Escaping to America (body swap)
by Drakkenfyre
Diego Sanchez groaned as he labored under his load in the hot noon day sun. He hoped that his trust was not misplaced. If the coyote lied, then Diego had confessed to a crime he didn’t commit for nothing, and he’d be paying for his mistake for the next 40 years. He dumped the crushed rock, and returned with his basket to collect another load from the prison detail working on the rock pile. Each basket full of rock weighed at least 75 pounds. It was back-breaking work, but Diego was willing to do it. Tomorrow, the coyote had promised that Diego would cross over the border as a US citizen.
Oscar Montana was a drug smuggler, murderer, and the richest man in the province. It was his crime that Diego had confessed to committing, and would have earned Montana a life sentence. But for youthful Diego, the penalty was commuted to 40 years hard labor. His family was shocked when he confessed. The police watched for a payoff, but none came. They figured that Montana had threatened bodily harm or perhaps blackmailed Diego into confessing. The authorities reviewed every relation of Diego’s right down to his great grandmother, but they could find no hint of wrong doing. The only anomaly in Diego Sanchez’ life had been Rodriguez. No first name, just Rodriguez. He wasn’t a local, but no one could place his accent it was familiar but just a bit off. Everyone knew that Rodriguez was a coyote and had had dealings with Montana, but there never was any proof. Many said that he was in league with black magic, but again no one ever was able to prove it. The only link the police had found was that he’d bought Diego a couple beers the night the youth confessed giving a detailed account of the murders. They had no choice but to let Montana go.
That evening as Diego dragged himself into the cell he shared with five other convicts, Diego was unusually excited. Tonight Rodriguez would deliver on his promise. He hoped. He went to the high window and looked out. No one was in sight, the sun was setting. Suddenly, there was a commotion in the clearing beyond his window.
“Dude, I paid you to give me a tour which would give me a new perspective on Mehico, but that didn’t mean you could drag me through the jungle to take a look at a fucking prison camp!” cursed the angry blond American. He looked to be about Diego’s age, about nineteen.
Diego wondered what Rodriguez had in mind bringing that obnoxious gringo here, perhaps he was going to kill him, then give Diego his identity. No way, Diego at his height of 5’ 1” could pass for the tall muscled blond youth who stood at least 6 feet, maybe more. Still Diego stared expectantly at the two men on the outside.
“Diego, I’m horny. Come away from that window, and service me,” asked Toro. His real named was Fernando Valdez, but he was built and hung like a bull, so everyone called him Toro. He and Carranza pretty much ran the block. Both had taken a fancy to young Diego, but Diego had excepted their advances knowing it was the only way to stay alive. But he relied on the promise of a new life in America to survive the indignities of his sexually subservient role in prison.
“Please Senor Toro, let me watch the sunset, and I will make this night one to remember?”
“Alright, the sun sets in ten minutes, I can wait,” Toro laughed, and plunked himself lewdly down on his cot.
Jim Holliman was hot, sweaty, tired and generally pissed off at the way Rodriguez had conned him into going off with him. In spite of his rude bravado, the college athlete was scared shitless. His sweat and had turned from hot to cold. He figured that Rodriguez had brought him out here to rob him, or worse rob and kill him. He was alone in a foreign country with a guide who’d led him through the jungle to this godforsaken place. The sun was setting and Jim had no idea which way to go. Jungle surrounded him, and the prison loomed darkly ahead.
The metal pendant on his necklace started to burn his chest as the sun sank below the horizon. That cursed necklace had been his undoing. Rodriguez had given it to him and thereby won his trust. He promised to show Jim the exquisite native silver work that was its twin. Now he pointed toward the prison, toward one of the windows. Jim could see a shape of a man something shiny on his chest reflected the sunset. Jim blinked at the light struck his eyes, he looked down at the glowing amulet around his neck. The world seemed to shift. It was like he’d dropped into a sink hole. He blinked. The medallion was no longer glowing. He looked up and saw bars. He grabbed them. They were real cold weathered steel bars.
Toro spoke, “Ocaso. Ven aca!” (“Sunset. Come here!”).
He looked down and saw himself embracing Rodriguez. He shouted, “Rodriguez!”
Toro grabbed his shoulder, and spun him around. Jim was terrified as he looked up into the angry giant’s face. He had to be nearly eight feet tall, thought Jim, not realizing that he was now a foot shorter than he had been.
“Perra, ahora!” (“Bitch, now!”). The big man shouted, and pointed downward.
“I’m sorry, sir, I don’t speak Spanish. No hablo Spanish, uh, Espagnol,” stammered Jim.
“Que es eso?” demanded the angry giant, he shoved Jim to his knees and thrust his hairy uncut cock at Jim’s face.
Jim was terrified. He still couldn’t understand what had happened to him.
Toro raised his fist.
“Wait,” said Carranza, “Rodriguez, you know.” He tapped his temple, then pointed out the window at the strange white boy with his arm around Rodriguez, he was waving at the prison.
“Talvez, I think that the witchman has liberated our friend Diego, and that we have a scared gringo to break in.”
“Ah, so that was the boy’s payment. Wonder what this one did to deserve this fate?” tossling the hair on Jim’s head.
Carranza shrugged, “He met Rodriguez. That man is the devil. I wonder how much Montana paid for this? Do you think we could hire him to bring a tour bus of rich Americans to liberate us?”
“I could raise a lot of money,” el Toro said stroking his beard with his free hand. The other firmly gripped Diego’s former body, now occupied by James consciousness.
“If we have a choice, I’d like to get a blonde bombshell with long legs.”
“Who wouldn’t---oh, you mean you want to be a blonde bombshell with long legs?” el Toro asked raising his eyebrow.
Carranza shrugged again, “Well, it might be fun.” He winked.
El Toro licked his lips, and frowned looking down at Jim. “It’s going to take weeks to retrain this boy, and to teach him Spanish. Well, at least it gives me something to do. Tomorrow, I’ll talk to my contacts. Perhaps we’ll be visiting Diego again soon, eh, Diego?” He lifted Jim roughly by his chin, and stared at him, “Cual es su nombre?”
Jim knew this one from the phrase book. “Su noooombray esss Jim Holliman.”
El Toro shook his head, and pointed at Jim, and then at the tiny silver metal mirror over the sink. “No, nino, ahora es DIEGO!”
Jim turned and saw reflected in the mirror, a small effeminate looking Mexican youth. He started to cry, as El Toro pushed down his trousers. He didn’t have to speak Spanish to know what was going to happen to him.
The next day, Rodriguez waved farewell to his new American friend, Jim Holliman. He’d given Diego an elixir that had allowed him to steal Jim’s memories while he slept. A confident United States citizen returned home with a much better respect for Mexican culture. Diego had been pleasantly surprised to discover that he’d been given the body of a millionaire’s son. Apparently a millionaire who’d bested Rodriguez or Montana in some business deal. Diego didn’t care to know the details. He was just happy to be free, tall, muscular, blond, rich and American. Whatever happened to the soul that had former occupied his body was irrelevant to him now. That Diego Sanchez died in prison.
Jim woke as a shadow of his former self. He’d been brutalized the night before. His body raped by the El Toro and Carranza, and his mind raped by Diego and Rodriguez. The prison doctor diagnosed a stroke or breakdown as the underlying cause. El Toro and Carranza took over their human sex toy’s reeducation, and damaged Jim was only to happy to please as he tried to fill the emptiness in his mind.
END