Kwesi was looking down on Spetznaz. Hanging a good head above his. Suspended off the floor, feeling the first signs of strain beginning in his shoulders.
“When you’re ready to talk ….”
Spetznaz’ fingers reached out .. touching the solid head of Kwesi’s boner .. pressing it down .. pressing the root against the evil metal grip on his nuts. Just reminding .. how Kwesi was wired. Making connections.
“Just say the word ….”
Spetznaz let him go. Ignoring the bounce .. unbothered about showing his helpless victim up. He had no eyes for the boner bouncing back up .. humiliation at Kwesi’s helplessness was not his concern. Steely-eyed he held Kwesi’s stubborn glower in his gaze. Showing his strung-up prisoner he had only one concern. Break that pig-headedness. Crush his obstinacy. Then the questions could flow.
Kwesi reminded himself .. his resolve. The guys were out there .. he was convinced. Holed-up, hidden away. Waiting for the target to put his head above the parapet. Kwesi was still a part of the action .. no side-show on this mission. His duty .. to keep this Spetznaz sucker pre-occupied. Give the guys a chance of that head-shot. Only one shot .. all it’d take.
Spetznaz had withdrawn to the trolley. Playfully his hands hovered above the deadly controls.
“Now where were we?”
Joking .. he looked up at his prisoner .. as if he was inviting Kwesi to remind him.
“Oh yes, I remember …”
His hand gesticulated .. a straight finger pointed direct at Kwesi’s hard-on. It flickered up and down, the crosshairs targeted on a god-almighty stiffy. Spetznaz’ head shifted over to one side .. as if peering underneath .. as if making sure those metal teeth were still gnawing away at Kwesi’s balls.
“One last thing to test ….”
His eyes went cold. They met Kwesi’s determined stare. The pair of SF-trained hunks locked in a tussle for supremacy. And all the shots were on one side …..
Taunting Spetznaz dangled his finger above the button. Demonstratively he twirled it in the air .. directly above the button that could blast thousands of volts into Kwesi’s balls.
“When you’re ready, sunshine ….”
Kwesi hung off the ground. His determination every bit as solid as the muscles in his belly etched by being suspended. No fool .. knowing what he was letting himself in for. Sickening agonies. Not a nice thought. Every chance of ever using it again blasted out of existence. But he wasn’t coming out of this alive, was he? So what was the bother?
Comforting himself with the thought .. easy as anything .. with electro-torture .. easy to go too far. Keep pressing on that button a moment too long. The victim’s heart gave in. Kwesi was dead, troubles over. Except he had to give the guys their chance. The mission had to succeed. This terrorist organisation was evil-incarnate. Innocents were small change for them, unimportant. The guys had to be given their chance, Kwesi had to last out. Break? Start talking? No way could he afford to give in .. help them out with intelligence. He’d sooner die first.
Spetznaz stopped twirling. His finger pointing down .. directly above the button that could fry Kwesi’s manliness.
“Ready?” Spetznaz was smirking.
Kwesi reckoned Spetznaz was giving himself a hard-on with the thought of this. He turned his own glare to steel. His lips pursed. He shook his head.
“Ready when you are, motherfucker,” Kwesi sneered back.
He was throwing down the gauntlet. Giving the guys that chance. Just one head-shot .. all they needed. He saw Spetznaz snigger back. Probably he’d expected as much, these SF-types, all the same. Brimful with spunk. But dumb-ass idiots. Didn’t know what was good for them. He saw Spetznaz was now shaking his head. At Kwesi’s stupidity. At his pig-headed arrogance . At this stubborn black dickhead.
Kwesi saw Spetznaz shrug.
“On your marks. Get set …..”