The boy whimpered as Race fucked him mercilessly. Race didn’t really care whether the punk was enjoying it or not, he was fully into a rhythm of hammering his cock into the young theif’s ass. Holding the boy down, as he overpowered him with strength, and began to climax. Just before he was about to bust his nut, he turned the boy around, pushing him down to his knees so that he could witness the full stream of cum raining down on him. Race let out a loud groan, which echoed in the abandoned warehouse and reverberated back to them both. Streams of cum covered the milky white boy’s chest. Looking at the site of it all, made Race smile inside… but he wasn’t going to give the punk the ability to see it. He still had some more frustration to vent. Quickly grabbing his jeans to pull up, and grabbing the boy with the other hand, he pushed the kid towards the stairway where he had chained him before. “Where are we going??”, the kid was freaking out a bit. “Shut up.” Race stated, slapping the kid as he told him to. “I’m not done with you yet.” After shackling him to the drain pipe…. Race was unsure what to do next with the kid. Tony, might have an idea. In fact, Tony might want in on the action of fucking and beating up an amateur. As Race locked the door behind him, he went to grab his phone….. he hoped that Tony would respond to the incoming text.
