Then a lucky visit from a Santeria priest and now here was Sergey this once smug self assured opponent compelled to satisfy Tito’s every sexual whim. “Not so macho now huh,” Tito thought as he gazed at Sergey. Pulling your meat like some candy-ass fag boy for my fun. A guttural groan came from Sergey as he dripped more fluids . Tito smirked. He intended to milk the handsome Russian hunk so bad he’d be just a shell of his former self.

Yeah that priest had been the best thing for him and his boys Tito mused as he recalled how he had met with the guy that first time. Funny even now all Tito could remember was feeling warm and woozy as the guy spoke to him that first time.

“If you want to destroy your enemy you must consume him,” the gnarled priest said in a firm deep voice that belied his frail appearance when he met with the Latino gang leader.

“How do we fucking do that,” Tito growled. He was losing patience but one of his home-boys had assured Tito that this voodoo guy was the real deal and so Tito had agreed to a private meeting. The priest’s room had smelled of burning herbs. After a few minutes it gave him a woozy feeling forcing him to sit but his macho image wasn’t going to let him complain in front of the old man.

“I will tell you .” The priest chuckled. “Listen to my words carefully and you will be understand.” He threw more herbs on a nearby fire. The heavy smoke was almost chocking Tito who felt funny as things lost focus.

The guy started talking but in a voice so low it took all of the Latino stud’s efforts to hear him. “You mind speaking...louder.” Tito said as the room swirled. Those freaking smoldering herbs were making him dizzy.

“You must listen and follow my words to secure your needs fully.” The Santeria priest muttered.

“I must listen and follow,” Tito found himself replying as the smells of the flaming herbs filled his lungs and sent his brain reeling. For some reason the guy’s voice steadied him so the studly leader concentrated on it.

“You can only defeat your rivals by consuming the essence of their manhood.” The man said quietly.

“Consume their manhood,” Tito nodded as he drank in the logic of this thought. “Defeats my rivals!”

“It is not only necessary; the very thought of doing it sexually arouses you beyond belief.” The priest stated forcefully as he whispered those ideas into Tito’s ear creating mental pictures to keep Tito aroused and thus off balance.

“Yeah,” Tito grunted. As the suggestions filled his brain he found his cock was also responding. Tito instinctively reached down to rub his enlarged basket. His meat strained at the material of his pants. “Defeat and take their essence.” A lewd grin came to his handsome face. His brain was not only loopy from the drug’s odors but so sexually diverted by the increased stimulation he was giving himself as well that it was easy prey to a mental attack.

The priest gazed at the muscular young man’s actions and smiled. “The lessons commence.” He said as he leaned in to start his reprogramming on the aroused Latin stud. “I will now teach you about the pleasures of consuming their essences. Relax and listen and obey.” He instructed.

“Yes.” Tito answered as his arms dropped to his side. He features were dull and his stare vacant. The priest reached down and unzipped the Latin’s hunk’s zipper freeing the stud’s long thick meat and hefty low hangers.

The older man began to masturbate the young gang leader. As Tito moaned and squirmed in sheer erotic pleasure the priest continued his training. “You will feel this pleasure whenever you take in your rival's essence understand.”

Tito nodded as his body and brain yielded. “Fucccccc,” he muttered.

“Every man’s essence is lodged in his cock’s cream understand.” The man stated firmly as he increased his manual jerks on Tito’s erect meat. “You drink it and you take over his manhood. If he drinks yours however you are merely seeding him and thus keeping him as your slave.” The man’s hand moved faster now on Tito’s rod.

“Drink his cream…oh godddd,” Tito babbled as his body reached a heightened sexual frenzy. He was so disorientated by the drugs and sex that the illogic of the statements never registered; his addled brain just meekly accepted and programmed itself to believe it all. As the man pumped the gang leader’s cock more rapidly Tito subconsciously raised his hips from the chair and was soon thrusting his meat in and out of the man’s tight grip. “Ah.Ah.Ah” the muscled hunk grunted in time to his humping. His eyes were completely glazed in sexual heat.

“Good boy,” the priest laughed as he continued his lessons & re orientated his charge making sure to keep him drugged and aroused as Tito soaked in the new imprints on his mind. Tito spent the rest of that meeting in a state of sexual heat and absolute pliability.

By the time Tito was permitted to ejaculate he was filled with a desire to do everything he had been taught. He left & quickly set up a series of contacts with the priest with each of his home-boys. Now Tito and his boys realized that to beat the other gang it was necessary to constantly drink their essence. The guys had kidnapped one or two members of the Russians, brought them to the priest for a ‘chat’. The captured gang boys had feed Tito and his boys that night with their first taste of their Russian ‘essence’ . Later the now docile Russians had been released so they could set up their leader for an ambush later. Taking Sergey had been a blast.

“You guys will pay for this,” Sergey had yelled as they tied him to a chair and left him with the priest.

The priest had taken his time with the young Russian hunk making sure that the herbs he used were the purest and most powerful in his satchel.

“I swear....I...swear,” Sergey had yelled as he strained against the bindings unaware that the more he struggled the more drugged laced air his body took in. “God....that....smell,” he sighed as his eyes grew dull.

“You like it don’t you,” the priest murmured as he leaned in and whispered to the Russian.

“I...huh,” Sergey replied as he tried to focus but failed. The priest fanned a huge wave of smoke into Sergey’s face. “Are ..you…crazzzz,” he coughed as the vapors filled his lungs. The room tilted ; a large black hole opened and the Russian fell in. “Oh...mannnnnn.” He sighed.The good-looking Russian’s face went slack .

“Yes, you like it.” The man stated firmly as he carefully unzipped Sergey’s pants and reached inside to fondle his Russian manhood. The priest was impressed. Sergey’s tool was long and thick. He began stroking the growing erection.

“I...like it.” Sergey said softly as all traces of his resistance melted. His defined body went limp in his seat as his legs spread apart. Sergey’s girlfriend always joked she could get her way because Sergey was a slave to his cock. ‘Stroke his meat and he cannot think straight,’ she chuckled. Today that joke would prove all too true. “I..I…Likeeeee,” the young leader moaned as he opened his mental defenses to the invader. “You do. And more importantly you like something even more.” The priest insisted as he brought the young stud to further arousal.

“I..Like,” Sergey nodded. “Something more.” For some reason his brain just wanted to agree with the guy.

“You like pleasing Tito and his gang members in every way.” The Santeria priest suggested as he adjusted his grip to maximize the pleasurable effects on his trainee.

“Pleasing Tito. I like.” Sergey muttered softly. A goofy smile came to his face. “I like ...Tito being...pleased.” he was awash in erotic drugged bliss. He mind was now associating the suggestions with the feelings he was experiencing. Soon it would be permanently wired for it.

“Good,” the priest laughed. “Now we begin in earnest!” For the next half hour the voodoo priest repeatedly suggested and instructed the handsome Russian hunk how much sexual pleasure he would feel in service to his former gang enemies. The priest kept Sergey aroused during the process but was careful not to let him act on it. “No, you must not touch yourself,” he chuckled as he playfully swatted away every attempt of the young Russian to help pump his own erection. “Soon though I promise.” By the end of the session the once arrogant blonde Russian stud was writhing in sexual heat and all too willing to become sexual putty at the hands of the Latin gang boys. At last he was ready the priest decided. “You may touch yourself now but remember why you are doing it.” He stated as he placed Sergey’s hands on his throbbing erection.

“Because I like servicing Tito and his friends.” Sergey laughed as he pumped his engorged rod .

“Good boy,” the priest replied . “As you ejaculate keep in your mind the image of how hot Tito and his boys are and how it is pleasing them that inspires you to this eruption.”

“Yeah. Pleasing them.So fucking hot.” Sergey groaned as he shot his wad and slumped in his chair.

The priest called in Tito and his gang to help reinforce Sergey’s training that very night.

Now Sergey was happily milking his pud for Tito. He had eagerly set up his own Russian gang members for capture and re training from the priest. Sergey and his gang-bangers were now willingly provided spunk for Tito and his home-boys on a daily basis. In fact some of his gang boys had paired off and were in a live-in connection with a member of the other gang. “Good idea to keep a steady supply available huh,” Tito had laughed when the first of his bros asked to pair up with a Russian in an exclusive relationship. By now, even if the priest hadn’t informed Tito how important regular seed intake was the hunky Latino leader would be doing this. Being able to see the handsome Russian leader’s performance was as exciting as hell. Tito had to admit the guy was hot looking. If Tito had been a fag he would be turned on by now. Reaching down the young Latino absently rubbed his crotch savoring the growing hardness of his eight inches that pressed in his CK’s. Sergey was lucky Tito was all man.

From another room Tito could hear the loud grunts of his second in command. From the whimpers that also came from the room it was obvious that Sergey’s top Lt , a muscular black haired green eyed hunk named Illya, was getting ready to be plowed. Tito imagined that hard smooth skinned body of Illya pinned under Pablo’s beer gut. “Not the big ladies man now I bet Illya,”he murmured to himself as his own member stiffened slightly fuller thinking about Illya’s round high rear thrust up and waiting for penetration.

Though Tito was as all man as Pablo he had to admit that the young Russian second in command was as sexy as they come. Tight, compact body with long dark lashes set against a pale skin & a fully rounded bubble butt that begged to be plowed. If Tito had been gay he would have been all over the guy. He had been the last to be captured and had fought off three of Tito’s best fighters. Tito had admired the smaller Russian’s spirit and had gone so far as to ask the priest not to break it in the young dark beauty. The priest had just nodded with a mysterious smile.

Today was Illya’s first milk run. Tito smiled as he recalled how Pablo took the now mind zapped young Russian enforcer into the back room assuring Tito that he, Pablo, would “screw the fluids right out of him” From the sounds coming from back there Pablo was preparing to do a major hurt on the handsome stud. Tito visualized that hot butt on Illya once more. He saw in his mind the young Russian’s sensual face and full lips. He adjusted his package.“Hey Pablo you do him yet?” Tito yelled suddenly.

“Just been greasing him up with my finger. Why mi amigo?” came a gruff reply from the backroom.

“Listen leave him. This fag leader bores me. You take over here I’ll handle your guy. That okay.” Tito said. He waited. For some reason his throat felt dry.

“No sweat boss ,” Pablo chuckled. “Been hoping have that fag boss Sergey go down on me. “Take this one.”

Tito left Sergey and changed places with Pablo. “Bro,” he said slowly trying to be cool. “I’m thinking of keeping Illya as my own personal reward.”

“Hey the stud’s yours man,” Pablo laughed. “You are the leader. You take whatever man.”

Tito playfully punched Pablo’s arm and the two men embraced. “Hey bro,” Tito smiled. “We’re cool.” he walked to the room where Illya was lying face down and entered. He closed the door for privacy and climbed into bed with Illya. Tito stared at the young Russian’s round firm butt. The Latino leader’s own cock stirred; his lips felt dry. Tito quickly stripped then turned the handsome young Russian to face him. As he gazed into the warm eyes of the Russian his mind wandered back to the day he encountered that priest. “Imagine having the power to turn a guy like Sergey or Illya into a fag” he thought as he pulled his bed mate close and exchanged a sensual deep throated kiss with the young dark-haired Russian. “Gees glad that priest didn’t ‘do’ my gang,” he thought as he leaned downward and sucked on Illya’s round hard nipples. The former Russian gang ‘muscle’ let out a soft squeal of delight as Tito kissed downward toward the already stiff uncut 9" the Russian sported. “Yes. More.” He muttered as he stroked Tito’s hair. Tito felt Illya’s hands guiding him down toward the young Russian’s raging hard-on. Tito’s lips encircled his first cock . Tito’s tongue explored the novel texture of the hard throbbing flesh. For some reason the taste aroused him to new heights and his own rod swelled . He felt Illya’s hand pushing his face deeper into the bushy patch. His lungs filled with an unusual yet erotic musky scent and his face tingled as the Russian’s pubic hairs brushed against his skin. Illya’ s hefty nuts hit Tito’s chin.

“Yes. Suck me .” Illya’ cooed sensually as he felt Tito’s moist wet warmth engulf his manhood. The good-looking Russian Lt. spread his muscular thighs to give his conqueror more access.

Tito’s brained was on fire. He pulled off the thick rod to suck on Illya’s sack. His tongue savored the prickly sensation of the hairs that covered them. Illya had a nice set of rounded balls. They wiggled in their covered pouch and rolled sensually in his mouth . “Oh yes,” he sighed as he pulled them deep into his throat.

“OH FUCK,”Illya yelled as his large nuts were vacuumed down. His manhood rose to full height and slapped urgently against the visage of the Latino gang leader.

From the dripping wetness on his face Tito knew the Russian was ready to be milked.“Yeah best drinking directly from the source every time,” Tito mused as he released the Russian’s sack and returned to service Illya’s throbbing organ. “I wonder if it’s better to get it deposited in the butt?” He mused as he slurped on the thick meat.

In the other room Pablo was lip locked with Sergey. The portly Latino was wrapped around the leaner blonde who had reached down to give the darker male his first anal fingering. "Damn ,” Pablo pondered as his prostate got touched. “Glad I ain’t a fag or I’d be hot for this every day.” As Sergey’s digital probing hit a spot deep in Pablo’s gut the young Latino grunted, “ Hey bro can’t you get it in deeper!”

“Anything to please you,” Sergey replied as he pushed Pablo onto his back & spread Pablo’s legs to angle in his Russian dick.

“Man if I were a fag I’d be howling,” Pablo yelled as he got his first dick plowing. His hole just sucked Sergey’s rod into his guts. Soon he was whimpering at the fiery pleasures his ass was capable of. “Yeah hooooowwwwwwllllllliinnggg!”

In the other room Illya quickly prepared Tito for his first penetration.

“Oh ghees.” Tito sighed as Illya fingered the hot Latino’s chute. The gang leader felt his body quake as the first ring loosened under the assault. Soon his lower guts were experiencing an unfamiliar but arousing warmth. “Oh babe deeper.” He whimpered as his brain lost touch with any reality other than the sensual touch of Illya on this hole.

“Ok boss,” Illya chuckled as he spread the moaning leader’s muscular brown thighs and pressed his hard Russian manhood deep inside the Latin hunk’s chute.

“OOOOOhhhhh,” Tito gasped as he lost his virginity. Every nerve in his body was alive as the driving heat of his first fucking surged throughout his torso.

“Yes.Yes.Yes.” he whimpered as he was plowed by the handsome Russian. Tito realized that his own rod stood fully erect. At one point Illya reached and began to pump it. "Oh mannnnnnn.” Tito screamed in delight as the two former enemies gyrated on the bed in full sexual heat.

“Come for me .” Illya pleaded as he humped in a frenzy.

“I..I...I...YEAHHH!” Tito replied as he erupted . His ass muscles clenched on Illya’s dick which sent Illya over the edge as well.

“AAARRGGHH!“ Illya screamed as he climaxed in Tito’s butt.

Being two young studs in full physical beauty and stamina the end result had been a roof shaking climax that had left them dazed and panting in a sweaty entwined heap.

Tito gazed at Illya and smiled. “Fuck me again bro,” He huskily groaned.

“Anything my new leader asks,” Illya responded as he bent down to rim Tito to prepare him for another round.

“Gees,” Tito mused as he squirmed in arousal at the tongue bath his butt hole was getting. “If I were a fag I’d be in heaven.” He reached down to push Illya’s face in deeper. “Hurry up I want that Russian rod in me dude.”

That night Tito & Illya engaged in every conceivable sexual act that guys could. The next morning the guys awoke in each other’s arms. “Damn if I was a fag I’d be in heaven Tito said to Illya as he held the Russian tight to his chest. “But time for some more of that seed you got.”Tito muttered to his smiling Russian who quietly pushed the Latin leader’s head down so he could get it fresh from the tap! As Tito slurped on the hard tube he hoped Pablo’s had not been offended to be stuck with Sergey. As Illya turned the Latino leader over for get another butt-fucking Tito felt a slight pang of guilt about sticking Pablo with Sergei.“Oh bro you know how to fuck a guy,” Tito gasped as his once cherry chute got screwed again . “Fags could learn from you baby.”

“Fags couldn’t take this like us real men can,” Illya’s grunted as he pistoned in and out of Tito’s warm tight rear. “That’s why we ain’t fags. After this you do my hole okay man !”

“You got that bro,” Tito mumbled as he got ready to pop his nuts once more. “Fags can’t handle this kind of man action. Too bad Pablo didn’t get any of this though.” If he had only known that in the next room Pablo was getting his fifth prostate massage he would have rested easier.

“Yeah bro,” Pablo moaned as he took it on all fours reveling in the contact of Sergey’s hard abs as they slapped against the soft flesh of his rear. “ God these fags might be onto something.” He muttered as his body shook with each thump of Sergey’s firm torso against his rear. Pablo’s guts burned with a growing arousal with each thrust inside his chute.

“Yeah,” huffed Sergey as he went at it. “Too bad we ain’t fags!” The young Russian’s meat felt the tightness of the Latino’s muscles gripping on his cock. The friction was almost too much to handle. Who knew a man’s ass could be so pleasurably fuckable he said to himself. From the groans and grunts Pablo was giving off the same must be true on the receiving end. “Man you got to do my hole next okay” he huffed as he ravished the Latino gang banger.

“You got it man,” Pablo cried as he felt his cock explode under him. “I’m going to ram myself so deep in your chute you’ll taste my rod at the back of your throat got it!”

“Arghh yeahhh.” Sergey whimpered as he flooded Pablo’s guts. The macho Russian collapsed onto Pablo . As he pulled out he could feel his own butt hole tingling with anticipation. “These fags must really get off on this huh?” He muttered as Pablo positioned himself behind the handsome Russian gang leader.

“Fags. Go figure them,” laughed Pablo as he raised Sergey on his haunches and rammed his dark meat between the muscular pale cheeks of his former enemy.

“Fags. I hate em allllllll,” Sergey gasped as his mind spun and he lost his train of thought under the anal assault of a hard meat up his bum. “Ugh. Ugh. Ugh.” He whimpered as he experienced his first taste of anal penetration. “Don’t stoppp,” he gurgled in delight.

From overhead the Santeria priest looked on and laughed!