Torments increase

After pushing you around some more, one purposefully misses so you fall onto the floor. The one who missed, a large tattooed white man that looks like he belongs more in a biker outfit than the football uniform he is wearing, steps down on your face, pinning you face to the floor with your ass in the air as he yells to one of the others “go get the stuff. It’s time to wrangle this hog!”

You try to squirm, but after your treatment so far you have very little fight left in you. You can barely see one of the men come behind you and **** your flailing arms together behind you, slipping them in a very tight latex sleeve all the way up to your shoulders. They they strap the sleeve shut tight, effectively binding your arms. Without letting you up, he then begins to spank your exposed ass, each hit being harder than the last. You try to squirm to resist, but that just causes the shoe holding your face down to press harder.

After a minute or so of this, when your ass is so red it feels like it’s radiating heat, the shoe lets you up. You are so distracted by the sudden stop of pain and release you don’t notice all the men now have their very large cocks out... or what one of the men is holding.