The asshole made some effort to wriggle himself free. But Spetznaz’ grip on the scruff of his neck just tightened, the prick could get no purchase, he had no arms. He was trapped in Spetznaz’ hold.
“Know the rules, we do, us commandos.”
Spetznaz gave a sudden tug on his neck. Yanking the sucker’s head around to face him. The trapped body next to him gave back an annoyed struggle to break free. But Spetznaz ignored the defiant gestures, just carried on with their little tete-a-tete.
“Stage One .. I ask. Stage Two .. you refuse. Stage Three .. I hurt you. Persuade you to think again.”
Grunting into the effort, the stubborn black wriggled himself freedom from the grip on his neck. But Spetznaz didn’t give a toss. He let the prick have his little win.
“That’s how it works. Rules of the game.”
Spetznaz let him wallow in his little victory. But to reassert his dominance over the asshole, Spetznaz threw the black a power pose. Arms up, biceps peaked. Just to let this prick see he was not the only one throwing muscle around.
“Wasting my breath ….”
He grinned back out of the double-bicep hold.
“ … that’s what you’re thinking, bro. Ain’t it?”
He smirked .. guessing their kindred spirits had made contact. Feeling similarly that men built like them .. conditioned like them .. they didn’t give in so easily. Both thinking, Ain’t easy fucking with an SF bro.
“You thinking I’m wasting my time …?”
Willingly Spetznaz let it go .. he nodded in agreement .. tables turned, he’d have been thinking the same. But his fingertips gave a sudden unannounced jab into the ebony abs .. rewarded by a sharp grimace. The earlier beatings had left their mark. This prick WAS hurting.
“You ain’t gonna talk. Are you, bro? That’s what you’re telling yourself.”
His mouth was right on the sucker’s ear.
“Am I right? Or am I right?”
Spetznaz sniggered. Reacting in annoyance, the black sucker yanked himself backwards. Putting what little distance he had left to him between the pair of them. Spetznaz didn’t give a fuck. This prick had no choice .. if Spetznaz wanted it, there was no avoiding contact .. whatever the black asshole thought.
“Wasting my breath .. aren’t I? Asking you questions ….”
He nodded .. grinning.
“ … ‘cause guys like us .. we just don’t talk. Do we?”
Spetznaz changed tack. He came at his black muscle-head from another direction. A hand spread itself over the prick’s left pec. The thumb stroked at the upper part of the solid muscle. Fingers went massaging into the solid muscle-ridge underneath. He felt the annoyance shiver on the asshole’s skin. Despite his cool, the black was irritated by getting mauled.
“Know what? Motherfucker? I agree.”
A finger separated. The middle finger running back and forward over the asshole’s nipple. Pawing him. Irritating him Because the sucker knew he could do shit-all about it. Going to have to put up with this. Couldn’t do anything else.
Gloating, Spetznaz whispered into the ear by his mouth.
“Couldn’t agree with you more.”
Angry the black’s torso wriggled himself free of the mauling. Spetznaz finger’s slid off the nipple. But a second later it was back. Anger and emotions were already firming up the nub.
“Questioning you? What’s the fucking point?”
Spetznaz finger’s reached in under the pec. Gave it an extra-good goading grope.
“Why am I bothering asking questions? Not gonna answer me. Are you, dude?”
The black eyed him straight. He didn’t say a word. He didn’t have to.
“Quite!” Spetznaz agreed.
“So we’re not going to waste our fucking time.”
Spetznaz saw the black frown. Spetznaz had expected that confusion. His game had planted that reaction. But if the asshole thought that Spetznaz was talking about a quick bullet in the back of his close-cropped head .. the asshole would have to think again.
“What’s the point? Me asking the same question over-and-over again. You repeatedly telling me to go fuck myself?”
“Where’s that getting us?”
Spetznaz was enjoying the look of suspicion on the black’s rugged face. The black feeling confused .. wondering he wasn’t going to get tortured? The black feeling uncertainty. Unsure if he was getting a bullet to his head?
“So my idea is …. we short-circuit the gig. Get right down to the fucking point.”
Spetznaz laid out his plan.
“No Stage One – no questions. Forget Stage Two — no telling me where to go fuck myself. Straight to Stage Three.”
Spetznaz ran his finger over the black’s nipple. It was hard. Solid with nerves. He knew he was getting through.
Straight to Stage Three: I hurt you.
“No questions. No futile answers. We just beat the fuck out of you. We put the squeeze on you till you can barely breathe.”
He was calmly laying out the plan of action.
“We squeeze the pips on your black fucking skin till you beg to be topped. Plead for the bullet in the head.”
He nodded. Then he reminded Kwesi.
“Just Stage Three. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Nothing else. Without a break.”
He noticed the black asshole was not shaking him off now .. even though he had stroked his nipple-nerves to solid. The sucker was paying attention. He was hearing the threats.
“The guys here …”
Spetznaz indicated over his shoulder to his pair of goons.
“ … they beat the crap out of you. Hurt you, motherfucker .. No questions .. No stupid answers. No wasting my breath. Just hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt.”
Spetznaz looked his prisoner straight in the eye.
“Straight to the fucking point.”
The firmness of Spetznaz’ gaze made it clear .. this was no idle threat. Spetznaz didn’t fuck around with idle threats.
“Beat you. Squeeze the fuck out of you. Hurt you .. till keeping quiet isn’t worth it anymore.”
Spetznaz squeezed in under the solid pec muscle. His free fingers taunted a final move .. squeezing down on a nerve-erect nipple.
“And when you’re ready .. you can give me the word.”
A fingernail grated over the aroused nub.
“THEN we’ll talk.”
Spetznaz glanced over his shoulder.
“Over to you, boys. This sucker’s all yours.”