They drove through the Mule Pass tunnel to find a camper-van was stopped on the left side of the road, by a shed. The Sheriff had the honey wagon pull up beside it, the doors facing the camper and away from the main road, and he got out. He knocked on the door for Room 1 and went in.
This room had Juan, Tomas and Oscar in it, all lying on the fold-out couch, atop each other. All unconscious. Limbs crisscrossing each other. Elias had his phone out and was taking photos. It was obvious from the bulge in his jeans he wasn’t wearing undies and would love to alleviate some inner tensions using one of the young men.
Or all...depending on his reputation for stamina.
The Sheriff stopped and smirked. “That’s a pretty picture,” he sneered. “Been playin’ ‘round?”
“Little,” said Elias, smacking his erection. It shifted, happily.
“These three gotta go back untouched.”
Elias smirked and cooed, “But they been touched, a lot.”
The Sheriff snarled. “Have you fucked ‘em? I fuckin’ told you not to fuckin’ fuck any of ‘em till I gave the okay!”
Elias’s smirk vanished. “No, sir. Just arranged ‘em all on the bed. Couple different ways. Felt ‘em up as I did it, sure, nothin’ more. An’ they do feel nice. Solid. Strong. Like this chico I took, day before I made parole.”
“Okay,” said the Sheriff, calming down. “You give ‘em the GBH?”
Elias nodded. “Pretty one caught on and fought me. Had to force it down him. That was fun. Reminded me of this hot-shit trash motherfucker at Matagorda. Thought he was too white to get fucked by a black man. Proved him wrong...several times...”
“Aw, cut that shit out,” the Sheriff snarled. “These three’re goin’ in that camper van. I’ll send a guy in to...”
“Don’t need no help.” And his smirk was back.
“Fine. But you don’t do jack shit with a damn thing more than your hands on ‘em, got me?”
Elias nodded and shifted Oscar off Juan, his fingers dancing across Oscar’s dick in coy little moves.
“This how you fucked men in prison?” the Sheriff asked, wary.
Elias picked Juan up and kissed his left tit, then said, “Didn’t have no drugs...no posse, to start...so used a choke hold. Made things lots quieter.”
“Any of them die or...or say they can’t breathe?”
“Watch it, motherfucker,” Elias snarled, sending the Sheriff the coldest glare ever. “An’ since when do I give a fuck what a fuckin’ white guy says or does?” Then he smiled and added, “In prison.”
The Sheriff sighed and exited then held the door open as Elias carried Juan outside and to the back of the camper.
Next came Room 2. That held Rueben, who was naked, bound with his arms behind him and gagged. Oren was watching Walt hold Reuben’s dick in his hand as the Sheriff entered. Even a quick glance said it was fair-sized and nicely shaped, with a hint of saliva on it from having been sucked. Its foreskin was just visible. Reuben’s eyes held absolute fury.
“Boys...” the Sheriff said, a jokey warning in his voice. Since both guys were fully dressed, he didn’t feel the need for more than that.
“You should’ve seen it two minutes ago,” Walt said. “But all I done is edge him. No cum, yet.”
The Sheriff checked Reuben over, ignoring the man’s angry grunts and squirming attempts to avoid him. Smooth muscles in a nice form on his body. Softer than the others, and rounder, overall. Hair where there should be. And a tattoo on his left hip...one the Sheriff recognized.
“He was in Matagorda,” he said. “In the States.”
“Elias knew him,” said Oren, smirking. “The look he gave this guy...”
“Wouldn’t be surprised,” said Walt. “He likes what I’m doin’. Wants us to think he don’t, but he got hard, damn quick.” Then he juggled Reuben’s balls, chuckling to the guy’s furious howl.
“Loves gettin’ a blow job almost as much as you love givin’ ‘em.” Oren then smirked at the Sheriff, adding, “My bet is, he thought his pretty mouth’d keep his ass safe, but if I know Elias...”
“Nothin’ wrong with fuckin’...or suckin’,” said Walt. Then he dove in on Reuben’s dick, making the guy squirm and groan from the sharp, sudden pleasure of it.
The Sheriff focused on Walt to say, “Y’know, we’re gonna want at least two cum shots out of him.”
Walt stopped sucking long enough to say, “I ever let you down?” before plunging back onto Reuben.
“You said we’ve got ‘em till Friday, right?” Oren asked, wary.
The Sheriff nodded. “This guy and his buddy fucked everything up, so all you boys get to have your fun.”
Oren smiled and said, “We like that.”
Walt pulled back, leaving Reuben’s dick quivering, and chuckled, adding, “In prison, he’d take ‘em when I was done with ‘em and show ‘em what fuckin’s all about. Real tag team shit.”
“They were ours, after that.” He stepped closer to the Sheriff, eager. “Is the little guy the other one?”
The Sheriff shook his head. “You’ll see which.”
“Don’t really matter. I just like to keep little Jews like him for days. And days...”
“He’s Muslim.”
“Oh.” Oren frowned, suddenly confused. “They got the same kind of dicks as Jews?”
The Sheriff snorted and exited. Man...sometimes he despaired for American education.
In Room 3 he found Theo lying on the bed, wrapped in a towel, bound and gagged and also blindfolded. And conscious. Jude was seated next to him, wrapped in a towel that barely covered him, showing off smooth, solid muscles and hairless arms...and he was reading.
The Sheriff raised an eyebrow. “You think you’re foolin’ me with that book?”
Jude held it up to reveal it was a cookbook...for crock pots.
“I’m hungry,” he said, “so started up a pot in the shower.”
“You brought a fuckin’ crock pot with you?”
“It was already in the room. As was this volume, and there were veggies in the fridge. Strapped it down. Should be done in an hour. There’s even bread to go with it.”
“Shit...make a list of what you used and clean the pot, when you’re done. I gotta replenish it. What about the boy?”
He did not use that word about Theo lightly. His trim body and smaller stature than the other guys was one reason for the Sheriff to see him like that, as was his young face.
“I washed him,” Jude sighed. “Oh-so-slowly. Oh-so-completely. Oh-so-carefully. In ways that caused me extreme pleasure.” He ran his fingers over Theo’s nipples, making the boy cringe. “Too bad he’s not available. He’s exactly what I’d have kept when inside. Especially due to this.” He lifted Theo’s towel to show off his lovely dick. “He grows quite nicely, and his tush is the epitome of the word.”
“You want a bonus? He stays a virgin.”
“I don’t know...I mean, sex is a powerful incentive...” he started, then saw the Sheriff’s glowering expression and quickly added, “...but money is so much stronger.”
“Keep it that way.”
Room 4 had Emilio lying naked on the bed, his hands bound above him, his ankles bound to its foot. He was awake and gagged. Kilo and Sinder were in the room, both in just their briefs and a couple of very obvious erections pressing against their undies. The Sheriff noticed Emilio’s nice-looking dick was halfway erect and gleaming, probably from saliva. The horror in his eyes confirmed the Sheriff’s suspicions.
“God, you boys’re all jumpin’ the gun, here,” he snarled.
“Jus’ primin’ the pump,” said Kilo as he fondled himself.
“Don’t get carried away,” the Sheriff chuckled. “Your buddies might not appreciate it.”
“So he is one we get?” asked Sinder, like a happy puppy.
“So long as you don’t get too much too soon.”
“Can we at least take the gag out?”
“Mouth don’t matter none,” added Kilo.
The Sheriff huffed. “If you wanna risk it.”
The two men giggled and grabbed at each other, Sinder saying, “Then we can give him another shower.”
“Might be hot water, this time.”
“That works lots better.”
The Sheriff grimaced and exited. This was something he did not need to know about.
He saw the camper van was running and waiting, so he went to the back door, opened it, and looked inside to see Oscar, Juan and Tómas lying on the couches as if they were sleeping. All were covered with light blankets to hide their bindings and nakedness. The Sheriff closed the door, went up to the woman who was driving and said, “Take ‘em through Naco. I got it set up, there. You know where to go, after that, nice and easy. AC to the max. These guys didn’t do nothin’ to warrant this happenin’ to ‘em. I’ll let the Mayor know they’re comin’...but I want you to give the bastard another message from me, face-to-face. He got lucky, this time. As for the other two...they’ll be brought down, once the boys’re done. How he handles it is up to him.”
She frowned. “I hear one of ‘em’s his son-in-law.”
The Sheriff snorted. “Well...if he wants us to keep him longer, all he’s gotta do is ask. But if he wants him sooner? He can fuck off. It’s his own goddamn fault this shit came down. He should’ve told Hunter no when he started his greedy-assed little dance. Go down for one guy an’ come back with seven? That’s total bullshit. But I’ll handle Hunter. And I can guarantee you one thing...that son-in-law and his fuckin’ cousin ain’t gonna do jack shit like this, again. I’ll send him links to the videos.”
She smirked. “Can I see ‘em?”
The Sheriff laughed. “Crazy ass bitch. I ever said no to you?”
She giggled with delight and they fist-bumped, then she put the camper in gear and drove through the tunnel.
The Sheriff got back into the honey wagon and they continued on up the road.
