Colombian Drug Dealer is Assaulted by an Addict

Gabriel is a 29-year-old man with brown skin full of tattoos, he is quite tall, his face is rounded, he has yellowish and crooked teeth, which, however, do not diminish his attractiveness because of his masculine features and gestures, he is quite thin due to daily deliveries on his bike, his every day cardio, but in turn that has given him quite shaped legs and butt, his arms are a little less muscular, his abdominal is flat and strong. He was born in Cali, Colombia. Throughout his life he never had a real job, he started selling drugs at a very young age and developed a profession with it, he knows the business quite a bit and in turn he has managed to get some contacts that help him find cheaper merchandise ; He prefers to sell to his acquaintances or people he trusts to avoid problems with the law, but from time to time he also makes clients in squares and alleys to desperate addicts, who, although difficult to deal with, mean a fairly high income of money.

That day he goes through some alleys in downtown at dawn with an angry face, as has happened so many times, one of those addicts has not paid him what he owes, although he almost always charges them in advance, for those who have bought drugs from him for years or have fallen into addiction for one reason or another, he opens accounts for them that go up and up and they must constantly pay, it is a system that guarantees a constant inflow of cash, but which in turn forces him to confront them, every three months or so, he goes to one of these idiots and beats them up, warning them that if he doesn't get his money soon, it would be worse, it has worked for him since he is quite strong and skilled at defending himself by years of training on the streets, he's even gone so far as to punch a couple of idiots to death who didn't make the money. This day is especially important, because he had lost a considerable amount of money with some prostitutes that he usually hires, only that a week ago he had gone out of hand, and the worst thing is that he must pay his supplier that same night, if he does not want to become the beaten one this time.

He gets off his bike in a dark alley, he's wearing black shorts, one of those with waterproof fabric, it's very tight so it shows his big thighs, he's also wearing a black sleeveless shirt and dark sports boots, he walks into the street without exit, there are many drug addicts lying over there, some of them sitting on the floor on mats, others hiding behind garbage cans, but no one approaches Gabriel, he is known around the place and they know they will get in trouble if they try anything, the young man has a gun in his pocket just in case someone gets too smart, he leaves the bike chained to the side and approaches a guy who is sitting on a bench with his eyes lost, his name is Anderson, years ago he was a pretty decent engineering student, but then after entering the world of cocaine everything turned upside down, he dropped out of university and now he lives taking drugs daily submerged in a world of fantasy, Gabriel opened an account for him months ago and although he had been paying him on time, for a few weeks he haven’t seen any of his money, just a few days ago he received a good beating from the Colombian, who punched his face, warning him that he should have the payment for today, the good thing is that the drug addict had obtained the money, the bad thing is that he already spent it to another dealer with a drug called crocodile that was much more powerful, but also more addictive, in just a few days it had destroyed his mind to the point that the man of only 32 years could no longer be recognized, both for the scars on his face, as for his insane attitude.

He is sitting inhaling some powder with his back to Gabriel when he hears him speaking to him.

-What's up bro, what are doing now? I don't remember selling you anything – Gabriel claims.

The addict turns his face in fear and stares at him with wide eyes.

-Do not come near, I am protected by an aura - says the madman with an angry voice.

-Oh, what are you talking about, brother, what the fuck, look, do you have the money? Answer – Gabriel tells him without any patience.

-GET AWAY – the guy yells, getting up from the bench and walking away a few steps in a very cold sweat.

-Come here you idiot, give me the money - Gabriel tells him, approaching.

-I don't have money, I don't have anything bro, go away. - The guy says with a calm voice.

A fist crosses the air and embeds the addict in his nose, followed by three others, knocking him to the ground, Anderson opens his eyes again in surprise and begins to scream like a madman saying unintelligible things, Gabriel approaches and kicks him in the stomach, which leaves the guy gasping for air, despite everything he gets up off the ground with an indomitable force caused by the mental state in which the drug has him. Gabriel pounces on him, hitting him all over his body, the addict bleeds, but continues to resist and scream.

-Stop being an idiot; give me the money - Gabriel tells him with deep anger.

The addict remains motionless for a few seconds without air and bleeding all over his face, Gabriel stops for a few moments to analyze the situation, he stares at him with his arms crossed, his legs are wide open, and then, out of nowhere, the addict raises his leg with all his might, managing to impact the dealer's fat crotch with his thin knee, his bone crushes that pair of testicles as if they were clay, deforming them inside the tight shorts, the Colombian screams and pushes the addict to the ground again, at first anger covers his pain, and he takes the opportunity to continue kicking the addict, but as the seconds go by, he realizes that the feeling is already unbearable, a current rises from his genitals more and more intensely, leaving him without air, then he covers his balls and kneels there rubbing them, he's impressed, he doesn't understand how just one blow could have knocked him down without a chance to react, when he tries to get up the pain is so strong that it forces him to kneel again, he hits his face to the asphalt and his ass points to the other direction, while his hands continue to cover his soft areas.

Out of nowhere the addict gets up, surrounds Gabriel and then he puts his hand between the dealer's buttocks, despite his resistance, he manages to take one of his testicles from behind, precisely the one that was most injured, and then he begins to squeeze it with a will of iron, the Colombian tries to get away while screaming, but it is impossible, the hand has closed as if it were a pliers in his testicle, the squeeze is so strong that he cannot let go, soon the whole hand covers the fat balls of Gabriel, who rolls on the ground and moves his limbs, the gun slips and rolls into a sewer, the addict is so drugged that he doesn't stop in his torture, he rolls with him on the ground and moves in a very uncomfortable way, but he never loses his grip, when Gabriel can't take it anymore he stays there motionless, Anderson brings his face close to the guy's crotch and he bites it with all his might, drawing blood from his genitals, the boy gives a ferocious scream and then he starts to cry, then the crazy man pulls down his pants and sticks his fingers in the guy's hole, in his lethargy he imagined that was where he kept the drugs.

The finger moves inside Gabriel's rectum, violating it, but finds nothing there, that's when he turns around and looks at the bag that the dealer was carrying, he takes it and runs away, inside there is all the merchandise to be sold and a large amount of cash. Anderson goes out of the alley, leaving the dealer well beaten.

Gabriel stays an hour there deprived of crying, by the time he can get up, he walks with a limp and grabbing his balls towards his bicycle, but he realizes that he left the key to the lock in his bag, for which he goes walking with difficulty before the stunned look of all the other addicts, just when he is halfway down the avenue his cell phone rings, he takes it and looks at the number of his gang leader, then he answers.

-What is it man? Where are you? Do you already have your share? - asks a man from the other side of the line.

-I couldn't boss, they robbed me, I'm walking down the main avenue, I've lost everything, I'm sorry, please send help – Gabriel tells him almost crying.

Another 15 minutes pass before a car pulls up next to him and pulls him inside.

…

It wasn't the first time Gabriel had missed a payment, for which he would have to face the consequences.

He is bound with chains naked in the middle of a room, they have laid him on a stretcher and his legs are raised in a V position, his brown and protruding buttocks are expanded leaving his hole and balls exposed, his thin abdomen is a little contracted and has a chain on his neck, which prevents him from moving his face, as well as his legs and arms. Then a dark-haired guy enters the room, he is just as tall as Gabriel, but more robust, the boss approaches Gabriel complaining about his uselessness, and then he sticks a pole up his ass, penetrating the Colombian painfully while he screams, the boss leaves the stick there and then pulls out another chain, with which he begins to hit the guy's abdomen and chest, leaving his skin red, then he notices his bleeding genitals, the boss smiles malevolently and begins to lash him with the metal right in his nuts, one after another the impacts they finish destroying the male, until his testicles are nothing but a misshapen mass.