ears. At first the boy was grossed out but soon the fat man started inducing the boy to hump the fat man's pants in the crotch. Soon the boy responded with the same vigor he had shown in the trailer, but with his hands tied behind him he was forced to respond to whatever the fat man demanded of him. After some minutes of this he pushed the boy onto his knees and whipped out his own hard cock and proceeded to jack-hammer his face. The boy coughed and gagged on the sizable schlong, his eyes and forehead slapping the man's enormous belly. As his hands were tied, he couldn't stop the fat man from two-handing his head and forcing his cock all the way down his throat. As soon as the fat man reached orgasm, he threw the boy down on the dirt. The boy looked up eyes agog, pupils huge and still very turned on and slowly started to hump the rocky ground as if seeking permission.

The fat man walked over and stepped on the boy's head, ground his boot in and said, “You are corrupt and immoral. I will teach you the meaning of these words!"

The boy winced but continued to slowly pump the ground, pretending to struggle against the rope tying his hands. The wonderful ecstasy from the drugs and the humping action of his cast iron boner was keeping the pain at bay.

As this was going on one of the men moved to the front of the truck and sledge-hammered two fat metal stakes into the asphalt of the road, ten feet apart. Another of the men led the horse out of the trailer and led him over to the hippo-rock and proceeded to hammer four more fat metal stakes into various parts of it. The greasy ranchero wrestled the boy to his feet and manhandled him to the front of the van, his huge, stiff cock smacking at his body. He tripped the boy facedown and he landed with a whopping sound on the fiery asphalt between the stakes and proceeded to tie the boy’s ankles securely to the two stakes. Soon, the boy was squirming and flouncing and crying out because of the blazing heat emanating from the lava-like asphalt, his legs tied tight and spread wide, arms and hands bound behind his back. He pleaded and begged and nearly cried and asked repeatedly what he had done wrong. His body shone with perspiration and the greasy Mexican poured more oil on his back, tight ass, and legs. The boy's lithe, muscular body glinted from the sun's reflection, writhing in contractions and spasms. The scarred, dirty ranchero lovingly rubbed and squeezed the boy's ass and said mock-soothing words in Spanish and reached under the boy to stroke his cock as he spread the oil in an almost tender fashion. All the while the fat man circled the boy slowly, again and again, with a satisfied leer on his face and severely lecturing him on morality. The poor boy continued to whine and beg and twist on the fiery road. After several minutes of the boy's agony the ranchero looked to the fat man in a questioning way and the fat man tapped his nose, then said, " y cerveza especiale, hombre!" and chuckled.

The greasy ranch hand grinned, gave the boy's squirming buttocks a last, hard squeeze and strolled to the back of the van. Once there, he wiped his hands, then leisurely opened the back doors and lifted the lid