Keisto and his Baboso

Part 1: Shit Stew

I pulled out my cock. I Walked over to Shelby, and stuck it hard in his Pinche mouth.

He squirmed for a bit. Then remained still.

He was very weak.

 I leaned forward, frowned, and lazily pissed hard down his throat. He gagged, and choked, while thirstily swallowing his warm, yet smelly treat.

Once finished, I slapped Shelby with my dick,  across the face, and sat down on his bed.

I was sick of questioning this bastardo, and him not sayin shit.

Gregg G, Crazy Sam, and Slicky Ricky, left the room for a 20 minute break. They all quietly sat in Shelby’s living room (surrounded by dead bodies) watching Leno, drinking beer, and snorting Dust.

You see, We followed this maricón (Shelby) home, forced him inside, and tied the entire family up, in Shelby’s bedroom.

We  tortured Shelby hard, but the Bastardo wouldn’t tell us what we wanted to know.

So, we decided to start knocking his family off, 1 by 1.

The boys, fucked his wife 1st. 
She yelled, as they all took turns swapping,  and violating her helpless pussy, and tight black ass opening. Gregg g, shit in her mouth. Sam,  kicked her, stuck the end of a spatula in her butt, and fucked her hard with the kitchen equipment.

Shelby, The Joto, cried , and whimpered, but still refused to talk; So, Gregg g, held his wife up right in front of his face, grinned, and killed the bitch.

Bored, and frustrated, we all decided to eat dinner, shoot some pool, and turn in early that night.

Part 2: Murder is the recipe.

We got up, the next day, and knew we needed to work fast. We knew his friends would be coming here soon to check on him, and well, let’s say, we didn’t want to get ambushed. So, we ate breakfast, and quickly got back to work.

I  told Slicky Ricky, to untie Shelby’s grandmother.

Shelby, immediately started crying.

Ricky, took a snort of dust, pulled granny out the wheelchair, took off her gown, and repeatedly fucked her old hairy cunt; then Suddenly, Ricky, got up, and began to savagely beat the old woman.

I took a shot of gin, grabbed my blankie, sat back, and enjoyed the show.

By the time Ricky was finished, Granny, was completely fucked. All bruised, and bloody.

Slicky started mocking her. He blew smoke in her  face, and danced around, grabbing at his balls, like Michael pinche Jackson.

Then, granny went nuts; She started crying, and her eyes started glowing green. She bit the fuck out of her pinche bottom lip, and started hallucinating.

She started repeating,

“Masser, don’t hit my mama, please masser”

Crazy Sam got mad, and said

“be quiet, you dumb fat bitch”

But, granny kept on crying.

So, Sam walked up, and shot Shelby’s grandmother execution style in the back of the head.

Her red granny blood, splattered all over Shelby’s face.

The whole scene was truly fuckin’ sick; but Shelby, knew the consequences of being in such a despicable game.

By day 3, we were all dusted out, and exhausted.

I called the boss, and  told him that the bastardo wasn’t talking. The boss said hold tight. He, and Douglas, would be right over.

The house looked like a Pinche horror movie. It was sick, but We were trying to send a Pinche message.

Part 3: Dinner talk

Let me give you a quick little back story;

You see, When I got home from prison, there was a new drug sweeping the streets; “V Dust” (or Vietnamese dust) a new form of PCP, that makes you angry, crazy, and horny, all at the same time. You only need 1 snort, and it makes your sexual experiences 100 times better. It’s A dense, bright Green dust, that can be smoked, snorted, or melted, and shot. It makes you happy, and creates vivid hallucinations.

My boss’s had a lot of personal reasons why he wanted to take over the dust trade; on top of that, the baboso, saw the earning potential, and knew right away, he could make millions. 

So, when I got out, I went back to my old neighborhood, and recruited a group of young, and violently hungry Pendejos. We called ourselves,”The P Family”.

We got the financial backing from the Baboso; but we needed to corner the market. V dust was everywhere, and there were too many dealers. A group of stupid black putos, who called themselves the “Broody Brothers” (Bro Brothers, or BB) had connections in Vietnam, and made millions off Dust. 

Shelby, was a high ranking member, of the BB, and we knew he had a large stash. We also knew, these murders, meant total fuckin’ war (and that’s exactly what the boss wanted).

Then, out of no where, My boss, entered the room. He brushed off his suit lapel, walked over, and squaded in front of Shelby. Douglas, walked in with him; he was holding a little girl in his arms, and handed the baby to Crazy Sam; it was Shelby’s youngest daughter; Jessica, Only 4 years old.

The Baboso, was a sexy site. He wore an amazing Italian suit, a dark blue tie, and a black silk shirt.

When i noticed who had just walked in, I quickly shouted,

“Boss, you must leave, those BB fuckers could show up at any time, or maybe even the cops”

He just winked, (which honestly made me a bit tingly, inside).

I shivered, at his friendly juster, as the Baboso Grabbed Shelby, by the head. He smacked him Hard across the mouth, and  said, 

“fuck, you smell like piss! Listen, the rest of your entire immediate family, are all dead. If you don’t tell where that cock sucker Harry is, we’ll just have to visit your sister; kill her, and all her kids. Then we’ll go see your brother, kill him, and his 3 boys; then your cousins, uncles, aunts etc.”

The Baboso was one cold Bastardo.
He was serious; and Shelby knew it.

Shelby, started crying, and spilling his guts. He told us everything. Harry’s police force connections, and the addresses, and phone numbers, of Don and Cody Broady. 

Shelby, looked Pinche pathetic; drooling, and bleeding. He lifted his head and said,

“Justin, Please don’t hurt my baby.

The boss spit in his face, and started yelling something in German, while repeatedly punching the poor bastardo in the throat.

He chuckled like a madman, and loudly shouted,

“Don’t worry, Harry, will be joining you soon. Oh, and next time, think twice, before you decide to pull a knife on me;

Then, all of a sudden, the boss stopped punching Shelby.

He slowly turned towards the window, and gave it a long cold stare. 
( it was gloomy outside, very cold, and slightly raining ). 

The boss, whispered “mom” lit a joint, and started to cry.