Domesticating the Güicho 5

As expected, Güicho didn't change a thing.

"The bosses told me to go to the pawnshop to see how much we need to pay to get back what you pawned," I told my cousin the next day. He walked around the room naked with a cynical smile on his face and scars on his back.

"Cousin, relax, I'll take care of it, don't worry. I promise to return everything in a week," he said. I didn't believe him, but I thought maybe he was friends with the pawnshop owner and could work out a deal, so I let it go.

I spent my time taking care of him, checking his things, and secretly supervising his movements. That's how I found out that all those who used him sexually before his thefts were discovered had called him back: Don Edgar, Don Felipe, Don Mauro, Don Valentín, even the damn university guys who beat us called him three times a week to suck them off.

Five days have passed since our punishment. It's Sunday, and Don Valentín asks us to go to his office in the city center to paint the walls. This type of work represents extra income that I consider very necessary to pay off all the debts we owe to the tenants.

I forced Güicho to come with me to do the job. He reluctantly agreed. Don Valentín drove us in his car, dressed in a football uniform, and explained that he would leave us painting and go play, and that's what he did.

After properly covering all the furniture with large plastics to avoid staining, we started painting the walls. I don't know how, but the conversation turned to his years in prison.

"Cousin," he said excitedly during the conversation, "you met me when we were in the village, I was a real bastard, I screwed all the old ladies. I think I even screwed your girlfriend and Juanito's girlfriend." I turned to look at him with hatred.

"Yeah, bastard," I said, "you didn't screw just one, you screwed two of my girlfriends." I kept painting without looking at Güicho's reaction.

"Since I arrived at prison, I tried to make friends, but no one wanted me and they all told me to fuck off. They didn't speak to me, it was shit... the first evening I was in the bathrooms and suddenly the room emptied in seconds, and some white guys came in to beat the crap out of me... and every day was the same, the few guys who spoke to me warned me that if I complained, they would hit me even worse.

"Bastard, they beat me every day, once they even entered my cell and my white roommate was the biggest asshole of all.

"Since I was threatened that if I said anything, it would get worse, I ended up agreeing that it was a fight I had provoked, and they sent me to isolation for several days... It was a real hell.

"One day, a young black kid approached me, with very fine features and slightly effeminate. I had to hold back from hitting him when he suggested that if I accepted being the bitch of one of the prison leaders, he could protect me.

"The beatings continued. One day when I came back from isolation, I told the kid, his name was Sifo - 'bastard, I can fight, make me the test, I can be one of your soldiers. Why do you want me as your bitch?' Sifo told me he would ask, and the next day he returned to tell me that since I was Mexican, they would only accept me if I let them all fuck me.

"That day, four white guys arrived when I was cleaning the dining hall floor. They came out of nowhere, cousin, you should have seen it. There were supposed to be police officers, but suddenly there was no one guarding, and although there were cameras, they seemed to stop working when they beat me.

"These bastards approached me to beat me again, but then four black buddies arrived. I thought there would be a mess, but the whites kind of backed off and left... Sifo approached me later and said - 'it's up to you whether what happened today will happen every day until they stop messing with you.' I couldn't take it anymore, cousin... I was scared, any bad hit and they would have left me in bad shape.

"Well, I didn't ask for it, pal," I told Sifo, "tell that bastard I accept."

Sifo's boss was called... or is still called because he's still locked up... Hakim; just his name alone was scary in the prison... he's about fifty years old, back then he was forty... you couldn't just approach him, Sifo made me accompany him to his cell.

At the entrance of the cell, two of his strong, big black men stopped me, ordered me to undress, I took off my coveralls, they checked my underwear to make sure I didn't have anything to harm their boss.

Walking between several men in my briefs, all black, I swear, cousin, I still had the air of a tough guy, even though I was beaten every day... but being among them made me feel small.

They all looked at me with tough guy faces, smelling of sweat and weed... the atmosphere was so tense inside, it was hard to breathe.

Hakim stood at the back, a man with very short hair and a full beard, very white eyes, and copper-colored skin... strong, with very wide chest and slightly bulging abdomen. He smiled with a strange benevolent, almost friendly attitude. It was hard to think that I was facing a guy who had done all sorts of messed up stuff.

- "Hakim, this is Luis, he says he accepts your proposal," Sifo said behind me. I stood still in front of him with my hands covering my genitals because even though I wore briefs, I felt vulnerable and naked.

Hakim interrupted him - "I know who he is," he told Sifo without taking his eyes off me. It was hard to maintain eye contact with him, but I didn't want to appear submissive, I knew that how I behaved from that moment on would determine the treatment he would give me going forward.

That guy didn't say anything else, staring at me, he pulled down his pants and briefs to mid-thigh. I didn't look down, I kept looking into Hakim's eyes until he opened his arms as if urging me to hurry. So I knelt down... it was so intense, cousin, I still feel like I'm on my knees since that day.

Kneeling down, I saw it, I heard that blacks have big ones but damn cousin, I thought it was a joke. It was so thick, stood up, and had a pronounced curve to the left.

I advanced a few millimeters on my knees and took it in my mouth... I'll never forget that sweat: salty, prison, pee... manly... it was the first time I put a dick in my mouth and, with all due respect, when you sucked Don Pepe you looked like an idiot because you had never done it before, but I had only one chance to please my new owner... I wanted him to accept me, the worst thing that could happen was that he told me I sucked horribly and forget about the deal.

Due to the curved shape and thickness, it was damn hard to swallow, it felt like I wasn't even halfway done and I moved my head back and forth stupidly not knowing what I was doing... what scared me the most was he might feel my teeth and knock them out with one blow.

But Hakim was a good person, he held my head and began thrusting it in and out, very gently, like... like a damn gentleman, cousin, even though I felt humiliated from the very first moment, I felt he cared for me.

He caressed my chin and cheeks while gradually pushing it further in, I tried to hold it with my hands, but Hakim forcefully took them away - "No hands, bitch... no hands" he said. That means "without hands, bitch," but he didn't call me bitch as if I were a street whore, no cousin, he said it even affectionately...

The rest of his Gang were behind me watching, not saying or doing anything, I occasionally looked at them and could see they looked at me with some disdain but they respected me because I was their boss's bitch.

Hakim said something to them in English that I didn't understand, and they all left, leaving us alone. He lifted me by the arms and made me stand up, turned me around, and with his huge hands tore my briefs apart. Damn cousin, when he ripped them I felt like he was deflowering me, my Alpha had taken away everything that protected me, I was all his.

He pushed my back with one hand, I bent over, cousin, I couldn't believe it, I, a son of a bitch, the biggest asshole in town was bent over for a black guy.

He made me put my hands against the bunk bed and he spat on my butt... I thought he would use some lubricant, a cream, I don't know, those bastards had all kinds of contraband... when I felt his gigantic head in my little butthole, I realized all I would have was spit, I closed my eyes and felt him thrusting in, cousin, he literally drilled into me!

I was afraid to scream because, damn, it was prison, you had to endure it quietly. I clenched my teeth and moaned as softly as I could, with tear-filled eyes from the pure pain... I thought it would never go in but damn, the guy managed to get it all in... I feared shitting myself... because that's how it felt... burning and feeling like you're being stripped of your manhood and made into a little girl... I felt that way, his little woman... his bitch... his slave...

He kept pushing in despite my merciless cries, he pushed me a bit forward and stopped me with his thick hands holding onto my waist...

Since I couldn't stop crying, he put pieces of my briefs in my mouth, and kept thrusting until it was all in and I could feel his hairy balls outside my anus... then, cousin... ufff... I tell you and I get turned on... he started fucking me slow at first, my anus stopped burning and I started feeling many things, an urge to pee, in fact, I think I peed a little, then tickles, nerves, pain, pleasure, arggg, he kept thrusting harder and harder until it really felt like a damn machine gun... the briefs in my mouth were soaked, dripping saliva... he hammered me until suddenly I heard him groan vigorously and he began biting my ear, he bit so hard I felt he was tearing it off, I screamed in pain and from whatever was happening in my ass and then I felt warm... exquisite, I clearly felt him swell and ejaculate... every time he released, he groaned louder and louder...

He took it out and lay on the bed, pulled my balls to make me kneel and suck it clean again, I sucked it until it was spotless...

My life changed that day. Sifo spoke Spanish so he relayed all of Hakim's orders to me. To start with, I stopped wearing briefs; that way when Hakim wanted to use me, I was available. If we were in the courtyard, Sifo and I always had to sit on the floor, it was our place as the group's bitches. When it was hot, we had to be shirtless, someone from outside might not notice but everyone in prison knew that the two of us who didn't cover our chests were Hakim's bitches.

Sifo managed to get us lubricants to sell, and both of us always had our asses oiled and ready whenever it was needed... but nobody ever laid a hand on me again, and even though they all looked and laughed at me, at least they didn't hit me anymore.

There were some privileges as being the leader's bitch: I had the respect of everyone, Hakim let me eat what came from outside and other small luxuries, but Sifo warned me that Hakim would get tired and occasionally the same thing that happened to him would happen to me, that although Hakim used him occasionally, he had been demoted as the bitch of the whole group...