on a cooler. He extracted a large, icy glass bottle, turned it upside down several times, then poured it into a large plastic cup with a long straw in it, which he used to further mix the Viagra-laced beer. This he brought to the cab of the van, along with four bottles of the same mixture and passed them out to the others. The boy's cries were getting louder and more desperate with each passing minute, the men more and more aroused. The men swigged from the bottles of aphrodisiac cerveza as they watched the boy beg and squirm and then one of the men took the plastic cup with the straw and let the writhing boy gratefully suck it down. The greasy ranchero then brought out a small glass vial from the glove compartment and poured the crystalline contents onto a compact mirror. He laid out three medium sized lines and one large one. The rancheros each sucked one greedily up their noses and then they stuck a straw in the boy's nose and the mirror under his face (after wiping the sweat off) and let him awkwardly snuffle it up his nose. The fat man declined to take the drug (which was odd, considering his hatred of drugs that he let his men consume them. But then, for what was about to take place, he wanted the men to be as energetic as possible).

After several mighty snorts, the boy slowly came back to life and tentatively started his humping motions again. The shade and sweat pouring from his body directly under him had cooled the asphalt from scorching to merely hot. The drugs slowly took effect and soon the boy was flouncing around in ecstasy rather than agony, turned on by the idea of being helplessly lashed down and defiled on the sizzling pavement under the radioactive desert sun by four soiled and dangerous Mexicans. Once more the boy worked himself into a vigorous, drug-induced, orgiastic revelry, looking around to each man to make sure they were watching, spasmodically propelling his fat, long rod onto the fiery desert roadway with complete abandon. He scarcely felt the pain of the searing heat under and above him or from the ropes that bound his hands behind his back and ankles to the stakes.

The fat man stared at the boy's exertions in wonder and amazement. He grabbed his camera and started filming. His own arousal was growing more and more intense along with a feeling of self-loathing for even becoming excited. He could see that the men were becoming powerfully excited as well and he wouldn't be able to control them much longer. The greased, nude boy was getting very close to orgasm again, mouth open and panting, glazed eyes wild and out of focus. He zoomed in on the boy's crazed, rapturous face and then back out so as to capture the unleashed fury of the boy's collisions. Electric, demonic energy violently crashing the boy's muscular, shiny, tight ass and straining cock down to the pavement. The boy loved being watched and filmed! The fat man circled around for a better angle. Just as the boy was reaching orgasm the man turned to the big, acne scarred ranchero who was standing behind the boy, horsewhip in hand and called, "Now!"

The big ranch hand reached back then threw forward and a loud whip-crack echoed against the rocks as the boy cried, "AAAHHHH!!!"

The whip's lash had found its mark just above the boy's bound hands in the center of his back, right