Date: Tue, 24 Jul 2007 14:46:03 -0500 From: charles Turner Subject: spring break 2 I'm certain anyone that has opened this document knows, but here's the drill. If you're a minor or offended by sexual stories, especisally those portraying non heterosexual coupling you need to find another story to read. This story contains man on man, animal on man, dominanace, sadism watersports and other alternative sexualities. Enjoy, but don't bitch at me if you can't, you need to talk to your congressmen. Spring break 2 Rafa was laughing at the amount of piss I'd been drinking. We were in the taxi headed further downtown, he had asked the driver to take us to a private club whose card he showed him. I got a glimpse of the card before he slipped it back in his pocket, on the back were three dogs like I'd never seen. I'd been in the city for less than six hours and I'd already drank more of Rafa's piss than I had on any other day or night, my stomach was distended from drinking so much. He must have been drinking before I arrived at the airport, he was talking to me about his uncle's dogs and how much I would enjoy their big dicks. For the first ten minutes we were in the taxi I didn't think the driver understood a word Rafa was saying. We had passed into an area of town that was darker than the main streets, the driver had been glancing in the mirror more often as Rafa told me that I would enjoy the next few hours and days. When I looked at him questioningly he told me that he uncle had four studs at the house we were going to be staying in. When I didn't close my mouth in a few minutes he ordered me to my knees. Any of you that have been in a taxi in Mexico City have seen those little VW's with their front passenger seats taken out, there was plenty of room for me to kneel in front of Rafa. I had always promised him that the day he decided that I was to perform in front of a straight man or group that I would do exactly what he wanted. The taxi driver pulled over to the side of the street and watched as Rafa used my mouth as his toilet. I was slightly afraid that he would throw us out of his taxi in the deserted street, but instead he drove on muttering about how hot it was to watch a gringo drink a Mexican's piss. Our destination was a a building that looked like it had once been a bus garage, guarding the door were six uniformed men carrying what looked to me to be semi-automatic rifles; I didn't know whether they were there for protection or to keep someone from escaping. Rafa rang a bell at the only lit door and we waited while listening to a dozen or more excited dogs at the far end of the building. Where he'd learned about this place I don't know, but inside were probably three hundred or more people. The crowd was everything from the extremely rich, wearing their Armani suits or diamond collars to country folk that didn't look like they could afford the hundred dollars entry fee more than once every five years. We had been standing about twenty feet from the cashier allowing our eyes to adjust to the bright light for a few minutes when Rafa ordered me to get on my knees and strip. Carrying my clothes while trying to walk on my hands and knees was comical, I only had to go about another twenty feet but it took longer than Rafa liked. He had me hand my clothes to a woman that was behind a counter by reaching underneath. It was intimidating to be walking on all fours around so many people that towered over me, when Rafa snapped a rented collar and leash on me I immediately calmed down a little. He must have known how I was feeling, because he walked me away from the crowd and murmured reassurances to me while rubbing my head. Standing by the wall I could see that I was not alone on my knees, I should have realized that if Rafa could rent a leash and collar there must be more of a demand than one foreigner and his companion. I call myself his companion for a number of reasons. When Rafa moved away it became clear he didn't own me. Two, I wasn't a dog and though there were times he treated me as such he wanted a human in his bed many nights. As often as I'd been mounted, knotted and tied I had never mounted another bitch. "La Vintrina de Roma" had me confused at that moment, were we in a bar, a social club or what? Rafa didn't seem to know anybody, so I wondered about how he had got the card that opened the door. It really didn't matter to me, my willing-ness to show off my body for Rafa was strong, he stroked my head and butt until I was showing a full erection. Slowly we started making our way through the crowd only to have men and women stop Rafa and discuss his dog, there were a few offers to buy me or breed me to their studs. It hadn't taken me long, I'm not fluent in Spanish but I understood that we were in some type of beast club. Rafa was polite to those that offered him money, but I never got the impression that he was tempted even when I heard a couple that flashed more diamonds than a store keep raising their offer from 'catorce mil peos' to 'Trienta mil pesos'. Rafa stopped at a wall, with his face towards it, I wanted to comfort him, but I didn't know what was wrong. I knew it was wrong, but I raised my hands against the wall and tried poking my head against his chest. The few times Rafa had put a collar and leash on me he had made me understand that I wasn't to talk unless he gave me special permission. Before I could say anything Rafa turned my head so I could see through a window in the wall that he was watching a show in a private room. Kneeling in the room was a fat, ugly woman, her tits hanging to the floor with a hairy mutt humping away at her pussy. Neither the dog not the woman attracted me, so I let my eyes wander around the enclosure. There were two dog doors in the rear wall, on the wall between them was a digital timer that showed two hours and 14 minutes. Over each door was a flip sign, one said two and the other three. I broke the rules, I was so curious I needed to know what I was seeing. Rafa frowned at me but didn't discipline me, he leaned down and started to explain The numbers over the doors were counting the number of dogs that had come from the two kennels. The timer was there to show how long the woman had been allowing the studs to mount her, they stopped as soon as one dog popped his knot out and went to clean himself up. Then Rafa pointed to our right and I saw two tellers windows where half a dozen people were lined up with money in hand. "That's why there are counters in the room. Everytime a new bitch is taken into the room the crowd is given fifteen minutes to place bets on how long she'll last and how many animals she will let mount her before collapsing or the animals refuse." I had seen more females on their hands and knees than males, but I knew that there must be more rooms and we would be seeing some male bitches being mounted before we left. The idea made my cock throb and a few drops of precum cover the tip. Rafa had pushed me back down and we walked about sixty feet or so before he stopped again, this time I waited until he tugged on my collar which gave me permission to put my hands up and look through another window. Warning! What I saw was disturbing! In the center of the room was a child. Skip this if you're queasy! The boy couldn't have been more than six or seven, I have never been able to guess the age of Mexican children. He was not there willingly, someone had tied him over what looked to me to be a small sawhorse. He was covered in blood, the ear I could see had been half ripped off, there were claw marks down both side of his stomach and I could see where one or more dog had bit his arms and legs. What kept the dogs mounting him I suppose was scents being smeared on him. The flip signs over the doors showed eight and nine, I wouldn't have been able to take seventeen studs. The dog that was pumping away at the boy turned and was unable to tie with the boy his ass had been fucked so many times, the dog popped out. Before another dog entered the room a man walked over to the boy and put his fingers on his throat, he gave a slight nod and slapped a swab between the boy's legs trying half heartedly to clean up some of the dog cum and blood that flowed out of his ass. He finally gave up and threw a bucket of water at his boy hole and after a minute squeezed a few drops out of a eyedropper on his crack. By the time the man had sat down a larger dog entered the room and did little more than sniff the boy before mounting him. I don't know what kind of dog it was, but I think I heard someone saying a Spanish Mastiff. What I do know is that he was hung like a pony. When he grabbed the boy's head in his mouth and swung it back and forth I dropped to my hands and knees unwilling to see what was going to happen. Rafa had no such qualms. With me on the floor he again tried explaining what the people watching the action had bet on. I didn't want to hear it, I was afraid the boy was never going to walk out of that place and people were betting on how long he would live. You can start reading again. Everything that I had seen in the second room had disturbed me, I lost the erection that had drawn so many comments. I wanted to go home and sleep, the piss gurgling in my stomach needed out. I tried looking for a restroom, but on my hands and knees it was impossible to see through the crowd. I wasn't going to break Rafa's rules again, there wasn't much chance that he would forgive me talking from the floor. There was only one thing that I knew would let him know what I needed, I tried dragging him by my leash to the far wall. I intended to lift my leg and make as if I was going to piss on the wall. I didn't need to humiliate myself in front of the crowd, right where I pulled him was an opening that led to a small patch of grass that smelled like it had been used by hundreds of 'dogs'. Back in the main building Rafa let me look in almost everyroom that was being occupied. There were men and women strapped over platforms, staked in the middle of the floor or loose to approach the studs that mounted them. The show was not to my taste although my cock had gotten hard again watching two shepards use a good looking chinese man. He took both dicks like they were smaller than what he was used to, perhaps they were. When the shepards left the room he was mounted by a boxer and when that dog had finished he sucked the dick of some kind of Pit Bull that stood in front of him and once ready grabbed him by the head and humped his mouth. I thought Cho had a lot of cock, but that dog would have split either my mouth or ass in two he was so much bigger. I wasn't the only one that was excited by the action in that room, I watched a number of bitches sucking their owners', companions' or lovers' cocks. The crowd was more excited by the willing sexuality of the chinese man than any show I'd seen around any other room. While Rafa and I were standing there the signs hit six each and when the dogs left the man stood and bowed to his audience. He was disappointing, his dick was barely as large as my small finger and soft, his balls were no bigger than thumb nails and his nipples had been pierced and hung with dog biscuit shaped weights. "La Vintrina de Roma" was mostly for the gamblers and hardest core beastialists, but there were a few things there for those of us that hadn't gone that far. Rafa led me through a hallway that connected the larger building to a one room building. Around the room were bleachers, a few dog bowls for the bitches to get a drink and a board that announced demonstrations to be held that night and in the future. I couldn't understand the man that was speaking when we entered the room, but what he was showing was plainly evident. In awe I looked at the board to see if I hadn't been mistaken, no at the top of the board plainly written in Spanish and English was the topic, 'Castrating your Bitch' by Jose Rafael. He had slipped a number of different devices over the balls of a good looking young man he had kneeling on a table in front of him. I hoped I wasn't going to see him actually do what he was talking about. The idea that anyone would willingly allow himself to be castrated for amusement or 'education' was more than I could bear. I tried reading some of the other topics, but the second one stopped me. Immediately after the castration, Rafa was set to demonstrate using a bull whip to discipline your bitch. Looking up I saw that he had seen what I was reading, "I told you that you were never to talk when on your hands and knees, bitch. I knew that you would fuck up today, so I set this show up. When we leave hee this morning you will have paid for every word you said." I could hardly watch the man on the table lose his balls for the dread I was feeling. When Rafa had been drinking he forgot that there were limits to how hard or how much he could discipline me. I think he was trying to scare me, but Rafa started translating what the man said as a second bitch joined the man on the table top. One of the men faced us and the other faced away, we could see that their balls were tightly wrapped with some type of cord. Picking up a tool that Rafa explained to me was used to geld horses and bulls the man dropped the balls off the man facing us and walked around and quickly dropped the balls we had been able to see. I didn't, but at least ten people in the bleachers rushed behind them and vomited. Rafa couldn't have been more excited about watching the show. As the man demonstrated the practice in front of us picked up one of the four balls and stuck it in the other bitch's mouth Rafa yanked down his zipper, let his hard dick out, grabbed my head and without a single thrust spurted a full load of cum in my mouth. Fear is a powerful aphrodisiac, when I pulled my face out of Rafa's crotch I could see that at least two bitches on the same tier as us had shot their wad on their master's boot and were being pushed down to lick it up. I couldn't afford to cum and was fighting it with every synapse in my body, if I came and then Rafa took a whip to me I would howl. He would be unhappy and there wouldn't be a single inch of my posterior that would not be whipped. That was frightening enough, but his reaction to the first demonstration gave me the impression that my balls would receive more attention from his whip than I could possibly stand. It had been more than six months since he died, but I wished that Griff was beside me to comfort me. He had helped me through seven years of school, after I sucked every cock that was stuck in my face by fucking the self-pity from my bones. I'm not going to say much about how badly Rafa beat me. By the time his demon-stration was over I had an interconnected set of patterns that went from my feet to my neck. I might have tried to escape the bull whip he was using if he hadn't tied my leash to a stake in front of me and used a pair of hoops to fasten my feet to the ground. I had been right to worry about my balls, I didn't notice until he threw me in the back of his uncle's truck and climbed into the passenger seat that they had swollen as large as oranges and were bleeding.