Part 5: Big Beef Borito

Based on an idea by NUGGETDANE

Dean stormed into Monty's room. Well, to put it more accurately, he stormed into his hospital room. He couldn't believe that someone would hurt his friend like that. It just didn't fit. The sight of Monty lying on the bed, his two feet up in the air, was so surreal. What was even more surreal was the fact that Monty was smiling!

"Hey, man, how's it hanging?" Monty greeted Dean.

"What the fuck did they do to you?"

"Broke my legs. I don't think I'll be able to walk in those!" Monty winked ad Dean and smiled.

"I'll kill them. I'll fucking kill'em! How'd it happen? Do you know them?"

"Only one." Monty's expression turned serious. "Sit down, Dean. I'll tell you all about it."

Dean sat down as Monty started to tell him the whole story. How he bashed a window of a car. How three Mexicans, including a long time acquaintance of his beat the crap out of him when he tried to get away. How they broke his legs. Monty said he didn't give a rat's ass about the two motherfuckers who broke his legs. He wanted to avenge the guy he knew, the guy who told them to break his legs.

Dean kept staring at him in anger. "I'll get them. They won't get away with something like this!"

As Dean got up to leave Monty yelled towards him: "Don't you think you're blowing it way out of proportion? I've been in a fucking wheelchair for 13 years! I'm already a crippled!"

"I'm telling you, Cuz, we gotta do something about this motherfucker."

Dean was pacing around the room, agitated. He told his cousin all about Monty and the scumfuck who got his legs broken. He knew that his cousin hated Mexicans almost as much as he did.

"Oh, and the icing on the cake! This Manuel guy, back when he was friends with Monty, he tells him he got conceived in Mexico, and his dad smuggled his slut mom over the border when she was pregnant! And he's even proud of it. You get it? He's proud that he was conceived as a human green card!"

"Let me get this straight," Nick said. "Monty and Manuel were friends, then a couple of years ago Manny ratted on Monty because of drug smuggling or whatever, and two days ago Monty broke Manuel's car window."

"That's right." Dean said.

"Well, what the fuck was he waiting for all these years? Why did he break his window only two days ago?"

"It was a coincident." Dean said.

"A coincident?"

"Yeah. He didn't know it was Manuel's car. Manuel and his buddies just happened to walk by when he did it. They beat him up, and broke his legs."

Nick was entirely clueless: "So why'd he throw a rock into the car?"

"It was parked in a handicap spot."

"You're fucking shittin me!" Nick laughed.

"Nah. Monty's big on principle."

That very night Nick Goldstein and Kyle Sweeny were hanging close by to Manuel's neighborhood.

"It's been ages, Sweeny."

"I know, Nick. I know!"

"How's business?"

"You know... Going along. It's a living, you know."

Nick smiled. "Yeah, a living." Kyle smiled as well.

"Oh, by the way," Nick remembered, "You got the piece?"

"Don't worry, I got it right here." Kyle reassured him. "So what's up with James? Isn't it already the end of the fucking school year? He's the one planning the visit on Goldman, right? What's up with that? Is he waiting until she's too old to fuck?"

"I don't know man. It's his operation. Whenever he wants. Frankly, I don't give a fuck anymore. Pussies are everywhere. You should know."

"Me?" Kyle said in surprise. "I didn't forget that little job you did in the Western Wall. That was fucking brilliant!"

"Keep your voice down!" Nick demanded. "And it wasn't me!"

"Whatever you say, man!"

An old beat up station wagon approached them.

"Okay." Nick said. "Here he is."

Nick got in the back. Kyle sat next to Dean.

"Dean, this is Kyle. Kyle, Dean!"

Dean turned to Kyle and extended his hand.

"Dean, we don't have time for this."

Dean looked at his cousin in surprise. Who does this little brat think he is?

Dean looked at Nick and then at Kyle. They both just stared back. They had the exact same look in their eyes. Sort of an empty look, yet not quite. Dean couldn't put his finger on that. He decided not to say anything, and drove off.

They started going towards the house. Dean was the only one who knew the address. The car was arranged for them by one of Kyle's friends, and Dean picked it off in a specific spot they set. This way, if any eyewitness would recall seeing the car after tonight, it would not be traced back to them.

"Okay..." Dean said as he pointed to a pathetic looking house. "If I remember correctly, that's Manuel's parents' house!"

"Parents?" Kyle asked.

"Oh, don't worry." Dean said. "The dad is in prison, and the mom is a fucking junky. She's living in the streets or something. Piece of cake!" He turned to Nick, who was sitting in the back, behind him and Kyle. "You got the masks?"

"We don't need any masks." Nick said as he got out of the car.

"What? No masks?" Dean was speechless. He told him what they needed, and after all, he did his share with the car.

"Hey, man, either you're with us, or against us." Kyle said to Dean as he got out and followed Nick.

"Oh, shit... Dean mumbled to himself." Nick always had a way of taking the leadership on to himself. Doesn't matter what the circumstances were, and who came with the original idea. And there was nothing anyone could do about it.

Nick walked up to the house and opened a partially torn screen door. Kyle held it. Nick was satisfied that he didn't have to tell him to do so. Everyone who Nick knew, including James and Mike, obeyed his instructions. But with Kyle it was a different story. He rarely needed any instruction.

Nick knocked on the next door, a wooden door, gently. He waited for less than a second and then started pounding on it. "Open up, Manny! I know you're in there!"

The door started to unlock. Nick stood there, feeling nothing but an almost nonexistent sting in his heart that others might define as excitement or some sort of emotion. Eventually the door opened partially, but was still hooked with a chain. A quite short person opened it. It took Nick a second to realize that the fucking spic who opened the door was in fact a young girl. He immediately switched from "tough guy" mode to "gentleman" mode. He aimed his famous smile towards the intended target: "Hello!"

"Hello." The target smiled, somewhat embarrassed.

"I need to see Manny, is he home?"

"No, he went out. Who are you?"

So far so good. At least he had verification that this was the right house. "When are you expecting him back?"

"I dunno. He pretty much does what he wants."

"Um, I'm sorry, who are you?"

"His sister."

"Well, Manny never told me he had such a beautiful sister." Nick turned to Dean, as if to emphasize that he should have known about this extra family member.

Dean, who'd been standing behind Nick the entire time, rolled his eyes. This girl was probably 13. 15 tops! And she was probably suspicious by nature, living in such a fucked up family in a fucked up neighborhood. Now Nick is trying to show off by flirting with her? He always had something to prove, that one. What the fuck was he thinking?

"What do you want? He'll be back later!" The girl said nervously.

Nick smiled again: "Listen, I owe your brother some money. Today is the last day. I need to give it back pronto!" The girl stared at him.

"Immediately, please! He'll be pissed if he won't get it today. He told me he'll be here. I don't know what to tell you. I MUST give it to him here, today! Can I please wait inside? Have a heart!"

The girl looked at the three young men. The one talking to her seemed nice, handsome, clean cut. The one behind him, who was the oldest of the bunch, looked the same, only there was something off with him. Like he was tense. The one holding the screen door wasn't as clean cut. His eyes ran to the sides constantly, as if he was expecting something. The only thing that gave her sense of security was the confidence shown by the one who spoke to her. No white guy who comes to this neighborhood has that confidence, so he had to be telling the truth about wanting to meet with her brother. Manny would be angry if he'd hear she asked them to leave. Reluctantly she closed the door, unhooked the chain, and let the three in.

The house was a dump, but Nick didn't even look at it. He looked at the girl, who was barefoot, wearing a T-Shirt and shorts. "What's your name?" He asked.

"Kate."

"Nice to meet you, Kate."

Kyle got in front of the TV and sat down on a torn couch that looked more like a big puffy rag. He grabbed an open bag of chips that was on the table and dug in. The girl was probably eating it, watching TV, as they barged into her life. Kyle looked at the girl. "You don't mind, do you?"

"No." She said, still standing by the door, locking it.

Nick looked at his friend and then at her. "You have to forgive my friend. Manners are not his strong side." It didn't appear that Kyle has heard him. If he did, he didn't care.

All this time Dean remained standing, looking at the situation. He fucking hates those minorities. The blacks who lived in this country for centuries were one thing. They didn't have a saying on what country they'll be living in the first place. But those fucking illegal motherfuckers! That just boiled his blood! He wanted to get this scumfuck Manuel so bad. Those motherfuckers, coming to this country only to rape women, do drugs, and break the bones of crippled men! Monty was hit by a car when he was in the 6th grade, and had special needs ever since. He suffered much more than he deserved. Now this Manuel piece of shit has got to pay. The line has to be drawn!

"Nick, can I talk to you for a minute?"

Dean pulled Nick aside by the sleeve. Nick glanced at Katie (he thought that name fits better than Kate) and saw that she went to sit next to Kyle. That oughta be interesting.

Nick went aside with Dean. "What's up, man?"

"Listen, Nick. I think maybe you and Kyle should go. I'll deal with that bitch myself, and her bro." Dean knew Nick wouldn't go for what he had in mind. Nick was always putting on a tough guy act with him, but Dean was certain it was just an act. The gentle Nick, the one most people got to see, that was the real Nick. Dean didn't expect to see a cute little girl in that house. Now he was hard and wanted to fuck her. He knew she wouldn't want it, but who cares? She's Manuel's sister!

"Dean, this one's for Monty, man! Whatever you wanna do, we're gonna follow you, no matter what. I don't give a fuck if you wanna rape this girl. Okay? I don't. If you wanna do it, me and Kyle are with you. This fuck Manuel deserves whatever he gets!"

Dean was shocked. He didn't know what to say. How did Nick know? Did he notice the bulge in his pants? "Oh... Well... Nick... If you think we should do this, I'm with you. It's a good idea, to hurt this bitch in whatever way we can."

Nick smiled and turned to Kyle. "Kyle, we're starting an operation! Grab the girl!"

Kyle threw the bag of chips on the table and grabbed the girl, getting on top of her, holding her wrists in both hands.

"Wait!" Kate yelled. "What are you doing?"

Nick went towards her and punched her face. Dean couldn't believe at how casually he did it. This was not the Nick he grew up with!

Nick grabbed on her hair and pulled it. "Now listen to me, bitch! Any one of us is a hell of a lot stronger than you, got that? If one of us wants to force you to do something, you'll do it. Imagine fighting the three of us!"

"Please, let me go!"

BAM! Another punch. "You're not listening to me, bitch! We are gonna fuck you, and you will not resist! You see my friend here? Your bro hurt a person he loves, so we'll hurt a person your bro loves. YOU!"

"No, please! I didn't do anything!" Nick raised his fist again. The girl begged: "Please, no more!"

Nick smiled. "Are you a virgin?"

"Yes!"

Nick and Kyle looked at each other and smiled. Nick turned to Dean. He could see the look of shock on his face. Dean couldn't believe his eyes. It was not his world. It was not Nick's world. What were they doing in there?

"Deanno, you wanna break her in? Monty's your friend. You should go first!"

"Thanks for using my name, asshole!" Dean said, still just standing there, looking at the situation.

"Look, buddy, you want her cherry or what?" Kyle asked.

"Please, don't do this to me." Kate cried. But Nick and Kyle laughed. She couldn't believe anyone would think it's funny. She wondered if her own brother did things like that to girls when he was out.

Dean hesitated. "No, I'm okay." Only minutes ago he considered raping her himself. But it was different with those two present. Especially due to how casual they were behaving. As if rape was a natural function for them.

"Okay then!" Nick said. "Katie, you want me to spare your pussy?"

"Yes, please! Don't do it!"

"Okay, I'll fuck your ass instead!"

"NO!"

Nick was quick to grab her mouth. He whispered in her ear: "No choice, slut! One more scream and I'll cut your vocal cords!"

Nick nodded to Kyle and both of them took the girl off the couch and got her to lean on the arm of the couch with her feet dangling inches from the floor. As Kyle held his knees on her back, Nick started taking off her shorts and panties, letting them slide down to the floor.

Nick opened his belt and let his pants and underpants down.

"Oh, I forgot the lubrication!" He said.

"Don't worry, she'll bleed. That'll lubricate her good!" It was Dean, not Kyle, who said that. Nick looked at him. He now had a vengeful look in his eyes, and Nick knew he's in.

"Fuck her ass, Nick!"

Nick smiled and gently rubbed his cock against her crack. Kyle felt the vibes from her back as she cried. Then Nick stormed in! She moaned and buried her face into the couch. "Yeah, bitch!" Kyle cheered. "Harder, man! Harder! Let her have your big beef borito!"

Nick laughed and kept on roaming his cock. He wasn't quite in, but he was getting there. He kept on ramming his cock until he finally got all the way in, expanding her little teen anus. He felt as he was under a spell. He barely even heard her squeal. Dean and Kyle, however, heard it well and burst into laughter.

Kyle got his knee off the girl's back and put his foot on her head, squeezing it against the couch. He took out a cigarette and lit it. "You want one?" He asked Dean.

"Don't mind if I do."

After lighting Dean a cigarette, Kyle sat on the other arm of the couch, putting his foot in front of the girl's head. He gestured Dean, who knew exactly what he wanted. Dean grabbed the girl's hair and lifted her head. She was obviously in unimaginable pain. "Lick my friend's soul, cunt! Do it!"

She didn't move.

Nick said: "Dean, hand me that cig." Once he got the cigarette from Dean, Nick put the cigarette out on the girl's back. Dean was quick to shove her face back to the couch so no one could hear her squeal. "That's right, squeal like the pig you are, you fucking spic pig!"

Kyle grabbed her left arm and started to bite on it. When he was done he pulled it hard and put his shoe in front of her face again. Dean was about to grab her hair, in order to force her to lick Kyle's soul, but to his disappointment she was now compliant, and started licking the shoe herself.

Nick laughed as he saw her licking the soul. He looked at Kyle, and then at Dean. They both smiled at him. Although he was the only one fucking her, he felt as if they are enjoying themselves more than he does. Maybe they do. It pissed him off. He took his anger out on Katie's anus as he continued to thrust. He punched her on the side with his left hand. She moaned and coughed. He punched her at the exact same spot one more time.

Kyle grabbed the girl's hair and got closer to her, putting her face in his crouch as he let his cock out. He made Katie hold it with her hand. "You feel this slut? Now start jerking me off!"

"I don't know how!" She cried.

"Okay!" Kyle said. As he held her by the hair he forced her mouth on his cock.

Dean grabbed his hand.

"Buddy, I wanna kiss her. Don't dirty up that mouth!"

"Fuck off! I want her mouth on my cock!"

As Kyle put her mouth on his cock she started gagging. The pain in her ass was overwhelming. She couldn't focus on anything else, even breathing. She did not prepare herself for the cock that was jammed in her throat.

Kyle looked directly at Dean as he put his hand on the back of Katie's head and pushed it further. He wanted him to know they were in charge, him and Nick. And that and that Dean, the amateur, was here only because of Nick.

Hearing her gag turned Nick on further and he started thrusting as hard and fast as possible, feeling he was close now. The girl thrashed and fought and started to scratch Kyle's legs and arm. Dean punched her back and then pressed with his finger on the spot that was burned. She made one enormous pig squeal, filled with anger and pain, but mostly horror. Then she stopped fighting.

Nick came and rammed twice more. Then he took his cock out, watching his seed oozing out of the newly widened hole. He smacked on the girl's ass. "Again, Dean, you want her pussy?"

Dean looked at Nick straight forward. In the past few minutes he learned more about the world than he has ever learned in two and a half decades on the face of the planet. He realized that there is no justice and no real retaliation against evil. A lightning didn't strike them when they raped her, and a SWAT team did not storm in to arrest them. There was Anarchy, and they all stewed in it. There was always anarchy, since the big bang. He finally understood the joke.

"Yeah, I'm opening her up!"

Kyle looked up at Nick with disappointment. He hoped to be the first one on this virgin, but whatever. He had cherries before and he'll have them again!

Kyle got her face away from him as she breathed heavily. He got up. Nick spat on her and got his pants up.

Dean realized it was his cue and approached her. He gently stroked her hair.

"Are you gonna do it today, buddy?" Kyle asked. Dean looked at him in anger.

"Fuck off!" Dean said.

"Kyle, shut the fuck up!" Nick ordered. "The only reason you're here is because I handpicked you!" Actually, he thought, the only reason both he and Kyle were there was because Dean came to him first, but Nick figured he shouldn't dwell on the trivial details.

Dean slowly turned her on her back.

"Please... No more!" She said in between gasps.

Dean pushed her to the floor and rolled her on her back again. He got down and unzipped his pants.

"Dude, it'll be more convenient if you role your pants down." Nick said.

"I'm doing just fine!" Dean insisted. The truth was that he didn't feel comfortable having his ass exposed with those two behind him.

"Whatever. Have fun!

Dean spread the girl's legs and dived in. She moaned in pain and started crying. He heard Nick and Kyle behind him walking away. For a brief moment he wondered if the spic had Aids, but then figured probably not. She was a virgin in both holes before they came by, obviously, and looked like a good girl. No needle marks on her arms.

He went on fucking her and kept looking at her face. It was faced to her right, and her eyes were shut. She kept moaning and crying as he kept on roaming inside her. He tore her cherry fast enough. At that moment she cried harder.

Nick was seated on the couch he spread Katie on before, and Kyle was seated on another. They both ate chips as they watched the show.

Nick liked watching her pain, but it was not really exciting. It was like watching a rerun of a favorite scene on a great TV show for the tenth time. "Hmmm... Nice. Okay, we'll be in the kitchen. We'll be right back. Just howl us if you need anything."

"Don't worry, Nick." Dean smiled. "I'll make her howl!"

As they were left alone, Dean grabbed on the girl's face and forced her to look at him.

"If you tell anyone I will fucking kill you, slut!"

"I won't tell anyone! Let me go! Please!"

He punched her in the stomach. To his surprise, it felt like the most natural thing in the world.

He kept on ramming inside her pussy, enjoying her moans of pain.

"Please! Please! I can't! I can't!"

Then she started mumbling some shit in Spanish. Dean realized it was probably a prayer. It just sounded like one. From the next room he heard Kyle and Nick talking and laughing. He started laughing himself. If anyone had told him a week ago that he would be lying on top of a Mexican bitch in revenge for someone breaking the legs of his crippled friend, he would have accused them of an overactive imagination. But this little pussy was real. It was real, and it was tight! And hopefully, it'll be bleeding real bad!

He grabbed her nipples with the thumb and forefinger of both hands and started playing with them. He felt they were hard already. She grabbed his wrists and looked at him with wide, fearful eyes. "No, not my nipples, please! I'll do anything you want. I'll suck your cock so good." She saw the smile on Dean's face as she begged him. She hated him, but there was nothing she planned to do about it. She knew how pathetic she looked, looking straight into his eyes, begging not only with her words, but with her eyes. Dean suddenly had a wider smile, and she felt enormous pain in both nipples as he twisted them. She did not want to scream, she stopped herself, forced herself to be completely silent. But what came out of her throat was a long groan of agony.

Dean took his time, pinching and twisting the nipples further, making the groan last longer. He felt her little hands squeezing on his wrists. It made him hornier and he thrust harder. Once the groan seceded and her grip on his wrists loosened, he grabbed the girl's head and bashed the back of her head against the floor just for fun.

That was when he heard unexplained noises from the kitchen. A thump, as if something very heavy has fallen. He turned his head in surprise.

Seconds later the door opened.

Nestor was walking around with his homey, Matador. They had a real hot date that evening with two really hot girls. Really young girls. At the last minute, they realized they forgot to get the beer, and by the time they got to the store it was already closed. They wanted to get the girls drunk so they'll let their guard down. They could have given them angel dust, but these girls weren't THAT hot, and they didn't want to waste their stuff on them. Beer would do. But since the store was closed, and this dumbass Matador was the one who fucked up, they went to his house to get the beer.

As they were just outside of the house, Nestor followed Matador to the kitchen door. Matador unlocked it and entered. Nestor followed. To his surprise, there were two white guys sitting in Matador's kitchen, DRINKING THE FUCKING BEER!!!

The two Latinos looked at the two white guys with surprise. The two whites stared back. Nestor put his hand in his jacket and grabbed on his berretta.