“Any time you’re ready, fuckhead.”
Hunkered down by the asshole’s drooping head, Spetznaz sniggered.
“We’re here. Not going anywhere ….”
Spetznaz jiggled with the head a bit. But the stud didn’t whip it angrily away like he had before. He had enough to contend with. Struggling with the molten lava that filled his backside and was seeping perilously into his soul.
So where was all that answering back from before? Getting told to go-get-fucked? Had he missed the guy’s usual macho refrain? Had Spetznaz missed the invitation? How come the black sucker hadn’t again invited Spetznaz to go fuck himself?
Spetznaz let the head drop .. heavy, drooping. He eased himself up on muscular thighs. Looked over the glistening pain-streaked back. Looked passed the bare ass-globes glowing a sweaty black-red. He gave Kuznetzov the nod. He was up for it again.
Pain ripped Kwesi’s head upwards. A sizzling tremor rushed the length of his back. Jolted by a red-hot slammer smacking up his agonised ass. Jerked up. Like a giant hand had gripped him by the head and yanked his skull upwards .. a sharp snap in the crick of his neck. Hurting, mad as hell, he clamped his mouth together .. killed off the burning cry that rushed up out of his chest. Shuddered at the stinging force that made his eyes pop.
Dozens of bites at his bare backside already .. and with each strike the pain just got worse .. the hurt harder to contain. Kwesi could see his enemy’s feet, Spetznaz, stood close by his head. Close enough to get a sense of the effect of every strike. Registering the shock in muscle as Kwesi was shaken by the force .. struggled to keep his footing from each stinging hit.
But that glowering presence only re-doubled Kwesi’s determination to fight him back. Hard to breathe .. hard to focus .. but that Spetznaz fucker standing there gloating .. that only filled his being with hate. He was damned if he’d let these bastards make a victim of him. He’d swallow their beatings .. he bite down on their pain. And screw them! They’d not grind him down! His hands up behind his back were clenched tight .. his jaw clamped together .. determined as hell to hold down a scream. He’d last out! As long as he could.
A deadly swishing sound cut into the air. Some fucker behind was whirring the cane above his head. Playing at it .. fucking with him. Building up the fear .. an extra twist in anticipation of a savage stinging bite .. that was as much a part of their bag of tricks. Making Kwesi tense-up. His nerves jumpy. Robbing him of focus. Making it all the fucking-worse when the cane did take a bite out of his bare backside.
The shock slammed him forward. Knocked off his foot. Pain cutting at the top of his leg. Shock collapsing both knees under him. All his weight held by his arms up his back .. pain stabbing into his shoulder joints.
Slash. Slash. Slash. Hung off his arms .. a rapid assault on his burning backside. Emptying Kwesi of wind. Stinging strikes in quick succession. His body jolted .. his legs flailed .. agonising pain ripped up his back .. Shoulder joints jarring.
It was out before he could stop it. Kwesi heard himself howl. A sharp pained cry burst from the depths of his soul. From the agonised pit of his being.