Esteban lay on his bed. The coke and tequila from the party buzzed in his head. He couldn't sleep. Through the open windows he heard the laughter and moans of the jefe and his women. Jefe had offered him a woman but Esteban laughed and said he needed to save his strength. Jefe had laughed too. Tomorrow then, he had said.
Esteban didn't want a woman. He could still feel the body of the boy he had held. He remembered the feel of the boy's cock through his shorts, pumping a load as he watched his friend killed.
Esteban imagined the two of them, the boy and his friend, alive, lying together, their arms around each other, naked bodies pressed tight. He stroked his own cock as he lay naked on the sheets.
The dead boy had been hot. And tasty too, Esteban thought, remembering dinner. But there was something about the one he had held. He wished the boy could be his lover. He wished the boy was lying beside him in the bed now, instead of tied up in the basement cell. But that could never be. Not here. Not with what Esteban was now. So tomorrow Esteban would make the boy into meat. And he would finally be one of the cartel.*
He worried though. He didn't want the boy to hurt. Not more than he had to. Andres had taken so long finding the other boy's heart and pulling it from his chest. Esteban hoped he would be faster. He remembered the feel of the boy's heart pounding against his ribs as Esteban held his arm around the boy's chest. In a few hours his hand would be reaching for that heart through the boy's guts. He would rip out the power of the boy's life. The power would soak into his body as he wore the boy's skin. Like Xipe Totec of his ancestors. The Flayed One. There was power in the ancient ways, and the jefe knew how to take it. Esteban took his hand away from his cock, even though he longed to cum. He would save himself for his lover.
Andres*opened the door to the cell for him and Esteban stepped in. The boy was sitting on the floor in the corner. The tracks of tears were dried on his face. He looked beautiful and sweet and sad.
"Salvador?" said Esteban. It was what the boy's friend had called him - Chava, Salvador.
He looked up at Esteban and their eyes locked. Esteban felt a hunger, a longing. It seemed like forever before Esteban tore his eyes away. He hoped desperately none of the others had noticed.
"It is time."
The boy gave a slight nod and struggled to stand. He had trouble with his hands tied behind him. Andres and Paco grabbed him roughly under the arms and pulled him to his feet.
"Your turn, puto," laughed Andres. "I hope Esteban has as much fun with you as I did with your fuck buddy yesterday."
The boy flinched and Esteban saw a single tear trace its way down his cheek.
"Who brings this one?" said the jefe as Salvador was held in the center of the circle. The bone charms overhead clacked in a breeze. A brazier held a fire where the jefe would burn the boy's heart.
"I bring him," said Esteban, stepping forward. He was stripped to his shorts. There would be much blood. "I have brought him and his life is now yours."
"His life is mine, and I give it back to you," said the jefe, "Prepare him."
Esteban took the knife they had given him and sliced through the boy's t shirt. Nice, he thought, as he saw the boy's smooth chest for the first time. He wanted to run his hands over it, play with those nipples. He shoved those thoughts aside and went on.
The boy didn't fight him as Esteban cut through his clothes. In fact he even moved to help Esteban get them off him. At last Esteban sliced through the rope that tied the boy's hands and Andres and the others pulled him down spread-eagled and naked on the floor.
The jefe rubbed spit on his hard cock and shoved it in the boy's ass. The boy sucked in his breath. His eyes were on Esteban.
The jefe noticed the boy's cock had gotten hard.
"Look," he laughed, " the puto likes me! Esteban, help him out. Let him have a last pleasure."
The others laughed as Esteban, his cheeks burning red, spit in his hand and grabbed the boys cock. He hoped they wouldn't notice as he crouched beside the boy, that his own cock was rock hard.
Esteban stroked fast. He knew the jefe wouldn't take long and he wanted the boy to finish before it was time. The boy kept his eyes on Esteban, his breath coming faster. It wasn't long before his body arched and he shot a load all over his chest. The crowd cheered and yelled insults at Esteban and the boy. A few seconds later the jefe cried out as his body tensed in release.
Esteban picked up the knife and prayed to the ancient ones he would get this right. He put his free hand on the boy's chest to hold him steady, and plunged the knife into the lower part of the chest, sawing across the top of his abs to the ribs on the other side. The boy's body convulsed and Esteban could feel the heart pounding where his hand held him down. Esteban put down the knife and thrust his other hand into the bloody opening he had made. The boy screamed through clenched teeth. Slick things moved aside and Esteban pushed his hand hard through a membrane towards the beating he felt. He grabbed and pulled, his other hand taking the knife and cutting the heart free.
There was a small, last sigh as the boy's body relaxed in the growing pool of blood. Esteban stood and handed the heart to the jefe.
"Well done," he said. "Clean and quick."
He chuckled as he looked down at Esteban's cock bulging against his shorts.
"Looks like you're ready for him. The blood lust has done its work."
Esteban stripped off his shorts and knelt naked before the boy. He took the limp legs over his shoulders. His cock slid in easily where the jefe had just been. The boy's ruined body rocked back and forth as Esteban thrust deep again and again. The head rolled to one side, and the sightless eyes stared into the distance. Esteban thrust faster and faster, his breath coming fast and deep. When he came, his whole body shook, and he pitched forward onto the boy's chest, panting as his cock shot again and again into the boy's body. He hoped no one saw, as he briefly kissed the boy's cheek and said goodby to what he could never be.
The butcher did his work, and soon pulled the boy's skin over Esteban. Esteban looked down and saw the smooth chest, the gash he had made sewn shut, and his own cock pulled through the hole where the boy's had been. It was growing hard again. He felt the jefe's hand through the boy's skin on his shoulder.
"The blood lust is strong in you. Drink in the puto's power."
Esteban would wear the skin until the dinner began and they shared the boy's meat. But he would wear the boy's life as protection forever.
