on the oily film of sweat.  His thumbs found
the hard little points of the teenager's dark pink nipples, flicking them
back and forth.

   Andy twisted and moaned and took a deep shuddering breath, his whole
body suddenly aroused and aching with desire.  He arched back, posing and
tensing his muscles trying deliberately to show off to the watching figures
in the dimness.

   Andy gasped again as the man pushed against him and the teen felt a
thick, hard penis pressing into the cleft of his buttocks.  The man's right
hand slipped down under the waistband of Andy's jeans and his fingers
closed on the throbbing confined length of the teenager's cock.

   `Oh God!  Oh f-fuckkk!' Andy Douglas gasped, his hips bucking forward to
increase the contact of that hand that was now stroking him very slowly,
clever fingers sliding up and down his cock, caressing him through the thin
material so he could feel the seeping precum making the head slippery
inside his foreskin.

   `Ah no, no not yet, leave him, that's enough, Jorges,' the Colonel
murmured and Andy moaned again as the man's hand was withdrawn leaving him
panting and frustrated.  `So you like the show young Chico is putting on
for us us, I see.' He watched the bound figure writhing and heaving as the
thick cock slid in and out of his throat with a regular, wet slurping and
bubbling noise.

   `Like you Andy, Chico says he is over sixteen, oh yes, I know he looks
so much younger but,' the colonel smiled unpleasantly, `if a young man
tells me he's sixteen I must believe him...just like I believe you, Andy.
`He smiled again, `And I can hear you thinking why is he tied up like
that?' The Colonel shook his head in mock sorrow.  `Unfortunately, young
Chico thought that he could try and make one of my friends pay him some
money...a lot of money.  There were some photographs I understand, and a
recording.  Blackmail is not nice, don't you agree, Andy?'

   Andy nodded, eyes glued on the slow fucking scene in front of him, his
cock aching, hard and erect and his senses tingling at the closeness of
those hard, male bodies next to him and the drugs stimulating him more and
more with each minute.

   `I don't think you're going to need those jeans any more, are you Andy?'


   Andy hadn't been concentrating on what the Colonel's was saying and only
half-heard the question through the haze of sexual arousal.  He didn't
respond immediately.  The Colonel stepped forward and gripped the
teenager's jaw, twisting his head round to the side so he was forced to
look at the Colonel's hard, cruel face and into those black unblinking
eyes.

   `I asked you a question, boy...you don't ignore me or I will hurt you.
Do you understand me?'

   `Y-yes s-s-sir.' Andy mumbled.

   The Colonel closed his fingers pinching Andy's cheeks so it looked as
though the teenager was pouting out his lips for an obscene kiss.  `Yes Sir
what, Andy?  I asked you a question.'

   `Yeb Hurr...I obberstan...pleeeg con hoi hage moi heens ob.  PLEEEG
HURR!'

   There was an outburst of mocking laughter from round the room at Andy's
mangled attempt to answer.  The Colonel kept his grip on the teenager's
face and shook his head from side to side.  `So sorry, Andy, we didn't
catch that...what did you say?'

   Andy fumbled with the button of his jeans, pulling the zip down then
scrabbling with both hands trying to work the thick denim down over his
hips without being able to look down at what he was doing.  `Moi
heens...pleeeg Hurr!'

   `Oh, you do want to take your jeans off...well why didn't you say so
properly?' The Colonel chuckled as more laughter echoed round the big room
and released his grip.  He slapped the teenager lightly on the face as Andy
hopped and staggered around trying to free his legs from the tangled fabric
while struggling to keep his balance at the same time.  There was a chorus
of whistles and obscene comments as he finally kicked the jeans away and
the men saw the elasticated pouch the teenager was wearing underneath.

   Of course during his exertions the cord had ridden up into the cleft of
his buttocks so to all intents and purposes he was naked from the back with
only the waist string riding high on his hips.  From the front the taut
pouch of white material just emphasised the thick line of his penis and the
heavy bulge of his testicles.

   Andy was right about what happened when the material got wet.  Under the
lights everyone in the room could see the teenager's swollen cock revealed
through the translucent oval of wetness across the tented front of the
white fabric.

   Colonel Carlos Mendoza ran his tongue over thin lips, breathing heavily
through his nose as he watched the blonde American teenager struggling out
of his clothes.  Seeing the men working on that tanned body would be very
special.  They loved fucking the young white ones...and he loved the sounds
those teens made as the long session went on and on.  First there would be
the usual noises and chants of pleasure followed of course by protests and
the pleas to stop.  Then came the part he loved the most.  Perhaps a little
fun with a cigarette or cattle prod to make the boy so eager to do anything
to please his torturers.  The heat and smell of fear, sweat and semen as
the young man was forced to a peak again and again each time screaming even
louder for them to STOP what they were doing to his cock and balls and the
raw, sore opening of his anus.

   He looked at the near naked teenager, twitching and shaking while trying
unsuccessfully to keep his hands over his erect cock as he stared at the
man face fucking that little shit Chico.  A cruel smile twitched his lips
upwards for a moment as he saw Andy bracing himself.  He's going to try and
escape, make a break for the steps...  they always try something when they
realise.

   He made a quick gesture to the other men who immediately moved a little
closer.  Both were smiling and relaxed, like the Colonel they knew what was
going to happen and the teenager stood no chance.  But, for the moment
there was no need for immediate action.  Andy Douglas, along with everyone
else, was totally fixed on the scene in the middle of the room.  The man
was moving faster, nearing his climax.  Each ramming thrust jolted the
bound figure of the teenager making his bound cock bob and bounce wildly.
Over the man's increasingly loud stream of grunting obscenities everyone
could hear the bubbling gasping noises as arched figure fought for air,
trying to breathe with a thick cock sliding in and out of his mouth and
throat like a piston.

   Suddenly the man jerked forwards, shouting out something in Spanish then
pulled free of Chico's mouth.  He gripped the shaft of his cock, bending it
down so the helmet touched the upturned nose of the teenager.  A rapid
series of jerks then he arched back, muscles quivering with strain.  He
yelled towards the ceiling as thick cream spurted from the slit to spatter
over the face and throat of his young victim.  He looked down and he pumped
the shaft with long, slow strokes to squeeze the last sticky drops onto
Chico's face.

   `For you, boy, just for you,' he smeared semen across Chico's cheeks,
working it into his eyes and hair then bent the shaft down until the domed
helmet touched the boy's lips.  `Lick it clean...use that fucking tongue
for something more than fucking blackmail.' Andy Douglas moved closer with
one hand stroking his cock through the thin fabric and his mouth open.  His
tongue flicked across his lips copying the way Chico was licking and
lapping the dark purplish glans of the man's thick cock with slobbering
attention to every intimate fold and crease.

   `Splack!'

   The arched teenager's head rocked sideways as the man casually swung one
hand against he cheek with vicious force.  `That's enough!  I told you to
clean it, not enjoy yourself.' Chico whimpered and shook his head, snorting
a mixture of dribbled snot and cum across his face as he tried to clear his
throat and nose.  Tears trickled down both cheeks to spatter on the floor.
The man walked round to the side of the frame and stared hard at Andy
Douglas.  `Oh you like watching real men fucking teens, don't you, white
boy?'

   Andy went red, hands balling into fists as his temper suddenly exploded.
`YOU FUCKING BASTARD!  What are you doing to him?  You can't keep me here.
I'VE BEEN KIDNAPPED!  You're sick, all of you, sick!  I wanna get outa
here...  I'M AN AMERICAN SO LET ME GO...NOW!'

   He managed to take one step forward before his two guards grabbed him.
One wrapped his arms around the struggling teenager from behind and lifted
him off the floor so his efforts to get to the frame were quite useless. 
He half turned Andy and the other one used his open right hand across his
face with three hard, stinging blows then reached up and gripped the
teenager's cock and balls in his left hand...and squeezed.

   `AAAH...GAAAAARRRGH NAAAAH...PL-PL-PL-PLAAAAAAGGGH!'

   Andy Douglas's knees jerked up to protect his groin while his hands
wrenched at the man's thick wrist.  The three of them stood locked together
for a few seconds then the man in front smiled as the Colonel said, `Be a
good boy or...' Jorges tightened his grip.  Andy Douglas whimpered, bit his
lip and nodded madly.  `Tomas is going to put you down now so you stand up
straight, nice and still...unless you want Jorges to lift you up in the air
by your balls?'

   Andy shook his head, `N-n-noooo, p-please...y-y-you're hurting me! 
Please.' He gasped as Tomas let him go and just stood there trembling with
fear and tension with Jorges' thumb and forefinger encircling the root of
his cock and the neck of his scrotum.

   `No more tricks, right?'

   Andy didn't say anything, but kept very still, muscles quivering with
tension as he tried not to give the man any excuse to squeeze his balls
again or carry out the rest of the Colonel's threat.  `That's a good boy,
hands behind your back please.'' The Colonel said and looked at the frame
where the other teenager was gasping and panting in an effort to breathe
properly.

   This time there was no hesitation.  Tomas and Jorges grinned happily. 
As Tomas strapped the blonde teenager's wrists together Jorges rolled the
boy's testicles between his fingers.  He used no real pressure but Andy
gasped and shivered all the same, caught between his fear of what might
happen if the man clenched his hand, and the pleasure feelings as his balls
were fondled and teased by an expert.

   `Now, Andy, let's see you properly.'

   A knife blade gleamed in the lights.  Andy shuddered staring wide-eyed
down at his body when Tomas licked his lips then slowly ran the blade down
the teenager's taut abdomen.  Andy jerked and shivered in terror even as he
realised he hadn't been cut and Tomas was only teasing him with the back of
the blade.  He let out a gasp of pleasure as Tomas stroked the blade very
delicately across the wet fabric stretched taut and clinging across the
exposed head of his penis.  Everyone was intent on the American teenager's
teasing humiliation, the silence deep enough so it was possible to hear the
scraping noise of the blade moving to and fro across the material...  and
the boy's gasping reaction to each touch of the steel.

   Tomas moved the blade again, tracing along the waist cord to the
teenager's hip.  A quick flick, a soft `snick' of sound and the razor edge
sliced through the thin fabric.  Tracing back the fabric hung loose and the
blade skimmed though the wiry blonde curls at the root of his cock. 
Another pause; another expert flick of the hand and Tomas grinned again as
he cut the waist string on the other hip.  He reached down with his other
hand and very slowly tugged the ruined pouch from between Andy's legs
before peeling the wet fabric away from the teenager's throbbing, erect
penis and the soft, heavy bulge of his testicles.  There were murmurs of
approval and excitement, as well as more obscene comments, when the
watching men saw eight inches of uncut seventeen year old cock spring out,
hard and curved up already slippery with the teenager's leaking pre-cum
juices.

   `Over here, Andy, let Chico say hello to you properly.'

   The two men guided Andy Douglas round to where the boy's head hung clear
of the frame.  Tomas gripped the pinioned boy's hair and twisted his
fingers.  Chico's mouth opened and he wailed at the sudden, sharp pain. 
The Colonel stood at the side of the trembling, arched figure.  He held the
teenager's cockshaft, laced with its thin leather bindings between
forefinger and thumb of his left hand then used the first finger of his
other hand to stroke the slippery head.  His finger circled slowly.

   `Now, Chico, before we continue with your lesson.' His fingertip touched
the nerve centre under the swollen glans.  `Look at me, Chico,' he said
softly and his fingernail moved, just a little, pressing and scraping
against the delicate flesh.

   `Gaaaaaaah...p-p-p-ppleeeese no, NO!  Please...have pity, Colonel!'

   The Colonel smiled and twisted his fingernail harder into the nerve
centre.  `I don't think you deserve it, after all we have done for you, the
money, the clothes, the friends to play with you.  Now do as you're told
and look at me, Chico.' He waited as Tomas forced Chico's head up and
forwards so he could look into the Colonel's eyes.  `Better, much better,
you're learning at last Chico...now, you can show me how good you are with
the tongue of yours...I want you to give a warm welcome to our new,
American friend.' His finger moved again, this time stroking the delicate
flesh under the rim of the pinioned boy's cock, making the arched figure
strain and heave uselessly to avoid the tormenting stimulation.  `No, no
Chico, don't clench your teeth like that...open wide.'

   Andy was pushed closer, almost straddling the teenager's head.  Tomas
bent Chico's head back then Jorges guided the head of Andy's penis between
the his lips.  Andy gasped and mewed with pleasure as he felt the other
teenager's hot, wet mouth closing around his throbbing cock.  One of them
lifted Andy's bound wrists so he was forced to bend over, leaning off
balance.  Involuntarily he thrust his hips forward and his cock slid
further down Chico's throat.  Andy tensed his thigh muscles, easing back
just a little but the two men pushed him even closer until his cock was
buried full length and he could feel the boy's hot breath on the sensitive
skin in the crease of his groin and against his scrotum.

   The Colonel looked round with a thin smile of amusement.  Everyone was
intent on the scene before them.  The blonde American teenager, tanned skin
sheened with sweat almost straddling the head of the dark-skinned teenager
on the frame while the Colonel continued to fondle the cruelly bound glans,
his fingertips circling and squeezing the swollen cock head.  Chico tried
to cry and cry out but that only added to Andy's pleasure as his throat and
lips worked on his cock.

   Andy was moving now, buttocks clenching as he fucked the bubbling, wet
mouth of the arched figure with long, deep stokes.  Tomas and Jorges were
controlling him easily.  Tomas whispering obscenities into his ear while
keeping his head stretched back with one hand gripping the teenager's jaw.
Jorges busy playing with the American's hard nipples while keeping his
bound arms raised so Andy was always slightly off balance.

   After five minutes Andy Douglas had forgotten about the Colonel and the
watching men.  All he was interested in was the warm wetness round his cock
and the tormenting pleasure of the tongue that was wriggling and flicking
around the rim and under the head.  He could feel his balls tightening as
the sensations built him closer and closer to the brink.  He moved faster,
forcing his cock deeper.  Under the Colonel's cruel teasing the teen on the
frame twisted and moaned more loudly, the sounds vibrating against the
thick shaft buried in his throat adding a new sensation to Andy Douglas's
pleasure.

   `Enough!' Colonel Mendoza flicked Chico's cock contemptuously and walked
away from the frame.

   `Naaaaaaaaaah!'

   Andy Douglas yelled out in frustration as the two men wrenched him
backwards.  There was a burst of crude laughter as everyone saw the white
teenager's hips bucking, his hard, eight inch cock bouncing and bobbing in
thin air as he struggled to find that final touch that would let him cum.

   `Bring him over here, Tomas...it's time for our young friend's first
lesson in manners.' Andy was hurried across to where he'd been standing. 
`You like these games I can see that, Andy.  But pleasure has a price I'm
afraid.' He stroked Andy's bare chest with the fingertips of his left hand
then slowly trailed his fingers down over the toned muscles of his abdomen,
watching intently as the teenager shivered under his feathery touch.  His
fingers curled round the thick shaft of the teenager's cock, stretching the
skin down exposing the plump glans, naked and still wet and slippery with
Chico's saliva.

   `Ever been caned, Andy, or paddled?' He smiled at the sudden look of
panic and fear on the American's face.  `No...oh but I can see the answer
is yes, yes you have...maybe you were a naughty boy?' His hand moved up and
down the thick shaft.  `Did someone punish you after catching you doing
this, eh Andy...or did they do it to make you cum?'

   `No...no...p-please, no don't...don't hurt me, please...aaaaaah...oh
fuuuuck...aaaaah!'

   `You say no but you don't mean that...you like what I'm doing to
you...don't you, Andy?' The Colonel used his fingertips to stroke the
exposed helmet, smiling as the teenager gasped and wriggled at the
tormenting sensation.  `Oh yes, I see you do.  Right, Tomas, get him
ready.' The Colonel let him go and walked over to the side of the room,
settling himself in a comfortable chair.

   Tomas didn't waste any time.  Andy was pushed and pulled until he was
standing where the Colonel wanted.  He almost fell over when Jorges grabbed
his left ankle, wrenched it sideways looped a leather strap around his
ankle and clipped it to a ring set into the concrete.  `Feet apart, wide
apart, fuckboy,' Tomas said.  `Do it or I squeeze your balls again...real
hard this time.' Andy shuffled his feet until he was standing astride. 
Tomas kicked his ankle and grinned unpleasantly.  `Wider...see that ring?'
Andy looked down and saw there was a second ring set into the floor.

   He obeyed, spreading his legs even wider astride until Jorges could
secure his other ankle in the same way.  He was suddenly helpless, feet
apart and in a panic that Tomas would just let him fall forwards.  He
shivered and swayed, his cock bouncing up and down as he struggled.  Andy
went red as he heard the sniggers and crude laughter from the men watching.
But Tomas kept hold of his arm while Jorges fiddled with the binding round
his wrists.  The steel hook took Andy completely by surprise but by the
time he'd reacted Jorges had slipped it through the wrist tie and was
already hauling on the other end of the rope hoisting the teenager's bound
hands above his head.

   That was when Tomas let go of his arms and Andy Douglas yelled in fright
as he toppled forwards.

   He didn't fall far.  There was a sharp, burning pain as his arms twisted
up behind him and his shoulder joints took the strain

   Tomas and Jorges laughed as they saw and heard the American's reaction
knowing the rope attached to the hook was taut enough to stop the teenager
falling on his face.  They continued hauling; hoisting the teen's arms
above his head until he was held on tiptoe bowed forwards with his arm
almost straight up behind his back.

   `No, no, idiots!  Too tight, much too tight, Tomas, give him a chance to
breath a little,' the Colonel snapped.

   Andy Douglas gasped in relief as the rope was slackened off a little and
he was able to stand properly with just a little slack in the rope so the
stretching strain on his arms and shoulders disappeared.  `Try now,' he
said.  Tomas stood behind the teenager's body and rubbed the thick bulge of
his erection between the cheeks of the boy's buttocks.  He pressed harder
then, very gently, used just his fingertips to tickle the hollows under
each upstretched arm.

   `GAAAHHH!...AAAAAAAAAAH!  OH PLEASE NAAAH..HA...HAAAAAH! 
D-D-DOOOON'TTTT!'

   The American teenager screamed and cried, jerking and twisting in a mad
frenzy to avoid those probing, tormenting fingers.  There was enough play
in the rope for him to be able to twist and bend his upper body and flex
his knees and hips just a little.  But there was nothing he could do to
protect his underarms at all.  It was a wonderful show for the watchers;
the toned young body gleaming with sweat under the lights, jerking and
twisting with that hard, upcurving eight inch cock swinging and bobbing
with every movement.  But not just his cock, with legs wide his balls swung
free and unprotected too.

   They could also see Tomas thrusting his hips forwards, enjoying the
sensations as the teenager's bottom clenched and rubbed against his cock
through the thin stretch fabric.  After a minute or so of this enjoyable
tickle torment Colonel Mendoza flicked his fingers and Tomas stepped away
with one last caress.

   `Now, Andy, this is for you,' Andy stared at what he was holding.  The
colonel smiled with a cruel pleasure and flexed the black rubbery paddle
between his hands, letting Andy see the pattern of holes piercing the
rounded blade before whipping it through the air with with a vicious hiss
of sound.

   `SHIIIIT!  Oh fuck, no NO!  Y-y-you c-c-can't-, please no it's not
right, no please, no you can't...NOOO!'

   `Such foul language, you Americans certainly need a lesson in
manners...and did I hear you tell me that I can't?  That's rude as well as
stupid.  I can do what I want with you...anything at all.' Andy shuddered,
opened his mouth...and then closed it again as the Colonel looked round the
room, He reached up and gripped Andy's left nipple.  `You're certainly not
in any position to stop me.  `He pinched and twisted the hard peak, `are
you, Andy?

   `Haaaaaah!'

   He waited for the burst of laughter from the other men to die down. 
`So, how many shall we start with, eh?' He paused but all Andy Douglas
could do was stare at the black blade, babbling and shaking his head in
denial of what was happening.  Colonel Mendoza shook his head in mock
sorrow and handed the paddle to Jorges.  `So you want me to decide for
you...lets say ten...no lets make it...twenty.' He ignored Andy's sudden
wail of protest.  `Try and keep it nice and even, Jorges...I want a good
deep colour on both butt cheeks.'

   `NOOOOOO!  PLEEEEESE!'

   Even as he shouted and pleaded Andy was distracted when the man who'd
been face-fucking Chico walked back to the frame holding something in his
hand.  The little flogger had a short handle with a flap of black leather
fixed into the end.  He grinned at the American teenager and swung the
little flogger against Chico's left nipple.  The leather slapped against
the boy's skin with a flat `spack!'

   The Colonel grinned, teeth gleaming against his brown skin `Oh yes, I
forgot to mention that Chico has to be punished too.  But, for him it is
another part of his anatomy that will suffer.'

   Andy didn't answer but stared at the scene in front of him.  The man
held the little flogger where the teenager could see it.  Immediately,
Chico seemed to go mad, wrenching at his bonds and babbling a stream of
broken Spanish as he craned his head to the side keeping his eyes fixed on
the little whip.  The man just grinned and put the flogger down and picked
up a tube of lube.  Andy only realised what the Colonel's comment meant
when the man squeezed some lube onto Chico's bound cock and closed his left
hand round the shaft.

   There was more crude laughter as the watchers saw Andy clenching his
buttocks and arching his hips forwards as he watched the man stroking and
working the bound teenager's cock.  Chico whimpered and gasped as he was
masturbated with slow, expert strokes.  The gasps became more intense and
hurried when the man used his fingers to tease and fondle the smooth
sensitive helmet, rubbing under the rim and even probing the opening of his
urethra with one finger.

   The Colonel coughed politely and the man smiled again and picked up the
little flogger.  He gently pressed Chico's cock down against his abdomen
and held it there so the teenager's testicles were lifted and exposed.  He
didn't take a big swing, just a gentle movement of the wrist so the leather
flap slapped against the bound and out-thrust globes with a wet `splack!'

   `HUUUUH!'

   The teen bucked with a grunt of pain, arching up even more from the
frame.  The man waited, listening to Chico's hurried panting breaths then
casually swung the flogger again.  There was another flat, wet 'splack', a
grunting gasp and Chico reared up again in straining spasm.  More strokes
followed, each one targeted skilfully so that the leather blade flicked
across both testicles making them bob and bounce with each stroke

   `Splack! `Splack!' `Splack!'

   `NAAAARGH!  GAAAAAAAH!  NAAAAAAAAAH!

   Each time the teen's cries were louder and wilder as the deeper aching
pain built up with every stroke.  There was nothing Chico could do.  He
could move his head and fingers.  He could also arch his body just a little
by clenching his buttocks and flexing his back.  Unfortunately for him,
that only made things worse as it thrust his balls out even more, exposing
them to the next stroke of agony.

   `NAAAAAAAAAH!!'

   Andy arched forwards, his erect cock jutting and bobbing as he watched
every stroke of the helpless eighteen year olds ball whipping.  With the
American teenager intent on Chico's sexual torment, Colonel Mendoza
squeezed some lube onto his own fingers, edged his chair a little closer to
Andy's left leg and nodded to the muscular figure holding the paddle. 
Jorges waited for a moment until sure that Andy's eyes were fixed on
Chico's ball-torture then brought the flat, flexible blade whirring lazily
through the air to impact against the taut curves of the American
teenager's buttocks.

   `Smack!'

   `HAH-AAAH!  YAAAAGH!!'

   Andy Douglas screamed and arched forwards, the big muscles of his thighs
trembling as he rode the sudden blazing fire of that first stroke, the
holes in the blade adding to the stinging pain.  Colonel Mendoza reached up
and circled the American teenager's jutting cock with the two fingers and
thumb of his right hand that were slippery with lube.  He rolled the skin
back, stretching it down the shaft so the teenager's cock curved up even
more.  His thumb stroked the exposed V cleft under the glans and Andy
Douglas moaned and bucked in a different way.

   The second stroke smacked across his buttocks in the same place and Andy
arched forwards again...  thrusting his swollen cock even harder through
the circle of the Colonel's expert fingers.

   `SMACK!' `SMACK!' `SMACK!' ``SMACK!'

   "AAARGH...F-F-FUUUUCK!  NUH-NAAAAAH!  PLEEEESE!  NAAARGH!"

   Jorges was an expert.  Each stroke was placed with deliberate care so
the hot, throbbing redness covered the taut curves of the teenager's
buttocks and the sensitive flesh at the top of his thighs.  Each time he
waited for that arching, straining tension of buttocks and thighs to
relax...just a little...before the next stroke added another scalding touch
to the teenager's slow torment.

   The Colonel smiled letting his fingers work on the hot, slippery meat of
the American boy's cock as Andy thrust forward with each stroke of the
paddle.  He knew that soon the American would be feeling a different kind
of heat building up as the heat and the slow masturbation turned punishment
into pleasure.

   `NAAAAH!  STOPIT!  AAAAAH!  FUUUUUUCK!'

   By the end of fifteen strokes Andy's bottom cheeks and upper thighs were
a hot throbbing red, the burning pain making him shudder and strain against
his bonds while he yelled and shrieked for them to stop.  But despite all
his screams everyone could see that the teenager was beginning to respond
in another way too.

   Now the American teenager was deliberately arching forwards, straining
to increase the friction of the Colonel's fingers round his cock.  But he
was not going to be allowed to reach the peak he wanted just yet.  As Andy
bucked harder so the Colonel relaxed his grip, playing with the thick shaft
but avoiding any stimulation that would allow Andy to cum.  He took his
hand away completely with the twentieth stroke and Andy stared down at his
throbbing cock and wailed in pain and frustration.

   `PLEEEEEEEEEESE!  NAAAAAAAH!  D-D-D-DON'T...S-S-STOP!  PLEEESE don't
AAAH...P-P-P-Pleeee don't stop!  F-Faster, FASTER!  NAAAAARGH!'

   Jorges paused and wiped the sweat from his forehead while watching
carefully for the Colonel's signal.  He knew that he would want him to give
the American at least another five as hard and fast possible, bringing a
final stinging agony to the red burning skin.  Not just because it would
hurt the teen more now, but when they bent him over to work on his anus
later on, any touch on that raw skin would make him move and wriggle much
more pleasurably as they took it in turns to fuck him.

   The Colonel smiled.  He reached up and finger and thumb gripped the
teenager's left nipple.  `We've not finished yet, Andy, a young man like
you can take a lot more yet...let's see shall we.' The teenager didn't
reply immediately as he was looking across at the frame.  All the while man
had been using the leather blade like a switch...keeping up a remorseless
flicking rhythm against Chico's bound and now swollen testicles.  Chico was
jerking and jolting with each impact but his screams had given way to a
series of agonised grunts.

   Suddenly, he gave a high-pitched squeal and his head flopped back.  The
man stopped and flicked the teenager's cock.  It flopped to one side, still
thick and swollen but without the rigid erection.

   `I'm talking to you, Andy!' The Colonel pinched and twisted the hard
peak and Andy jerked, his head twisting round to stare down at his body. 
The Colonel looked across at the frame.  `Forget that one, he's fainted,
that's all,' he said dismissing the unconscious Chico.  `You need to
concentrate on what we are going to do to you.' Before Andy could react
Jorges brought the paddle slicing in against the thinner skin at the top of
the teenager's thighs.

   Andy jerked as though he had received an electric shock, thrusting his
hips forwards.  The Colonel smiled, let the teenager's nipple go and again
circled the rigid shaft so the Andy's hard, wet cock could slide between
his fingers and thumb once more.

   'SMACK!' 'SMACK!' 'SMACK!' 'SMACK!' 'SMACK!'

   Andy fucked the hand gripping his swollen cock.  His hips bucked
forwards harder and harder with the impact of each burning stroke.  Colonel
Mendoza worked the teenager's cock with cruel skill.  Fingers and thumb
circling the shaft, gripping just enough so that each time he could pull
the teen's foreskin back, stretching it down exposing the engorged purple
helmet so the teenager's cock reared up in a straining curve.  The Colonel
watched and listened to the teenager's movements and cries and leaned a
little closer.  He reached up with his other hand, using his fingernails to
tease and torment the base of Andy's cock and the soft wrinkled skin of his
scrotum.  With each fresh stroke and the Colonel's expert tormenting
masturbation Andy twisted and hooted with pain and pleasure.

   `That's right, Andy, tell me how much you like what we are doing. 
You're getting hot aren't you?  A little pain is nothing...nothing to a boy
who wants to cum so badly...that's right, yes?'

   `Aaaah...fuck NAAAAH!  Haaaaah!  Nuh...NUH...PLEEESE....NO....NO!  Oh
don't...d-d-d-ooooon't!  Ah...HAAAAH.  OH SHIIIIT!  Ah-hah...NAAAAAAAAH!'

   The Colonel's hand moved faster, working the teenager to a point where
the pain and heat of the caning were just another stimulation that was
going to bring him to a jerking screaming climax in a few more seconds.  He
nodded and looked at Jorges as Andy's hooting cries grew louder and more
urgent.

   `Our gringo's boy's nearly there, help him with a little extra
encouragement, Jorges.'

   Jorges grinned and speeded up the strokes, the cane whipping across the
teen's laced and reddened buttocks in a sudden flurry that brought a
single, wavering cry of tormented ecstasy from Andy's lips.  He lifted onto
tiptoe, the muscles of his legs and buttocks clenched taut and quivering.
His cock curved up as the Colonel's hand blurred on the shaft and then he
bucked...once, twice...and then again.  A series of jets of hot thick cream
spurted into the air to splatter onto the floor in front of him.

   Colonel Mendoza squeezed the teenager's cock, sliding his hand up and
down the shaft down in time with each jerk of his hips, milking him of
every creamy drop.  When Andy had finished gasping and bucking he slowly
stretched the skin down the shaft so the swollen helmet jutted out, wet and
glistening.  He held the thick shaft with his right hand and ran his left
forefinger under the flared rim and across the smooth domed head.  Andy's
body jerked in reaction.

   `G-G-GAAAAAH!  N-N-NUH...P-P-P-Pleeeeze...H-H-H-AAAAH!'

   `Andy, what's the matter...don't you like being touched here?  I thought
you were saying you wanted me to do this?' His fingertips stroked across
the wet slippery surface and the teenager bucked and gasped at the torment
of having his cock head touched so soon after cumming.

   `NAAAH...Na-aaah...p-please....H-H-AAAH!  D-d-don't...p-p-please
NOOOOO!'

   `No?  Why not, especially a young man like you who enjoys these
things...' He wrapped his lube and semen-slick fingers round the up-curved
shaft, sliding them up and down in a slow, tormenting caress.  `We can all
see you like it...look!' He bent the teenager's eight-inch cock down then
let it go so it sprung up against his abdomen with a wet `splak'.  `See,
still like an iron bar...and so soon after cumming too.'

   There were chuckles and crude comments from the watchers at the side of
the room.  The Colonel flicked the teenager's engorged cock from side to
side, contemptuous of Andy's moans and gasps each time his fingers slapped
against the sensitive head and shaft.

   The Colonel got to his feet and used one finger to trace a line across
the wet, slick skin of the American teenager's chest.  The fingertip
touched Andy's right nipple and rolled it round.  `We've only just started,
Andy...now it's time to give these some attention...I think.' He reached
into his pocket.

   The clips were silver, their jaws lined with little triangular teeth. 
Andy stared down at his own chest as Colonel Mendoza pinched and tweaked
the tan peaks to hard, throbbing points.  He'd worn clips on his nipples
before but those had been spring clips with cushioned tips.  The Colonel
pressed finger and thumb together and touched the clip to Andy's skin so
his left nipple was between the jaws...and then slowly tightened the screw
to clamp the jaws shut.

   `JEEEEZ!  FUCK THAT HURTS!'

   Andy jerked back so hard that the little chain and ring attached to the
base of the clip flicked against his skin.  The Colonel smiled, waited for
the teenager to relax and tightened the screw another half turn.  He tugged
the clip then turned the screw again.  Andy jerked and wailed as the steel
teeth bit into the blunt spike.

   `Ga-aaah...Jeeez...t-t-that really h-hurt!  JEEEEZ!  NAAAAAGGGH!'

   Andy's jerked and gave another cry of protest when Colonel Mendoza
attached another clip to his right nipple.  Once again the Colonel waited
until Andy had ridden the first throbbing discomfort before screwing the
clamp tighter and tighter with slow tormenting twists.  Finally satisfied
that neither was going to slip off or get shaken loose by Andy Douglas's
squirming he reached into his pocket again.  The two dull grey teardrops
clipped onto the rings at the end of each chain.

   For a moment Andy, blinking through the tears, didn't understand...then
Colonel Mendoza let the lead fishing weights go and the teenager was
gasping and crying with the sudden pain as they swayed and dangled under
his body.  With each twirling twisting movement of the weights the silver
teeth pinched and gnawed and tugged at Andy Douglas's nipples setting up a
deep throbbing agony in the sensitive points of his upper body.

   The Colonel patted him on the shoulder.  `I suggest that you try not to
move too much.' He grinned and flicked his fingers.  Jorges smiled happily
and stripped off his shorts to reveal a thick and circumcised eight-inch
cock.  Jorges was fully erect after the excitement of punishing the
teenager and his cock bobbed and jutted proudly, the shaft curved up and
the head already wet and gleaming with pre-cum.

   Andy hadn't noticed what Jorges was doing...or that Tomas had also
stripped off his shorts to reveal that he also was well endowed.  His cock
may not have been as long as Jorges' but was much thicker, the head more
bulbous with a wide flange, but like his partner he too was fully erect. 
Tomas stroked his cock, spreading the wetness across the head, as he waited
for his turn with the American teenager.

   `Aaah...haah...h-h-heavy...they fucking hurt...g-goin to rip my nips
off...'

   The Colonel grinned because with Andy bent forwards by the strappado of
his arms the lead weights swung and danced unhindered.

   `I told you to keep still, Andy, they won't come off but as you're
worried I'll check shall I?' Not waiting for a reply he reached under the
teenager's torso and deliberately squeezed both clips hard again.

   `GAAAARRRH...F-F-FUUUUUK!'

   `No, I think that they are quite secure...for the moment.' He twined his
fingers in the teenager's matted blonde hair and twisted his head to the
side.  `Now it's time for you to be nice to us.' He unzipped his trousers
and eased his cock out.  `Lets see how much you've learned, shall we?' He
moved close so the thick, purple head rubbed against Andy's lips. 
`Remember Chico's welcome, Andy?  Now you do the same for me...' His voice
went quiet with menace, `Make it good for me, Andy, make it good...'

   Andy's lips closed round the Colonel's cock.  Colonel Mendoza thrust his
hips forwards sliding the head deeper into the teenager's well-practiced
mouth.  But Andy wasn't allowed to concentrate on sucking one cock.  Once
the Colonel had worked the full length of his penis down Andy's throat,
Jorges dug his fingers into the raw, caned cheeks of his bottom and prised
them apart.  Andy jerked and tried to scream as the cruel fingers raked and
scratched the raw weals lacing his buttocks but there was nothing he could
do.  The Colonel smiled happily, enjoying the sensation as the teenager's
throat worked and convulsed, vibrating wonderfully against the head of his
cock as Andy tried to scream aloud round the gag of the Colonel's cock
filling his mouth and throat.

   The teenager twisted and bucked his hips when he felt Jorges' thick cock
probing between his buttocks then jerked at the swift stabbing pain as the
glans stretched his anal ring wide.  He cried out but the sound was reduced
to a series of wet slobbering noises by the thick cock meat filling his
mouth.  Jorges made the teenager cry out again when he clawed Andy's cheeks
wider apart and rammed his hips forwards.  Andy jolted as the slippery head
broached his anus and slid deeper into his rectum.

   Colonel Mendoza kept his grip on Andy's hair, moving the teenager's head
backwards and forwards, forcing him to take the full length of his shaft
then holding the teenager's mouth clamped against the mat of wiry hair at
his groin until Andy started bucking and choking as he fought to draw
breath.  Only when the American teenager's struggles became desperate did
he relent and ease his cock out of the warm wet sheath of Andy's mouth and
throat.

   Jorges grinned with pleasure as the teenager's fight for air made his
muscles clench and squeeze around the shaft of his cock.  He waited for the
Colonel to let him breathe and pulled back until only the helmet was
stretching Andy's anal ring...then thrust his hips forwards as the Colonel
did the same thing to thrust his cock back down the American's throat. 
Andy tried to scream but it just turned into another wet, bubbling noise as
he was impaled at both ends by thick, hard cocks.  The toothed clamps
gnawed at his swollen nipples as the weights swung and bounced on the
chains as he bucked and fought for air.

   The relentless rhythm of the double fucking continued for long minutes
as the two men took their pleasure from the squirming body of the young
American.  Jorges was the first to cum, Andy's muscles squeezing his cock
shaft so deliciously was enough to tip him over the edge.  His fingers dug
into the teenager's buttocks, spreading them wider and bringing more
bubbling wails from the young man's cock-filled throat as his nails dug
into the sore, red flesh left by the paddle.

   Jorges final jolting thrusts followed by the sudden arching stillness as
his cock jerked and squirted deep inside Andy's rectum brought a broad
smile to the colonel's face.  His hands cupped the American's head, guiding
and moving it to achieve the maximum pleasure from the warm, wet mouth,
sucking lips and a well-practiced tongue that was doing such pleasurable
things to him around and under the rim of his cock.  And of course there
was the added pleasure of having out-lasted Jorges once again.  He watched
as Jorges pulled his cock from the teenager's anus and moved away to let
Tomas take his turn.

   Tomas grinned and ran his fingers along the crease of Andy's body, two
fingers probing into the pouting, swollen ring of the teenager's anus.  He
reached between Andy's legs and rolled the soft weight of his testicles
between his fingers.  Andy jerked and moaned, his sudden long gasp of warm
breath making the Colonel grunt with pleasure.  Tomas moved his hand and
circled the teenager's cock, the shaft still hard and achingly erect. 
Using his other hand he guided the naked head of his own thick penis
against the slippery opening of Andy's anus.  He pressed forwards so his
cock slid into the wet, slippery channel while his other hand masturbated
the young American's cock with long, expert strokes.

   Colonel Mendoza's grin became fixed as he felt his own climax getting
closer and closer.  His fingers clenched in the American teenager's hair as
he arched forwards, his muscles quivering with tension as he tried to drive
his penis even deeper into the hot warm sheath of the teenager's throat. 
Andy shuddered, trying to breath while also responding to the tormenting
stimulation of what Tomas was doing to his cock...and the hot itching
pleasure of another thick cock sliding in and out of his anus.

   `Oh YESSSS!  YESSS THAT'S GOOOOD!  OOOH FUUUUCK!'

   Colonel Mendoza shouted out, suddenly pulling his cock free letting the
teenager drool while taking a series of heaving, gasping breaths.  He
twisted Andy's head to the side with one hand, the other working the
slippery shaft, finger blurring with speed as he brought himself off.  He
grinned fiercely, staring down, hips bucking once, twice, then a third time
as jets of semen splattered across the American teenager's face.  He
squeezed his cock, pressing the last few drops out then wiped the glazed
helmet across Andy's cheeks.

   He watched Tomas for a few moments, smiling at the way Andy Douglas was
beginning to respond to the anal fucking and masturbation.  `Jorges, help
Tomas...I think our young friend is ready to cum again.' Jorges grinned,
flipped the towel he was using to dry himself across one shoulder and
crouched down by the blonde teenager's side.  Tomas let Andy's cock go and
clawed his fingers into the meat of the young American's sore and burning
buttocks.

   `GAAAAARGH!'

   Jorges ignored Andy scream, and reached up to hold the teenager's
testicles.  He rolled them between the fingers of his left hand, enjoying
the gasps and twitches as he toyed with the sore and swollen globes.  He
continued the tormenting ball-play and pulled Andy's foreskin back baring
the tender head then used forefinger and thumb of his right hand to circle
the hard, slippery shaft of the teenager's cock just behind the flared and
ultra-sensitive rim of his glans.

   He didn't need to move his hand.  Tomas's was enjoying himself and was
keeping up a hard driving rhythm that jolted Andy's body each time his
thighs slapped against the teenager's buttocks.  The impact forced his cock
head forwards and back through Jorges' fingers in a tormenting stimulation
that edged the young American closer and closer to a second climax.  Jorges
chuckled and brought another series of sudden jerking spasms and more
gasping pleas when he used his fingertips on the exposed glans and under
the rim, still so sensitive after cumming for the first time only a few
minutes before.

   `Aaah, you like that, eh...you gonna cum for Jorges like the Colonel
tell you?' His fingers gripped Andy's cock rubbing up and down in a fast,
cruel rhythm that had the young blonde crying and thrusting in less than a
minute.

   `NAAAH...P-P-PLEEESE...HUH...HUH...HAAAH!  OH FUCK!  OH FUUUUCK!  OH
PLEEESE...PLEEESE!  HAAAAAAH!'

   Colonel Mendoza took a drink and lit a cigarette as he watched his men
working the blonde American teenager's cock and anus while the teardrop
weights swung and danced on their chains, the clips biting into his nipples
so hard that the tips now looked like swollen, dull red berries.  `Our
young friend doesn't seem to know what he wants, does he?' the Colonel said
as Jorges pumped the teenager's cock harder and faster.  Tomas gritted his
teeth, fighting to hold off cumming for just a little bit longer as he felt
Andy Douglas's muscles beginning to clench and tense as he too reached the
point of no return.

   `Gaaaaah...fuuuuk!  Yes...oh fuck...YES...FUUUUUUCK YESSS!'

   Andy Douglas bucked and jerked violently as Jorges expert fingers milked
his cock for the second time in less that half and hour.  Jorges gripped
the shaft, stretching the skin down so the purple-red helmet of Andy's
abused cock reared back.  He held the shaft as the last few spurts of semen
dribbled and dripped onto the floor, grinned across at the Colonel...and
then used the tips of his fingers to play with the slippery, wet head
again.

   `Good boy...that's a good boy...lots of juice left...makes you feel
excited yes?'

   `N-N-NAAAAH...D-D-Don...AAAAAH!  No, no p-p-please...don't
touch...Gaaah! GAAAAAARGH!  NAAAAAAAAAH!'

   Andy's jerking spasms were too much for Tomas who suddenly yelled out
and rammed his hips forwards.  He gave two more hard ramming thrusts then
pulled his cock free and rested the shaft in the cleft of the teenagers
buttocks allowing thick ropes of creamy fluid to spurt across Andy's back.
He rocked on his heels so his cock slid up and down the well-smacked
buttocks, enjoying the skin on skin feeling as he let the last dribbles
smear across the pinioned and squirming teenager's bottom.

   Jorges played with the teenager's cock for a little longer then bent the
shaft down and let it go so it sprang back and slapped against his abdomen.
`Still like an iron bar, Colonel, we make him cum more times yet.'

   Colonel Mendoza smiled and tapped the ash from his cigarette.  Oh yes,
he thought, we've only just started playing with young Andy...'
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