ready, already stripped and cocks Viagra-hard and throbbing. He nodded once again to the big man and the three greasy beaners pounced on the helpless boy and proceeded to severely ravage him. They placed a log under the boy so that they could double fuck him, propping his ass up and pulling his head back so that they had a better angle at his mouth. The boy made wonderful gagging and choking sounds and the rancheros' big cocks made the boy squeal loudly when they fucked his ass. The boy's head was bent so far back at times with a big ranchero dick in his throat that the fat man was sure that he could look back and see another ranchero fucking him in the ass! He thought his neck would break several times. But the boy deserved it and the fat man sweatily filmed each and every last violation.

After just less than ninety minutes time, the men were pouring water over themselves and the boy, scraped, burned and bruised, lay panting in the back of the trailer. He had endured a punishing and savage assault along with the whipping. By the fat man's estimation the boy had reached orgasm five separate times and yet the depraved sex dog's pinga was still as long and hard as a metal pipe! He was even starting to look through the magazines again and stroke that big pinga of his! The boy was still clearly still under the influence of the aphrodisiacs. He couldn't help but marvel at this boy's energy. He had been thoroughly dehumanized and humiliated and yet he looked to be ready for more!

The heat of the desert was sapping him and his men's strength, but the work was unfinished. He wasn't going to be defeated. It was simple. The fat man wasn't through with the boy's lesson yet. The boy needed further punishment. He needed to tame this young, animal-like creature. Conquer that wild, beast-like force that would surely destroy the young man. He told himself that it was his moral obligation to totally dominate the boy and beat all resistance out of him. The whip needed to be put to use again, but harder. Maybe some work with the electricity, and there was still the horse, and the rock that the boy would be lashed to...

Stay Tuned Hombres...