Kwesi was tempted to throw his gaze on Spetznaz’ hands .. hovering around the console, fingers ready to throw a switch, turn up a dial. But this bastard might read that as weakness, nerves getting to him .. that could be seen as fear. Instead, grim-faced he gazed back in Spetznaz’ face. Eyes slitted in steely determination. Engaged in a war of glares.
In peripheral vision he saw a hand move. He tensed .. though nothing showed. But nothing happened. Probably it was the other hand that pulsed the cable into life.
“Remember, motherfucker. Anytime. Any moment you got something to say …”
Kwesi threw back his head suddenly. His whole torso jarred into shuddering stone. Mouth open in a soundless cry. Agony. Head shaking wildly from side-to-side.
“… just say the word …”
Spetznaz finished off his sentence. But this asshole wasn’t listening. He kept the button depressed .. but only briefly. But odds-on the sucker thought it lasted much longer. The muscular body shook. Muscles danced a frenetic jig. Trapped arms shook with uncontrollable force.
Spetznaz let go the button .. he knew the risks. Too much too long above the belt ….. risky. Not gonna waste this fucker .. not yet. But it wasn’t like he hadn’t warned the sucker. He knew where he was wired up. Told him, hadn’t he? Spetznaz had cautioned his black hide .. he didn’t collaborate, he was getting his balls fried. That was below the belt.
The asshole let go his yell. The voiceless cry found its voice. Shock at being released from the grip hammering at his chest threw him backwards. The force so powerful he overbalanced. Falling down on his back .. his fall suddenly arrested by the rope on his wrists. He hung backwards off his arms. Loud pained groans escaped.
“Yup. Right chest working OK.”
Spetznaz snorted his assessment when he deemed the stud had it in him to hear. He had waited .. patiently giving this black cocksucker time to get his breath back. That dial had been turned to high strength. And this asshole had learned to know its powers. For some time he had hung off the rope, arms pointed up at the ceiling, his head dropped back .. lifeless over his shoulder. Thrown there by crippling agonies. The after-shocks still reverberating in his muscular torso.
No point in pussy-footing around. This asshole had to know what he was taking on. And nothing like a good dose of patience either .. giving his black hide the chance to take in the hurt. Just a couple of testers so far .. Spetznaz pretending he was trying out the wiring .. seeing that things worked.
But in reality Spetznaz had started on his black ass. He was letting this fucker see what he was taking on. Just a couple of blasts and the asshole had been knocked off his feet. Patiently Spetznaz waited. Gave the sucker a chance to catch his breath. Let him haul himself back to his feet. Happily watching the stud wipe his pain-sweated face on his bicep. Struggling with his breathing. Fighting to stand firm on his legs. His massively muscled chest was rising and falling hard .. struggling to get his wind back.
Giving him time. So this sucker knew what he was pitching himself against. Chance to rethink his pig-headedness.
Just a couple of blasts so far ….. and plenty more where those came from ……