Charity in Action

Author's Note: All characters are over the age of 18. This story is a work of fiction. Please do not republish on other platforms without my express permission.

Constructive criticism welcomed. I hope you enjoy!

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"What? Th-The Cartel?!? What could they possibly want with me?!? Answer me, Esmeralda!"

"You messed with the wrong people, Fin. The boss wants to see you."

"Huh? Who-?"

The next thing I knew, one of the guys hits me in the head with the butt of his rifle.

"Uuuhhh," I groan as I slowly blink. Immediately, the pungent sewer smell hits my nose and I cough.

"Ah, he is awake!"

The room is spinning as I try to locate the source of the voice. I then see a man sitting in a chair in front of me smoking a cigar. He had a square face, no hair, and a large scar down his right eye. His mustached lips curl into a smile as he looks at me. However, it wasn't the inviting kind of smile. More like the way a cat would look at a mouse. I shift uncomfortably and realize my arms were restrained behind my back!

"Ugh! H-hey! Let me go!"

The man chuckles and a chorus of voices join him. That's when I saw there were guys around me leaning against the walls. They looked and were dressed like ruffians which made me shiver in fear. I had to admit that growing up in the suburbs had isolated me from the rougher side of life. I'd heard of stories of the cartel cutting off fingers, slicing people into pieces, and other forms of indescribable torture.

"Haha, going to pee in your pantalones? What a baby man!"

The men laugh with him as he slaps his knee, pleased with his joke. He then adopts a serious face and holds up his hand to silence his goons.

"Mr. Delfino, let me ask you. Has anyone ever steal from you?"

I narriow my eyes suspiciously. "Um...what? What kind of quest-?"

"Mr. Delfino," said the man louder this time. "Has anyone ever steal from you?"

Judging from the way his brows furrow and the two thugs with rifles next to him, I decided it wasn't worth testing his patience.

"Y-yeah, of course. Happens to everyone, r-right?"

The man scoffs. "Puto. And what do you think should happen to thiefs?"

"Uuuhhh, they...they should be punished?"

"Muy bien! See? He has a brain! Now-," whispered the man as he leans forward glaring at me. "-why have you been stealing from me?"

"Steal? What...what are you talking about?"

The man makes a hand gesture and I see a man beside me swing a baton against my shin.

A world of pain wracks my body. "Aaaahhh! Fuck! What...the fuck...was that...for?!?"

"Do not lie to me, Mr. Delfino. Lying may be the American way, but in Guatemala, we punish liars. I will give you one more chance to tell the truth. Where are my drugs?"

I whimper as the pain in my leg is still ringing. "I...I don't know! What are you even talking about?!? I don't even use drugs!"

"Mr. Delfino." said the man dangerously.

I gulp and wince as the man next to me steps closer. "What the hell do you want from me?!? Drug test me for all I care! I'm clean!"

"Ah, wrong answer, Mr. Delfino."

"W-wait! Please! I really don't know anyth-aaaaahhhh!"

The man with the baton hits my other shin then my chest. I gasp as the wind is knocked from my lungs. I yelp as the pain shoots all my body. I was wheezing as I felt a constriction in my chest. My breath was shaky as I looked up.

The man was now in front of me and he grabs my shirt lifting me up. He brings me close and I could smell the strong stench of tobacco which assails my nostrils.

"You will tell me the truth one way or another. No one gets away with lying to El Gigante."

He lets me go and I breathe a sigh of relief. Then he slams his fist into my face and everything goes black.

"Huuuuuhhh...."

I groaned as I try to blink, though it was difficult because my eyes were bruised. I shiver as I feel the air tickle my skin. A part of me was wondering why it was so chilly then I realized...

"What-? Wh-where are my pants? My shirt? My clothes?"

"Hehehehe, buenos dias, Mr. Delfino! Did you have a good sleep?"

I wince as I lifted my head to look with horror at the scarred face of El Gigante grinning at me.

"What...what are you gonna do to me?"

"Gut you like a pig, of course," said the man as he takes out a very sharp looking knife.

I flinch in fear and the chains rattle above me. My anxious and bloodied face glints off the sharp steel.

He flicks his knife menacingly then he lowers it. "Hahahaha! You should have seen your face, Mr. Delfino! Scared like a little girl! No, no. That would be too easy. I olan to make you suffer. A taste of your own medicine as the Americans say."

I suddenly start to sweat and my breathing begins to quicken as my mind is flooded with the different kinds of torture I've heard in the news. However, there was also something wrong with my body. "W-wait! What's going on? I...I can't...it's hard to breathe."

"Hehehe. So, it is working! Bien! Muy bien!" He claps his hands and looks to his men with a knowing smile.

The heat that accumulated in my face quickly trickles down to my chest then my stomach. I could feel the energy from my feet rise above my thighs. I groan as I feel my cock immediately stiffens! However, it didn't stop. The heat just keeps pooling around my groin area.

"Kah! It...it hurts!"

"Of course it does, amigo. I am surprised you have not sampled it yourself! What an ethical man you are, Mr. Delfino!"

A chorus of chuckles surround me, but I'm too caught up in my own discomfort to really even notice. It felt like my cock and balls were about to pop!

I couldn't take it anymore so I whimper weakly, "Please..."

El Gigante wags his finger. "No, no, no. You know the deal. Confess. Tell me where you hid the drugs."

"I...told you! I...I don't...know!"

He grins and walks away.

"Please! No! C-come back! Please, it burns!"

I stir as a metallic clang reaches my ears. I move to sit up and I grit my teeth as sharp pain shoots through my body. It was the same damn thing every day. Those goons would wake me up, then abuse me with that infernal drug until I passed out. I had lost track of the time and my bones felt like glass from the constant edging.

As I raised my tired eyes, I was expecting the wrinkled face of my jailer, but I was greeted by a more pleasant sight.

"Es...mer...alda?" I croaked feebly trying to sit up straight. Even though she betrayed me, I couldn't help but appreciate her graceful form as she stood on the other side of the cell in a loose summer dress. She looked like an angel even as she stood there with her arms crossed, her brown eyes bearing down on me.

A small smile creeps into her lips as she says, "You are surprisingly resilient, Mr. Delfino. El Gigante sends his regatds."

I scoff and immediately regret it as a groan escapes my chapped lips.

"Tsk, tsk. You Americans are so short tempered," said the young woman as she turns walking back and forth. As her heels clack against the floor, she continues, "You are a lucky man because El Gigante has decided to give you a chance to redeem yourself."

My eye widens as I stare at her in disbelief. A way out of this hell? No way...I thought I would die here! But...it sounded too good to be true. What was the catch?

She must have seen my skepticism because she chuckles. "I understand what you are thinking, but look at where you are at right now. Do you even have a choice?"

There was a small part of me that screamed that this was some sort of trick, but my mind and body were too exhausted to refuse. I would have agreed to almost anything at that point to get out. I slowly nod my head.

"Good."

She claps her hands and makes a clucking noise. Immediately, two men enter my field of vision and unlock the door. Before I could protest, they roughly grab and drag me along while I grit my teeth in pain. I was dropped unceremoniously in front of the very man who was responsible for my pain. He was still seated in his makeshift throne smoking a cigar.

"Mr. Delfino! Or should I say Senor Suerte! You are a very lucky man! My men did some investigating and it appears you might be innocent! How about that!"

The man begins to laugh loudly as his men join in. I, however, stared at him in disbelief and I clench my fists. I open my mouth and manage to croak out, "What...the...fuck?!?"

"Tisk, tisk," chides the rough man as he wags his finger. "I do not tolerate disrespect in my domain. Is that understood?"

"Ack!" I flinch as I see a man with a baton emerge from the shadows. I quickly nod, not wishing to taste the brunt of his weapon.

"Good, good. Now, are you curious to know, why I know you're innocent? Well, it is simple. The rat revealed himself. You know him, right?"

He holds out a picture and I had to squint to see it.

"J-Julio?!?"

"Si. Julio. The rat," said El Gigante as he spits to the side. "The punk made off with my stash and he thinks he can get away from us. But he is a clever little rat and now the federales are on our tails. He is on the run and has a hostage. We cannot move against him...for now. But you can."

I look around confused. "M-me?!? H-how? What can I do that you can't?"

The large man stands up and walks towards me, though his gaze is elsewhere as he puffs on his cigar. "You are not being watched by the federales and he will not suspect you. Plus...you have a personal stake in this, Mr. Delfino."

"W-why? What are you talking about?"

El Gigante stops beside me and exhales white smoke. "The hostage is your wife."

A couple days later, I am sitting in a rickety car while my eyes are blindfolded. My injuries hadn't fully healed, but I was a lot better than before. Though, they didn't clean me up or anything so I was still pretty filthy.

I sigh as I turn to where I think Esmeralda is. "So, tell me again what I'm suppose to tell the cops?"

"Ayah, are you deaf or something, Mr. Delfino? This is the third time today!"

"Look, I get forgetful when I'm nervous and all that cock torture certainly didn't help! Did you guys have to use a cock ring?"

She scoffs and rolls her eyes. "You are to say you ran into a gang. They then beat you up and left you to die."

"That has got to be the shittiest-"

"It's not supposed to be good," snaps Esmeralda, who I've learned is more domineering and impatient than the fake persona she used to fool me and Ava. "It is only to provide an alibi, estupido! Our man on the inside will take care of the rest!"

"Ugh, alright. But this drug of yours...what makes it so special, huh? Is it some kind of laced fentynol or something?"

"Heh. No, even better. It is a special Guatemalan blend which taps the human pheromones."

"Pheromones? Is it some kind of sex drug?"

"Aphrodisiac, Mr. Delfino."

"Holy shit...wait, what? Why would people care about that? Can't they just use viagra?"

I hear her scoff. "You really are clueless! No wonder it was so easy to fool you and your wife."

I give her a glare. "Tch! Shut up! But what about you?"

"What about me?"

"Your brother...don't you care how this will affect him?"

Her face scrunches up in annoyance. "No. He is not my brother. We used that story to make us appear more sympathetic. Julio is nothing more than a thief to be punished. And you will be the one to do it or else."

I gulped. She may not be El Gigante, but her words carried the same venom. No wonder she was high up in his organization.

The rest of the ride, I was going over what I'd tell the police when they found me. Esmeralda then stops the car and opens the door.

"This is your stop."

I feel her hands grab my shirt as she drags me out just to dump me on the ground.

"Hey! What's the-"

She yanks the cloth around my eyes and I groan as the bright sunlight blinds me. "Your task begins now, Mr. Delfino. Succeed and you will have El Gigante's gratitude. Fail, and your family pays along with the rat."

I hear the car drive away while I rapidly blink as my surroundings slowly come into focus. Of course, they didn't tell me where I'd be. All they told me was simply to just walk. I decided it was probably best to get this over with. As I drudged along, I thought of my family. My kids were probably worried sick. Who knows how long I've been gone? Esmeralda didn't tell me because she said it makes it more believable if I didn't know.

Then my concern shifts to Ava. Who knows what that punk was capable of? I hope he didn't do anything bad to her. Esmeralda must have felt generous because she assured me Ava was likely alive because Julio needs her use as a hostage. The quiet of the forest and the length of my walk allowed my mind to wander thinking about that moment in the shower.

Thankfully, they didn't break my dick which started to grow as I thought of my wife obliviously washing her hair as she whistled to herself. I let out a sigh. It has been a long time since we've been intimate. I've been so caught up in my work and my search for Jay that I've almost forgotten the touch of the woman I married. I was going to make it up to her when we get back.

I was beginning to feel hopeless as I kept going and going. I felt like I was walking in circles! All I saw were trees, trees, and more trees. I knew I couldn't afford to despair so I just started to think about other things, especially what El Gigante called "The Angel's Kiss". A mind altering substance which activates your hormones...

I gasp as I stop in place as the realization hits me. Could Julio have laced it with the weed he smokes? That would explain why Ava was so open! There was no way she would willingly let him masturbate in front of her, much less eat her out! However, that train of thought was a mistake. My idle mind wandered to her leaning against the tile walls with her head thrown back as the young Guatemalan thug munched on her hairy red snatch.

I began to pant as I saw his hands rake up her firm thighs to greedily grab her plump ass. Her moans echoed in my head and it escalated as she neared her climax. I fall on my knees as I see clearly in my mind's eye, her incredible orgasm ripple through her body. I feel dizzy as I stare at the ground trying to catch my breath. I groan as I realize that I had ejaculated.

"Ugh, for real?"

I shakily stand up and begin to unbuckle my pants. I pull it off along with my sticky underwear. Holding it up, I grimace with disgust. I was so preoccupied with my task that I didn't hear the approaching footsteps. There was a rustle in the foliage then two figures step out. Two women. The three of us stared at each other for five seconds when one of the ladies screams.

"Well, Mr. Delfino. You're lucky she didn't shoot yer eye out! You know how skittish these women folk can get sometimes," said a man with a heavy Southern accent as he sips his coffee mug. "Aaaah, nothing like a good cup-a-joe!"

"Uh, yeah...hehe."

I'd been sitting in Deputy Crockett's office for the past hour and it was clear this guy was friendly, but a bit dim. He bought my story hook line and sinker. After he grew bored of the subject, he talked for half an hour about his direct lineage to the great Davey Crockett. This must be the infamous inside man. There's no way someone can be this incompetent.

"Well, yer family will be glad to see ya. But don't rest on yer laurels fer too long. We need ya to get yer wife. Would be a shame if such beauty were harmed," sighed the deputy as he shakes his head ruefully. "Them cartels are gettin mighty rowdy these days slinging around drugs and killin each other over what? A gram of powder! What's gotten into our crazy world?"

"Yeah...it's tragic. Um, can I go now?"

"Hm? Oh, of course! You've had a long day, but now yer safe! Come back here in two days and we can do the thing we discussed."

I give a long sigh of relief as I stand up. "Yeah, sure. Thanks, deputy."

As we walked to the front of the station, I saw a bald man standing there in a leather jacket and ripped jeans.

"Shit, Uncle Roger?"

"Hm? Fin, my boy! There you are!" He embraces me and the smell of cheap beer and cigarettes assaults my nostrils. "Haha, I knew you'd survive! Us Delfino boys are made of salt and vinegar, deputy. Salt and vinegar!"

The deputy laughs and tips his hat. "I believe it. Now, you stay out of trouble, hear?"

Uncle Roger slaps my upper arm heartily. "I'll make sure he does. Hell, he probably had enough excitement for one lifetime. Come, there's a hot meal waiting for you at home, sonny."

I wanted to talk to him about some things, but as soon as I sat in the passenger seat, I passed out. Then the car sharply jolts and I was shaken awake.

"Whoops, sorry bud. Pot hole."

"Mmm..."

He takes a deep breath then exhales. "Listen, Fin. I've been thinking and-"

"I know, I know. I was hoping we wouldn't have to talk about it, but...it's just too damn awkward," I grumble drowsily as I rub my eyes.

"Well, it don't gotta be! I know you're new to this, but the shock will wear off and soon it'll just be as natural as breathing!"

"Dammit! You know it's not that easy," I said as I clench my fists which were resting on my thighs. "It's not like I could flip a switch and suddenly everything's ok!"

Uncle Roger nods as if anticipating my response. "Of course not. You're exploring and that's only natural for any couple..."

"It doesn't feel that way...I just feel like a freak."

As we park right outside the house, he says, "Hmm. I see. How about you wash up and then we eat?"

I notice there was a car missing. "Uh, where's Aunt Denise?"

"Oh, she's out right now. Don't worry, she'll be back. We can start without her."

"Oh, ok."

Uncle Roger's house was just as I remembered though I did note to him that his living room was more spacious. He said it was just a stylistic change from Aunt Denise. I had a nice shower and I was glad to finally get a chance to put on some clean clothes. Dinner wasn't too eventful until Uncle Roger decided to bring up the elephant in the room up once more.

He leans forward and says, "How...how was it? You know, the first time you saw it happen? My first time with Denise...it was surreal. I couldn't believe my eyes. My mind was saying how wrong it was and how I should just jump in there, but my body...my body was a lot more honest."

I look him in the eyes and shake my head. "I...felt...like...like... Ugh! This...is crazy! I don't...I can't talk about this! I just can't! She's my wife! We're supposed to be exclusive...to love each other! This all is just sick."

He scoffs, "Says who? Why's it gotta be that way? Why should anyone care what you do in your own free time, huh? You're not hurting anyone. You're not bothering anyone. So why can't you explore what's right for you and your wife?"

I lean against my face against my hands while my elbow rests on the table. A sense of dread comes over me as I remember my reaction the first time Ava was on the couch with Alvin. Even now, my cock is stirring in my pants the more I think about it! Yet, in that case, Ava was drugged and probably in the case with Julio too. It was that stupid drug. The Angel's Kiss...

"B-but what if it's not right for me? What if I just introduced something that'll ruin my marriage forever?" I knew I sounded pathetic, but I couldn't help it. The emotions were all welling up within me for some reason. It was weird because I'd never been so fearful and horny at the same time.

My uncle nods as he leans back on the chair. "Change...is not bad sometimes, Fin. You're going into uncharted waters so it's only natural. Look at it this way. Sharing is different from what closed-minded people call cucking. You and your wife are willingly participating in the act. It's a beautiful thing that can bring you two even closer."

I swallow nervously when he says "willingly participate" because from what I know, Ava hasn't exactly done any of those sexual acts willingly. I know that Uncle Roger was trying to make me feel better, but now I feel even worse. Am I really a cuckold? And...worse, do I enjoy seeing my wife with other men?