Victor patiently explained.“Simon, when you get out. What are you going to do first?”“Get out? Vic, I’m in here for ... hey, I don’t even kn...w how long. Shit...”“What?”“I have no idea how long I’m stuck in this shithole. Damn, that sucks.”“Yeah, it changes you, right?”“Yeah. Vic, to be honest, I don’t think that I’ll ever get out of here,” I answered in a dejected tone.“Stop, Simon. Okay?” He turned around, looking appalled. “Of course, we’re going to get out. Our embassy...”“Vic, there is no. Until the car died.Stupid me, the city kid. I never thought of it, and was merrily sailing along, talking and laughing, without a care or a thought for anything as mundane as the gas level. And it wasn`t even the corny old trick of running out on purpose.So we got out, looked around, and realized from the weeds and grass growing on the road that there wasn`t exactly a steady flow of traffic that would be showing up any time soon. I wasn`t even positive we were on the right road. Of course, in a. But I was beat shooting that huge load into his mouth drained me. So he stood on his knees cleaning my cock of all the cum around it with his tongue. We laid down with me on top of him (still completely naked) and made out for 10 minutes. After 10 minutes his younger brother ran in and jumped on top of us. Luckily the room was dark and we were covered by blankets. The oldest wrapped the younger one in the blanket long enough for me to get my clothes back on and then we switched so he could put. His knuckles cracked loudly in the silence of the night. I knew this beating would be worse than the others. At this point I would be lucky to be alive when he had finished venting in the form of violent kicks and punches. The second blow landed in my stomach. I made a small noise in my throat. My stomach swirled in madness and worked its way up my esophagus. Everything I had eaten and even things I hadn’t came up. I saw blood swirled in the mess. His fingers grabbed at my hair pulling me up.