Spetznaz felt he’d have to re-assert his authority over this session. He’d stood back .. he’d let the pair of his guys get on with the job .. after all, who was putting the money in their numbered back accounts?
But a sucker like Kuznetzov, he could get it into his head that breaking the black’s will was all down to them .. what had the boss-man done? Lagunov wouldn’t be a problem .. they went back a long way. But Kuznetzov had a madness about him. Couldn’t trust the fucker as far as you could spit him.
The stud was down on the floor .. groaning after Lagunov had worked him over .. not broken .. but he’d need some time to get his act together. Not planning on letting him off too lightly, Spetznaz dropped on his black backside .. smacking him with another pained cry into the dirt.
Spetznaz eased forward .. straddling the black fucker’s ass. He was sure this asshole was half out-of-it, gonna offer little fight-back, But to make sure .. a jab with a clenched fist to the top of his skull. To keep the prick from managing to find himself, Spetznaz jarred his fist into the prone spine .. smacking the asshole in the back of his neck. The body shuddered underneath his knees .. a sharp grunt spluttered into the earth.
The guys had done a good job .. breaking the black stud’s spirit .. quick and efficient. This softening-up hadn’t wasted too much time .. less than a half-hour. A groan shivered out of the stunned body. The fucker was conscious .. but he’d had a lot of fight punched out of him. But keeping on at him like this .. might not be the best way.
An experienced SF grunt like this .. he had to know .. not coming out of this alive. A bullet in the head was coming his way .. he knew the risks when he signed up.
Given a bit of thinking time .. what’s gonna be playing through his mind? He was a dead-man anyway. What choices? Keep getting fucked over. Having the shit beaten out of him. Knowing .. biology dictated he’d break some time. Or ….. get it over with?
Could his black pig-headedness allow that? Give the fuckers what they wanted to hear? Would he see the light? See the sense in getting this over with? Short-circuit the suffering? Give up what he knew. Bless himself with that short-cut .. move on to that bullet-in-the-head?
Experience told Spetznaz a bit of thinking time did not always go amiss. The black stud need a chance to think things over. See reason. Save himself more suffering. He’d break anyway ….
He’d been mouthy before. Not now. Not after Luganov. The asshole had not been in any position to offer up any more mouth when Spetznaz’ own muscled hide had jumped on him .. He was straddling the prick’s back, one leg either side. The guys had beaten the crap out of the asshole. Crushing the arrogance out of the prick. Beaten the shit out of his strength of mind. After Lagunov had put the squeeze on him, the fool has barely known what had hit him. Suddenly thrown hard face-down in the dirt, flat-out, his arms still tied to the iron bar. Stuck under him. Trapping his fighting spirit under his own weight.
Spetznaz had dropped his weight onto the sucker’s lower back .. the body under him shook but it offered no fight. Just a loud cry .. that wilted away into a prolonged pained groan. Spetznaz was straddling the prick’s torso, sitting on him .. his weight on his ass pinning him down .. a foot either side of his waist .. his backside resting on the asshole’s hips. Beneath him he had an inert broad muscled back glistening with sweat. An acre of strength and daunting muscle power .. now broken by overwhelming might .. laid inert in the dirt.
Spetznaz rubbed his own sweaty hands on his pants and leaned forward. He slid one hand around the asshole’s face. His fingers slicking in the viscous sweat on the prick’s cheeks. Sliding his other hand around. Spetznaz joined them together in a steely grip around the asshole’s jaw .. tight clutched together under his chin. Still the asshole offered no fight-back .. too out-of-it to sense the impending threat.
Spetznaz felt the heat. Leaning forward over him. Rising hot and suffocating off the sucker’s back .. Spetznaz could feel the sweat building on his own chest .. hovering over the sucker’s back .. like leaning over an over. He felt the heat of the black sucker’s pain pressing up towards him. Spetznaz had decided the time was right .. this sucker needed a break .. to see sense .. to see the light. Persuade himself to cut things short. Feeling the confidence in him rising .. Spetznaz’ hands gripped tight in the sweat coating the sucker’s chin.
Effortlessly Spetznaz leaned back. The asshole found his head lifting off the dirt. Both his arms locked under his own body .. no way to help himself. Again Spetznaz leaned further back. With a grunt of effort, he hauled the sucker up.
Straddling this asshole’s black backside, he shifted backwards. Increasing the pivot .. increasing the lift. The strength in his upper arms peaked, holding the heavy muscled dude up in the air, twisted backwards. With some effort Spetznaz’ biceps took the strain. Dragging the heavy-muscled sucker’s upper body up off the floor. Held up by Spetznaz’ tight grip on his chin. Lower body held down by the weight pinning down his backside. Dragging him up .. till the sucker’s back was twisted up into a painful arc. Beaten-up .. exhausted. Agonisingly arched backwards. Twisted into a merciless back-breaker. To break the back of this fucker’s stubborn will.