Cody heard Wanaga growl. Face-to-face with this muscular stranger who knew he held all the cards. And a slave prod.
“Long time, no see.”
“I’ll have your fucking guts.”
Whitney ignored the prick. Taunting he smirked into the scowling face of the black.
“Unexpected pleasure. And like this ……”
Whitney’s gaze indicated the bonds, the sucker’s nakedness. He could feel the rage radiating off the arsehole.
He’d have lashed out. But Whitney had stuck his slave prod into his groin. Even then …. he could sense this fucker could scarcely contain himself.
“Quite the surprise ……”
Whitney had gone down on one knee in front of their former business partner. Eye-to-eyeball. But not a gesture of equals. More a way of signalling the opposite. They weren’t equals but Whitney didn’t have to stand over him and lord it over the black prick. The slave prod in his groin did that for him.
“Got greedy. That’s what I hear. Need to be taught a lesson.”
Whitney winked .. taunting.
“That was what the boss said.”
He tickled his prod around the sucker’s shaft.
“Couldn’t have come to a better place.”
At the sound of a growl beginning to build in the black sucker’s throat, Whitney shifted his prod minutely. Tapping it against the fucker’s balls. He gave one not-too-gentle swipe. The fucker jerked. But he wasn’t going to try anything on. The twitch that shivered through that muscled flesh said Whitney had hit the spot. And with the prod there …. The prick was taking no chances.
“Gonna be hard on you. Getting used to this life ……”
The black growled back at him. Whitney responded. He raised an eyebrow. Asking, You want another dose? Straight in the balls? Gratified when the prick just glared back.
This scumbag’s skin was coated with sand. The sweat had glued it to his flesh. After getting a few good blasts from the prod .. from writhing in agony on the beach. That what you want, motherfucker? More of the same, Whitney’s gesture asked? Right here?
The growl died. The proud arsehole looked away .. avoiding eye-contact when he couldn’t evade ball-contact. His hands were tied. But Whitney reckoned he’d not have swatted the prod away. Reckoning it took no time at all …. Just a quick squeeze on the trigger. He’d got this sucker worried.
“And think about it ….. just about every scumbag-arsehole here ….. you delivered. Excepting those fuckers who died on the job.”
Whitney let the sucker think about that. Surrounded, out-numbered by men he’d sold down the river. Separated from families. The brute might have muscle coming out of his ears ….. but against that number. The sucker had better watch his back.
“That was before you got too greedy, of course. Got too big for your boots and hiked your prices up ……. Probably every-fucking-motherfucker here …. you captured. You sold on to us.”
He smirked into his victim’s face.
“How many friends you reckon you’ve got here ……?”
Whitney nearly got a hard-on when the black fucker whipped his face back. A frown creased his forehead. Realising the company he was keeping. His bravado withering. Whitney poured salt into the wound.
“How long you reckon it’s gonna take before the news gets around? Who’s responsible for these arseholes condemned to this life? Who’d made money? Selling their stinking hides?”
The teasing WAS getting Whitney worked up! The power .. building in his groin. Over this black motherfucker who thought he could dictate terms. Throw his weight around. He laughed to himself. How are the mighty muscle-heads fallen! He gave his growing hard-on a squeeze.
“Pretty soon …..”
Whitney tapped the end of his slave-prod against his black naked balls. One single hard tap.
“ ….. THIS little motherfucker is gonna be the only friend in the world you’ve got …… Keeping these scumbags off. Stopping them from beating the fuck out of your stinking black hide.”