Whitney made the words sound like an insult.
“Never did have much time for all that reading stuff myself …..”
“Word is, You wanna see for yourself how things are organised here.”
Suddenly his hand lashed out. A stinging backhander across Cody’s face.
“Wipe that fucking look off your face!”
Cody’s head was whipped off to one side by the force. The shock nearly upended him. He struggled to keep his balance. Whitney had done it just for show. But he gave his hard-on another gratified squeeze when the prick struggled to wipe the tear of pain from his cheek on his shoulder. Making progress!
“Great story I’ve got for you. Scoop! Gonna get all the gory details any motherfucker like you’s ever gonna want …..!”
Whitney’s hand twisted painfully in Cody’s scalp. Cody couldn’t stop the wince of pain.
“Only trouble ….. hereabouts ….. we ain’t got much use for writing stuff.
“A writer! Can’t say I’ve had much of a leaning to writing either.”
Whitney’s hand twitched at the look of scorn on his slave’s face. Did this arsehole think Whitney couldn’t read and write? The prick was so full of himself. But he let it go …. For now,
“On the trail of a great story, I hear tell.”
He gave his slave the thumbs up.
“Couldn’t have come to a better place. All you need to know .. it’s HERE. See it. FEEL it.”
Whitney saw the prick knew what he meant. He didn’t have to stroke his slave prod down his preening muscled chest. But he did anyway. Goading him with letting it circle a nipple.
“Guaranteed. GREAT story.”
Whitney gave a mock bow. Bowing to the superiority of the educated gent.
“Don’t thank me. Glad to be of service. Sir.”
Whitney carried on as if he hadn’t just brought a tear of pain to his slave’s cheek.
“I’ll make sure you see everything you want to …… You’ll FEEL everything you need .. on that muscled hide of yours.”
Whitney was tempted. There was another glower of anger. That ought to be erased from the sucker’s face. This arsehole had much to learn.
But ….. other ways of making his point.
“Good looking guy like you …… word of advice. Watch your back. More precisely …. “
Whitney winked. Knowingly.
“Watch that cute arse of yours …….”
He let the thought hang in the air for a moment.
Whitney’s boner gave his imagination a nudge. College-boy was such an easy tease. Out of his depth. Jungle-wise? Not a shred.
“You noticed? Ain’t a single female out here. Boss thinks …. Females here …. likely to be a cause of strife.”
He gave Cody a wink.
“The guys, though …. they still get horny.”
His gloating smirk told Cody enough.
“Yeah. You know what I mean …..”
His prod stroked at Cody’s chest. Deliberately catching an anger-provoked nipple.“
“You DO know what I mean. Don’t you? College-boy?”
Whitney smirked into the fury in Cody’s eyes. Fuck! This prick was easy money!
“That virgin arse of yours …. Come here for a re-bore …..”
Smirking he let the thought linger. True-to-form, College-boy responded. He got the implication. And cursed back accordingly.
“On the right track. College boy.”
“Just not quite there ….. Think about it.”
Despite himself, Cody felt a shiver in his bare balls.
“Pretty-boy like you …. “
This motherfucker of a slaver grinned into Cody’s nervousness. Cody tried desperately not to show the fears he felt.
“Better watch your bubble-arse.”
The sucker was rubbing it in. Cody knew he was being goaded. But he knew it was true as well.
“A guard here .. getting horny, getting tempted .. well, might just get ideas in his head.”
Cody felt another shiver.
“For all that …. Might make a party of it .. sharing that .. and a few beers with his mates ……..”
That bastard winked into his face.
“And …. Like you said, pretty-boy …… Fuck YOU!”