The prick stood gripping tight on the ropes tied to his wrists. Swaying, using the hold on the rope to keeping himself upright. Everything was working well, Spetznaz assured his prisoner, the electrodes on his chest had “tested” out fine.
The sucker was now sweating. It was fucking hot in the shed anyway, Spetznaz was dripping too. But old “tough-head” was running wildly with sweat. Pouring off his close-cropped hair .. the thick coating of sweat on his torso glistening in the light breaking through the walls.
“Only one more to test out …”
Spetznaz was running a taunting finger the length of his victim’s hard-on .. from the hard plastic tied around his root .. slowly pressing down on the solid shaft till his fingertip was running back-and-forth over the lip of the purple over-bloated mushroom head.
“Just this little beauty ..”
The hand reached in under the jutting bloated cock Fingers gave a slap at the giant alligator clip chewing on one of the asshole’s nuts.
The prick only managed his curse after he had gasped out with the hurt from his ball being smacked.
“Don’t give me ideas. Motherfucker.”
For a laugh he slapped again at the clip gnawing down on Kwesi’s ball.
“Haul him up!”
In almost the same moment, Kwesi heard the pulley above his head start to creak. He looked up. his hands were being pulled up higher, his arms lengthening. The yanking on the rope tied to his hands started to elongate his body .. stretching him in the belly .. the bruising reminding him of the earlier beatings.
“Let’s see this fucker dance.”
As he lifted, that earlier savage caning across Kwesi’s backside re-asserted itself .. his damaged ribcage was pulling up .. yanking pain into bruised muscle. Slowly, jerkily, Kwesi’s feet lifted off the floor.