CHUY/CHARLIE
The three of us spent most of the night brutally fucking and fisting each other - our first time together as a trio of hairless, hard-muscled, sex-crazed latinos; exhausted, we collapsed into bed and passed out.
I woke up around 7am with Inti kissing me softly on the lips and Tito gently sucking my cock.
The sun was streaming through the apartment's bedroom windows and onto the soft white sheets and our naked, caramel-skinned bodies.
"Damn, that feels so good..." I groaned as I spurt a massive load of cum down my partner's throat.
Inti gave me a wink. "Well, best get used to it, amor... I think this is going to be a regular occurrence from now on... at least when you two are off-duty and I'm not out trawling for cock."
Tito laved my thick ten inches one more time and then licked his lips. "I know the Sarges are going to be a lot rougher with me now too..." He grinned. "Just the way a second-class Mexican motherfucker like me needs it!" He looked at the clock on the bedside table. "Hey! Dani's expecting us around 10am. Let's get moving!"
* * *
I thought taking a shower together would save us some time... but THAT was a huge mistake. It only got all of us horny as hell (again) which initiated another round of sucking and fucking ... and another shower ... and another cleanout.
After a quick breakfast, we liberally applied some Axe 'Dark Temptation' body spray, dressed quickly and headed across town to catch the uptown subway to the Greasetank.
Tito and I were in in stretch jeans, tight t-shirts and white leather sneakers; Inti was in Tito's faded red Coca-Cola t-shirt and short cutoffs which highlighted the musculature of his legs and a pair of worn Timberland boots. Once we got in the subway car, we began kissing and fondling each other again, enjoying the shocked (and, frequently jealous and envious) glances of the other passengers until we arrived at our stop.
* * *
INTI
After we got off the subway, it was a leisurely walk to the sex club. The three of us circled around to the back of the large brick building and Chuy entered the access code into a hidden keypad next to a heavy steel door. With a 'CLUNK' we heard the bolts retract and Tito pulled open the entryway. This section of the building housed offices and other areas not directly related to the actual working of the establishment. Chuy and Tito headed towards Dani's office.
"I'll catch up with you in a few. Be back soon." Chuy waved as they continued down the corridor. I headed in the opposite direction towards the club's changing room. I was about halfway thru the warehouse when I heard a voice call out behind me.
"Hey samets!! ("stud", ed) Vhat is the rush? I have not seen you in a long, long time!"
I turned around to see Evgeny Umaskaya - the co-owner of the club - with a wide grin on his scarred face.
"Zhenya!!" He spread his arms crushed me into an embrace.
* * *
The Russian gave me a deep kiss. "Vhy are you here so early today, zayka? ('little bunny', ed.) Vhere are you running off to?"
"My owners and I are doing a video with Dani. I need to get changed into my latex."
"Ahh... I see. Let me accompany you." The two of us continued until we reached the changing room. I began to strip and take the stable stud gear out of my backpack - hood, pouch, collar and straps. Zhenya leaned against some lockers as I changed and gave me a lascivious once-over.
"I vant to compliment you on zhe quality of zhe slaves you are making for us, Inti. I know Dani has mentioned zis to you, but I vish to express my appreciation as vell. All of zhem are in such amazing physical shape and almost all of zhem are ready and truly eager to serve zheir new masters."
"Almost?"
He shrugged. "Ahhhh... Zhere is one... Barry... Bullet...???"
"Beckett?"
He shrugged. "Yes, yes, zhat is zhe one. He still moons over you like a lovesick calf. Dani, Baz and I have made sure he is given extra fuckings, fistings and punishments to break him of this... fancy... to you, but vith limited success. He is determined to please his new owner, but he is not hungry to do so ... if you understand vhat I am saying."
"Do you want me to talk to him?"
Zhenya shook his head. "Zat would not be wise. Zhe less contact vith you, zhe better chance ve have of finally making him zhe perfect slave for his new master." He paused. "Do you sink you may be able to manage an additional location? Zhe slaves you train consistently get zhe highest prices from our customers in zhe Middle East, Europe and South America."
He made a face. "He is not consistent and often lacks zhe gentle temperament zat you possess. He is very good vith training slaves once zheir mindset has changed, but he becomes harsh and impatient vith zhe raw material. Unlike you."
"Let me think about it, Zhenya. I still have my part-time job as a security guard..." I grinned at him as I fastened the collar around my neck. "...and I still need to satisfy my not-inconsiderable appetites with real men."
He laughed. "Please consider it, Inti. Ve vould make it very worth your vhile." He checked his watch. "Gavno! ("Shit!", ed.) I must supervise zhe transport of several slaves to Abu Dhabi. In zhe meantime, zhere is somesing zhat requires your immediate attention..." His cock looked like was about to burst out of his trousers.
He gave me a wicked grin and a wink. I returned the smile, knelt in front of him and unzipped his pants.
* * *
CHUY/CHARLIE
Tito and I walked down the corridor and could hear Dani's voice. He was on the phone. As usual, the club's co-owner was chewing someone out and threatening physical harm. Knowing Dani, we knew it wasn't an idle threat and he would enjoy doing it personally. Once we heard the phone slam down, We ambled into the office and gave him a big grin.
"Hey Mr. Stewart! You lookin' for some horny Latino stallions for your club? 'Cause we like fuckin' an' fistin' anything with a pulse!" Tito crossed his arms over his chest.
I chimed in. "An' we like gettin' fucked an' fisted by big black motherfuckers like you any chance we can get!"
Dani's mouth dropped open in shock. "Charlie? Tony? Ah cain't bee-leeve it! Ah cain hear yo' whiteboy voices, but you lookz compleetly diff'rent! Dis is fuckin' amazin!"
We plopped down and manspread into the chairs in front of his desk. "New conditioning, too. We automatically sound like south american cops when we're not with anyone from the Four-One. I'm 'Chuy Calderon' from Guatemala and this is 'Tito Mendoza' from Mexico."
Tito switched to his spanglish. "See, señor? We sound real diff'rent when we talk like the Latinos we are now!"
"Dayumm..." He looked hard at us and shook his head. "If'n Ah try reely hard, Ah cain see a bit ov da old you, but itz almos' impossible... you iz two reel handsumm ruff-trade brown-skinn'd fuckers now..."
"I came up with this new 'Exchange Program' that Cap agreed to. We're doing a 'South of the Border' exchange with other cops. We're also hoping Cap will let us go for a permanent Conversion like you this time."Tony chimed in. "So we'd switch from Latino cops to black felons and back. We would never be just white guys ever again!"
Dani grinned. "Dayumm... dat'll be like Christmas ev'ry day!!!"
"The three of us were talking about the video. We thought about re-doing Mattie's 'graduation' with Tito here taking his place and Inti and me doing the penetrations."
The muscled black man drummed his fingers on the desk. "Tony menshunn'd dat. Not bad... but Ah thinkz Ah'd wanna do some stuff befo' da actual fuckin' an' fistin' ... we gotta hav summ backstory..."
He snapped his fingers. "Yeah! Tito gotz hiz hand in summ bizness an' he's gotta be taught a lesson! We can beat da shit outta him first, chain 'im up, do summ electro an' d'en we get to skullfuck 'im an' rape an' fist hiz ass!"
At our surprised looks, the manager chuckled. "We do bruise makeup fo' da beatin' an' da tree ov you cain get summ perspective trainin' on how to attack on camera t'make it look reely reel." He grinned. "But the electro an' fuckin' haz gotta be authentic!"
He frowned. "Did Inti cumm wiff you? Where iz he?"
"Why are you dressed like that?"
Inti grinned. "Dani's place, Dani's rules. I'm only a piece of meat ready for sucking, fucking and fisting."
The black man shook his head. "If'n you wantz t'be doin' dat stuff when you iz here, Mattie, dat's alwayz fine wiff me. But you don' hafta do it? Unnerstan'? You cain alwayz cumm here an' do whatevva you wantz."
Inti looked surprised. "Wow. Thanks Dani... but I'm not 'Mattie' any more... I'm not an independent person. You made me realize that. I'm 'Inti'. I'm only property now, even though I'm a pro-grade stable stud. If you want me in something else, you tell me."
Dani grinned and continued. "Okay, fo' da video today, Ah wanna see yo' face."
Inti nodded in agreement. "Yes, Sir."
"Letz go see Jaysean 'bout wat we're gonna do." He stood up. "Dis way."
* * *
TITO/TONY
The four of us ambled out of Dani's office and down a couple of corridors until we reached what looked to be a medium-sized television studio. There were several sets with technicians swarming over them; Dani continued through the controlled chaos until we got to another smaller and quieter area.
"Jaysean? You here?"
"At the edit bench, boss!"
"Hey boss, hey Inti... what's up? Just wrapping up that last video with Lasse and some new slaves."
Dani pulled him into a hug. "Jaysean iz our cree-ay-tive die-rector." He turned his attention back to the young black man. "R'memba Ah sed we wuz gonna do a video t'day wiff Inti and his ownerz? Dis is Chuy an' dat is Tito." He turned to Inti. "Take dat mask, collar an' da res' ov dat shit off"
Inti removed the latex mask and restraints, leaving only his jockpouch straining to contain his massive equipment.
Jaysean eyes widened and whistled "Wow... you two are not only built, but all of you are handsome as fuck! Jeez, Inti ... I didn't know you were this HOT!"
I chuckled. "Igual, amigo... You too." (Damn, he looked and acted just like a black version of Zack...)
"Ah wuz thinkin' we cood do sumpthin' like dat "graduation" we dunn wiff Mattie. Tito's gonna be da one on da receivin' end. But Ah wantz t'do summ beatdowns an' electro befo' we do all da fuckin' an' fistin'..."
Jaysean made a face. "We don't have those props or that set any more, boss. First off, Why is Tito being tortured?" (It was amazing how those two were building the video before our very eyes. I was getting harder by the minute, and looking over at Chuy, I could tell he was too.)
"He gotz caught stickin' hiz nose in summ bizness..."
The director rubbed his chin and looked at the dreadlocked black man. "Is Tito your employee or an infiltrator?"
Dani grinned. "Shee-it... Ah didn' think ov dat..."
Jaysean nodded. "Infilitrator. That gives us a better reason to really go at him full bore."
Chuy chimed in. "We - me an' Inti - are gonna beat up Tito, ¿Verdad? Dani said that we should get some... 'perspective trainin' ... first?" Because of Jaysean's presence, Chuy automatically had switched to his noticeable Spanglish accent.
The director nodded. "Connor's around. He's our fight choreographer. You guys look like you know hand-to-hand... am I right?"
My lover nodded. "Sí, Tito an' me are agentes de policía. I'm from Guatemala - lo mismo que Inti. Tito is from Mexico."
"That'll make it easier. Let's get the fight training done first, do the capture and beat down, then the wound makeup. I'll work on the set design for your electro and then your violation by two Guatemalan enforcers!"
Dani cleared his throat. "Don' forgit a black muthafucka skullfuckin' 'im at da same time!"
* * *Dani excused himself while. Jaysean continued with us and we walked to another area of warehouse.
"I didn't think this place was so big..."
Jaysean responded. "It wasn't. We've been buying the surrounding real estate and connecting it above and below ground." He stopped.
"We call this the "fight pit" - it sort of resembles an old greek ampitheater with a round center and a padded floor and tiered seating. We do gladiatorial fights here and the loser of each fight get fucked by the entire fight team. It's one of the few times that the chastity devices are removed from the slaves, so it makes it a real treat for them. Fortunately, at this stage of their training, they're pretty much used to be cocklocked all the time."
We continued along to a training area where several young slaves were grappling at the direction of a large, well-muscled man shouting at them in a heavy Cockney accent. He had a short mohawk and was wearing bleacher jeans with 18-eyelet boots. Chuy gave me a nudge. "Mira su culo..." ("Look at his ass.", ed.) and I noticed that the jeans also sported a hidden, but full back zipper.
"Connor! We need you for a moment!" The mohawked man gave more directions to the group and came over.
Jaysean introduced us. "Chuy and Inti will be beating Tito bloody for a video. They need some guidance and practice to make it look authentic on camera."
Connor nodded, put his fingers to his lips and gave a sharp whistle. "Harry, love! I need you for a tick!"
From the group of young men, a sweaty bald bodybuilder trotted over. He was wearing only a latex jockpouch that barely contained a considerable set of cock and balls and a bar code was tattooed onto his left pec and between his muscular shoulders. "Good morning, Mr. Jackson... hey Inti!!!"
Connor pulled him into an embrace, gave him a kiss and continued to caress the sweaty torso. "Gents, this is Harry, my prime gladiator and the finest piece of property I've ever owned."
Inti grinned and turned to us. "Harry was one of the first slaves I ever trained."
The gladiator smiled at the larger man and snuggled further into his embrace. "My master spoils me rotten! How can I help you, Sirs?"
"Harry, Inti and Chuy are going to be doing a battery video with Tito here. Now, while I'm sure these two could do a magnificent job if they were actually beating the shit out of him, we just want it to look as authentic as possible. Would you help them out with movements and technique?"
Jaysean gave us a grin and a thumbs up. "I'll leave you in Connor and Harry's capable hands. I've got some work to do on getting the sets and props ready. See you in a bit."
Harry picked out three of the other young gladiators and gave us a big grin. He motioned us to follow them. Once we got to a more secluded area of the large exercise room, Harry started explaining how fight choreography works.
"OK Sirs, before we get into the actual practice, I want to talk a little bit of the mindset you all need to have and some reactions you should focus on."
The young slave turned to me.
"Sir, the first thing to be aware of is 'the sell' - the person being beaten is often the most important part of the choreography. Your ability to 'sell' your pain and agony is what makes the scene believable. This means showing every flinch, every wince and every apparent moment of agony that you're experiencing."
"When you're hit, Tito, your body shouldn't be stiff. It should react like a ragdoll, with your limbs flailing and your body crumpling. This makes the blows look more powerful and you more vulnerable. As the beating progresses, you should show signs of injury. A leg might give out or you might struggle to keep your balance. The physical degradation of your character is a vital part of the story. Since Chuy and Inti will be the ones doing the beating, I'm sure Jaysean is going to have two other people immobilizing you, so work with them to struggle more at the start of the beating and then let them support more and more of your body weight as the beating continues."
"Always remember the 'follow-thru' whenever you get hit. The power of a strike is sold not just by the punch itself, but by the reaction. A real beating shows your head snapping back, your body recoiling, and you falling against a wall or to the ground - or trying to - in your case. There is no instant recovery."
He then spoke to Inti and Chuy. "Remember over-commitment and imbalance. Real punches often involve over-commitment, leaving the aggressor off-balance. The person being beaten will not be perfectly balanced to receive a blow; they will be reeling and flailing. This unsteadiness is key to selling the realism."
"Finally, the 'why' - the emotional content - is just as important as the 'how' - the actual beating. A realistic beating isn't a series of cool moves. In this scenario, it's going to be an act of pure malice. The choreography must be driven by the characters' emotional state. The aggressors are fighting with uncontrolled, animalistic glee. Are you trying to survive or simply endure? Are you defiant? Do you start to feel fear? Hopelessness? Jaysean will give you some cues too. The beating should serve the story. It's not just for spectacle. The audience should feel the weight of the scene, not just see the punches."
"Okay, enough of me talking. Let's give you some concrete examples. Tommy, Sam, grab Joao by the arms and hold him tight."
The other slaves followed the gladiator's instructions. "Now when you're immbolized like this, struggle and try to break free. Defiance is great at this point before the actual beating. Since you're newbies on this, we - and you - are going to do it in three-quarter time. Just like a waltz. Jaysean will speed up in post. Watch."
"One, Two, Three. One, Two, Three. Keep the rhythm in your head. One, Two, Three. One, Two, Three." Harry counted out loud as he clenched his fist and landed a slow, faux blow to Joao's solar plexus. The slave slowly tried to double-over, but was partially stopped by the other two holding him. Harry plastered a satisfied sneer to his face and aimed low and landed another apparent blow to Joao's crotch. Joao slowly threw his head back and screamed. He increased the intensity of his breathing to make his the muscles of his chest and abs stand out. The gladiator then landed a fake right cross. The other slave's head slowly snapped to the side and arched his body and leaned back. He let one leg collapse, which pulled his captors in and highlighted their straining musculature, then they slowly yanked him back to his feet. Harry finished with a left uppercut. Joao's head snapped back, then forward and he completely sagged his body so the two other slaves were responsible for his balance. They let him go and he crumpled - apparently unconscious - to the ground. The victim rolled over, grinned and then did a kip-up and popped to his feet.
"Let's do some practice now. Inti and Chuy, Sir... since we'll need bigger guys to immobilize Tito, hold onto his arms and he can practice responding to the attacks. We'll do that for a bit, then I'll have Joao and Sam immobilize me and you can practice delivering the attacks. Why don't you strip out of your shirts and jeans?"
* * *
CHUY/CHARLIE
After an hour of fight practice, we got two thumbs-up from Harry and Joao. At that point, Jaysean and Dani showed up again.
"You guyz havin' fun?"
"It was great! Harry is an amazing teacher!"
"Ah wanna a-pologize if'n Ah wuz bein' pushy wiff you fo' dis video. Dis is suppos'd t'be fun fo' alla you. You still wanna do da beatdown an' electro befo' we get down to da fuckin' an' fistin'?"
I turned to Tito and winked. "Up to you, puto..." He pulled me into a kiss. "Por supuesto ... you can't imagine what I'm gonna do to the two of you later for this..."
"Ah gotz summ wardrobe fo' you too. Letz go back to da changin' room."
* * *
TITO/TONY
"¡Oye! This is really great!" During the time we were training with Harry, Dani had managed to get a couple of t-shirts emblazoned with the Mexican flag. Of course, they were about one size too small, which was perfect to show off my physique.
"We want to emphasize your Mexican-ness..." Jaysean grinned. "We're thinking that the cartel..." He made air quotes. "... has tried a few times to get involved in the business here. You're the latest attempt. Dani, of course, is pissed off and is going to punish you. No set dialogue - I want you to look defiant and you two can improvise... sounds good?"
"Sounds great, Jaysean... ¡Tengo muchas ganas! I can't wait!"
He turned me around and noticed my growing bulge. "I see you're enjoying yourself already! Cuffs feel okay? Those are heavy-duty Clejusos. We added steel-colored silicone gaskets on the inside so you can struggle without hurting yourself."
I twisted and struggled, jerking the cuffs and my arms; they had no give, but regardless of what I did, the cushioning was doing a fine job and my wrists felt fine.
"You look GREAT doing that, Tito! All of your muscles are really popping out with definition! That shirt looks like it was painted on! Make sure you do that on set!"
I twisted in my cuffs. Jeez, I wanted to jerk off so badly right now...
He turned to Chuy and Inti. "I need you two with just your thongs on. Bare feet."
Both were dressed the way Inti had been earlier; featureless and eyeless black latex masks, black jockpouches and straps around their necks, wrists and ankles, plus extensive QR codes on each boulder-sized deltoid.
One was slightly shorter but more massive; both were grinning.
"Baz and Lasse here are going to drag you into your meeting with Dani. Everyone ready?"
* * *
The stable studs and I walked together towards the set; Jaysean, Inti and Chuy had preceded us.
"Are you guys gonna be beatin' me up too?"
"Nah, mate. Lasse and I are here for keeping you upright and restrained, plus any incidentals."
The Norwegian stable stud grinned through his featureless mask. "We are going to manhandle you down the corridor and into the office set, throw you down in front of the desk, and then immobilize you when Chuy and Inti start beating you."
Baz continued. "Of course, we expect you to struggle and put up a fight. Feel free to scream and yell and curse whenever you like, mate! We'll also be around whenever you need to get shackled or chained... or plugged." Damn... between the cuffs and what Baz was saying, I was hard as concrete and starting to leak...
"Hi fellas! Here's what I want to see. Baz, Lasse - each of you grab Tito by an arm and drag him down the corridor.
Tito - I want to see you struggling and yelling all the time these two are hauling your ass towards the door, okay? You're going to get thrown onto the floor in front of the desk and if you can, fall on your face. Don't worry - the floor looks solid, but it's actually well-padded. Struggle to get to your knees.
Dani will pick up from there - stay defiant. At some point, Baz and Lasse will haul you to your feet, then Chuy and Inti will start beating you up. Remember your choreography and timing. We'll speed it up to normal later."
The producer began to strip as a technician handed him a bright green zentai. Jaysean proceeded to pull the material over his well-muscled body; in a moment, he was completely covered and the technician zipped up the back. "This keeps me out of the video. I'll be giving you audio cues as needed. My voice will get edited out via the AI we use for production." He pulled a matching hood over his head.
"Action!!!"
* * *
SCENE ONE
"¡Cabrónes! Let me go! Let me go!"
The heavily muscled Mexican struggled in the grip of the two massive stable studs that were frog marching him down a corridor. His captors were nearly naked, wearing only thin black latex posing briefs and black latex straps locked around their throats, wrists and ankles; elaborate QR tattoos decorated each boulder-sized deltoid.
Featureless shiny black latex masks covered their faces. The latino had his hands cuffed behind his back and had been stripped down to just a t-shirt with the Mexican flag emblazoned on it and a red jockpouch that did little to hide his massive endowment. He broke free from one of his captors, only to be thrown against the wall by the other.
"Stop making it harder for yourself, mate ... " The first captor gave the prisoner an open slap across his face before grabbing the caramel-skinned arm once more. The eyeless and featureless black face gave him a wicked grin. "You have no idea what's in store for you." The trio reached the end of corridor, where one of the studs opened the door and entered an office. The Mexican continued to struggle and was pitched onto the floor in front of the desk, falling on his face. Struggling, the captive levered himself up to glare at the three men in front of him.
Jaysean spoke in a stage whisper - "Curse and spit at them, Tito."
"¡Malparidos!" He spat.
Dani Stewart, the powerfully muscled and dreadlocked black man, sat behind the desk and gave the captive an appraising look. On either side, two hyper-dieseled Latinos stood in a relaxed, but watchful stance. Like the Mexican, both were completely hairless, and like his captors, both were nearly naked; one wore an electric blue jockpouch and the other, a black latex one - that one also sported QR codes on his shoulders as well.
"Hmmm... seems dat dem cartel boyz nevva seem t'learn..." He looked at the two Latinos on each side and grinned. The pair returned the smile, but stayed silent.
He leaned forward. "Lemme guess... afta you gotz caught dippin' yo' wick inta someboddy, you wuz given da choice of doin' a job on me, or gettin' yo' throat slit? You gotz caught fuckin' Gustavo's baby brutha?"
Jaysean spoke quietly again - "Look like your mom just walked in on you as you're jerking off."
The Mexican looked surprised and embarrassed, and some of his bravado evaporated.
The black man continued. "Yeah, dat's da deep dark secret dat he don' wan' anyboddy findin' out... Chuy and Inti here had da same problem. Wat's yo' name?"
The captive latino pursed his lips and remained quiet.
One of the enforcers slammed his face onto the floor again. "When your master asks you a question, you answer it!"
The Mexican struggled to his knees again.
"Tito. Mi nombre es Tito."
Dani quirked an eyebrow. "Well, Tito ... seein' at how yo' cock iz respondin' to da fellas here, Ah thinkz you is gonna fit in jus' fine. Howevva, Ah cain't let you off da hook fo' comin' here an' causin' mayhem at mah club."
He turned to the other latinos. "Beat da shit outta him an' d'en rearrange his insidez." He paused. "Ah wantz t'see yo' armz alla way in hiz gutz. Bowff ov you. Up to da shoulda."
"Sí, Jefe."
"Yes, boss."
All of a sudden, the Mexican found himself hauled to his feet by the two stable studs and held immobile.
The two Latinos grinned as they circled the desk and began viciously attacking the captive.
Jaysean spoke. "Inti ... slow down a smidge... Tito, that was a hard gut punch... try to curl up."
The beating continued as punches rained down onto the Mexican's face and body. Many times, the captive tried to curl up in pain, but was jerked upright and available for more punishment.
Jaysean continued. "Chuy - time for the uppercut on the chin. Tito - time to be knocked out. Sag in Baz and Lasse's grip. Guys, on a three-count, let him drop to the floor."
The Latino named Chuy pulled back and gave the Mexican a massive uppercut. Tito's head snapped backward and then dropped to his chest as he sagged in his captors' arms. The two released him and let him drop unconscious to the floor.
The enforcer named Inti turned to the black man. "Jefe, before we start the fistin' and fuckin', what about some electro to get him used to his new life?"
The black man grinned. "You think lotsa bad thoughts, Inti. Ah likez dat. Yeahh... let's chain da fucker up an' zap 'im fo' a few hours. Dat'll take care ov hiz attitude problem." He motioned to the stable studs. "Git 'im da fuk out ov mah office."
The two latex covered captors lifted the unconscious Mexican and dragged him out of the office, closing the door behind them.
Jaysean raised his hands and gave two thumbs up. "And... CUT!" Great work guys!"
* * *
TITO/TONY
Once we heard the "CUT!" I got my feet under me and Baz and Lasse let go of my arms.
"Crikey! That was fun!"
"It sure was! Gracías for the support!" The two studs laughed at the joke. At that point, Inti, Chuy and Jaysean (still in his green spandex) came over to us.
"FANTASTIC work, guys! Next step up is the bruise and cut makeup you'll need after that beating! C'mon - let's go see Luca!"
* * *
The best solution? Break the story into parts and let you enjoy! In the next installment, we are going to see some additional "discipline" directed at Tito, and then his subjugation by Inti and Chuy ... and Dani.
Of course, there will be a happy ending!
STAY TUNED!
