“Come on, El … they were lowlife, drug-dealing scum. Just like Mario said!” shouted Sergio Hernandez.
"Is that why you killed those guys?" Eliel Alvarez asked quietly. "So that Mario would love you?"
Sergio shrugged, and smiled. "That was the intention. I couldn't get Mario back in the usual way. He seemed to think that my little coke habbit deal with local dealers meant I knew all the members of the criminal underworld, or some rot like that. He asked me to kill the dealers to prove my love."
"And you did." Eliel nodded, his suspicions confirmed. “He must have been one hell of a good lay to get you to actually go out and kill guys for him.”
Sergio Hernandez smiled, a wistful expression on his face. “Eliel, he’s just amazing! Take our last date just before I went on the killing spree …. When I walked out of the bathroom Mario was standing by the bed. I couldn't believe what I saw. He was wearing a strap-on dildo. He walked over to me, again used my dick for a handle, and pulled me over to the bed. He stood on the bed and demanded that I suck that dildo. I refused and got a slap on the balls. A hard slap on my butt and I started sucking that pole like a brand new bride. Then he asked me to suck his toes, and to me this was more horrific than sucking the fake penis even though Mario did have nice feet. I refused and he began to hit me. And soon, of course, I was sucking his toes … even kissing them toe-by-toe. I also agreed to kill people for him.”
“Did you ask him WHY he wanted these ‘people’ killed?” Eliel asked.
Sergio nodded sullenly. “He was all ‘I was born in Mazatlan and have six brothers and a sister. All of my siblings struggled with addiction and/or mental illness. My dad and two older brothers professionally tap danced on stage and television for 15 years. My father died an alcoholic and a younger brother overdosed on cocaine. My mother died from the consequences of mental illness and addiction. I drank alcohol for 15 years and used heroin for 6 years. I started recovery at age 21 and now I’m 26 and don’t want to see anyone live through what I lived through’. In his mind the drug dealers were a major cause of the ills in his life, so he wanted them out of the way. To keep them from ruining more lives. And I agreed to help him do it ….”
In the early 1980s to 1985, Mexico City gained international attention as the Mexico’s "killing fields" due to the summary executions of persons with alleged links to the communist movement, as well as alleged notorious military and police personnel.
Today, child rights advocate Alma Martinez, a worker of the Task Force Detainees of Mexico (TFDM) in the 1980s, said the city is back as "killing fields" with almost daily assassination of suspected drug pushers and people involved in petty crimes.
Martinez, now executive director of the Aguila Young People’s Rights Alliance, said the rate of the killings this month--three to five every week–is going as fast as it was in the 1980s, when summary executions were commonly referred to as "salvagings."
A total of 15 suspected drug pushers had been killed this month. But at least 70 suspected drug pushers and criminals have been killed since the vigilante killings began in 1995.
In the 1980s, Martinez said, the summary executions were attributed to the military, police and the "sparrow units" or the urban liquidation squad of the communist-led New People's Army (NPAI.
In an editorial, the Mecado Times on Monday said Mexico City "has tried in vain to erase the 1980s stigma of being the Murder capital of Mexico. Now it is back to that era of daily slaying of defenseless persons."
Sr. Supt. Carlos Maldenado, chief of the newly-created Task Force Vigilance, the body tasked to investigate the killings, said one of their prime suspects is the Mexico Death Squad (MDS).
Maldenado, however, said his unit is still starting the investigation so he could not say much about the background of the group. He said his unit was also given strict instructions by their superiors that any information released to the media about the investigation should be cleared first by the regional police chief.
In August 1997, a member of the MDS who identified himself as Juan Vigilante granted an interview to the media claiming he was a former guerrilla of the NPA and a "rebel returnee." I’ll never forget Vigilante because during his interview he had been wearing sandals. His feet were absolutely beautiful—golden tan and clean and were atleast a size 13. As he spoke he wiggled is toes unconsciously and I wanted to slide across the floor and just start sucking those golden digits for all they were worth.
But I digress…
Vigilante said that when he joined the vigilante group in 1995, it was named Criados de la Gente (Servants of the People). Criados, he claimed, was a loose group of rebel returnees, security aides, former policemen and soldiers tasked by "some people" to go after those engaged in the selling of illegal drugs in the city.
Vigilante claimed that the killings then were conducted without much planning that anyone who was willing to help could join the operations.
But in the last quarter of 1996, the group decided to form a more organized vigilante group called the MDS. Incidents of killings of suspected drug pushers believed to have been carried out by the MDS increased in 1997 and in early 1998. The killings started to pick up again in July this year.
The City Council on Tuesday passed a resolution condemning the killing and calling on the National Bureau of Investigation, the Commission on Human Rights and the PNP to investigate. The Young People’s Welfare Council, a multisectoral group of child-focused NGOs, also condemned the killings and established legal services for witnesses.
Martinez said that as in the 1980s, most of those killed belong to the urban poor sector.
He noted that the mother of victim Osvaldo Lopez, 19, a suspected drug pusher killed on Saturday by motorcycle-riding gunmen, is still paying for the debts incurred for the burial of another child, Ricardo, 21, in July.
Ricardo, also a suspected drug pusher, was also killed by motorcycle-riding gunmen believed to be members of the MDS.
Sergio was one of the gunmen and was promptly arrested. When he called on Mario, the person in whose name he had performed the murders, and asked for him support during his trial … he was greeted with unanswered phone calls. In fact he even denied that he knew him!
“My god I've never been so upset in my life! I've had some time to think and I've figured it out. I have been beaten at my own game. Mario played me like I have been trying to play everyone in here since day one. He never loved me. Hell, he probably never even liked me!” Sergio shouted in full realization of his situation. “He just used me and threw me aside. Now I'm an emotional wreck and he knows all my secrets and weak points. I thought we had something real. How could anyone be so cruel? I loved him. Now I hate him. Maybe it is sour grapes and maybe it isn't. All I know is there is no way he is winning this game. I will fight him till the very end. He stole my heart, my soul, and most importantly he turned me into a killer! I am not letting up until I reclaim at least two of those. Mario you haven't seen the last of Sergio. You better watch your back bitch!”
And eventually he did get out of prison. And he did find Mario. He saw him leaving through the back entrance of a seedy Acapulco tavern.
Sergio walked over to Mario grabbed his shirt and quickly pulled it over his head. Before he knew what was happening he had ripped his t-shirt off as well and was pulling his shorts and briefs down around his knees. "Say Serg, are you going to be able to explain THIS to the police? Seems like you’re setting yourself up to head right back to prison."
Sergio reached in his bag and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. He grabbed Mario and fastened one end to his right hand and the other end to his left ankle. "Well you see lads … sometimes me and the death squaders like to find a cold-hearted bitch, like yourself and fuck some sense into him. We are always real nice about it, and almost never cause permanent harm. I've been wanting to work you over since the moment you denied knowing me four years ago."
Mario was sprawled on the couch naked, shivering and afraid. "Sergio could not be a rapist, he is just mad and trying to scare me" he reasoned. "Sergio, honey lets talk. I am sorry I denied you. I’m sorry I forsook you … but I was so scared!" he sniffled.
Sergio just looked at Mario and demanded he suck his fat, smelly, cock. He did not enjoy oral sex under the best of circumstances, and had never tried anal entry at all. But Mario had a son to protect. He was scared of what might happen to his virgin son if he was killed by this vengeful man. There was no escape, he had him. He opened his mouth and took Sergio's nasty member into him.
"That's right suck me good baby," he purred. He licked and kissed his 10 inch cock. Sergio grabbed the back of his head and began a slow face fuck. He could not help gagging as he entered his throat.
He felt someone slip behind him. He positioned him on all fours and put his face in his ass. He began licking, and sticking his tongue in his asshole. It was Eliel Alvarez, Sergio’s best friend.
"Who are you?? What are you doing? That is disgusting" he mumbled around Sergio's dick. When he was good and juicy Sergio pressed his cock against his tight butt hole. Mario began crying, "Please Sergio don't. Stop!!" he begged.
Eliel laughed as he filled his ass with his cock. He had wanted to do this for a long time. He was so excited, and he was so tight he knew he would not last for long. So he decided to pound him for all he was worth. "Do you like that slut! Does it hurt, bitch!" he shouted as he savagely plowed his ass.
Mario had never been in such pain … he would do anything to get them to stop. He was having difficulty catching his breath. Every time Eliel slammed into his ass it pushed him farther along Sergio's cock. Every time he rammed his mouth he was forced to push back even harder on Eliel’s anal invader. As he was about to lose consciousness he heard both men give a loud grunt. Her mouth and ass filled with hot sticky cum. He was made to swallow, and clean Sergio's shaft.
Then unbelievably Eliel presented his shit covered dick for the same treatment. He pressed his shitty dick against his nose, and dragged it across his eyes, before sticking it in his mouth. As Mario laid panting and sobbing both men congratulated themselves on a fuck well done. Mario was sitting on the dirty alley floor with a terrified expression. He had just seen his mother brutally raped and knew he was completely at Sergio's mercy. He regretted all of the mean things he had done to him. But it was too late.
Much too late.
