his head stopped swimming, he found himself spreadeagled to the wall of the trailer. Pain wracked every part of his hard, naked body. His skull felt like it was about to explode from the cussion that had kept him in a daze, floating in and out of sciousness. Quinn knew he had taken a beating but had no memory of the punishment being inflicted on him. Apparently the roadies had worked him over relentlessly for hours while he was semi-scious.
Quinn looked down at his body to ihe damage. His perfectly chiseled 8-pack abs were beet-red and throbbing, the result of an hour of non-stop gutpung. When he looked below his ag stomach, he saw that his genitals were pletely hairless; the roadies had shaved him from armpits to crotch. Ugly red welts crisscrossed his chest, thighs, buttocks, and upper arms where someone had thrashed him repeatedly with a belt or whip. His nipples were red and enlarged, and one was slightly bleeding; Quinn guessed that he had been wearing tit-clamps for at least part of his ordeal.
Then Quinn realized his thighs were coated with a sticky residue and when he looked straight down, he saw puddles of cum on the floor. Later, he learhat the roadies had taken turns and juiced him a total of six times over the course of his beating, the last forced asm indug screams of agony.
All of this passed through Quinn' s mind in a sed as he tried to gather his wits. He tried pulling his arms free, but the velcro bonds around his wrists were too thick to snap and he only succeeded in thrashing his battered body against the steel wall of the trailer. His head snapped bad he suddenly remembered his little brother Derek!
As Quinn' s head cleared and his eyes adjusted to the dimly lit interior, he could see that Scott and Steve were both spreadeagled and handcuffed to the bars of the cage at the end of the trailer, also looking as if they had been through hell. Their naked bodies showed the same signs of abuse - reddened abs, whip marks, br