Tijuana Orphanage

 

Chapter Three

Let go, let lose in boy paradise!

 

 

Mike did find out the boy’s name, Christian. An odd name for a Mexican, however, the language barrier prevented him from seeking more information. It was quite obvious the kid had more caucasian in his genes, perhaps even Slavic, with his pronounced handsome facial features. His hair was light brown as were his armpits, and, from what Mike saw when the boy hoisted up his thong, he was able to confirm the kid had a small cock and balls. As soon as they were done, Christian skedaddled back to his post at the bar.

 

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Dinner consisted of fresh lobster and steak done to perfection by Philippe and his two young assistants. Mike had to admit to Jerry that, although the motel was a dive, the food was every bit as perfect as a five-star hotel. The cost was $60 a plate for the adults and twenty for the kids who enjoyed burgers and fries with the same assortment of salads the men enjoyed. Between Mike and Jerry’s brood, the room tab was adding up but he didn’t care. He was having the time of his life and if he maxed out every credit card in his possession, then so be it!

 

Nightfall arrived quickly. The stage lights came on and two nude teen indian boys of about twelve that Mike recognized as the dog suckers from the night before, each held a crying infant over his shoulder patting their naked bums, the tiny organs between their legs identified gender. Mike cringed and said to no one in particular, “Oh my fuck… don’t tell me!”

 

The two boys lowered their respective babies to crotch level and put their hard cocks to the babies mouths. The infants stopped crying content at having something to suckle on. The boys slowly face fucked the babies exaggerating their bliss, thankfully being careful not to choke them.

 

The same MC blared over the PA system. “Put your hands together, Senor dudes! Let’s encourage Federico and Franco to feed their hungry twin baby brothers!... If any of you horny men want to help nourish these starved young ones… today’s special of $30 and the bragging rights that you had a BJ from a kid under a year old; Frederico and Franco will not only hold their wee brothers at your cock. but help you get off in their sucking mouths with a handjob!... Hurry, gentlemen, before the kids start teething!” the voice laughed.

 

Jerry turned to Mike and said, “Lets give it a go, buddy? Never been sucked off by anything under five!” he chuckled, but what scared Mike was that he knew Jerry was serious.

 

“Are you fucking nuts?” Mike asked, not believing his ears.

 

“Look, buddy.” Jerry said seriously, “You came here for something new to experience and let your hair down for once in your life. You’ll leave here Monday and go back to your mundane life in Butt-Fuck City, Canada! At least you’ll be able to say you lived a dream for an entire weekend in Mexico.”

 

“But we already have kids we rented?”

 

“Yes, and they’re for later use.” he grabbed Mike’s hand and literally dragged him onto the stage. The crowd cheered.

 

The two indian boys smiled, the rest was history. Mike became semi-hard in the baby’s mouth with the help of the boy fondling him but there was no way in hell he was going to come anytime soon after just having the bartender kid. Mike was pleased to see other men lining up waiting their turn and happily ceded his place to another, more eager man drooling from his cock.

 

Mike wasn’t sure how he felt afterward. No --he knew exactly how he felt afterward-- ashamed. Guys high-fived him as he walked back to his table to watch Jerry’s knob stretch the tiny ruby lips. The baby became alert as if he was hungrily nursing a mother’s breast when Jerry came.

 

The next performers, also naked, performed an ancient religious ceremony of the Yaqui Indians normally associated with the celebrations of Easter in which the dancer wears a headdress depicting a deer's head.  Known as the famous Deer Dance, the young Yaqui warriors skillfully perform fluid and intimate ballet movements depicting the gracefulness of deer and both were beautiful and poignant in their expression of freedom. With elegant jumps, turns of the head, and proud body movement, the life of the deer is recounted; traveling through the forest, jumping into the air, grazing in the meadows and, meeting the predator.

The deer soon sense danger as the coyotes draw near and the dancer's movements and rhythm suddenly change as does the harmonic music to a more dramatic scale. The instruments used are stringed, drums and a five-tone reed flute. The course of this performance is traditionally accompanied by a metaphoric narration chanted by an old man of the tribe.

Four more naked boys masked as coyotes entered the scene surrounding their prey. The skittish deer dance a dramatic ballet seeking exit as do the coyotes moving in for the kill.

 

Mike was mesmerized by the remarkable performance of the troupe of beautiful Yaqui Indian boys aged ten to 16. They were not for sale after the show, much to everyone's disappointment. However, it was a nice deviation from the devious norm. It was hard to believe Philippe had an appreciation for the local customs, later bragging to all that he had paid a handsome price for the performance to be danced in the nude.

 

That show seemed to have soothed the savage beasts. Men sat in groups talking about business and politics. For a while, other than most of them being naked, Mike could mentally picture them idly sitting around in a pub after a hard day at the office. The kids swam and played together, undisturbed. An aura of normality and morality filled the air for a while; Nonetheless, reality set in soon after.

 

Two Mayan boys aged 14 dressed in proper school uniforms, short pants, knee socks and white shirt and purple tie escorted a skittish nine year old boy wearing similar school attire onto the stage and began to undress him. Mike wondered if the feisty kid was acting or was really trying to fight off his abusers who held him down forcibly removing his clothes.

 

Mike need not have wondered any longer when Jerry leaned over and said, “Another kid whose parents are little wealthier today than yesterday.” he winked.

However Mike was already beginning to see the truth. The young boy’s tears and fear were anything but theatrics. Shoes, socks and shirt were quickly removed and the tie used to gag the boy. The aggressors then forced him onto his back spread-eagle and pulled off the shorts and underpants. They began groping and sucking as they undressed themselves.

 

They soon hoisted the boy over a beach-ball. One of the rapists took a Trojan condom from his pocket, peeled it open with his teeth and rolled it over his hand, wrist and forearm. The other teen produced a tube of lubricant and greased his buddy and the anus of the squirming boy whose legs were secured under the fister’s squatting weight while his accomplice held the upper body slumped over the ball. The music suddenly rose several decibels to drown out the screams coming from the stage.

 

Mike couldn’t bare to watch the twisted show being performed and turned away only to see the bartender on his knees blowing the barstool-perched auto-parts magnate who seemed no more interested in the perverse stage show than Mike was.

 

The man’s own rented cute boy, 11, knelt watching Christian make love to the average-size cock and full plump balls. It became clear that Christian was demonstrating the fine art of sucking man-cock. Soon Christian changed places and watched the kid taking his lesson into his mouth, his teacher correcting flaws until after several attempts, the boy took the cock in his throat. Christian constantly reminded  his seemingly absent-minded pupil of the importance of ball play with his idle hands, as well as lickng and sucking the orbs whenever a breath was needed never straying from giving pleasure to a man. Mike wished that he could spend a whole night in private with Christian. His cock was rock-hard at the thought.

 

His fantasy was disturbed by the loud excited seductive voice of the emcee. “Gentlemen…  forty bucks will get your arm up Enzo… or be the first to take the little cherub's cherry for sixty!”

 

Mike wondered how the kid could possibly be a considered a virgin after a fisting elbow deep. The boy would probably welcome a cock right about then. Enzo suddenly stopped fighting. The poor kid had passed out from the pain. Two men walked on stage stroking their cocks, the teens rolled a condom over an arm and another over a very impressive sized cock, the owner of which taking first liberty knelt behind the lethargic boy who was once again lucid. The fight had now gone out of him as he was being held in place to prevent him from rolling over as thrust after thrust plummeted the well stretched rectum. There was no doubt that the man had cum because, when he pulled out and stood, a long string of semen dangled from the massive head. He took a bow to the cheering audience.

 

Although Mike enjoyed the fuck scene, he couldn’t bare to watch the sadistic fisting which followed. Instead, he set his sights on two boys of around 13 who were sandwich fucking one of the girls, 9 or ten, in tandem on the ground. Another lad trying to force his cock into her mouth was pinching her nostrils until she finally  opened and accepted the hot cock into her third orifice. Men, who had surely orchestrated the joint effort of the live kiddie-porn, stood around watching; a boy on his knees in front of each orally servicing them.

 

A busboy had been relieved of his thong at some point as he cleared tables in the nude. Mike was surprised to see the kid’s three-inches dangle with a circumcised knob, a spatter of short red pubes sprouted making their debut above his cock. The boy was different than the others. A mop of red curly hair, pale skinned, not a hint of cross breeding, he looked like any boy back home. Mike also detected a sadness about him.

 

Jerry struck up a conversation with Damian while he groped him; the kid smiled well used to it yet the smile was definitely a facade, Mike had a gut feeling the boy didn’t belong in the surrounding environment. He spoke perfect English, with just a hint of a southern drawl.

 

All he could think of to engage the kid, he asked, “How much?”

 

The boy looked shyly at his feet and replied, “Thirty for a blowjob, fifty to fuck me.”

 

Mike hadn't a clue why he asked, “How much for the night?”

 

“A hundred-fifty… and you can do anything you want to me.” The lack of the enthusiasm with which the other whore-staff sold themselves for Phillipe’s gain was obvious. Damian didn’t belong there.

 

He cleaned empty bottles and glasses off their table and moved on. Mike finger motioned Jerry to lean over and said, “Something about that kid isn’t right. He doesn’t fit in here.”

 

Jerry laughed in Mike’s face, “Haven’t you ever heard of the black market in human trafficking? The kid probably ran away from home in Buttfuck, USA, --went to the nearest city and got himself picked up by a good samaritan trader of the flesh. Next thing the kid knows, he or she is shipped off in a container to whatever third-world country has a tourist market for under-age prostitution.”

 

Mike had heard such stories but never gave them much thought until just then. “You mean Damian may have been abducted from the states and ended up down here… with Philippe? he asked, not believing his own rational logic.

 

Jerry smiled coyly, “Now you’re getting the picture, my friend. True caucasians are a hot commodity around the world. Men will gladly pay dearly for one over an asian boy anytime. Girls are different. Men will fuck them regardless… but the boy-lovers want white chicken… the forbidden fruit they see everyday and fantasize about in their beds whacking off!  It’s a shame we have to go abroad to get what’s in our own backyard… it’s a safety thing, you know, the fear of getting caught with the kid next door.

 

Mike thought back to that very morning. He remembered how afraid he was when the policeman walked out on the terrace. He saw his life flash before his eyes thinking he was done for… a Mexican prison without trial. How he counted his blessings when he realized the cop was dressing and a naked boy was beside him.

 

Mike was anything but pleased with Jerry’s callous attitude regarding human trafficking. What the Mexicans did with their own youth was one thing… a depraved society with honed survival instincts covering the gamut that allowed their children to go with strange men for purposes that had to be obvious, --including the many homeless kids willing to sacrifice their bodies for food and a roof over their heads.

 

Just at that moment Philippe happened to be walking by. Suddenly Mike grabbed the man’s wrist getting his attention who, somewhat startled, bent down to hear his patron over the noise. Mike said, “I want Damian for the night!”

 

The gross man looked at Mike, laughed and said, “His dance card is full tonight, Senor. Maybe tomorrow night?”

 

Mike, however,  wasn’t taking no for an answer, “I’ll give you three-hundred!” he said before thinking.

 

The fat man turned and looked at him, “How can I possibly disappoint my customers that have booked first dibs over the night?”

 

Mike thought about the possibility of Damian getting bounced around from room to room to be used by many men throughout the night. He gambled, adding up Phillipe’s possible haul in profits. He grabbed the man’s arm again as he moved to walk away thinking the conversation over. Mike forced the huge man down to his face level and said, “Five-hundred… from this moment until breakfast tomorrow!”

 

The Mexican pimp did his own math in his head, Smiled, and said, “You drive a hard bargain, Senor.’ Sceptical, he asked, “May I ask what your interest in the boy is?”

 

Mike went with the first thing that crossed his mind to appease Philippe, “I just fucking love carrot tops!” he lied.

The flesh seller, thinking the man would back off if he set a high price, casually said, “Six-hundred… he is yours!”

 

“Five-fifty!” countered Mike.

 

Philippe stared him down until finally a smile broke the stone face, he said, “Deal, Senor. However I need the boy to clear tables until closing time.”

 

Mike again challenged Philippe and said sharply, “NOW, Senor…  or the deal is off!”

 

When Philippe whistled, all the boy staff turned to look at their master. He singled out Damian and motioned him over. He bent down and whispered something in the boy’s ear that was immediately acknowledged, “Si Senor, Philippe.” a slight smile showed on his face when he looked at Mike.

 

Philippe turned to walk away when Mike hollered, “One more thing, Philippe.”

 

The man turned, now pissed because he felt Mike was not showing him the respect he thought he was due, rolled his eyes and asked angrily, “What now, Senor?”

 

“Do you have a vacancy that I may rent for the night?” Mike knew that he was pushing the limits of this man whom he loathed.

 

Philippe stared briefly knowing that he’d had enough of Mike but  cracked a smile and said, “Just so happens I had a cancellation this evening, Senor. --Mind you, it is the bridal suite… three-hundred a night?”

 

“I’ll take it!” Mike said without thinking. A bridal suite in this dump?

 

Philippe laughed, turned to Damian and said, “Go get the key to room twenty-one from the rack.” Turning back to Mike, he said, “I trust your credit is good, Senor.” He nodded his head and walked away.

Mike wasn’t even sure that his credit card used after this week’s business trip would be honored. He often maxed it out on the road as an IT consultant. Fortunately, the company he contracted with reimbursed his expenses promptly. Mike, however, didn’t care. He was planning on leaving well before Philippe rang in the final bill.

 

Jerry, who had been listening to the conversations, leaned into his friend and bluntly asked, “What the fuck are you doing? You have a room full of boys,,,,”

 

“I’m saving one boy’s life, Jerry!” He cut his friend short, staring him in the eye, never more serious in his life. “Damian doesn’t belong here… he has a home with parents that are missing him… heart broken, wondering whether or not he is still alive!”

 

“So! What’s your plan, then?” he asked looking at his friend as if Mike was daft.

 

“We leave tomorrow… with Damian!”

 

Did you suddenly develop a thing for redheads? How the fuck do you even know if the kid even wants to go home, Mother Teresa?”

 

“I know it in my heart, Jerry. And that’s all I can say. --You’ll help me rescue him?”

 

Jerry looked at his friend for a long while, and whispered, “Yer talkin’ about taking on a Mexican Cartel, for fuck sake! --Not to mention smuggling him back into the states… because if you think you can just dump him off to authorities at the US border… well, my friend, think again. The kid will be right back here before we even make San Diego!” Jerry’s eyes widened in fear, “IF... we make it without being arrested by the Mexicans for kidnapping. The cartel is very powerful, Mikey, ya don’t fuck with them!”

 

Mike hadn’t thought about it, but was certain that his friend was very sincere. It scared the hell out of him, however, he was persistent. “I’m talking about saving a boy’s life and returning him to his family... as broken as he is… but, at least, not dead!”  

Damian returned with the room key. Mike’s final words to Jerry were, “You either help me or I’ll do it on my own, friend!” He took Damian by the hand and led him from the perversity around them.

 

The “Bridal Suite” was no different that any other room except for the jacuzzi bath installed dead center of the room that was large enough for four people and a coin operated double bed that vibrated. The rest of the room was average, flaking paint, sagging ceilings and smelled musty.

 

Mike asked the shy boy, “Wanna get into the tub… it’s kinda cool, --don’t ya think?” He hit a switch that made the water swirl.

 

The water was room temperature, considering the stagnant heat outside, both man and boy enjoyed the cool bath.

 

Mike didn’t hold back. Once they were settled side by side chest deep in the water, he asked point blank, “So… how did you end up here?”

 

Damian squirmed now noticeably uncomfortable. He looked everywhere except directly at Mike. Barely audible, he shrugged his shoulders, said, “Ran away from home, … Mobile, Alabama?” he said, nailing his heavy southern accent.

 

Mike placed an arm around the boy and gently eased him nearer into him. He felt the boy stiffen, “I’m not going to hurt you, Damian. Please trust me? I want to take you home… if that’s where you want to go, okay?”

 

Damian looked at Mike and laughed. “That’s what Elphonso said.”

 

“Who is Elphonso?” Mike asked.

 

“A man who found me on the street and invited me to his place… I stayed at his place for a while.”

 

Mike didn’t have to ask if the man forced him into sex, he hugged the boy closer into his chest. “And then what happened?” Mike asked softly, kissing the boy’s forehead, tenderly running a hand up and down his side.

Damian fell silent for a long while, then said, “He took me to bed that same night… I was scared, but he made me feel nice, ya know? He showed me how he liked it…” Damian straightened up and qualified, “I’m not a fag, ya know!”

 

“I never said you were.” Mike said. “You did what you had to do to survive, Damian.”

 

The boy continued his story, “Elphonso used to bring men home… and they had sex with me, too… up my bum… like Elphie liked it sometimes.”

 

Mike couldn’t resist asking, “So how did you end up here… I mean Mexico.”

 

“One day a man came over, Georgio. Elphie told me that the man was taking me on vacation, somewhere safe and that he would meet us there later. He told me we were going up to Canada. Do you know it’s fucking cold up there? He told me to tell the customs guys I was Georgio’s nephew if they asked. When we got to the border, I saw the signs reading Mexico, not Canada. I ain’t stupid, ya know? We drove right through the border after Georgio handed the customs man an envelope along with his passport.”

 

“So did that guy Elphonso bring you directly to here… to Philippe?”

 

“Yes, kinda. But, first he took me to his house… lots of men used me. I mean I didn’t mind doing things with Elphie... or Georgio, but many of the men were gross… just like Philippe is.”

 

Mike cuddled the boy in both arms and said, “Damion, you will never have to do those things again.” He felt the boy sob in his chest. What began as light sobbing soon turned into a bawl. “Do you want to go home now buddy? I mean to where you ran away from?” The boy’s wet face still laying on his chest nodded. “Then I’m taking you home in the morning, sport... trust me.”

 

to be continued...

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