Latino Landscapers Get Even – Page 1

A straight cocky real estate developer and his homophobic nephew suffer through a humiliating tickle torture and orgasm denial ordeal when two horny latino landscapers decide take their revenge in a fresh story by Richard. Art by BDMan Brazil.

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Latino Landscapers Get Even – Page 1
by Richard
Art by BDManBrazil

Alexander “Alex” Van Owen tooled his Land Rover Supercharged HSE into the parking lot of the Home Depot nearest to his ultramodern manse early that morning, intent on hiring some “illegals” as he called them (whether they actually were or not) on the cheap to trim the trees and clear some brush around his multimillion-dollar hillside manse.

The designer suit-and-tie clad 35-year-old darkly handsome Alex was CEO of his own real estate development company, Van Owen Development, Inc. Alex was gratified that he had cannily managed to cheat his ex-wife out of any interest in the company when they were divorced 3 years ago, Van Owen’s high-priced lawyers getting the best of the bitch, as Alex referred to her. Alex had led the life of a carefree mega-rich single man since, indulging himself both with hot dates with “model quality” women and/or high-priced call girls who performed whatever sexual acts demanded of them by the studly Van Owen.

Van Owen Development was busy, among many other lucrative exploits, gentrifying a heavily Latino neighborhood near downtown and far from the tony area where Alex himself lived, tearing down older, affordable apartments to make way for luxury developments after evicting Latinos from their longterm apartments who were then priced out of and displaced from their longtime apartments mostly by well-heeled white or Asian millennials who wanted to live near downtown. The name “Van Owen Development” had already become synonymous with this unwelcome phenomenon in that part of town. Alex had a bemused look on his face was a swarm of “illegal day workers” surrounded his big luxury SUV, all eager to be hired on the cheap by the wealthy homeowner. Alex got out of his SUV, impressive at his 6′ 3″ height among the mostly shorter crowd of Latino workers, and eventually narrowed his search down to those who had a truck and the necessary equipment for the job. He settled on 2 who agreed to do the job for an incredibly low price, the wealthy but penny-pinching Alex patting himself on the back for his savvy
negotiation skills like those practiced by his hero and fellow Republican, President Donald J. Trump.

The lucky duo who got the job (to be paid upon completion that evening) was a 6 foot (tall for an “illegal” thought Alex) 30-year-old named Max Herrera (only known and introduced to Alex as “Max”) (who unbeknownst to the 1000% heterosexual Alex bore a striking resemblance to a similarly-named retired gay pornstar, Max Grand), Alex satisfied that the dude looked fit and muscular enough to do the job and appeared to have the truck and equipment needed. His 19-year old assistant was named Carlos Montoya (only known and introduced to Alex as “Carlos”) about 5′ 9″ with a more wiry frame in a wife beater white tank top exposing a number of tattoos and wearing an LA Dodgers baseball cap backwards.

Both men sported close-cropped trimmed goatee beards Alex noted were apparently favored by many Latino men for some reason- probably because they are “poor ass illegals” as Alex frequently referred to them (usually right out loud) who could not afford pricey Gillette blades. However, surprisingly to Alex, both Max and Carlos appeared to be fluent in accented English as well as Spanish- go figure.

Alex proudly introduced himself as “Alex Van Owen, CEO and Owner of Van Owen Development, Inc.- no doubt you must have heard the name- I’ve been building many real estate developments in your ‘neck of the woods’!”

Alex was further impressed when Max said “yeah, we’ve heard of your company- everyone has..,” Alex misinterpreting this as Max being impressed with Alex’s esteemed stature when in fact both Max and Carlos had recently been evicted by the very same development company and it was like placing gasoline on a fire to the duo who had come to despise the name altogether.

Alex was further impressed that when Max was given the address of his manse that Max was familiar with the area having done work there before.

Alex then advised the duo that he would return that evening around 6:00 p.m. and haughtily informed them that he would pay them the sum due to them at that time “if your work meets my high standards.” Alex then drove off to work while the Latino duo headed to Van Owen’s manse to do the landscaping work.

Max and Carlos spent the better part of the morning clearing the brush around the Van Owen manse, working their asses off and breaking a good sweat. By early afternoon they were finishing up trimming the trees near the manse as requested. The duo laughed that they had actually completed the work early, although they had done a thorough job. Unbeknownst to Alex, Carlos had in fact just recently been released from prison on a burglary charge, Carlos having driven the getaway vehicle, and noted to Max as they were up on ladders near the second floor that it was apparent that numerous valuable items were visible thorough the upstairs windows as they finished the tree trimming.

Carlos further noted to Max that it appeared that Van Owen had some kind of kinky “playroom” in an otherwise closed-off area off of the master bedroom visible through a transom-like smallish upstairs window easily viewed through from the high ladder but not visible from the street below, a room that appeared to have a great deal of kinky bondage and other material.

As they peered through the upstairs windows the duo discussed the fact that they figured the rich asshole Van Owen would most likely try to cheat them when it came time to be paid, and decided that they could spend the extra time they now had on going through the house and casing the place for a burglary, or maybe even finding some documents or materials that Van Owen would prefer not be known about, kind of as “insurance” for getting paid. This decided, the younger Carlos suddenly managed to hop through the smallish window to the “playroom” area, his more wiry, slimmer frame enabling him to slide into the house. The younger Latino, was further savvy about security systems from knowledge imparted to him from participants in previous burglaries, Carlos quickly rushing to disarm the security system downstairs.

Carlos then surreptitiously snuck Max in through the front door, Max having replaced the ladders into the truck in the driveway.

The duo then set about casing the place and getting to know the floor plan, the duo finally ending up in the master bedroom, Carlos having unlocked the “playroom” door from inside it when he gained access to the room through the transom-like smallish upper window.

Along with numerous “toys” and bondage equipment including a sizable amount of red rope, all apparently used by Alex to indulge his kinky fantasies with unsuspecting women, they further came across Alex’s stash of self-filmed vids of Alex banging numerous women with or without their consent unclear.

Since they had several hours before Alex was due home, Max plopped the vids into a dvd player whereupon the duo whooped with laughter as views of Alex’s own completely naked athletic bod was evident throughout with Alex depicted teasing and tickling women to orgasm while bound in the “playroom” or after having been “hog-tied” with some of the red rope kept in the “playroom” and then fucking and sodomizing them.

Max and Carlos had little to no interest in the women depicted in the vids, but elbowed each other as they guffawed at the fact that the vids gave great views of Alex’s own rampant cock, cum-filled hairy balls, and winking hairhaloed hole as Alex pumped away for the camera, massive cum shots included. Max and Carlos were in fact gay themselves and ate up the contents of the vids, especially the great views of the naked rich asshole, none other than Alexander Fucking Van Owen, the very bastard who had evicted them and gentrified their old neighborhood!

Max informed Carlos that they had a “gold mine” there- that Van Owen would never want the world to see or even know about his kinky sex life or have his own naked bod downloaded to the Internet and viewed by millions of people most notably by an appreciative audience of Latino viewers. Most likely the vids could be edited to focus only on Van Owen, but even if they were never actually shared with anyone other than the Latino duo themselves, the blackmail potential to have a “hold” over the arrogant, finger-snapping asshole Alex Van Owen was priceless in and of itself. Alex would pay a fortune to keep that stuff under wraps! The duo need not even contemplate a burglary after all (other than the incriminating vids that is). They could milk Van Owen (literally and figuratively) for years given the power the possession of the vids had bestowed upon them.

The duo’s reverie about their future riches was interrupted, however, when they heard the front door slam and someone climbing up the stairs to the second floor.

As Max and Carlos peered through the door to the master bedroom which they had opened to a tiny crack, they were startled to see a 6′ 2″, muscular suntanned white dude with close-cropped dirty-blond crew-cut hair wearing a preppy-looking white short-sleeved Ralph Lauren knit polo shirt that hugged his suntanned torso and some Guess blue jeans that did likewise to a humpy ass, as Max and Carlos exchanged “What the Fuck!?” glances.

As the boner-worthy figure swept past them and proceeded towards one of the other bedrooms, they heard the drop-dead-gorgeous dude pause partway down the hall and bark into his cell phone “That’s right. This is Prescott Baker McKenzie III so you better hop to it! Not to mention the fact that my Uncle Alex is none other than Alexander Van Owen of Van Owen Development, Inc.? So don’t fuck around with me, got it? We can buy and sell you, you poorass dumbshit! So have it fucking delivered as ordered or there’ll be hell to pay! Goodbye, asshole!” before storming down the hall and into a bedroom beyond.

Max and Carlos had wondered who the handsome young dude was in a family photo montage downstairs, but putting 2 and 2 together they now deduced that the ones depicting that dude were of none other than the arrogant “Prescott Baker McKenzie III” they had just encountered, who from the downstairs pictures apparently was a star athlete and frat President (a veritable Big Man On Campus or “BMOC”) at a local university that catered to other “spoiled children” with entitlement issues.

After an exchange of further glances Max and Carlos winked at each other going “are you thinking what I’m thinking?” whereupon they returned to “Uncle Alex’s” “playroom” to grab a quantity of the red rope “Uncle Alex” had put to use on the women depicted in his stash of vids.

They then saw through the tiny crack in the master bedroom door that the drop-dead-handsome Prescott had emerged from the bedroom down the hall (this time sans cell phone) and was on his way to go back downstairs for something whereupon Max and Carlos “jumped” him from behind and dragged him into the master bedroom, the muscular dude literally kicking and screaming with outrage, but given the element of surprise and their combined surprising strength the duo of muscular Latino landscapers was able to get the best of the athletic young heartthrob, as they bodily threw Prescott onto the floor of the master bedroom, the only viable escape route being the master bedroom door that the Latino duo effectively blocked.

Max announced that this was a “home invasion robbery” whereupon Carlos whipped out a switchblade and threatened to cut the handsome Prescott to pieces unless he complied with their orders.

“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU TWO POORASS BEANERS WANT? MONEY? WHY DON’T YOU WORK FOR A LIVING IF YOU WANT TO BUY STUFF, YOU FUCKING ILLEGALS!? AND, WHEW! DON’T YOU BEANERS EVER SHOWER? I CAN SMELL THAT BEANER SWEAT FROM OVER HERE!” fumed an outraged Prescott.

“Just do as we say, asshole! For your information, if we are sweaty it’s because, unlike your privileged, lazy ass, we actually DO physical labor, not live off daddy’s trust fund! But we accept donations- so empty you pockets, asshole!” replied Max.

“FUCK YOU, YOU FUCKIN’ ILLEGALS!! JUST YOU WAIT TILL MR. TRUMP BUILDS THAT WALL!!” yelled Prescott, impotently.

A further lunge of Carlos with the switchblade and Prescott nonetheless emptied his pockets, his wallet, the keys to his red Ferrari, and some spare change all placed on a side table. “Satisfied, assholes? asked Prescott, smirking with facetiousness. “Let’s get this over with- I have a hot date tonight!” went on Prescott.

“You’re not going fucking anywhere for quite some time, asshole! We’re gonna tie your ass up while we rob the place! And, to make sure even if you are able to get free that you won’t get far- strip down to your fuckin’ shorts, asshole!”

“WHAT THE FUCK!!?? NO FUCKIN’ WAY, ASSHOLES! YOU LAY A HAND ON ME AND I’LL FUCKIN’ KILL YOU BOTH!! AND NO WAY I’M GONNA DROP MY FUCKIN’ DRAWERS FOR SOME POORASS BEANER ILLEGALS!!!” growled an outraged Prescott (The very idea-unthinkable!!!) “STRIP TO YOUR SHORTS, NOW OR WE’LL FUCKIN’ RIP ALL YOUR CLOTHES OFF FOR YOU!!! YOUR CHOICE- TO YOUR SHORTS OR WE’LL LEAVE YOU NAKED AS A JAYBIRD!!” yelled Max in reply.

Mortified at the thought of such an undignified fate as to be seen completely naked in front of the Latino self-described home invaders, Prescott grumbled that “THIS IS FUCKIN’ RIDICULOUS!- BUT IF IT GETS IT OVER WITH SOONER RATHER THAN LATER, THEN OK! BUT JUST HURRY IT THE FUCK UP!! I GOT THAT BOOTY CALL TONIGHT, SO HURRY!” “ordered” a beaten Prescott.

Glaring with rage, Prescott stared daggers at the 2 detested Latino miscreants, whereupon he pulled his white form-fitting Ralph Lauren polo shirt over his handsome, dirty-blond crew-cut head revealing his dampish dirty blond-haired armpits in so doing as well as his broad, suntanned muscular torso and 6-pack abs, dirty-blond hair lightly fanning out over the planes of the Greek God’s perfect chest and circling his pink nips which grew erect upon being exposed to the cooler air of the room.

“Now the jeans, socks and shoes!” ordered Max.

Prescott then fumingly unbuckled his belt and unhitched and unzipped his jeans, yanking them down the length of his long, suntanned-dirty-blondhaired legs, followed by his shoes and socks, leaving the hotshot now clad only in his grey cotton Armani boxer briefs. Before Prescott knew what was happening the Latino duo then suddenly pounced on him, the duo perfectly “hog-tying” the growling with rage Prescott just as “Uncle Alex” had done to so many women, left on his stomach on the floor with his wrists roped together, his muscular arms tied to his sides, and his ankles roped together with a length of rope binding his tied wrists to his tied ankles with his bare feet in the air, the red rope further being used to “gag” Prescott’s mouth, muting his profane outrage at his predicament, Prescott fittingly looking like a hog tied down for slaughter, squealing in outrage and rolling around on the floor on his stomach his bare feet and hands futilely flexing and wriggling to try to get free.

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    scotts60143 - January 7, 2018, 6:07 pm

    Great first chapter. Love the way they got a hold of the nephew and got him tied up in his underwear before even getting to the main attraction. Can’t wait until uncle Alex gets home!!

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