They out-numbered him, they were fit, strong, determined. But still it had taken them some effort to get Omekono tied up against the tree. He had made sure of it, he’d seen a chance. Never fight them off, not these guys, they worked together like a well-honed team. But if he could get free and outrun them ….?
Making camp for the night, a pair of warriors had dragged him roughly off the canoe. Legs still bound, hauled by the pole across his back, feet dragging behind like the kill from a hunt. Struggling and cursing. But to no effect.
Omekono had been accompanied by the lot of them. Roughly hauled out of the water. Dragged to a strong tree, his back jammed up against the trunk. As soon as his legs were free, Omekono went for it. Hands still trapped behind him by the pole .. a grip on his throat was holding him up against the trunk. But it was his first chance to let these bastards know how he felt. Who knew when the next might come? Maybe his only chance to break free.
Whatever the odds, his fighter-spirit was not letting the chance go. Muscles exploded into action. The supreme warrior in him went into attack.
They were too many. Just as strong. He was held down by his own determination multiplied. The grip on his throat throttled him against the tree. Blows to his gut. Hits across his chest. Taking a beating. Not letting him go. Down below hands were gripping his ankles, holding him down. His arms still tied behind. Wriggled free of the chokehold, he got in a head-butt .. blood flowed from a damaged nose. The end of the pole got jammed into another’s chest. He didn’t stand a chance, though. For all his fighting .. he’d never break free. But that wasn’t stopping him. Taking the blows. Omekono wasn’t thinking. He was letting rip.
Rope had been secured around both ankles, joined around the back of the trunk. Securing him. Before they started freeing his arms. Again, grabbing the chance .. his fighting fists now free .. he lashed out. Legs tied to the tree, not getting away. But …… Omekono wasn’t banking on winning .. one-against-ten .. but his temper was up. He was getting his pennyworth in. They were struggling to grab his arms, tie them together. But deftly Omekono kept them apart. Throwing a punch this way, the other fist making contact somewhere else. Bloody-minded. Blood up. One sucker got a thud on the eye. Another caught an elbow in his side.
A thwack with a club took his breath away. Hard. Hit in the midriff .. thwacked across his stomach .. eyes-poppingly hard. Omekono hesitated. Wind got bawled out of his chest. Pain doubled him up. They got him. Hands were on his neck .. keeping him bent-down. Arms grabbed .. held tight .. wrists tied together.
Damn these bastards. They’d got his hands tied above his head, the rope around the tree. Keeping him secured. Omekono was panting .. panting hard from his efforts. But more panting from his frustration at getting tied up like this. At failing to make a mark on these bastards.
And now that damned warrior from the canoe was back. Eyeing him. All over again., Like Omekono had felt on the canoe. His skin creeped at the way this sucker went over him with his eyes. Suddenly Omekono saw his situation. Like those greedy eyes were seeing him. Tied hand-and-foot. Arms above his head. His whole muscular physique wide-open. For a savage beating. For mean-minded revenge. Or whatever else …..? Those eyes didn’t look like it was a beating that head had in mind.
Angry, sounding undeterred by this vulnerability, Omekono snapped out.
“What you want, arsehole?”
But Omekono’s taunts got no response. The eyes were eating him up. Examining every inch of the hard plates of Omekono’s muscled chest.
“What you looking at? Prick?”
He could almost feel his tongue licking on his belly. Going down by row down, muscle-by-muscle. It was creepy.
“You’re sick. Fucking animals! Get your fucking hands off me!”
When the creepy ordered Omekono’s covering cut away, Omekono had lost it. His suspicions about this weirdo getting confirmed.
“You fucking weird? Arsehole?”
But there was no response. Omekono was there .. tied up against this tree .. hands above his head, ankles tied either side of the trunk .. stark-naked. And this arsehole just kept on looking. His gaze now going down on Omekono’s limp cock. He could almost feel the creepy sucking sniffing at his crinkly hair.
“Pervs! Fucking animals! What you fucking want?”
And .. one-by-one .. the campfire lit .. the meat over skewers roasting .. the rest of the damned muscle-brutes came and joined. Just looking. At him trapped. At Omekono stood vulnerable.
“You all fucking faggots?”
But Omekono couldn’t provoke an answer. Just stared at. Nudges from one of these muscle-heads to another. A word whispered in a neighbour’s ear. But observed. Every minute observed. Looked over. Stood with his feet tied to the tree, his arms raised above his head. All of him defenceless. Every single bit of him scrutinised. In silence. By a bunch of well-honed physical specimens.
His skin creeped. Seeing every muscle worked over by their eyes. Nerves started to get to him. His insults failing to get them riled. Calmly they stared back. Intensely, in nerve-wracking silence they looked him over. In detail. Examined his powerful physique inch-by-inch.
Looked at. Looked over. Eyes squeezing at the strength in his arms. Sniffing like an animal scenting .. sniffing into his open armpits .. nervous sweat running. Gazing over the lifted muscle of his chest .. like the curious fingers of a girl .. stroking him. Feeling the hardness. Gliding over nerve-tense nubs. Touching him up. Not gently but not roughly either. Surveyed in unnerving silence.
Omekono was used to having himself admired, looked at. Girls couldn’t keep their hands off him. But this scrutiny. This unsettling silence. The flames of the fire glistening on his dark sweaty body. Omekono was a fighter. He was a warrior who feared nothing. But this had his guts in a knot. This was unnerving.