He’d groped the fucker like he was nothing, a whore. Forced a pained wince out of his neck. Fingernails scraped down his chest .. had the fucker hissing. Licked him up the side of his neck. And that was all this fucker could manage. Off to Hellgate and couldn’t manage a decent curse!
“Toad? Fuckhead! Best ya can do?”
He showed his prisoner how.
“Ya motherfucking cocksucker …”
The ugly cretin spat into Maciste’s face. And pleased by the angry response. Encouraged to claw a grimy path of fingernails in lines of pain down the muscled plate of his chest.
“Toad! Some fucking obscenity that!”
To emphasise his point .. after all, the prick had to learn to cuss, Hellgate demanded that .. Ugly shifted his hand. A thumb jabbed itself into Maciste’s raised armpit. In a split second, it had expertly found the spot. It dug in, viciously it gouged its way in. Set the nerves sizzling, Greedily Ugly gouged pain out of Maciste’s pit.
Pleased with the response.
“Fuck you!” Maciste snarled.
“Changed ma mind. Not gonna need this.”
Maciste’s ugly tormentor had moved to the front.
“Second thoughts …. This …..? Ain’t necessary.”
Chortling he had grabbed at the slave clout and ripped it away.
“Only gonna get in the way ……”
Maciste’s only face-saving covering flew dismissively into the dirt.
“Ya wanna piss?”
Ugly chortled into Maciste’s glare.
“No problem. Be my guest.”
His hand jabbed towards Maciste’s bare balls. Gratified when Maciste instinctively tried to wriggle himself away.
“Need a shit …. Don’t let me stop you …..”
The other men on the ground sniggered at the once-proud prince’s predicament. Nothing on. Encouraged, Ugly grabbed Maciste by his root and waggled his cock around. Shook it up and down. For an extra performance, he had it swinging around in circles. The others on the ground gave him the thumbs up. A difficult job well-done.
Maciste could do nothing about being played. He cussed to himself. He promised himself, the time would come. He’d get even. But for now he was trapped against the pole. Not going to be let down from there until they arrived. Too precious. Taking no risks with the emperor’s prize-prisoner. Maciste was not leaving that stake for doing anything. Even the necessaries.
Maciste sneered back.
The ugly toad snorted back.
“You? Fuck ME? No fucking chance! But don’t give us ideas.”
He laid a mock slap at Maciste’s cheek. Almost tender. A threw him an air-kiss. Suggestive. Maciste snarled back.
“Last fucking thing you try … You ugly toad.”
Maciste tried to head-butt the prick. No chance, nowhere near. He might be ugly and a cretin. But he was no beginner. Maciste cursed himself for his uselessness. And for letting himself get provoked.
Mockery splattered against Maciste’s face. The cretin’s finger smeared his dollop of viscous spit into Maciste’s eye. And gave him a look of smug satisfaction. He’d won! To celebrate the thumb was back in the open armpit. It gouged in, it dug deeper. Twisting. Clawing pain out his captive’s nerves.
“Tut-tut. Such bad language. On such a beautiful day. Shame on ya …”
Maciste was annoyed with himself. At letting this cretin get one over on him. This disagreeable turd had made him do what he had sworn he would not. Got him riled. But it was obvious. Not the first time Ugly had someone in Maciste’s position. Not the last time this mal-formed weirdo would try something on either.
This freak might look and act like a cretin. But he knew what he was doing. He’d taunted Maciste, he HAD got him worked up. He’d bested Maciste despite his resolve. No cretin, even if he behaved like some moronic arsehole.
From now on, Maciste swore he’s stay in control. He wouldn’t under-estimate this freak.