Kyle, the queen of Miami part 9 by Aihu Fist
Copyright 2006 Aihu Fist. All Rights Reserved.
Kyle was not to be heard or seen for days. And the Juan was in big demand. The colonels, captains had insisted that they should recruit him for the army barracks.
But I gave them a firm `no'.
Then, one day when Juan had gone to school, an old Chevy stopped in front of the hostel. Antonio came panting knocking on my door.
-Rapido, the colonel is here.
It was damned 6 pm. What did the bugger want now? I would soon find out. But I was to get into the limousine.
-Headquarters, the colonel barked.
At the barracks I was given a push in the back.
-Cigar?
-No thank you...
-Ok. Let's not beat about the bush.
-????
-Don't act the dumb one, please. We have followed your son's doings and handlings very carefully.
He made a sign to the soldier to close the double doors. The soldier saluted and left closing the doors firmly. The colonel opened a drawer and brought out a portfolio. I saw a huge picture with Kyle naked on it, being raped by soldiers. He had his arms tied up against a bunk bed in handcuffs. The next picture four men had him tied down naked to the ground, each one held a wrist down. The next picture was a close up of a cock entering a white hairy crack, which I recognized as Kyle's because of a birthmark. It was a whole stash of pictures in colors. Kyle cocksucking, Kyle showing his rear wide open, Kyle wearing leather knickers with a dildo in his mouth and eyeshades on. Kyle with a police baton up his arse, and Kyle masturbating while sucking a black cock. My own got hard in a minute. Probably I flushed red in my face because the colonel quipped:
-A bit embarrassed? I cannot believe it.
I went on and got to see more hardcore pictures, one cruder than the other. I went dry in my mouth and I looked up feverishly. My mind raced...what does he want from me?
-I can read your mind. You ask yourself what I want from you.
I nodded.
-We found this gringo boy hanging around in the discos in town, the ones that are known for bricheros and bricheras (gigolos). He is aware of his good looks. One of our men followed him to the loo of Mama Africa (the disco) where he began playing with his dick, trying to seduce one of my men. Of course my man couldn't resist and took him to the barracks secretly. But how long can you keep such a secret? A white handsome gringo of about twenty who is half drunk and not man enough to stand on his legs, who all of a sudden finds himself in a dorm of horny peers? We keep our boys away form women so they are fit for any duty. The gringo babbles too much and crashes out on the soldier's bed. What does the soldier do? He gets undressed and yanks the trousers off the gringo's butt, who was too far gone either with drugs or booze or both. The soldier sees his chance pure and clear and turned him on his tummy and rapes him.
Now this is the story that we have from all the boys of the dorm. I have interviewed them one by one and got that story firsthand. None of them were asleep. At first they waited and looked at it with curiosity, but the soldier got so deeply involved that his moaning must`ve stirred some other horny studs as well. Excuse me for using this vile language, but I try to paraphrase the soldiers' words.
-Some of the boys got closer and made pictures with their cell phones and send them around to others. There were twenty recruits in that dorm. All of them are hundred percent straight guys! And look what he caused; your handsome son enchanted all of them with his white butt. The soldiers are of humble origin, Indians or campesinos (peasants, a common term fro Indians) and some mestizos. The latter are often the worst, a depraved bunch if you ask me. But we cannot have the leash too tight on them. They are far away form home, have no girlfriend yet, and are horny and bored as hell. And when one who is known as a don Juan, cracks up and can't control his lust for sex, not even when it is a naked butt of a young man, then what can I do?
-Here, look some more...this went on till the wee hours of the morning. You imagine, twenty young horny kids? You could and I could jack off at least four or five times a day, no, when you were young no? I did, I know.
I didn't give him an answer on that. I saw Kyle with his eyes dilated, eating shit that fell from an Indian arse straight in his mouth behind his teeth. The next pictures showed Kyle spread-eagled and all the boys pissing on him.
-But this isn't the dorm anymore, I remarked.
-You are right. After the boy had fucked him very well, another did the same, followed by yet another one. They lined up before the kid, until Kyle seemed to get awake a bit and began to nearly scream out his anger. They pushed his head down in the pillow, so he shut up for a while and fell back into his comatose state.
-Here you see how they drag him away. They took him to the showers where they put him under the cold water to wake him up. I presume they wanted some collaboration from his side. This took like an hour of manhandling him. You see how the boys are laughing at him on this one and here you have to guys jerking off over him.
I looked at Kyle still undressed, lying flat out underneath the shower, one eye half open, his cock flat and lifeless.
-On this one you have already about seven soldiers getting naked themselves, some are touching one another, ready to jump him. This means all the barriers have gone. They have formed a group that is willing to condone and collaborate in anything; they knitted together like a clan and no one is going to be let off to sneak out of this group. They have humiliation or gang rape on their mind.
Nobody will chicken out. This is very normal for a human being in a group situation and stronger so in the army. You see, they all cling together; no one stands outside of the circle. Here he is encircled and they bend over him and cheer at him. Look this one gives him the finger `up your ass', and this one shows his arm up...all signs of machoness and phallic connotations.
-Yes, I agree.
-This one for instance is mean....He and his best mates drag Kyle on his tummy out of the shower. Now the animal in us human beings comes to the fore. The kids have no more morals or rules whatsoever. I am not there, no law and everyone agrees.
-This is strong picture: A soldier on top of Kyle's chest gets his dick out and the other soldiers cheer him on. Here a picture, a close up, that someone took.
I see Kyle with wide eyes open his mouth ready to take a dick twice my size in length and circumference. My dick throbbed like hell in my tight underwear. I swallowed.
-Look if it is too much, tell me...
-No, it is ok; I can handle it, sir.
-Of course you can, the colonel said over joyous.
This one you see only three have still their clothes on; if you through their legs, you can see Kyle holding and trying to suck off three cocks at the time. I have another set here.
He picks up another portfolio out of the same drawer. At least a hundred pictures sat in there.
-This is hardcore, really. I got his arse in close up with a finger half way in it; here he has two and three sitting in. Yes, it is a Negroe who does it. Two Indian boys have Kyle's arse perched up and the black is ready to have his go at him. A massive tool if you ask me. Ever seen a thing like that?
-No sir, no, I am impressed.
-What happened next...well just look for yourself. It turns into a gang rape; they all have him on their skewer. Twenty hot young men, can you believe it? I wish...
-You were there, sir?
-No, no I wish I could have prevented it and helped out poor Kyle. After this rape I suppose he is really not so tight anymore. What followed is that they picked him up and brought him back to the dorm. Where they chained him on a bed with handcuffs.
-Here you see a young guy taking turns on him. There you go...a close-up of a cop's baton entering Kyle's arsehole. He got a bit of help when the guys lifted him up. Like this picture here where the black guy again is the first to reach out for his own dick and shove it up Kyle's hole. Next you have two men back to back straddled over Kyle's tummy; one is sucking Kyle, which is not very common for Peruvian machos to do this, and certainly not in front of your macho mates. But somehow and exceptionally, they went and accepted it all. The Indian with his back against the other is mouth holing Kyle, now totally awake and chewing on it. That's about it. They left him there for a while and brought him back to the disco where they found him. It is by coincidence that I found out about it, by confiscating a cell phone of one the witnesses.
-So, where is he now?
-You don't know?
-No, I lost him, I was getting seriously worried. I hope he doesn't do any stupid things. --He said he would go to the jungle for a while to become a shaman. H e is so crazy, the drugs made him like that.
-Listen, I will send out a patrol to clean the town, I can do this. But in return...
-What?
-I need some go's at Juan, nothing more.
I had no choice, so I said `yes'.
-He will be home at eight pm. You can come over then.
-Deal, he said and shook my hand. I'll have the driver bring you home.
-By the way, can you give me sample of pictures of what happened with Kyle?
-Sure, the colonel grinned, for a few more go's with Juan,
-Deal, I said and I left.
Back home, I met Juan who was a bout to walk through the door. I seized him up, he was so gorgeous. He had his fancy black trousers on with a neat whit shirt and his necktie. He looked like a pilot of some airline. His hair combed to the side. He gave me a wink and said. Where have you been, uncle?
That's how all the boys call older persons.
-See an old friend. How was school?
-Tough. I have exams coming up. And in gym they start teasing me.
-What about?
-My legs.
-What's wrong with your legs?
-They don't grow hair.
-They tease me that I use Veet cream. Some say I should wear stockings and high heel shoes. And...
-And?
-Today I found a pair of girls knickers and a gay magazine in my schoolbag.
-What?? I will go and talk to the principal.
-Please, don't...it will pass, I'll get over it.
We stood in front of his room and got the key in the keyhole. I followed him. God, his room was a mess.
-You ought to clear up this mess; you are going to have a visitor in an hour, my dear Juan.
-I cannot...oh no.
-You must, you are bound by this contract with me. In return for food lodging and an occasional fuck, remember? Now clean up, take a bath and then after I help you with your homework.
He bent over, his pants sat so tight on his arse; I couldn't help but pinch it.
-Hey? He snapped.
-Hey what? You have a nice bum and you know it.
He beamed at that and smiled.
-Yes, I know, that's what another boy in my classroom said when he was alone with me.
-Alone, you mean?
-No, not so fast. He just wanted to see my dick when I was getting my frenchies on. He wore boxers, but he liked my underwear so much, he asked me to swap with him. So we did. Look!
His pants came down and I saw some silk boxers, made in Thailand.
-Neat! I said and squeezed what hung in it.
-Uncle!
-What now?
-Oh, nothing, just let me take shower.
He was getting ruder with me, day by the day, but I liked it. I took one last look over my shoulder, before I closed the door behind me. A little god he was. I lay back on my bed waiting for the ring on the door.
Antonio was out looking for more boys for our hostel. He'd get commission on every boy who worked for us if he did bring one new one. But the story of Juan's new friend intrigued more. I forgot to ask how the boy looked like and how big he was shaped between his legs. I had the hunch something more than just swapping underwear had happened. I would find out. What the colonel and Juan didn't know is that I had installed a security camera and so I could have may own porn show live in my room.
The bell went and I raced to the door, VIPs are never to be let waiting. Never! Certainly not this guy. I also didn't believe his story of Kyle having vanished in the nature. Maybe they had locked him up and were still using him for the boys until they had enough of him and then they would go for Juan, maybe. If I'd lose him, not even to think about it, but I would need urgent replacement for that kid, so better get to know his friend sooner than later.
-Come in sir, come in. Juan is waiting for you.
-Is he? How good of him and you.
-What about Kyle?
-Well, no clue yet, but we will ask staff of Mama Africa if they have seen him lately.
-This way, sir...well you know the way.
The colonel knocked gently on the door and Juan appeared in a nice Kimono that I bought for him at the Baratillo market (flea market) for a hundred soles only.
Juan looked at me and gave me that mischievous look. When the colonel didn't look at him he flashed his kimono open and I could just see his red thong and his hairless legs.
-So, muchacho, be good with the gentleman.
-Yes, sir I will!
The colonel was happy with this kind of comment. I ran to my room adjacent to Juan's and switched on the camera. Nothing in color, but who cared? Better than nothing. The colonel picked up Juan and brought his face to his lips and began kissing him allover.
Juan dangled between the strong arms like a puppy with no defense smothered with love. He then replied the kisses with caresses over the man's black thick hair.
-Te quiero, I heard him say.
-Yó tambien a ti, mi amor (me too my love).
He put him back on the floor like a precious Chinese vase. And they looked at each other without saying a word. Juan unfolded his kimono that fell soundless behind him. Teasingly he stripped the thong from between his crack and hips. He had become a pro, he knew how to entice this man, who was short of breath and said:
-Dios mio, eso es demasiado (My god this is too much)!
He fell on his old knees and twisted his head between the boy's thighs licking what he could. What he had been waiting for for so long. Juan spread his legs further apart and groped for the colonel's shirt pulling it out of his tight army trousers. He found a brown back which he caressed with love. The colonel then dropped on his shoulders further exploring the boy's cavity with a probing finger. Now that he was lying there, it was easy for Juan to unzip his fly and get the man's cock to rise up. Oh, and it was strong and pigheaded the way it thrilled with each touch of Juan's tongue. Yes, Juan was on all fours now in a sixty-nine pose. The colonel was lapping his crack, while Juan licked a bull's horn.
And I for instance had a bottle of wine up my gully while I went about stroking my tiny but healthy rod. I rolled the skin in up-tempo, my own fingers searched for my own hole to penetrate it with passion as every image in front of me revealed more and more.
The colonel got away from Juan's neatly shaped crevice and kissed him again on the mouth for about a long minute.
-Te quiero, he whispered while he pulled at the boy's long foreskin. Let me fuck you. Stay like this, I will go slowly, and you will love it.
Juan nodded, sheepishly. Looking back a number of times as if he were at the hospital and afraid to get a needle up his bum. He sure was going to get a different kind of needle up there.
He thrusted like a real soldier would, like they would have fucked Kyle probably.
-You arse is much tighter then that Jewish boy.
-Really, Juan sighed clenching his teeth to ward off the pain.
-Yes, much tighter, now with that gringo you can do everything. If you like you come over to the barracks, the boys there will show you what we do with him, and I mean what they do with him.
When I heard this, I nearly jumped out of my bed, now it crossed my mind that the one who had taken the pictures of the gang bang could have been him in person.
-You can fuck him there, have you ever? He said while he gave another blow inside Juan's cherished arse.
-No, but I dreamed about it.
So, Juan has his dreams about Kyle, interesting.
-Don't you have any other eeeeeeeexpeeriences with ooothers? The colonel puffed, looking like he was going to have a heart stroke, but he was actually shooting his load away.
Both sagged through their limbs on the rug.
-You were awesome, boy.
-You too, colonel, Juan said and got up quickly to wipe himself clean.
-I do have a friend, maybe you would like to meet him?
-Really, what's his name?
-Rodolpho.
-He is quite strong and loves a good fight. That's why he wants to join the army I think. He wants to be a captain later on, he said, because he loves fighting only not with me, though. With me he is very gentle, but mean with others.
-Why is that?
-I think he fancies me.
-Are you sure?
-Definitely. When we take showers at school he is always cueing up behind me. Sometimes the queue is so long and then we have to push and shove around and I always feel his dick pressed against my bum. When I look around, he smiles at me and gives me wink.
-Is he big?
-About fifty kilos.
-Nohhoo, I mean below his tummy.
-Oh, Yes quite big and long hanging.
-Today I was alone with him; we were the last ones to dry us off. And he came near me with a grin and asked me for me to swap knickers with him. I thought this was crazy, but I accepted. I think it was a way for him to see me naked.
-And did you do it?
-What...fuck him?
-No silly...swap your knickers.
-Yes, but we got both hard and then...yes, well he began to jerk me off without warning me.
-Did he not try anything with you?
-He tried.
-Like what?
-Get me to suck his dick, but I refused.
-Why.
-I didn't want others to find out, I don't know whether he would spread the news to his friends, it is already problematic enough like that.
-What is?
-Other boys in the class tease me often with my smooth hairless legs.
-Oh but I like them a lot.
The colonel gave the boy a sweet lasting kiss on his butt, got dressed and said:
-Thank you, uncle. Rodolpho also gave me a kiss on my butt and one my lips.
-So, you see he loves you. Bring him over sometime to my headquarters. You will have first class service by my men. Tomorrow, we can talk more about this and of course not without a fuck first. You need to get laid more often, you know, as I think there is a bright future ahead for you in the army too.
-You think so uncle? But I am not strong and manly like my school friend.
-There is room for many boys in the army also for less developed boys. Some are meant for the kitchen, some for helping the superiors, some for the laundry and some for the war.
-And what will I be?
-Tomorrow, my dear, he smooched and said `hasta la vista'.
I wiped the cream off my cock, switched off the camera and leapt outside to see the man out. Now I knew so much more. Kyle was alive and well and being a sex slave in the barracks. Juan would be either lured into it too and most probably his school friend would end up being one too soon. I had to have him first.
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