, but leaving his mid-se open. With surprising swiftness, Ben moved in and hammered a serious of bination jabs into Quinn' s ribs. Quinn backed off, fav his throbbing side, and tried to throw on a bearhug to slow Ben down. But Ben anticipated his move aly grabbed Quinn' s wrist, twisting his arm agonizingly behind him and shoving Quinn forcefully into the wall of the trailer. Quinn' s face smashed against the trailer wall, and as he twisted around and tried to clear his head, Ben moved in and started pounding Quinn' s abs with devastatis and rights.
Quinn desperately tried to catch his breath but Ben wouldn' t relent, tinuing his throttling assault. The hammer-like blows to his solar plexus drove all the air from his lungs instantly. Quinn' s arms dropped helplessly to his sides as Ben tio pound his gut. Derek gasped with horror as he saw the look in Quinn' s eyes that told him the fight had been lost. ", Quin him, get off the wall."
But it was too late. Ben backed off, smiling. Quinn looked into Ben' s unfling eyes, uo even lift his arms to protect himself. "Nighty night, pig," said Ben, smiling, and threpercut that started at his knees aed solidly with Quinn' s jaw. Quinn spun to the floor as the lights went out. Food measure, Ben leaned down, grabbed Quinn by the hair, and roughly slammed his head into the steel floor of the trailer. "Lights out, big boy," he said chug.
Quinn moaned in a semi-scious stupor, vaguely aware of what was happening to him. He half-felt rough hands pull off his Nikes ahe socks off his feet. Then someone was turning him over and fumbling with the buttons and fly of his jeans; he felt the rough denim fabric being dragged down the length of his legs and off his body. When he rolled bato his stomad felt his cock ect with the clammy floor of the trailer, he realized that his boxers were gooo. At that point, Quinn passed in and out of awareness for the several hours…
When Quinn finally regained full sciousness and