I was putting in a sex dungeon and hired a guy I knew from a mutual friend I trusted. He got to work, didn't ask questions, and seemed interested in the project. His names was Herman and he was an older Mexican man, and worked with a younger man he introduced as Santiago, who spoke no English. He was a pretty boy, with tousseled hair on top with shaved sides like I'd seen on a lot of younger latinos. They did a good job, and as things wrapped up and the room got more finished, shackles, a restrained shower, bolted down stocks and fuck benches...I noticed Bill was intrigued and Santiago appeared more and more uneasy. I once caught him muttering to himself as he bolted an x frame to the wall, but didn't understand him and he said and he stopped when he saw me. He was young and attractive, I didn't complain as long as he got the work done. As far as they knew it was for consensual adult activities.
Bill came across a book I kept, it had pictures of all the straight men I had been using in the garage, now the dungeon would be a more permanent official place to indulge in my practice of kidnapping and using men I wanted to use. Especially after I paid extra for soundproofing. I came across him looking, desperate men bound and gagged in various positions and he didn't looked freaked out, but asked to talk to me. I showed him to my office.
"We are finished up mostly, just a few final touches tomorrow. I have to mention what I saw..." Here it comes, he's going to judge, or worse I felt anxiety creep in he might recognize one of the men. "I saw a guy, Mike Mitchell, young local boxer, I did work on his garage...that guy was a straight. And he disappeared a few months ago, they thought he ran out on his contract with a girl." Panic set in, I considered a paperweight, but he continued, "I have zero problems señor, I think it's super hot what you're doing. And I have a proposal." I had a lot of emotions, this wasn't what I expected. "You like Santiago out there? He is a hot one, yes?"
I had spied the young Latin man out, I creeped him out but he was fit, maybe nineteen or twenty, narrow brown eyes, black hair, and he was beautiful with a little cleft in his chin. He had a round young ass that showed nice in his work jeans, and he had a good body from what I could tell. He usually wore a full jacket even in summer, but one very hot day he removed it and had on a tank showing off his pretty brown arms, muscular and smooth. He didn't seem to have much hair, I wondered if he even shaved, I thought Mexicans could be more hairy.
I nodded, "Yes, but I don't know where this is going." Herman leaned in, "I'll tell you, why don't you take him tomorrow, the last day? I won't have to pay him, I picked him up cheap because he is illegal and ICE is breathing down my neck, I'm taking a risk, and he is ungrateful to me." It crossed my mind he also wouldn't have to pay the boy up. "Also, he hates you and thinks you're weird. He complains while I protect him, and if ICE finds out I hid him it's my ass. So I'd rather hand his ass over to you...and then I forget all the pictures I saw of Mister Mitchell who went missing...that good?" I realize the sleezy guy was both blackmailing me and using me to take care of his problem, but get beyond that and I was getting a deal. The straight men didn't usually deliver themselves. And Santiago was sexy.
I smiled, "It's been a while since I fucked a Mexican." Herman shrugged and frowned slightly, "Not Mexican, the little fucker is Salvadoran, works good but doesn't know how to look the other way. Being less than legal himself, I don't get why he thinks he's so good. But tomorrow I'll have him here, you do the rest. I leave, you pay me, and I was always here working alone if anyone asks. Good?" I shook his hand, "Very good, especially if I don't have to pay extra for the...extra." Herman shook his head, "No, you're doing me a big favor, thanks. He left yelling in Spanish at Santiago, who gathered his tools and left. Guess the final walkthrough tomorrow would also have a full live test of the basement, I needed to decide what I wanted.
When they arrived the next day I took Herman aside and told him it would be simple if we could pull it off, I just wanted to get Santiago to "test" how well something was bolted to the floor by trying the bolted equipment, he would try each and attempt to escape, when he can't we would try the next one. When I like how he looks restrained, Herman will just leave and not look back. It was agreed and we started.
The first conversation didn't seem to go well, Santiago raised his brows at me as Herman explained the equipment needed to be tested to make sure it was sturdy as promised, and since he was young and strong he was the best to try. They discussed in rapid, sometimes angry, Spanish until Santiago finally agreed and started with the stocks. Head and wrists in, bent over, he was secured and tried to free himself. I liked his ass out that way, but wanted the feet secured so he wouldn't kick. I released him, some relief on his pretty brown face and visibly more relaxed. Then I selected the X frame he himself had installed. He backed up to the wall and I secured the chains on his wrists and ankles up above his workboots below the jeans. Then I turned a crank that pulled the chains tighter, spreading the limbs out. Once he was spread eagle, wrists and legs pulled tight out in all directions I nodded. Herman left. The young lad looked so confused at first.
Herman walked up the stairs, and Santiago began struggling. He tugged and pulled as I unzipped his jacket and then he wriggled harder as I sliced up the arms and removed it. He was attractive in his white tank, contrasting on his caramel tanned skin. I undid his belt and he started flushing and began yelling in Spanish, I understood nothing. I pulled the pants down as far as they would go spread like that, and sliced the denim until they fell both to the boots out either way down his legs. The legs and white briefs were exposed, I wasn't expecting that. They were a little sweaty from his work, and as he tied to move the tank moved up exposing flat tan smooth navel and belly button...he was an innie. There were some hairs at the crotch but they didn't extend, he seemed extra smooth.
He yelled at me in desperate Spanish, fearful brown eyes looking behind me hoping his boss would return and say this was a joke. I sliced off the tank and removed some hope there...and once I did the same to the rest of his jeans and tossed them aside, exposing more of his fit body...realization of the serious situation dawned more in his eyes. He had thought I was just a perv, but he had not realized it was men like him I perved on. He began speaking in rapid Spanish, angry, then bargaining, then just cursing and yelling. I ignored him and worked on stripping. Soon with effort I had him down to just his briefs. He really was oddly smooth, there was some hair on his calves and forearms, but so far he was almost completely smooth except the whisps promising pubes sticking out of his waistband.
I took a moment and leaned in before I removed his undies, and just ran a finger up his fit lean working body from the waistband, up his heaving stomach and chest, to his chin tilting his head up. He was absolutely too pretty. He spat in my face. Anger flashed and I punched him in the gut, he let out a horse exclamation. I went over and gathered both his sweaty socks and shoved them in his mouth, taping them in. Time to get a little more rough, I know I was in the wrong, but I get what Herman meant when he said this one had attitude. I would probably be meaner than usual.
I ripped the underwear from him in strips. It fell away. He had a modest bed of thin dark pubes around an uncut dark brown cock, slightly darker than the skin around it. The cock was average but thick, and the soft balls were velvety as I gripped and fondled them. I moved in close and locked his neck, the boy shuddered and squirmed in disgust. I tugged and he groaned into his stinking sock gag. Now completely stripped I took in his body. He had a flat stomach, slight muscled pecs, he was thin but fit. His nice thighs shook as he tried to get free, his arms tried too, just turning me on by displaying the biceps. His beautiful face was a little comical with his cheeks puffed out from both socks. His nose had a native quality, curving down but not very big. I noticed some slight dark freckles on his face from time in the sun.
Now I wanted to play, I worked his cock. From the heft and feel of his testicles the boy didn't ejaculate often, part of me hoped ever. I played and got him hard and erect, licking his nipples and playing with him as I jerked. He stiffened and after some play with his brown nipples the cock really got iron hard. I loved the feel of his soft cock skin under my rough hands. The boy clearly was no stranger to work, his hands were calloused as they gripped into fists and he endured molestation. I went into one of the storage room where they had put my supply boxes, yet to be unpacked. I grabbed one at random and brought it out.
Inside were some supplies, oil, lube, and various fluids for use. Also a few dildos, selection of sounding rods, and come clamps. I took two alligator clamps and placed them on his tender brown nipples, loving his grunts as the teeth pinched the soft mounds on his chest. Now I wanted to get mean, I rustled around the oils and found what I wanted...jalapeno oil. I put on gloves and got on my knees, working his cock to keep it good and hard. A brown cock head bulged a bit from the tender foreskin. I pulled it back to admire his whole mushroom. Time to season it.
I worked the oil into my gloved hands and gripped the balls and rubbed his head. He paused his struggles, and began moving his ass and pelvis around, making some higher pitched concerned sounds that became higher and he let muffled screams into his socks. I poured the oil up and down his cock and rubbed it in every fold, until his hard on glistened with it. The boy shook and thrashed, sweat forming on his body as the spicy oil settled into the tenderest skin on his body. I took a finger and reached under and fingered his virgin ass, penetrating his anus with the same oil. It was tight and warm...the oil would get it hot. I moved a second finger up and in along the first, twisting them inside him. His cock bounced straight and shining in front of him as I finger fucked his tight virgin hole. I found the spicy torture appropriate for a Salvadoran boy, and could smell the jalapeno wafting off his cock.
I pulled out, removed the gloves, and washed my hands. I enjoyed the sight a minute, a tortured boy spread out exposed to me, spiced and tortured in his most vulnerable places. I flicked at the alligator clips and bounced them until his nips went red. He shone with sweat, I got my phone and snapped a picture. I felt compelled to send it to Herman. He replied, "Fucking perfect, be sure to whip him." It was a good suggestion. I got through the boxes and returned to my Latin canvas with a cat o' nine tails. I held the top and let it go on his flat belly. The boy yelled and I continued, whipping him from the clipper nipples to the burning cock. I went until the whole mid section had reddened...I didn't split any skin of get a bullwhip though, I wanted to keep him mostly intact.
I wanted to sample my capture fully though. It really wasn't the right position, I needed to get those legs up for the ass to be more handy. I needed the bitch more compliant for that, I weighed my options and decided I had to soften him up. I punched him repeatedly in the gut, the poor fucker pitched his head forward coughing. He was flushed and red eyed. Then I reared back and punched him in the chin, his head banged back and he went limp. I quickly undid his left ankle. There were metal loops along the walls all over and I lifted his left thigh across his body, then extended the foot and tied a rope tight around the ankle. I secured the other side to a securing point in the wall and pulled the rope lifting his leg over and to the side and shifting his ass forward and out. I tied the rope and left him like that.
The result was great, his leg was stretched across exposing his spicy brown hole. His body was twisted with the leg over but the arms still secure, so he still faced forward, eyes closed still knocked out. I got a condom on to protect myself from his burning anus, and eased into the still unconscious Latino. His ass was tight, and I fucked up and in, watching his nipples clamps bounce as I fucked into him, slowly at first. I continued slow deliberate fucks until his eyes fluttered open and he realized what was happening. His already puffed cheeks puffed more as he panted in anger at his violation. He shook his head, yelled into his gag, and his twisted body struggled. The thigh I was gripping as I fucked him tensed and tried to pull back from its position to protect his burning straight hole, but nothing could keep this straight cunt from being fucked. I bet he wished he stayed in El Salvador.
It was delicious, the musk of the sweating pained boy, the smell of sex, the fragrance of the jalapeno that he was coated in. His cock, still hard and shining with oil, bounced to the side against his other leg, balls swinging under his crossed thigh. His body struggled and twisted. His face was filled with humiliated pain as he was thrust into over and over, yelling and crying. The sound of the squelch of my hard on shoved into his oil coated rectum. I could think of no better way to break in my dungeon, than breaking in a boy like this. Finally I heaved and came, squirting ropes of cum up into the warm guts. I sighed and heaved a few pumps in until I emptied my balls into him. I pulled out and removed the condom, shoved it up inside him, and wiped myself off on his leg, leaving a streak on his thigh. I cleaned up and got dressed again.
When I finished I rumaged in the box again and found a fat black butt plug, and forced it up to seal my cum and condom up inside his ass. He groaned and shook as it popped into place. I stood back and admired the poor straight fucker. He built the dungeon and eventually became a part of it. It was fitting.
He was now a decoration in the wall, placed in a fuckable position, his brown skin lightly red from whipping, clipped nips raising with each ragged breath. His pretty face streaked with tears and stuffed with sweaty socks. The next day I had a group of friends over and let them all have a go. The poor straight Santiago ended up tearing by the end of it.
It may have worked out badly for the straight bitch, but I was supremely happy and Herman was off the hook for paying the stud and for pressure from ICE. Agents came asking about Herman and I said he had been here, worked alone, and took too long and charged too much. They were satisfied and he told me they left him alone after that. By that time Santiago had a new home with a gay sadist friend when I needed to make room for new toys and was bored if him. I gave him the tip that his new pain pup loved jalapenos...
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