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My brother Peter was a year older than me. He had taken a gap year before starting at university, and had been working on an urban support project in Chile. I intended to go straight to uni from school, so we would both start together. That summer I flew out to Santiago as we had made plans to tour Chile, Peru and Bolivia. We kept well off the tourist route, traveling by local trains and busses, staying at cheap hotels and hostels. After going north along the coast we crossed into Peru, eventually arriving at Lima. We left the Peruvian capital and turned east, traveling on ramshackle trains and buses towards the Bolivian border. We intended to cross into Bolivia at a small border crossing that closed at night, and planned to arrive there about an hour before the checkpoint closed. However, our bus decided to overheat and we had to wait while the driver carried out repairs to the cooling hose and refilled the system with water. Ataşehir Escort This put us nearly two hours behind schedule, and upon arriving at the border point we found it closed for the night. Pete was confidant that if we just ducked under the barrier we could enter Bolivia without any trouble. The buildings on both sides of the border looked deserted, so I agreed to take a chance. What we didn’t notice was that on the Bolivian side of the border there were two sentry boxes, and each one was occupied by an armed sentry. We were suddenly looking into the business end of two rifles. The soldiers forced us into their barrack room where we were surrounded by another five soldiers. The soldiers were all about the same age as us, we found out later that they were conscripts. After closing up for the night most of them were in the process of taking a shower, so we were surrounded by a group Ataşehir Escort Bayan of teenage soldiers, most of whom were just wearing their boxer shorts or had towels wrapped around them. Only one of the spoke decent English and he told us that his name was Pablo. He also told us that their officer had gone home for the night and they had no one to turn to for advice. The soldiers spoke among themselves in Spanish for some time, discussing what to do with us. They gave us a drink, which tasted funny, which we later found out was a powerful aphrodisiac. Pablo told us that they needed to check if we were carrying drugs or other contraband. We stood still while the Bolivians went through our backpacks, without finding anything untoward. Then he told us to strip naked for a more personal search. I was quite worried standing there, surrounded by half naked conscripts, who watched us as Escort Ataşehir we took all our clothes off. The next thing that we had to do was to bend over a large table and pull out bum cheeks apart for a cavity search. Hands were everywhere, groping our legs and cocks, as well as our asses. All seven of the soldiers took part in this and, whilst I had fears for our safety, I was starting to get extremely horny. There was more discussion among the troops, which continued until Pablo looked at us and said, “We realize that you are not drug smugglers, but trying to enter our country illegally is a serious crime and you have to be punished. As our officer is not here, we have decided to let you go in the morning, provided you entertain us tonight.” I was nearly frantic with worry, but my brother Peter looked quite relaxed about the situation and was sporting the start of an erection, the sight of which amused our watching soldiers. Pablo told my brother to sit on a chair, whilst I had to lie over his lap. He was then ordered to start spanking me. Pablo kept saying “Harder, Harder,” as my elder brother set about turning my bottom a bright red. Eventually, we changed places and it was my turn to attack his ass with the flat of my hand.
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