What was happening .. it was natural. It was what a MAN did. Tie him up down there .. stop the blood flowing. It happened. Every man in this damned theatre-show would react the same.
But still …… it was hard not to cringe. Dramatically illuminated in a circle of oil lamps. His male-force forcibly put on show. Watched by all .. friend and foe alike .. as he grew.
Rais saying .. to him .. to all his shipmates .. that, for all Mitchell’s physique .. for all his defiance .. stubborn .. tough .. Rais had Mitchell by the short-and-curlies. These theatricals were a symbol of Rais’ power. Laying his hand of domination over Mitchell. Exercising total control.
Try-what-he-may .. tall, muscular, strong, bloody-minded .. Mitchell was a mere thing. He counted for nothing. He WAS nothing. Rais could force him into anything. And he would. If the mood took him ……
That damned Rais had waited. Waited, watched. Letting manly nature take its course. Stood in front, his eyes full on Mitchell’s cock. Staring at the strengthening of male member he had ordered. Bit-by-bit it thickened. Inch-by-inch it lengthened. And Rais focussed his glare on every single unwanted bit of rise. Mitchell felt uncomfortable .. his adversary glaring at his private part in arousal like that. Around him an oppressive stillness had settled over this courtyard, heavy. Beyond this ring of light, beyond where the orange glow gave way to darkness, his shipmates were observing him too. A growing sense of feeling awkward.
At one point Rais had shaken himself. He had glanced over his shoulder into the blackness. Like he had remembered the other slaves out there, watching. Deliberately he had stood aside. Moved next to the whipping post .. but still his eyes poked down at the thickening manliness down below. Purposely he’d stopped blocking the slaves’ view. Giving them full sight of their embarrassed shipmate forced to rise to his full male powers. At Rais’ behest. Against the pig-American’s will. Rais shifted over to the stake. He came and stood next to his stubborn infidel slave. Peering around Mitchell’s naked body. His gaze riveted down below. Almost comically indicating to all where to look. Giving Mitchell’s shipmates an unobstructed view. But it wasn’t a joke. His brazen move made Mitchell angry. At the fact that Rais knew he had every power to do that. And the way to make Mitchell feel awkward.
Mitchell had already been seeing himself as his mates would see him. Blackness was all around. His mates had disappeared from his sight .. but he felt them in the humid darkness .. observing. Observing him. Naked. His back bound to this blood-stained stake. His cock tied up with tight cord. And rising. Filling out. Lengthening.
He sensed every eye in that blackness on him. Tom had told him .. they respected him, they’d follow his lead. His steadfastness .. the way he had stood up to those animals in the quarry .. taken that inhuman treatment .. THAT had inspired them. Give them the word, they’d be right behind him. But STILL …. Like this? Humiliated .. to be made to stand like this? Would they still be respecting him the same way? After this?
He’d been stripped in the quarry. His shipmates had seen his nakedness squirm under the lash. But here Rais had added an extra twist. His manliness taken possession of. Naked .. nothing to be ashamed in that. Not the way he looked .. a young proud male. Virile, enviably muscular.
But FORCED? Into THIS? Against his will? By this damned Rais. His cock sticking straight out. MADE to get hard. Made by his adversary. Forced on him .. this humiliation. This show of his powerlessness, Mitchell shuddered at what his mates were seeing. What they were thinking of him. Could they see him the same way> After this show?