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Maciste was used to being admired. The sight of his physique drew attention for men and women alike. But from Kheir .. safe the other side of these bars .. those eyes sent a tremor down Maciste’s backbone. That was not admiration. That was envy. Greed. Resentment.
“The sight of this magnificent strength .. this warrior-prince .. muscular .. ALL-MAN … .”
Maciste could almost feel the touch as Kheir’s gaze pawed at powerful shoulders. Greedily .. to take control, He stared back unmoved as the brat’s spiteful look took in his strong upper arms.
“What is there not to drool at in all this manly muscular power?”
The air was nippy, the wall against Maciste’s back was damp and chilled. Was that the cold sending a shiver down his backbone? But he was going to show nothing of his feelings.
“Nailed to the traitor’s cross. Hanging by his wrists .. taking his whole weight …”
The thought was less than inviting.
“The suspension pulling every muscle into sharp relief. What a sight you’ll make. MAGNIFICENT!”
Maciste could almost believe his stepbrother had cum under his kilt. Was the sick fool losing his control?
The tone in Kheir’s voice was not admiration. It was mockery. Laced with a good streak of spite.
But still Maciste’s posture remained impassive. He felt the gaze through the bars come to rest between Maciste’s legs. Where his sturdy manhood sat at rest .. full, thick, pendulous. Relaxed and unintimidated by threats .. resting unperturbed between supremely muscular thighs. This weed of a step-brother .. forced on him by marriage .. had always crawled in Maciste’s manly shadow. And now the wimp had skulked out into the sun.
“But you will not find me unkind .. not even to a state traitor ……”
Kheir’s face had twisted into a smirk. Maciste sensed he had more surprises in mind.
“Assistance is needed .. only fair .. to take some of that weight …..”
Maciste was already imagining the kind of malevolent help Kheir had in mind.
“That superbly masculine .. wondrously muscled .. etched, sculpted, shredded .. cut .. manly .. weighty ….”
Kheir giggled to himself. All words that had been used to describe his loathed stepbrother’s physique.
Kheir twisted the screw into his hated stepbrother’s guts.
“Help needed. Nails through the ankles .. either side of the upright ……”
“To take some of that superbly muscular weight.”
“Remind me. How many blows was it taking to drive the nails right in?”
Maciste could do the arithmetic. His guts knew to twist at the thought of that much pain. But his head knew not to give the slightest twitch. His face showed not a single reaction. With satisfaction Maciste noticed Kheir’s gaze kept returning to his exposed crutch. In envy. Kheir’s spiteful look sliding in between his muscled thighs. Begrudging this defiant display of manliness. Not shrunk to nothing out of fear. Not blown up to full by fear-driven nerves. Relaxed. Unmoved. For all the threats piled up on Maciste’s suffering. Maciste’s message. For all Kheir’s posturing and power-play .. Maciste didn’t give a fuck.
Kheir was warming to the scene. The thought of more agony smashing up Maciste’s ankle bones. Getting him going.
“The rabble now seeing with their own eyes .. what all that screaming fuss had been about. Their one-time prince .. raised up .. nailed through the wrists to the traitor’s cross. Naked as the day he was born .. bleeding from nails driven through his wrists …. “
Maciste knew that Kheir was aching to draw one single show of fear from him. Frustrated at not getting any sign of nerves. To any man the thought of that pain was terrifying. But here-and-now Maciste’s task was denying his step-brother that satisfaction. Any satisfaction of his cruel plans.
“Screaming out .. another body-crushing blow .. another metallic ring of hammer pounding on metal nail. Crunching up human bone. Another round of agonised echoes bouncing off the walls. Metal blows drowned out by a will-breaking cry. Inhuman. A beast in agony. An ear-piercing shriek. A pig being slaughtered. Bone smashed up.”
“No shame .. my brother. Letting it go .. dear brother-mine. Any man would shriek.”
Gripping the bars. Eyes alight. Kheir smirked.
“Doesn’t bear thinking about.
Kheir grinned. Cruelly.