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Date: Tue, 24 Jul 2007 14:46:03 -0500
From: charles Turner <cbru49@gmail.com>
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.