Date: Sat, 28 Oct 2006 09:54:26 -0700 (PDT)
From: Aihu Fist <aihufist@yahoo.com>
Subject: Kyle, the closet queen of Miami 9

Kyle, the queen of Miami                                  part 9 by Aihu Fist

Copyright 2006 Aihu Fist.  All Rights Reserved.


     Kyle was not to be heard or seen for days. And the Juan was in big
demand. The colonels, captains had insisted that they should recruit him
for the army barracks.

But I gave them a firm `no'.

Then, one day when Juan had gone to school, an old Chevy stopped in front
of the hostel. Antonio came panting knocking on my door.

-Rapido, the colonel is here.

It was damned 6 pm. What did the bugger want now? I would soon find
out. But I was to get into the limousine.

-Headquarters, the colonel barked.

At the barracks I was given a push in the back.

-Cigar?

-No thank you...

-Ok. Let's not beat about the bush.

-????

-Don't act the dumb one, please. We have followed your son's doings and
handlings very carefully.

     He made a sign to the soldier to close the double doors. The soldier
saluted and left closing the doors firmly. The colonel opened a drawer and
brought out a portfolio. I saw a huge picture with Kyle naked on it, being
raped by soldiers. He had his arms tied up against a bunk bed in
handcuffs. The next picture four men had him tied down naked to the ground,
each one held a wrist down. The next picture was a close up of a cock
entering a white hairy crack, which I recognized as Kyle's because of a
birthmark. It was a whole stash of pictures in colors. Kyle cocksucking,
Kyle showing his rear wide open, Kyle wearing leather knickers with a dildo
in his mouth and eyeshades on. Kyle with a police baton up his arse, and
Kyle masturbating while sucking a black cock. My own got hard in a
minute. Probably I flushed red in my face because the colonel quipped:

-A bit embarrassed? I cannot believe it.

I went on and got to see more hardcore pictures, one cruder than the
other. I went dry in my mouth and I looked up feverishly. My mind
raced...what does he want from me?

-I can read your mind. You ask yourself what I want from you.

I nodded.

-We found this gringo boy hanging around in the discos in town, the ones
that are known for bricheros and bricheras (gigolos). He is aware of his
good looks. One of our men followed him to the loo of Mama Africa (the
disco) where he began playing with his dick, trying to seduce one of my
men. Of course my man couldn't resist and took him to the barracks
secretly. But how long can you keep such a secret? A white handsome gringo
of about twenty who is half drunk and not man enough to stand on his legs,
who all of a sudden finds himself in a dorm of horny peers? We keep our
boys away form women so they are fit for any duty. The gringo babbles too
much and crashes out on the soldier's bed. What does the soldier do? He
gets undressed and yanks the trousers off the gringo's butt, who was too
far gone either with drugs or booze or both. The soldier sees his chance
pure and clear and turned him on his tummy and rapes him.

    Now this is the story that we have from all the boys of the dorm. I
have interviewed them one by one and got that story firsthand. None of them
were asleep. At first they waited and looked at it with curiosity, but the
soldier got so deeply involved that his moaning must`ve stirred some other
horny studs as well. Excuse me for using this vile language, but I try to
paraphrase the soldiers' words.

-Some of the boys got closer and made pictures with their cell phones and
send them around to others.  There were twenty recruits in that dorm. All
of them are hundred percent straight guys! And look what he caused; your
handsome son enchanted all of them with his white butt. The soldiers are of
humble origin, Indians or campesinos (peasants, a common term fro Indians)
and some mestizos. The latter are often the worst, a depraved bunch if you
ask me. But we cannot have the leash too tight on them. They are far away
form home, have no girlfriend yet, and are horny and bored as hell. And
when one who is known as a don Juan, cracks up and can't control his lust
for sex, not even when it is a naked butt of a young man, then what can I
do?

-Here, look some more...this went on till the wee hours of the morning. You
imagine, twenty young horny kids? You could and I could jack off at least
four or five times a day, no, when you were young no? I did, I know.

    I didn't give him an answer on that. I saw Kyle with his eyes dilated,
eating shit that fell from an Indian arse straight in his mouth behind his
teeth. The next pictures showed Kyle spread-eagled and all the boys pissing
on him.

-But this isn't the dorm anymore, I remarked.

-You are right. After the boy had fucked him very well, another did the
same, followed by yet another one. They lined up before the kid, until Kyle
seemed to get awake a bit and began to nearly scream out his anger. They
pushed his head down in the pillow, so he shut up for a while and fell back
into his comatose state.

-Here you see how they drag him away. They took him to the showers where
they put him under the cold water to wake him up. I presume they wanted
some collaboration from his side. This took like an hour of manhandling
him. You see how the boys are laughing at him on this one and here you have
to guys jerking off over him.

I looked at Kyle still undressed, lying flat out underneath the shower, one
eye half open, his cock flat and lifeless.

-On this one you have already about seven soldiers getting naked
themselves, some are touching one another, ready to jump him. This means
all the barriers have gone. They have formed a group that is willing to
condone and collaborate in anything; they knitted together like a clan and
no one is going to be let off to sneak out of this group. They have
humiliation or gang rape on their mind.

   Nobody will chicken out. This is very normal for a human being in a
group situation and stronger so in the army. You see, they all cling
together; no one stands outside of the circle. Here he is encircled and
they bend over him and cheer at him. Look this one gives him the finger `up
your ass', and this one shows his arm up...all signs of machoness and
phallic connotations.

-Yes, I agree.

    -This one for instance is mean....He and his best mates drag Kyle on
his tummy out of the shower. Now the animal in us human beings comes to the
fore. The kids have no more morals or rules whatsoever. I am not there, no
law and everyone agrees.

-This is strong picture: A soldier on top of Kyle's chest gets his dick out
and the other soldiers cheer him on. Here a picture, a close up, that
someone took.

  I see Kyle with wide eyes open his mouth ready to take a dick twice my
size in length and circumference. My dick throbbed like hell in my tight
underwear. I swallowed.

-Look if it is too much, tell me...

-No, it is ok; I can handle it, sir.

-Of course you can, the colonel said over joyous.

    This one you see only three have still their clothes on; if you through
their legs, you can see Kyle holding and trying to suck off three cocks at
the time. I have another set here.

He picks up another portfolio out of the same drawer. At least a hundred
pictures sat in there.

-This is hardcore, really. I got his arse in close up with a finger half
way in it; here he has two and three sitting in. Yes, it is a Negroe who
does it. Two Indian boys have Kyle's arse perched up and the black is ready
to have his go at him. A massive tool if you ask me. Ever seen a thing like
that?

-No sir, no, I am impressed.

-What happened next...well just look for yourself. It turns into a gang
rape; they all have him on their skewer. Twenty hot young men, can you
believe it? I wish...

-You were there, sir?

-No, no I wish I could have prevented it and helped out poor Kyle. After
this rape I suppose he is really not so tight anymore. What followed is
that they picked him up and brought him back to the dorm. Where they
chained him on a bed with handcuffs.

-Here you see a young guy taking turns on him. There you go...a close-up of
a cop's baton entering Kyle's arsehole. He got a bit of help when the guys
lifted him up. Like this picture here where the black guy again is the
first to reach out for his own dick and shove it up Kyle's hole. Next you
have two men back to back straddled over Kyle's tummy; one is sucking Kyle,
which is not very common for Peruvian machos to do this, and certainly not
in front of your macho mates. But somehow and exceptionally, they went and
accepted it all. The Indian with his back against the other is mouth holing
Kyle, now totally awake and chewing on it. That's about it. They left him
there for a while and brought him back to the disco where they found
him. It is by coincidence that I found out about it, by confiscating a cell
phone of one the witnesses.

-So, where is he now?

-You don't know?

-No, I lost him, I was getting seriously worried. I hope he doesn't do any
stupid things. --He said he would go to the jungle for a while to become a
shaman. H e is so crazy, the drugs made him like that.

-Listen, I will send out a patrol to clean the town, I can do this. But in
return...

-What?

-I need some go's at Juan, nothing more.

I had no choice, so I said `yes'.

-He will be home at eight pm. You can come over then.

-Deal, he said and shook my hand. I'll have the driver bring you home.

-By the way, can you give me sample of pictures of what happened with Kyle?

-Sure, the colonel grinned, for a few more go's with Juan,

-Deal, I said and I left.

    Back home, I met Juan who was a bout to walk through the door. I seized
him up, he was so gorgeous. He had his fancy black trousers on with a neat
whit shirt and his necktie. He looked like a pilot of some airline. His
hair combed to the side. He gave me a wink and said. Where have you been,
uncle?

That's how all the boys call older persons.

-See an old friend. How was school?

-Tough. I have exams coming up. And in gym they start teasing me.

-What about?

-My legs.

-What's wrong with your legs?

-They don't grow hair.

-They tease me that I use Veet cream. Some say I should wear stockings and
high heel shoes. And...

-And?

-Today I found a pair of girls knickers and a gay magazine in my schoolbag.

-What?? I will go and talk to the principal.

-Please, don't...it will pass, I'll get over it.

We stood in front of his room and got the key in the keyhole. I followed
him. God, his room was a mess.

-You ought to clear up this mess; you are going to have a visitor in an
hour, my dear Juan.

-I cannot...oh no.

-You must, you are bound by this contract with me. In return for food
lodging and an occasional fuck, remember? Now clean up, take a bath and
then after I help you with your homework.

He bent over, his pants sat so tight on his arse; I couldn't help but pinch
it.

-Hey? He snapped.

-Hey what? You have a nice bum and you know it.

He beamed at that and smiled.

-Yes, I know, that's what another boy in my classroom said when he was
alone with me.

-Alone, you mean?

-No, not so fast. He just wanted to see my dick when I was getting my
frenchies on. He wore boxers, but he liked my underwear so much, he asked
me to swap with him. So we did. Look!

His pants came down and I saw some silk boxers, made in Thailand.

-Neat! I said and squeezed what hung in it.

-Uncle!

-What now?

-Oh, nothing, just let me take shower.

    He was getting ruder with me, day by the day, but I liked it. I took
one last look over my shoulder, before I closed the door behind me. A
little god he was. I lay back on my bed waiting for the ring on the door.

    Antonio was out looking for more boys for our hostel. He'd get
commission on every boy who worked for us if he did bring one new one. But
the story of Juan's new friend intrigued more. I forgot to ask how the boy
looked like and how big he was shaped between his legs. I had the hunch
something more than just swapping underwear had happened. I would find
out. What the colonel and Juan didn't know is that I had installed a
security camera and so I could have may own porn show live in my room.

    The bell went and I raced to the door, VIPs are never to be let
waiting. Never! Certainly not this guy. I also didn't believe his story of
Kyle having vanished in the nature. Maybe they had locked him up and were
still using him for the boys until they had enough of him and then they
would go for Juan, maybe. If I'd lose him, not even to think about it, but
I would need urgent replacement for that kid, so better get to know his
friend sooner than later.

-Come in sir, come in. Juan is waiting for you.

-Is he? How good of him and you.

-What about Kyle?

-Well, no clue yet, but we will ask staff of Mama Africa if they have seen
him lately.

-This way, sir...well you know the way.

    The colonel knocked gently on the door and Juan appeared in a nice
Kimono that I bought for him at the Baratillo market (flea market) for a
hundred soles only.

Juan looked at me and gave me that mischievous look. When the colonel
didn't look at him he flashed his kimono open and I could just see his red
thong and his hairless legs.

-So, muchacho, be good with the gentleman.

-Yes, sir I will!

  The colonel was happy with this kind of comment. I ran to my room
adjacent to Juan's and switched on the camera. Nothing in color, but who
cared? Better than nothing. The colonel picked up Juan and brought his face
to his lips and began kissing him allover.

    Juan dangled between the strong arms like a puppy with no defense
smothered with love. He then replied the kisses with caresses over the
man's black thick hair.

-Te quiero, I heard him say.

-Yó tambien a ti, mi amor (me too my love).

    He put him back on the floor like a precious Chinese vase. And they
looked at each other without saying a word. Juan unfolded his kimono that
fell soundless behind him. Teasingly he stripped the thong from between his
crack and hips. He had become a pro, he knew how to entice this man, who
was short of breath and said:

-Dios mio, eso es demasiado (My god this is too much)!

    He fell on his old knees and twisted his head between the boy's thighs
licking what he could. What he had been waiting for for so long. Juan
spread his legs further apart and groped for the colonel's shirt pulling it
out of his tight army trousers. He found a brown back which he caressed
with love. The colonel then dropped on his shoulders further exploring the
boy's cavity with a probing finger. Now that he was lying there, it was
easy for Juan to unzip his fly and get the man's cock to rise up. Oh, and
it was strong and pigheaded the way it thrilled with each touch of Juan's
tongue. Yes, Juan was on all fours now in a sixty-nine pose. The colonel
was lapping his crack, while Juan licked a bull's horn.

    And I for instance had a bottle of wine up my gully while I went about
stroking my tiny but healthy rod. I rolled the skin in up-tempo, my own
fingers searched for my own hole to penetrate it with passion as every
image in front of me revealed more and more.

The colonel got away from Juan's neatly shaped crevice and kissed him again
on the mouth for about a long minute.

-Te quiero, he whispered while he pulled at the boy's long foreskin. Let me
fuck you. Stay like this, I will go slowly, and you will love it.

    Juan nodded, sheepishly. Looking back a number of times as if he were
at the hospital and afraid to get a needle up his bum. He sure was going to
get a different kind of needle up there.

He thrusted like a real soldier would, like they would have fucked Kyle
probably.

-You arse is much tighter then that Jewish boy.

-Really, Juan sighed clenching his teeth to ward off the pain.

-Yes, much tighter, now with that gringo you can do everything. If you like
you come over to the barracks, the boys there will show you what we do with
him, and I mean what they do with him.

    When I heard this, I nearly jumped out of my bed, now it crossed my
mind that the one who had taken the pictures of the gang bang could have
been him in person.

-You can fuck him there, have you ever? He said while he gave another blow
inside Juan's cherished arse.

-No, but I dreamed about it.

So, Juan has his dreams about Kyle, interesting.

-Don't you have any other eeeeeeeexpeeriences with ooothers? The colonel
puffed, looking like he was going to have a heart stroke, but he was
actually shooting his load away.

Both sagged through their limbs on the rug.

-You were awesome, boy.

-You too, colonel, Juan said and got up quickly to wipe himself clean.

-I do have a friend, maybe you would like to meet him?

-Really, what's his name?

-Rodolpho.

-He is quite strong and loves a good fight. That's why he wants to join the
army I think. He wants to be a captain later on, he said, because he loves
fighting only not with me, though. With me he is very gentle, but mean with
others.

-Why is that?

-I think he fancies me.

-Are you sure?

-Definitely. When we take showers at school he is always cueing up behind
me. Sometimes the queue is so long and then we have to push and shove
around and I always feel his dick pressed against my bum. When I look
around, he smiles at me and gives me wink.

-Is he big?

-About fifty kilos.

-Nohhoo, I mean below his tummy.

-Oh, Yes quite big and long hanging.

-Today I was alone with him; we were the last ones to dry us off. And he
came near me with a grin and asked me for me to swap knickers with him. I
thought this was crazy, but I accepted. I think it was a way for him to see
me naked.

-And did you do it?

-What...fuck him?

-No silly...swap your knickers.

-Yes, but we got both hard and then...yes, well he began to jerk me off
without warning me.

-Did he not try anything with you?

-He tried.

-Like what?

-Get me to suck his dick, but I refused.

-Why.

-I didn't want others to find out, I don't know whether he would spread the
news to his friends, it is already problematic enough like that.

-What is?

-Other boys in the class tease me often with my smooth hairless legs.

-Oh but I like them a lot.

The colonel gave the boy a sweet lasting kiss on his butt, got dressed and
said:

-Thank you, uncle. Rodolpho also gave me a kiss on my butt and one my lips.

-So, you see he loves you. Bring him over sometime to my headquarters. You
will have first class service by my men. Tomorrow, we can talk more about
this and of course not without a fuck first. You need to get laid more
often, you know, as I think there is a bright future ahead for you in the
army too.

-You think so uncle? But I am not strong and manly like my school friend.

-There is room for many boys in the army also for less developed boys. Some
are meant for the kitchen, some for helping the superiors, some for the
laundry and some for the war.

-And what will I be?

-Tomorrow, my dear, he smooched and said `hasta la vista'.

   I wiped the cream off my cock, switched off the camera and leapt outside
to see the man out. Now I knew so much more. Kyle was alive and well and
being a sex slave in the barracks. Juan would be either lured into it too
and most probably his school friend would end up being one too soon. I had
to have him first.



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