After being beaten and stretched to his breaking point while face-up on the torture table, Wes Morales is flipped over on to his stomach, his ankles strapped to the same eye-hook on one end of the table and his wrists cuffed to the winch on the opposite wall. Of all the Marines, none has a finer ass, two mounds of muscle so firm, so smooth and white they resemble globes of alabaster marble. Even a slight movement makes the cheeks flex. They beat that ass until it is bright red, demanding information the young Marine refuses to give, even when they stretch him once again to his breaking point and whip his perfect, muscular flesh even harder.
VIDEO at Dream Boy Bondage
Title: Wes Morales: U.S. Marine – Chapter 6
