Poor Ralph. If only he hadn't ticked off the cheer-leading team. he might had still been able to keep his arms. Not to mention his legs, his eyes, his hearing, and his dick. he might had been out on the field with his teammates, not being fucked by them hard in the locker room. he might had been flashing his pretty white teeth, not have them pulled out so they had another hole to fuck. He could be home right now, getting ready for dinner, not be full up on cum and piss in his stomach. the coach would then take him home, and use him up afterwards, and get rid of him later.