HECTOR, THE LEGIONARY ---- THIRTEEN

We’re fucked, man. We’re truly fucked..... I don’t know how we got to this. We let ourselves get tied up like two trusting little lambs. We’re fucking idiots, man! Carlos said quietly to Héctor.

Huuuuuummmmmm! He was able to hear what he imagined would be an affirmation, but he understood nothing.

You don’t need to answer me, man, he said to his fellow sufferer. “Mostly because you’re moving your mouth and you’re biting my balls with your teeth...” “Ow, don’t be a faggot! he exclaimed when he felt an intentional bite on his private parts.

While the two of them were having this conversation, Salvador kept proclaiming to the four winds that the auction was open and that the bidders could come down to inspect the merchandise.

Within a few minutes both Carlos and Héctor noticed hands all over their anatomy. Moving the hooks that kept them ass-fucked, in their asses, backs, chests....

Shortly after, Héctor noticed how they were pulling Carlos’s cock out of his mouth..... Holy shit, fuck....! were his first words when they raised him up onto the sawhorse.

Both studs were changed in position and forced to bend over on themselves. Once in that position, and after being completely immobilized, they heard Salvador offering their asses.

This is getting worse, man! Héctor managed to say, still with aching jaws, and added, “after the groping they gave us all over, now they’re going for our assholes.”

Man, I don’t know how we’re going to get out of this, but we’ll have to do something, Carlos replied. They don’t train us for this in practice, man.

They couldn’t continue because both of them immediately felt the pressure of two thick cocks that anally deflowered them, without any prior preparation at all.

They felt them going in and out, and how they finally came inside them, giving way to another guy waiting his turn. Like that for several endless hours that felt eternal to them.

And after their asses, some bidders made use of their mouths.

Try whatever you like, gentlemen, try!

Gentlemen, he says, this faggot! These beasts are anything but gentlemen, kid! Héctor managed to say between cock and cock.

Carlos didn’t answer him. He only let out a guttural sound, which made him assume that his mouth was occupied.

Finally, things began to calm down and the pace slowed.

It seemed that that feast in which they were the main course was coming to an end.....

That’s what it seemed until they heard Salvador chatting with several companions, giving them instructions. Precise instructions on how they should position them. Instructions about some crates and where to move them.....

Man, I think this is getting worse! Carlos managed to say in a hoarse voice.

TO BE CONTINUED...........