Omekono came-to slowly .. a heavy throbbing in his head. And a sharp sickness in his throat. What was that movement? A regular jolting movement. He tried to move. He couldn’t.
Then .. like a sudden rock-fall .. it all came tumbling over him. The ambush .. the fighting .. powerfully built men .. skilled fighters coming at him .. from all sides. A blow to the head. Falling .. a blow to his gut knocking out the wind. Then ….. Blackness.
He threw open his eyes. In a sickening moment his head exploded. The blow to his head. Light ignited the pain in his head. His every sense detonated. Vomit seemed to rush up his throat. His eyes clenched themselves tight shut. Yet still his senses spiralled out of control.
In the same instant he was thrashing .. fighting, freeing himself .. making to get up. He was on his back. That regular movement .. paddling, a war canoe. Around him broad straining backs of warriors. Paddling. Powerful thrusts of muscled men working in unison. The canoe seemed to leap through the water with every muscle-packed thrust. Rushing Omekono away.
His legs thrashed upwards .. making to drive his body up onto his feet. But there was a constraint around his neck .. something tying his head down to the bottom of the canoe. Against the violent throbbing in his head, Omekono forced open his eyes. The brightness of the sun overhead made him wince. He was tied down. But he fought. He struggled to get himself free.
In the bottom of a broad war canoe, a row of mighty warriors on either side, powerfully thrusting their paddles into the water, driving the boat on at a relentless pace. Taking their captive away .. to places unknown.
Hands bound underneath him. A pole between his arms and his back, tied with several loops around his upper arms. Trussed up like a chicken for the pot. Some strap or other around his neck kept the fighting strength of his muscular shoulders pinned down to the bottom of the canoe. But Omekono threw up his legs. Using his momentum to try and release his bonds. Thrusting, thrashing with his muscled thighs. His ankles too were bound. They were not going to let him get away. And they had to fear his muscular strength, the way they had roped him up .. they were not going to get into a fight with him!
His thrashing had drawn attention. A tall warrior moved down the canoe to him. But for all his powerful struggling, Omekono’s thrashing with his legs had not interrupted the rhythm of the paddlers. Still, in precise unison, the paddles thrust with unrelenting power hard into the river. Driving Omekono along. Away from his family people. Into captivity. And what?
He snarled up at the hard muscled chest towering over him. From down in the canoe, long strong legs rose like tree glistening ebony up to a tight muscled waist. A stunningly built physique dominated over him. But Omekono had never given way to bullying men.
“What the hell is this all about?”
He indicated his anger at being bound like this. Rocking with his upper body. Indicating the pole tied to his biceps and keeping him trapped down on the floor of the canoe.
“Who are you? What the hell you want with Omekono?”
The man stood astride Omekono’s hips .. unconcerned by his thrashing legs. His eyes totally over Omekono trapped in the bottom of their boat. His gaze filled with the sight of the broad chest .. thrown up by the lift of the pole underneath. Like he was examining meat for sale. The greedy look took in the muscled strength in Omekono’s belly. Caved in by the upward thrust of the chest.
“What you looking at?”
Omekono fearlessly snarled back.
“Answer me. What you want with Omekono?
The man didn’t answer. He stood legs splayed either side of Omekono’s hips. Rocking with the powerful thrust of the paddles. And not for a second did his gaze waver from the muscular perfection of the captive torso below.
Angry Omekono bawled up at him.
It was uncomfortable, that look. Coming from a man ….. It was not the desire girls straddling his manhood threw down at him. But it WAS full of lust. More like a ravenous beast. If that beast stood over him had been a wild dog, Omekono would have expected the warrior to bend down and be licking his chest. Licking away at the salt of his straining sweat. Before taking a greedy bite.