between the shoulder blades. The boy's tied hands and arms shot upwards and his legs pulled hard against the ropes, butt cheeks constricted, neck taut, eyes bulging, head strained back to face the sky. All traces of ecstasy vanished from his face and every muscle in his body contorted to its limit and he stayed that way for several seconds. A large red welt emerged where the whip had lashed and a small trickle of blood leaked out. The fat man looked back at the ranchero and said, "Bueno, amigo", as the boy sobbed. He was indicating his satisfaction to the degree of the injury, as a horsewhip can literally cut to the bone. He didn't want to hurt the boy too badly, just teach him a lesson he'd never forget. He held up two fingers to the man with the horsewhip and he cracked the whip on the boy's back twice more as the boy cried out again and again. The boy's muscles contracted severely and the fat man thought that he might break the ropes, so taut were the chords that bound him.

After several minutes of whimpering, the boy's body relaxed slightly, and he craned his head around and looked up to the fat man and pleaded, "Please don't let him do that again, Mister. Please!"

But a curious thing happened while he was saying this: the little puto was slowly starting to pump the ground again and as he said it he had developed a mischievous glint in his eyes that was unmistakable! The boy actually liked it! The little son of a whore wanted more! "please!!" the boy whispered doubtfully, as his butt wiggled faster. "no....mooore!!" Almost smiling this time! If the little porn star wanted more, he'd surely give it to him!! The fat man looked to the greasy ranchero again and held up both hands to indicate ten more lashes. The ranchero leered with satisfaction.

The big ranchero's crater-face pinched in concentration, then he reared back and lashed the boy again and again and again, taking a moment after each whipping action to relish his work. "UUNHH!!" the boy cried after each slash. Each succeeding crack of the horsewhip seemed to further galvanize the boy into a more insanely furious attack on the baking desert road. The look on the boy's face as each lash whacked him was one of pure, untamed ecstasy. The boy's shiny body bounced around as if electrified! The fat man sweated profusely as he continued to film. Surely the boy's heart couldn't stand such an exertion! This thought made the fat man so aroused that he tore off his clothes and flopped onto the naked boy's back and rammed his throbbing pinga into the boy without mercy. The boy cried out and the fat man reached up and twisted his prisoner's face around to cover his fat lips over the boy's mouth and jam his swollen tongue in. The boy's spread legs made for an easy access point but his ass was delightfully tight and his covered mouth made whimpering sounds with each of the fat man's thrusts into him. The weight of the man's body and his fat tongue down his throat made it hard for the boy to breathe which he tried to tell the fat man but he kept his mouth locked onto the boy's and nothing came but muffled sounds. In less than three minutes he emptied his balls into the boy's ass. He could see that the ranch hands were good and