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After a quick shower and changing into a clean pair of clothes--a shirt which Lola had picked out for him: a short-sleeved black polo that clung almost uncomfortably tight to his pecs and biceps, printed with a gold filigree pattern; tight black jeans, and a new gold chain that Lola had also picked out--and slipping on his boots, Nacho took a few deep breaths to ground himself before joining Lola and Eladio in the living room. 

They were sitting on a long white leather couch, a fire gently flickering in the beautiful fireplace built of adobe brick and striking cobalt blue tile. Potted ferns and tropical plants filled the space and a stone fountain on the opposite end of the room added to the feeling of stepping into a well-curated jungle. 

“Nacho! Come. Sit.” Eladio patted the seat next to him, all wide, toothy smile and cheery tone. Everybody’s best friend. 

He sat with his legs spread wide and arms splayed against the back of the sofa, one arm curling around Lola. The picture of a king in repose on his throne. His white linen pants and shirt highlighted the tan of his skin. His silver eye necklace winked at Nacho where it sat on the wide expanse of his silver-furred chest, revealed by his mostly-unbuttoned shirt. 

Hesitantly, Nacho settled onto the couch next to him. Eladio’s thigh pressed against Nacho’s when he sat down, but he made no effort to close his legs. He slung an arm around his shoulder and pulled him in so Nacho was tucked snug against his side. On his other side, Lola was curled with her perfectly pedicured bare feet up on the couch. Her delicate toe nails were painted the same hyper-bright maraschino-cherry-red as her wickedly pointed fingernails. Her arms draped over Eladio’s shoulder, her chin resting atop them. Her red dress rode high on her thighs, pooled where her legs were folded under her. 

“Lola tells me you did incredible work on the Ferrari. I suppose I’m indebted to you, Nachito.” 

The overly-familiar nickname rankled, coming from Eladio. “Oh, it was nothing,” Nacho protested. “Just a simple repair. The car is in great condition. You must take excellent care of it.” 

He hoped flattery would dull the knife’s edge of tension hiding under Eladio’s exaggeratedly friendly demeanor. 

Eladio beamed, his teeth glimmering too straight and too white against his tanned skin. Nacho wondered if they were veneers. 

“Well, I do pride myself on taking good care of my things. Don’t I, preciosa?” He turned to Lola, planting a kiss on the top of her head. 

Lola smiled up at him, batting her thick eyelashes lazily. “ Claro que sí, mi amor,” she murmured. 

“But still, I’m grateful to you, Nachito. How did you come to be so good with cars, eh, amigo?” He squeezed Nacho’s arm where his broad palm still rested. 

Nacho forced a polite smile onto his face. “My Papá owns an upholstery business in Albuquerque and we kind of specialize in cars. But before he came over the border, he worked as a mechanic in Zacatecas, and he taught me.” 

Eladio grinned. “Wow! Real salt of the earth, hard working men, aren’t you?” He gave Nacho’s cheek a little pinch, like an uncle would do to a favored nephew. 

Nacho balled his fists against his side to stop himself from punching the man. His fingernails cut into his palms. “If you say so, Don Eladio,” he managed to choke out without making the venom in his voice too apparent. 

Eladio chuckled and squeezed him tight again, his meaty hand rubbing up and down on Nacho’s bicep. “No need for formalities, Nachito. We’re all friends here, qué no ?” 

“Of course. Sorry,” Nacho murmured, plastering another strained smile on his face. His eyes flicked over to Lola, who was watching him closely. She nodded subtly, a faint encouragement. 

“No, no. Don’t apologize, compadre. Here, a toast, to you: our new friend and the miracle-working mechanic!” 

Eladio released him long enough to reach for a glass of tequila that sat on the low wooden coffee table, and a sigh of relief escaped Nacho as he accepted it. They clinked their glasses and each drank deeply. The deep blue bottle was positioned conspicuously on the table: Zafiro Añejo. Just about the most expensive tequila on the market; rare and prized. Whether or not its staggering price tag was entirely justified, it did go down incredibly smooth and delicious. 

Tension returned to Nacho’s frame all too quickly, though, as Eladio’s arm looped around him again. His broad thumb drew lazy circles against Nacho’s bicep, worming just under the edge of his sleeve. 

“ Muy suave, no?” Eladio asked, gesturing with his own glass of tequila. 

Nacho nodded. “I’ve never had such a delicious tequila,” he said honestly. 

Eladio beamed as proudly as if he had distilled it himself. “It’s the best on Earth! Suavecito y sabrosito.” He squeezed both Lola and Nacho tightly against himself. “I only want the very finest things in life, you see, Nachito.” His brown eyes widened, as if to emphasize his sincerity. 

“I can see that,” Nacho said carefully. “You have excellent taste, Eladio. Your home, your cars…Everything.” He couldn’t help his gaze darting to Lola, which Eladio--watching him like a hawk--certainly did not miss. 

“ Mil gracias , amigo! She’s a rare beauty, isn’t she? My crown jewel.” Eladio caught Lola’s lips in a kiss that went on a little too long to be proper. Especially as his hand continued to stroke Nacho’s arm. 

Eladio’s other hand crept up Lola’s thigh, dipping under the folds of her skirt. The sharp breath she took in through her nose was difficult to miss in such close quarters, as were the lazy circular motions Eladio’s wrist made. The chunky gold Rolex on his wrist seemed to wink at Nacho, somehow making his actions even more crude. 

When their kiss finally ended, Eladio turned to grin at Nacho. “It’s alright, you can have a taste, compa. I know you already have! Naughty, naughty!” He winked and slapped Nacho’s arm in a light, teasing chastisement. 

Nacho felt his blood run cold. 

“I normally prefer when my guests ask my permission before s haring my wife. But since it’s a little late for that, go on, amigo. Disfrútala!” 

Eladio pulled his hand out from under Lola’s skirt and held it out to Nacho. His index and middle fingers shimmered with her slick. Eladio fixed him with an expectant look. 

His stomach roiling, Nacho leaned forward and took the fingers into his mouth, sucking Lola’s juices from them. His eyes met Lola’s, but he couldn’t decipher the look she gave him. 

Eladio sighed with exaggerated satisfaction. “That’s it, good boy. You like how my wife tastes. No es así?” 

His fingers jabbed deeper into Nacho’s mouth, hitting his throat and making him gag. Nacho tried to pull away but Eladio followed him, those thick fingers pressing down on his tongue forcefully. 

“I can be a very generous man, Nachito,” he said, his tone still all sunshine and daisies, though his lips were now set in a grim line, highlighting the wrinkles around his mouth and his forehead, under the swoop of his curling silver hair. “ Me caes bien. And I’m in a giving mood. So I’ll let you have a proper taste. Ven.” 

Eladio’s broad hand moved swift as a rattlesnake from Nacho’s shoulder to the nape of his neck, and he pushed him forward, folding Nacho across his lap so he came eye-to-eye with Lola’s thighs, barely concealed by the thin fabric of her dress. His own torso was pressed tight against Eladio’s lap, where he could feel the man’s cock stirring against his stomach. Nacho swallowed thickly to quell a sudden surge of bile. 

“Go on, taste her! Show me how you like to enjoy my wife, compa.” Eladio’s tone was commanding; all steel under the false cheeriness. Nacho glanced up at Lola as best he could, with Eladio’s meaty paw holding his neck down. 

She smiled enigmatically and shifted, opening her legs to reveal her bare cunt, already dewy with her juices. Nacho closed his eyes, trying to imagine that Eladio wasn’t there, and pressed his mouth to her; just kissing her like he would her mouth, at first. 

In spite of the less-than-ideal circumstances, the taste of her and her stuttered gasp went straight to his cock. He continued to kiss her pussy, eventually snaking his tongue out to lap at her like he had the night before, drinking her sweet nectar thirstily. 

“Open your eyes,” Eladio’s voice, gone breathy with desire, snapped him back into the uncomfortable reality of his situation. “Don’t you want to appreciate how beautiful my wife is?  Hmm, perro infiel?”  The chunky silver ring on his pinky dug into Nacho’s neck as he pushed his head forcefully against Lola’s groin. 

Nacho moaned against Lola’s cunt and opened his eyes, as commanded. He hated this man, arrogant and cruel, who treated his wife like just another one of his shiny trophies. But something about the degradation, the heavy hand on his neck, made his traitorous cock throb. He slipped his tongue inside of her, lapping frantically as best he could, with his limited range of motion. 

“She’s gorgeous, isn’t she?” Eladio purred. The hand that wasn’t pinning Nacho’s neck pushed the thin straps of Lola’s dress down, freeing her bare breasts. He fondled them, pinching her nipples and drawing desperate moans from her lips. 

“You love this, don’t you, whore?” He hissed at her. “Fucking this peasant behind my back while I’m away. Maldita perra. But he’s a pretty one, isn’t he? And I can see he knows what to do with that pretty mouth of his. Is he good, mi vida?” 

Lola gasped and stuttered, “Y-yesss,” as Nacho sucked her clit into his mouth.

 Eladio twisted her nipple cruelly and then slapped her tits, his hand leaving a red mark in its wake. Lola moaned, low and wild, and her cunt dripped sweet juices down Nacho’s chin. 

“Better than me?” Eladio demanded. 

Lola shook her head in a frantic no, but Eladio growled. Nacho couldn’t see his face well from his vantage point, but he could hear the venom in his tone when he said, “You’d better not be lying to me, whore.” 

He slapped her face next, and Nacho bucked, trying to sit up. But Eladio was stronger than he looked—and for an old man—and he kept him pinned where he was. 

Lola’s eyelids fluttered and she moaned again. Did she get off on that? 

“Maldita perra. Pinche puta,” Eladio hissed, his wide hand mauling her breasts again as she writhed, pushing her pussy frantically against Nacho’s eager mouth. 

Eladio’s erection pressed insistently against Nacho’s stomach, and he could feel precum soaking through the thin linen of his trousers. The mix of arousal and revulsion had his head spinning. 

“Alright, that’s enough,” Eladio snapped. “I’m going to fuck you now, while she watches. Since she likes sharing so much. Right, mi amor?” 

Lola trembled. “Eladio, no. Por favor…” But his palm cracked against her face again before she could finish whatever plea she’d been attempting to make. 

Nacho bucked as hard as he could, desperately trying to wriggle out of Eladio’s iron grip. He had youth and strength on his side, and Eladio had to grab his legs with his other hand to hold him down. 

Fear broke past any remaining shreds of shame left in him and he yelped, “ Ayúdame!” pleading with Lola with eyes blown wide with terror. 

Eladio’s shushing sounds burned in his ears as he continued to struggle, his efforts redoubling as Eladio’s hand crept up his legs to paw at his ass. 

“Lola, por favor. Help me,” Nacho sobbed, his voice muffled where Eladio’s heavy hand pushed his face into the leather couch. 

Lola’s eyes brimmed with tears, her whole body trembling finely. But she shook her head no . “I’m sorry, Nachito,” she whispered, her voice thick with sorrow. 

Dread squeezed like a cold fist around Nacho’s heart. 

“No! No!” He shouted, thrashing furiously against Eladio’s grip, kicking his legs as hard as he could to try to wriggle free. 

The hand that was holding his legs let go for a short, blessed moment, only to crash down heavily against his ass. 

“Stop struggling, maldito perro. ” Eladio growled. “You think you can fuck my wife and get away with it, eh, cabrón? She’s mine. And so are you. I own this whole fucking country. You think I can’t fuck your ass if you don’t want me to?” 

Eladio chuckled, the sound alarmingly lighthearted in Nacho’s panicked ears. “ Ay, pobrecito. Think again. I can do whatever I want. Y quiero chingarte ahora .” 

As he spoke, Eladio’s hand shoved its way past the waistband of Nacho’s jeans, his thick fingers probing his ass until they reached his hole. Nacho shouted as one shoved its way inside of him, dry and harsh. 

Shame scorched hot in his gut as tears spilled from his eyes and he sobbed. “No, no. Please. Por favor, Don Eladio. I’ll do anything…I’ll suck your cock! You can fuck my face instead, please!” 

He squeezed his eyes shut tightly, unable to look at Lola as her husband’s finger pumped roughly in and out of his ass, burning and hurting. 

Perceptive bastard that he was, Eladio must have noticed. Because he ordered, “Look at her! This is her fault, you know? That whore thought she could fuck you in my bed, behind my back, and then we’d all be friends? Jodida puta estúpida!” 

The sound of Lola’s sobs was what drove Nacho to reluctantly open his eyes. She was curled into a ball, a hand clamped over her mouth, trying to hold in her cries. Tears streamed from her eyes, leaving black streaks of mascara down her cheeks. 

It made Nacho think of a song his Mamá used to love: lágrimas negras . He remembered the album cover of the vinyl record: a white background painted with a pair of black eyes, streaming black tears. For a moment, he was back in his living room as a little boy, playing with his toy cars on the thick shag carpet, his mother singing along with lágrimas negras as she stitched some fabric for a chair they were re-upholstering at the family shop. 

He was yanked back into reality by another of Eladio’s thick fingers shoving its way inside of him; too dry and too rough. Nacho screamed, in too much pain to worry about preserving whatever shreds of dignity he might have left. His hands scrabbled against the leather couch, trying to push himself up and out of Eladio’s grasp.

“Tie him!” Eladio barked, and his fingers jerked roughly out of Nacho, to yank off his belt and toss it to Lola. 

Nacho met her eyes from where his face was crushed against the couch. Her mouth was open wide; red like a wound; her lips trembling. 

“I…I can’t….Eladio, please. Please stop. I’ll do anything,” Lola pleaded, the belt hanging limp in her hand. 

“You’ll do it, or I’ll kill him now,” Eladio said flatly, his voice utterly devoid of emotion. As if to prove his point, he let go of Nacho’s legs momentarily to pull up the handle of the gun that was tucked into the back of his pants. 

Lola sobbed loudly. “I’m sorry, Nachito,” she repeated, her voice barely audible. 

“No, no, no! Please, Lola, please. Don’t let him do this to me!” Nacho begged, continuing to writhe. But Eladio’s hand was gripping tightly around his legs again. 

“ Lo siento,” Lola whimpered, words barely intelligible through her sobs, as she pulled his wrists behind his back and cinched the thick leather belt tightly around them. 

“Good girl,” Eladio said mockingly, leaning forward to kiss her cheek as he shoved a finger back inside of Nacho, drawing another raw yelp from his throat. 

Lola shuddered and leaned away from him, curling into a ball again. But she never took her eyes off of Nacho. 

“That’s better,” Eladio sighed with satisfaction, his hand finally leaving Nacho’s neck. The other pulled out of him again, just to tug his jeans down. Nacho pressed his face further into the couch cushion, closing his eyes again as Eladio threw his jeans to the floor. 

“Ay, que lindo!” Eladio exclaimed with sadistic glee, both hands squeezing the globes of Nacho’s ass. “Look at these cute red undies! They make this ass look so good, Nachito! The ladies must love them, eh, papi chulo? What do you think, Lola? They look good on him, yeah?” 

When Lola reluctantly nodded, Eladio laughed cruelly. “Such a nice ass, too! You could be a model, Nachito! Anyone ever told you that? Yeah, I bet they have! You’d make better money modeling than fixing up cars. I could put you in touch with an agent, if you’re a good boy for me. What do you think of that, huh?” 

Nacho bit his tongue, refusing to play into Eladio’s sick little game, trying to hold in his sobs as much as possible. Eladio’s hand came down in another harsh slap against his ass. 

“Hey, don’t be boring, Nachito! Come on, we’re gonna have fun!” 

He yanked Nacho’s boxer briefs off, tossing them to the floor as well. Nacho began to struggle again, twisting uselessly in Eladio’s lap with his hands bound behind him, the belt chafing against his wrists. A few more harsh slaps against his ass, and he stilled. More out of shock than anything else. Eladio was spanking him, like an unruly child. 

Hot tears of rage and shame prickled in Nacho’s eyes. “Stop! Stop!” he begged, “I’ll…I’ll be good. I won’t fight anymore.” 

He bit his tongue harshly, focusing on the pain there to keep from crying out when the spanking continued. Eladio’s cock was rigid, pressing against his own, where he was draped over the man’s lap. He was still half-hard from licking Lola, and he prayed that his erection would fade away completely, so Eladio wouldn’t think he was enjoying this sick game of his. 

“That’s sweet,” Eladio cooed, as his hands continued to abuse Nacho’s ass. “But I think I deserve a proper apology from you, boy. You fucked my wife, remember? That wasn’t very nice of you, Nachito.” The harshest slap yet punctuated that statement, the edge of Eladio’s hand catching Nacho’s balls, making him scream into the white leather. 

“I’m..I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! Lo siento! Lo siento!” Nacho begged, not even caring anymore how pathetic he sounded, if it would make the pain and humiliation of the spanking stop. 

“Hmm, that was pretty good. But what are you sorry for?” Eladio teased, continuing to deliver heavy blows to Nacho’s stinging skin. 

Nacho groaned in frustration, pain, and humiliation. “I’m sorry that I fucked your wife, Don Eladio! I’m so sorry. So sorry!” He couldn’t help but sob as Eladio’s hand grabbed his abused cheeks and squeezed them tightly. 

“Well…you sound sincere enough. But that was a dirty trick, Nachito. You should know better than to touch another man’s property, huh? Little Sancho. Sin vergüenza. Didn’t your Papi raise you better than that, boy?” 

White-hot rage flooded Nacho’s mind, blurring his vision and clouding his better judgment. 

“Don’t you fucking dare talk about my Papá!” He growled. “He’s a thousand times the man you are! You could never, never, be half the man he is.” 

Eladio laughed, loud and bright, and his hand came down against Nacho’s ass even more fiercely than before. “Wow! You’re a real firecracker, Ignacio! Where did you find him, Lola? We should keep you around! You’ve got spunk! I like that!” 

Lola’s voice, still shaky with tears, drew Nacho’s gaze back to her.  “Eladio, please. Let him go now. I’m the one who went behind your back with him. Please, punish me instead.” 

She looked so fragile, no longer curled into a ball, now sitting up straight. Her face was still streaked with mascara-tears, but there was a quiet dignity in the way she sat straight and tall and held her head up high. Nacho’s heart ached for her, as well as for himself.  

If they ever got out of this, he would kill Eladio with his bare hands…

“You’ll get your turn,” Eladio said flippantly. “I think ten more, and then I’ll fuck him. I’m tired of all this talking.”

Nacho jerked as Eladio resumed the spanking. “Count them for me, Nachito. Or we’ll start all over again,” he demanded. 

“O-one, two…” Nacho reluctantly counted, hating the pathetic sound of his own whimpering, pained voice. 

Eladio stopped again, tutting, and lightly patted his ass. “No, no, no. En Español, por favor, Nachito. I know you’re from el otro lado, but you can still speak Spanish, right, mi gringuito?” 

Nacho didn’t even try to hide his growl of frustration or the way he glared at Eladio over his shoulder. But when Eladio’s hand came down against him again, he dutifully chanted, “ Uno, dos, tres…” 

When he got to diez, Eladio sighed in satisfaction. 

“ Éso es ! Good boy, Nachito. Hopefully now you’ll think twice before fucking another man’s wife, eh?” Eladio chuckled. He took Nacho’s bruised ass cheeks in both hands and squeezed, making Nacho whimper. “Ok, I’m gonna fuck this ass now. Qué rico es ese culito, no? I can’t wait to see how it feels around my cock.” 

Nacho sobbed, no longer trying to hide it. 

“Aww, pobrecito. No llores. You’re gonna like it. You’ll see.” Eladio gave his sore ass a gentle, “affectionate” pat. “Right, Lola? I fuck good. Don’t I, mi corazon?” 

“Y–yes. Very good, Eladio,” Lalo said, her voice like a sponge wrung of all emotion. She wasn’t crying anymore. Her face was as blank as a freshly-wiped chalkboard. When Nacho met her eyes, they were dead; the flat black of a screen that’s been turned off. 

He wanted to be angry with her, for sitting by while he was assaulted; for not fighting Eladio. But what could she do? If he, with all his carefully-crafted muscles couldn’t fight Eladio off, what would a delicate princess like Lola be able to do? And she had begged for him. Even offered to be punished in his place…He wished he could cradle her to him, kiss her, and tell her everything would be ok. Except nothing was ok. He was fucked. Figuratively and literally. They both were. 

Eladio’s hands pulled his ass cheeks wide open, exposing his hole, and he delivered one last forceful slap right to it. Nacho howled into the leather couch, biting down on it to muffle his scream. A thick glob of spit landed on his aching, twitching hole, making him jump. God, how disgusting. How crude and humiliating. Another thick glob of spit followed, and then two of Eladio’s fingers were pushing it inside of him, fucking in and out of his hole, rough and quick. The spit made it slightly more tolerable than when he’d fingered him dry, but it still hurt, and Nacho bit his tongue again to try to stifle his whimpering. 

“Lola! Ven aquí,” Eladio commanded. Nacho watched over his shoulder as Lola got up, coming over to sit next to Eladio. He pulled his fingers out of Nacho’s ass and held them out to her. “Get them nice and wet for me, mi amor,” Eladio instructed her. 

Lola took his wrist and brought three of his fingers into her mouth, sucking them as if she was sucking his cock. It would have been an arousing sight, if the circumstances weren’t so fucking bleak. 

“That’s it; that’s it. Take them. Get them nice and wet for your little boyfriend, ok?” 

Lola didn’t respond other than continuing to suck Eladio’s fingers, letting drool drip from her mouth down his wrist. After a moment, Eladio pulled them out. 

“Ok, that’s good enough, sweetheart. Thanks.” Two of his fingers slid back into Nacho’s asshole, the slide easier now with the lubrication of both his spit and Lola’s. It still hurt. But not as much. 

“You should thank her, too, Nachito. Wasn’t it nice of her to get you wet for me? I really should fuck you dry, after what you did. Make you bleed and scream. But I wouldn’t want to make my wife too sad, right?” 

Cruel fucking bastard. I’ll kill him. I’ll kill him. I’ll kill him. 

“Thank you,” Nacho managed to gasp as the third of Eladio’s fingers pushed its way inside of him. “Thank you, Lola.” 

He tried to catch her eyes again, but she was staring off into the distance. The dark of her eyes like the night sky if all the stars were snuffed out. 

Eladio fingered him for a little longer, stretching him wider. Nacho had never had anything inside his ass before. Some of the girls he’d slept with had wanted to, but the idea always made him uncomfortable.

 He’d messed around here and there with guys; giving and receiving blowjobs. He’d even licked a guy’s ass before. He did it for girls; it wasn’t really all that different. 

But the idea of being penetrated like that had always scared him. It seemed like it would be painful. And then, there was the shame of it…the stigma of being the limp-wristed maricón who liked to take it up the ass. His pride hadn’t allowed it; not even with women. 

Well, now here he was, getting fingered in the ass. And it did hurt. Probably much worse than it would have with any of his consensual partners. Too late for that, now. His first time taking it up the ass would be painful. It wouldn’t be sex. It would be…his mind rebelled at the thought of the word rape… but that was what this was, wasn’t it? He was going to be raped by Lola’s husband. 

Suddenly, an unexpected bolt of pleasure shot through him. Eladio’s fingers had pressed up against something inside of him that momentarily washed the pain away with a bright, hot instant of bliss. 

That must be my prostate , Nacho thought distantly, as if he was listening to a biology lesson. He knew from the girls who’d wanted to try “butt stuff” with him, and from watching gay porn, that the prostate was like the G-spot for men. It felt even better than he’d expected. Even in this fucked up situation. He couldn’t help but gasp as Eladio continued to rub it, his cock stirring against his will. 

“Ah, does that feel good, Nachito? I found your sweet spot, huh?” Eladio purred. He fingered it aggressively for a bit longer, drawing reluctant moans from Nacho’s mouth. 

Nacho’s face burned with shame. How fucked up that this asshole was actually making him feel good. He liked it better when it was all painful, and he could just be angry . 

He glanced back up at Lola, who was watching him again, her eyebrows drawn down over her eyes in a frown. His eyes pleaded with her; but for what, he wasn’t sure. 

“Hmmm, you sound so sweet, moaning like a whore, Nachito. No wonder my Lola wanted to fuck you. So cute. So sweet. Ay, qué bonito.”  

Eladio’s fingers pulled out of him again, and he was pushed out of his lap onto the couch. Lola scooted back against the armrest, making more room for him. Eladio grabbed his hips, pulling them up, manipulating Nacho like a puppet until he was on his knees. He was folded nearly in half, bent over with face and chest pressed to the couch and his ass sticking up in the air, ready to be fucked. Distantly, he recognized that his shoulders and wrists were aching from his hands being tied behind him.

That ache was nothing, though, compared to the aching stretch when Eladio pressed the head of his cock inside of him. It was so much wider even than three of his fingers had been, thick and hot and unlike anything Nacho had ever felt before.  

“Nonononono,” he heard himself whimper; back to begging. “No, please. Please. I can’t. It’s too big. It’s too big. It hurts.” 

“Shhh,” Eladio cooed, continuing to press relentlessly in and in and in. “It’s just a little pain. You’re not so weak that you can’t handle a little pain, right, Nachito? Big strong boy like you? You can take it. That’s it. Go on. Take it for me.” He grunted, thrusting his hips sharply to force more of himself inside. Nacho yelped. 

“That’s it. Buen chico. Take it all. You’re gonna take this whole, big cock for me. Take it so good…” 

Elado’s filthy mutterings rang in Nacho’s ears. He was big; he wasn’t just stroking his own ego. And it hurt so bad. It felt like Eladio was splitting him open as his long, thick, cock speared into him. Nacho took deep breaths, trying to calm himself. 

In a way, Eladio’s taunting helped him. It is just a little pain , he told himself, it’s not gonna kill me. I’ve been through worse. I can get through this. 

After what felt like ages, Eladio bottomed out inside of him, his heavy balls slapping against Nacho’s taint, making him shudder. His own cock was almost fully hard now, in spite of the pain. Maybe because of it. Of course, his own body had to betray him, too. 

Lola was watching them avidly, silently. Nacho still couldn’t read any emotion in the black void of her eyes. 

“Ay, qué rico. Qué rico es chingarte, Nachito. Tu culo se siente tan increíble,” Eladio was muttering, as he began to thrust inside of Nacho; shallowly and slowly, at first; then faster, harder, and deeper. It moved more slickly now, between the spit, and what Nacho suspected was his own blood, if the dull ache inside of him was indication of a tear. Nacho couldn’t help but moan and whine in a mix of pleasure-pain that spun his head. 

“So tight, so tight! You ever had a man inside you before?” Eladio asked, his hands pawing at Nacho’s ass cheeks as he continued to thrust into him. 

Nacho shook his head. “N-no, noooo.I–aaahh! I’ve never…never…” But it was too hard to talk, with Eladio pounding away at him. All he could do was moan and whine like a sad, pathetic whore. 

“Wow! Lucky me! I got to pop your cherry, huh? It feels so good, your tight little virgin ass. So, so good. I wish you could know what it feels like…And I’m the only one..the only one who’ll ever get to feel how good it is to fuck this ass! Qué buena suerte tengo!  Your ass is mine, Nachito. All mine.” 

Nacho wished there was a way to block out Eladio’s voice. He didn’t want to hear it. Fuck Eladio and his filthy, degrading commentary. 

“You like it? Huh? You like this big dick in you? Fucking you so good?” 

Nacho knew better than to tell the truth. “Yeah,” he moaned, laying it on thick for Eladio’s benefit. “I like it.” I hate it. I hate you. 

He wondered if this was what it was like for porn actors, just phoning it in, pretending to moan in pleasure as some douchebag hammered away at you, making you ache; but you couldn’t show it; had to make it look like you loved it; like it was the best sex you ever had? 

Eladio chuckled and delivered a playful, but still heavy and painful smack to Nacho’s already bruised ass. “You’re a bad liar, Nachito. But I like to hear you say it. Tell me how much you like my big cock in your ass.” 

Nacho shuddered with revulsion, but grit his teeth and forced himself to moan, “I love it. I love your big cock inside of me. I love your cock fucking my…my ass.” 

He couldn’t bear to look at Lola; staring instead down at the white leather of the couch where his face was pressed to the cushion. 

As if he could read his mind, Eladio, called out, “ Mira, Lola! Look how good your little boyfriend is taking my cock! He’s as much of a whore as you are, de verdad, mi amor? Did you know he had this tight little virgin ass? Is that why you brought him home? Did you want to share him with me? You should’ve just said so, mi corazon! How could I say no to you? Or to this culo tan jugoso y rico? Hijo de puta! You’re missing out, Lola, that you can’t fuck him like this. He feels so amazing. He’s almost as good on my cock as you are, mi mujer.” 

Lola’s voice was flat and empty as a wasteland when she responded, “I didn’t want to share him with you. I just wanted him for me.” 

Eladio’s laughter bounced off the walls, and both Lola and Nacho flinched at the sound. “So selfish, mi esposa! How rude of you not to want to share your shiny new toy with your husband! That’s not nice at all! You see how she is, Nachito? That’s why I have to beat some sense into her. Why I have to rape your ass. Because she won’t share it willingly. What a selfish, thoughtless girl. She makes me have to do such awful things.” 

Nacho thought he saw something flicker in Lola’s dead-screen eyes, but it happened so quickly, he had no idea what it meant, or if he’d imagined it. 

His ass ached where Eladio continued fucking into him. His back and abs ached from being folded in half. His knees ached from holding his weight and Eladio’s. His wrists and shoulders were numb now. He hoped the belt wasn’t cutting off his circulation. 

“Can you untie me?” He asked, making his voice as sweet and submissive as possible. “Please? So I can…So I can…” What to say? What lie to tell so he could get his hands free? “I want to touch you…” 

Eladio chuckled and rolled his hips to strike Nacho’s prostate with the blunt head of his cock, making him gasp involuntarily. Precum dripped from Nacho’s own neglected cock.

 “Aww, you want to touch me? That’s sweet. Well…you have been taking my cock so well, for your first time. And since you asked so nicely…Ok.I’ll untie you. But if you try anything, I’ll kill you and the whore. Entiendes?” 

Nacho tried to nod his head, but it was difficult, with his face smashed against the couch. “Yes,” he agreed quickly, keeping  his voice sweet and light, “I’ll be good, I promise. I just want to touch you because…because you make me feel so good.” 

The lie was bitter like bile on his tongue, but at this point, he would say anything, do anything , for Eladio to untie him. Maybe if he could get his hands free, he could get him off faster, make him come so this would end. Maybe he could strangle him…

Nacho sobbed with relief when Eladio untied his hands. It took a moment for sensation to return; painful pins and needles that made him whine and whimper. 

“Look at those poor hands; all red,” Eladio tutted, tracing the lines where the belt had cut into Nacho’s wrists. “Ok. You’re going to be a good boy, like you promised? Can you climb on Papi’s cock and take a ride? You wanna ride your Papi, hmm, mi chico bonito?” 

Nacho fought not to show his disgust on his face at all the “Papi” talk. It reminded him painfully of how he and Lola had played with mommy kink. WIth her, it had been a little uncomfortable still, but mostly hot in that squirmy, gut-churning way that taboo things were hot. But this? It just disgusted him. 

Still, he forced himself to play along. “ Sí, Papi. Te deseo mucho. Quiero montarte.” He rubbed his  aching wrists for a moment, but then forced himself to unfold from his cramped position and crawl into Eladio’s lap. 

The smug bastard was leaning back with his hands behind his head, eyes shining with sadistic glee. Nacho turned himself so he was facing Lola instead, riding Eladio in the “reverse cowgirl” position. His thighs trembled, weak from being folded in half for so long as Eladio fucked him, but he tried to hold himself steady as he sank down slowly onto Eladio’s cock. It was harder than girls made it look. Eladio’s cock went deeper at this angle, and Nacho hissed, stopping part-way, panting and whimpering. 

Lola was watching him with those flat, empty black eyes of hers. Like a doll’s eyes. Devoid of life. Her dress was still pulled down, her breasts exposed. But she sat still and rigid; also doll-like in her stiff posture. She must be somewhere far away, mentally . She had the look of a lamp that had just been unplugged. All the light sucked out of her. 

Eladio’s hands landed on his hips, pushing him down further onto his cock. Nacho wailed, unable to restrain the pained cry. “Ah! It hurts! Wait! Me duele! Me duele!” He gasped. 

Predictably, his pleas fell on deaf ears. “Just a little bit more, chico,” Eladio cooed, his voice falsely sweet. “You can do it. Come on, take it all. Take all of Papi’s nice big cock. That’s it.” 

Nacho sobbed, his thighs shaking as Eladio pushed him down the last few inches, until he was fully seated on his cock, his ass resting against Eladio’s hips. It burned in a new, sharp way that was hard to describe. He hated himself for his weakness as he trembled and cried on Eladio’s cock like the sissy-faggot- maricón he’d always feared being. 

“Hush now, hush. That’s a good boy,” Eladio coaxed him in that same disgustingly saccharine voice, “ MIra! You took it all! I knew you could. Now, ride me, like you said you would, hmm? Remember? You said you’d be a good boy and ride your Papi. Are you gonna stick to your word and be a good boy?” 

Nacho gagged, nearly vomiting up some bile. He forced it back down his throat and took deep, shuddering breaths, trying to stop the ugly, humiliating sobs that were still echoing around the room. Once he’d gotten his voice somewhat under control, he managed to reply, “Y-yes. I'll be good. I’ll try. I’m trying. Please…” 

He began to move; slowly and tentatively lifting himself on Eladio’s cock and then sliding back down. The ache was still there, but the worst was over now that he had the whole thing inside of him. His thighs strained with the effort of his slow, stuttering rhythm. He looked into Lola’s face again, and found it just as vacant as before. Wherever she had retreated to inside her own head, it was eons away. 

The grip Eladio had on his hips tightened and he began to move Nacho like a puppet again, controlling the pace at which he rode him. He kept it slow, for now. Moving Nacho up and down on his cock like some sick parody of a carousel horse on its pole. 

“That’s my good boy,” Eladio groaned, and Nacho wanted to vomit, to spew the bile hot in the back of his throat all over Eladio’s smug face. He was glad that he couldn’t see him, like this. Not that the sight of Lola’s catatonia was particularly comforting. 

Eladio’s hands came up to grasp at his pecs and tug his nipples roughly. “I wish I could see that chest of yours from here, Nachito,” he complained in an exaggerated, pouty tone, “ Tus jodidas tetas! Como una mujer! “  

He was glad that Eladio couldn’t see his face; sure that it had turned red with humiliation at his pecs being compared to a woman’s breasts. Eladio fondled them like they were tits; tugging at his nipples and squeezing his pecs in his thick hands. He grunted and moaned, his breath hot against the back of Nacho’s neck. What a pig. Someone should butcher him like one. 

 “Look at you,” Eladio cooed, “Look at this hot little ass taking my cock so well. Tu culito perfecto…ay, qué hermoso! It looks so good, all red from taking your spanking and bouncing on my cock… Jesus Cristo.” Those grubby paws of his dropped from Nacho’s pecs to squeeze his bruised ass cheeks tightly, making him groan in pain. 

“And those strong thighs! My God, you must be in the gym all the time, eh? Such a strong, pretty boy. You feel so good riding me. I love the way my cock feels inside this perfect, tight, little ass.” He squeezed particularly hard, and Nacho cried out, his bruised skin aching under Eladio’s rough manhandling. 

God, when would this end?? 

It felt like Eladio had been fucking him for years, decades, millenia…A torture with no beginning and no end in sight. 

Nacho continued to sob as Eladio sped up their rhythm, rocking his hips up to spear into him faster and harder. How did he still have any tears left? His throat ached from sobbing and screaming. He wished he could go as flat and blank as Lola. It seemed more peaceful. 

Torturously, Eladio’s cock also hit his prostate better at this angle. And even through the pain, it felt so damn good, Nacho couldn’t help but moan along with his crying. 

He might not be able to see him from this position, but he could hear the smile in Eladio’s voice, when he purred, “Feels good, doesn’t it, Nachito? What do you think? Do you like me fucking  your ass better than you like fucking my whore wife?” 

There was no way in Hell he could be honest, so he lied again.“Yes! God yes! I like it…I like it better when you fuck me.” 

His eyes were closed again, so he didn’t have to see that haunting, vacant look on Lola’s face; didn’t have to see the image of himself riding Eladio’s cock reflected in the black mirrors of her eyes. 

Eladio’s cruel laughter lashed like a whip against Nacho’s back. “You lie so prettily, Nachito. What a good boy. See how polite he is, Lola? You could learn a thing or two from your little boyfriend here! Beg me, Nachito. Beg for Papi’s cock. Beg me to come in your ass.” 

Oh thank God. 

Eladio’s voice was breathy, his groping and thrusting more irregular. It was clear he was on the threshold of orgasm. Finally. 

Nacho swallowed the last atom of his pride and begged, “ Ay, Papi, por favor…Por favor, jódeme! I want your cock, Papi. I want you…want you to come inside of me. Please, Papi, please.” 

And then, to his horror, he broke down into ugly, wrenching tears, his act of sexy pleading collapsing into real begging, “I want…I want…I want Papá! Papá, ayúdame…sálvame!” 

Something about his pathetic cries for his Papá, his real Papá, snapped Lola out of her stupor, and her gaze swiveled to him, her eyes suddenly wide and alert with horror. She lunged forward and threw her arms around his neck, hugging him and kissing his neck sweetly as he sobbed into her hair. 

Lola’s fingernails scraped gently over his buzzed scalp, and she whispered into his ear, “It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay.” 

Her assurances only made him weep harder, and he wrapped his arms around her, burying his face into her breasts, pressing his teary eyes to the steady pulse of her heart. 

“Well isn’t this sweet,” Eladio grunted. And then he came, his semen shooting hot and thick inside of Nacho. He held him down until the aftershocks were over, pressing Nacho’s ass flush to hips. He could feel the thick liquid trickling out of his hole, down onto Eladio’s hips. 

Lola held him through all of it, and Nacho gulped in the sweet scent of her skin. 

After a moment, Eladio seemed to catch his breath. “Alright. I’m done. You can have your toy back, Lola. Now get out of my sight before I really do kill you both.” 

He pulled out, shoving Nacho unceremoniously aside, and stood to zip his pants. Grabbing the bottle of Zafiro Añejo, he stalked out of the room. 

Nacho collapsed into Lola’s arms, allowing her to cradle and rock him like a child. She murmured assurances against his ear in Spanish, but his overwhelmed brain couldn’t process any of her words. The soft, sweet tone of her voice was soothing, though. And eventually the tears and tremors subsided and he lay, wrecked and exhausted, and finally still and quiet, in her arms. 

She petted him like a kitten. After some time, she found his eyes, her gaze now hard and steely. 

“We have to kill him,” she whispered, tracing her finger gently down Nacho’s tear-stained cheek.