The continuation of "Wayne is prostituted" (M/b*, anal, ped, rape)
part 2 of 2
by Liam An Scribhneoir


Dr. Macró arrived two days after Thomas placed a call informing him that 
some prime prime chicken was available in which he was certain to be 
interested. He parked in the driveway and actually ran to the back door.

"Hola, Arsenio. ¿Que tal?" [Hello, Arsenio. How are things?]

"¿Donde esta el rubito?" [Were is the little blond?]

"En la salón para follar." [He's in the fuck room.]

"Pero sigue virgen, ¿no?" [But he's still a virgin, yes?]

He fingered the fattie he had been smoking, and looked a bit embarassed. 
"Uh, no, amigo. Un caballero ya lo ha desvirgado." [Uh, no, friend. A 
gentleman has already deflowered him.]

Arsenio frowned "¿Estás tratando de vender mercancía dañada?" [Are you 
trying to sell me damaged goods?]  

Thomas adopted a hurt expression. "Por favor, ponerlo a prueba. Entonces 
te puedes juzgar el valor para ti." [Please, try him. Then you can judge 
his value to you.]

The doctor adopted an apologetic tone. "Muchas gracias. Eres verdadero 
caballero. Voy a ponerlo a prueba." [Thank you. You are a true gentlemen. 
I'm going to try him.]

"No te apresures." [No rush.]

Arsenio turned and walked down the hall to the doorway of the room where 
the boy was being held. He opened the door, and there he lay, naked and 
tied prone to the bed. He came into the room and examined him closely. 
"Muy bueno, no hay cicatrices en el cuerpo, y el cutis es suave y sin pelo."
[Very good. There are no marks on the body, and the skin is smooth and 
hairless.] 

When Wayne heard someone speak, his head jerked up, and he turned to 
face the man "Help me, please. Mr Jacobsen is a bad man. He drugged me 
yesterday, tied me here, and let a lot of men fuck me."  

"Pobre chiquito. How terrible for you. You say they fucked you? I'm a 
doctor. May I look between your buttocks to see what they have done?"

"What? Uh, yeah, I guess .. if you're a real doctor."

"I swear that I am a real doctor." and he gently seperate Wayne's 
buttocks. The boy's anus was swollen, but it was still pink, indicating 
that the boy was not in the habit of taking anything up his arse. "Lo 
entiendo, guerito. I see that your anus is swollen. I will help you." 
He walked to the foot of the bed where the boy could not see him.

"Wait! No, untie me before Mr. Jacobsen finds you helping me."

Arsenio quietly removed his sandals, trousers, and shirt. Already hard 
with expectation, he climbed over the foot of the bed, mounted the 
boy, and penetrated him before Wayne knew what was happening. The boy 
cried and protested which showed Arsenio that he was right in thinking 
that the boy hadn’t been fucked much at all. The man very leisurely 
fucked Wayne's butthole for a while until he was satisfied, at which 
point he sped up and came inside the boy. Dismounting, he put his 
clothes back on, and left the room.

On seeing Thomas, he said "Dices la verdad. El cuerpo del niño es 
perfecto ... suave y sin pelo o imperfección, y el cabello es rubio. 
El culo es aterciopelado y muy muy servicial. Él gustaría a todos 
mis clientes. Pero, por desgracia, ya no es virgen."
[You're telling the truth. The boy's body is perfect ... smooth, 
hairless and without imperfection, and he's blond. His arsehole is 
velvety and very accomodating. He'd please all of my clients. 
Unfortunately, he's no longer a virgin.]

"Lo siento mucho, pero el culito no puede revirgarse." [I'm sorry, but 
his little arsehole cannot be returned to vorgin.]

"Si, si, lo entiendo. Que podría conseguir más dinero para los 
chiquitos si sus culitos podrían ser revirgido. Él sigue siendo un 
guerito lindo con cuerpo sin pelo. Te pagaré $700."
[Yes, yes, I understand. I would be able to make more money for little 
boys if their little arseholes could be returnmed to virgin. Still, he's 
a cute pale hairless little one. I'll pay pay you $700]  

"Pero me ha ganado $6.000 anoche. Quiero $1.000."
[But he earned me $6000 last night. I was $1000.]

"Pero él era virgen ayer. $800."
[But he was a virgin then. $800.]

"$900"

"$850"

"Bien, estoy de acuerdo. $850 para el chiquito. Has de comprar un buen 
putito." [Okay, I agree. $850 for the boy. You've acquired a good little
whore.]

The doctor smiled. "Espero que si. Vas a noquearlo, atar y amordazar, 
y escondar en el compartimento secreto de mi auto, ¿no?" [I hope so. You 
are going to knock him out, bind and gag him, and hide him in the secret 
compartment in my car, yes?]

"Claro que si. Como siempre." [Certainly, as always.]

"Muy bien, mi amigo, muy bien." []

"Es que sellemos el trato con el tequila?" [Shall we seal the deal with 
taquila?]

"Sí, pero sólo una copita. He de volver a Nuevo Laredo esta noche." 
[Yes, but only a little. I must retrun to Nuevo Laredo tonight.]

Arsenio's trip back to Nuevo Laredo went as smoothly as had the many 
before. The average America official didn't care about a Latino who's 
leaving the USA, and for $100, neither did the average Mexican 
official.    

Many hours later, Wayne awoke naked, tied to a diffferent bed, and being 
vigerously fucked again. “Stop. Who are you?”

The man on top of him said "Ah, el gringuito rubio se ha despertado. Te gusta 
la polla dura en tu culito, no? Pues me gusta follar los culos de los 
chiquitos como ti  .... especialmente los rubios." [Ah, the little 
blond gringo is awake. You like my hard cock in your little arsehole, yes? 
Well, I love fucking little boys' arseholes ... especiually blond ones]

"What? I don't understand."

"No hablas castellano? Que lastima." [You don't understand Spanish? Too bad.]At no point did he stop fucking 
Wayne's little arsehole. Finally, he shuddered and shot his load in 
Wayne’s rectum. He then dismounted, pulled up and fastened his pants, 
and left. 

In less than a minute, another man entered, dropped his pants, and 
mounted the boy.

“No, please.”

The man slapped the back of Waynes head. “Callate! Me gusta sólo 
los putos silencio.” [Shut up! I like only silent whores.] He fucked the boy as roughly as possible, shot his 
wad, dismounted, and left. 

Dr.Macrós was the next to enter the room. “Putito, I hear you are awake.”

“Where am I?”

“You are in my place. I bought you from Mr. Jacobson, and brought you 
to my place here in Mexico.”

“Mexico? You can’t take me to Mexico. That's kidnapping.”

“Chiquito, I have already done it.”

“Let me go.” the boy whined.

“No, you will stay where you are. I have a room of men all waiting to 
fuck you.”

“How .. how many men?”

“5 have already fucked you total: 3 before you woke up and two after. 
There are 18 men in my office. Now, I must go so the next man can 
come in and fuck you.” 

There followed a procession of 25 Latinos, all of whom fucked Wayne in 
the arse, and all of whom eventually looked the same to the boy. He gave 
up begging for help early on, and just tried to lay there and endure it. 
Finally, Arsenio returned.

"Well, putito, we did very well today. I made $1.500 today thanks to 
your cute face and velvet arsehole. We have closed for the night. I will 
take you to your quarters and give you some food and water." He untied 
Wayne who, as he got up stifly from ghe bed, saw a huge stick pool had 
been formed under him by the oozings from his arsehole of the many loads 
men had shot in his rectum. Arsenio excorted him naked to a small room 
that held a large cage. He pushed the boy into the cage and locked it, 
brought him food and water. As Wayne boy ate and drank, he felt a sudden 
desperate need for a toilet, but finding only a bucket, sat on it to 
answer the call of nature. When he stood up he was surpriszed to see 
that most of what was in the bucket was a sticky off-white mass. Arsenio 
laughed "That will happened every night, putito. It's from all the milk 
the men shoot up for arsehole." The doctor turned off the lights and left, 
the boy curled up on a blanket in one corner and cried himszelfg to sleep.

Wayne awoke the next day when Arsenio turned on the lights. "Despierta, 
chiquito. Tiempo para bañarte y separe las piernas para mis clientes." 
[Wake up, boy. Time for you to bathe and spread your legs for my clients]

"Huh?"

He took the boy by the arm and pulled him into the bahroom. "Shower and 
clean yourself up. Then you may eat." After the boy ate, Arsenio took 
him back to the special room and tied him prone on he bed again. Wayne 
noticed that at least the sheets had been changed.

About an hour after the doctor opened his office for the day, Sargent 
Torón sauntered in.

"Buenos días, Sargent Torón. ¿Cómo yo podría ayudar? ¿Está usted bien?"
[Good day, Sargent Toron. How might I be able to help you? Are you well?]

"Estoy bien, pero usted sea que no. Un caballero me ha dicho que usted 
está ejecutando un burdel aquí y que su puta es un gringuito rubio. ¿Es 
la verdad?" [I'm well but you might not be. A gentleman has
told me that you are running a bordello here and that the whore is a 
little gringo]

"Sargent, quien se me calumnia así? ¿Me veo como un dueño de un 
burdel?" [Sargent, who would slander me so? Do I look like the manager of 
a a bordello?] 

"He aprendido que un caballero puede ser un chulo al igual un 
agente de policía puede disfrutar follando chiquitos rubios. ¿Lo 
entiende?" [I have learned that a gentlemen can be a pimp just as an officer
of the police can enjoy fucking little blond boys. Do you understand?]

"Lo entiendo. Si usted encuentra un putito aquí, entonces usted debe 
tratarlo como se guste." [I understand. If you find a whore here, then you
should treat him as pleases you.]

"Muy bien, señor. Le agradezco la cooperación. Ahora voy a buscar en 
este edificio." [Very well, sir. I appreciate you co-operation. I'm now 
going to search this building.]

Without another word, Torón looked in the examining room, then entered 
the area behind Macró. To the left he found medical supplies, ahead a 
kitchen, next a bathroom with shower. That left only the door at the 
right end of the hall. He walked casually up to it, opened the door, 
looked in, and entered, closing the door behind him. He stood for a 
moment, looking at the naked boy on the bed from feet upward, then he 
walked to the left of the bed.

When Wayne saw him, he cried out. "Officer! Officer, help me, please! 
Please! I've been kidnapped by Doctor Macró, and he has been letting 
men fuck me. 

"Eres americano ¿no?" [You're American, yes?]

"What? Yes, American."

"Yo tambien." [Me too.] He laughed, cupped and lifted Wayne's head. 
"¡Qué bonito! Y tus ojos son tan azules como el agua que vas a llorar 
por ellos." [How pretty. And you are are blue like the tears you are 
going to shed for me.]]

"Don't smile at me. Help! ... me!"

"Ayudarte? Rubito, voy a servirme tu culito." [Help you? Blondie, I'm 
to help myself to you] and he began taking off his uniform: gunbelt, 
hat, shirt, boots, socks, trousers, and boxers last. Then he stood 
there so that the boy could get a good view of his muscular brown body 
and his shockingly thick cock.

Wayne's eyes grew wide when he realized what the policeman was going to 
do. "No. Please, no. Please don't rape me. Please don't."

"Me excita muy mucho que me pidas que no te folle por el culo. Mira! 
Mi polla es ya completamente rigida y dura como una vara de hierro. 
Siga pidiéndome." [It excits me that beg me not to fuck you in the arse. 
Look! My cock is fully stiff and hard like an iron rod. Continue begging 
me] Torón walked to the foot of the bed, 
climbed onto the mattress between the boy's legs, and spread Wayne's 
buttocks. "Tu culito es todavía muy pequeño y de color rosa, chiquito. 
Has sido putito sólo por un corto período de tiempo, ¿verdad? Tal vez 
mi polla gorda va a encontrar un poco de la virginidad en ti. ¿Vas a 
sangrar para mí como una virgen? Espero que si." [Your little hole is 
still small and rosey. You've been a liitle whore for only a short time, 
true? Maybe my thick dick a little virginity in you. Are you going to
bleed for me like a virgin? I hope so.]

"I don't understand." The boy whimpered and began to cry.

"¿Ya estás llorando? Muy excitando." [You're already crying. Very 
exciting.] He aimed the massive mushroom head against Wayne's hole and 
began to push. "Es que no me vas a pedir que no yo te viole? ¡Qué 
desilusión! Entonces yo tengo que hacerte gritar." [Aren't you going 
to beg me not to rape you? How disappointing. Then I will have to make 
you scream.] Torón began pushing much harder. He began to feel the boy's 
hole to open, but instead of easing back he pushed even harder. When the 
head popped through it was immediately driven to the max by the entirity 
of the shaft. In less than two minutes, the man was balls-deep in the 
boy, and the boy was screaming. "Que gritas tan bellamente, putito." 
[You scream so prettily, little whore]

As Torón lay down on top of him, Wayne was afraid he would pass out 
from the pain, just as he did with the first guy at Mr. Jacobsen's 
place. Just as it seemed he might not pass out, the man began to fuck 
him: not slowly in and out but rapidly and violently. The boy's head 
swum and he alternated between moaning loudly and screaming. The 
brutality went on and on.

Eventually, the man could not hold off any longer. "Estoy a punto de 
terminar. ¿Quieres que te llene con mi leche? Creo que si, putito, 
creo que sí." [I'm near the end. Do you want me to fill you with my 
milk? I believe that you do, little whore] He gave one last trust, 
and he came. Wayne felt the spurts hit the walls of his gut, and he 
wondered if the man would ever stop. When he did stop, he still lay 
on top of the boy. "Me gusta tu coñito mucho, putito. Voy a utilizar 
con mucha frecuencia. Mi esposa es una puta que se queja de que mi 
polla es demasiado grande y ya no me dejó follarla." [I like your 
little cunt, whore. I'm going to use it frequently. My wife's a whore 
who claims my cock is too big and already won't let me fuck her.]

Finally, he got up, pulling his cock from Wayne's throbbing arsehole, 
and walked around to his uniform. He looked down at his cock, and 
exclaimed "¡Mira! Has sangrado en mí polla como una virgen." [Look! 
You bled on my cock like a virgin.] and grinned broadly He didn't 
even bother to clean the blood off but just dressed. Before he left 
the room, he said "By the way, I understand English perfectly." and 
laughed.

"Bueno, señor, creo que he buscado lo suficiente. No he encontrado 
ningún problema aquí. Pero recuerda que yo venga y buscar de nuevo 
cuando me gusta" [Well, sir, I think I've searched enough. I've not 
encountered any problem here. But remember that I may come and search 
again when I like.]

"Claro que si, Sargent Torón. Haste luego." [Clearly, Sargent Toron. 
Until then.] Before Arsenio bothered to look in on the boy, he hung 
a sign outside the door that read "El chico ha sido Torónado." [The 
boy has been Toróned.]     


END
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many years as a convict in their local prison.
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