Tarzan kept telling him not to waste his strength. Hang on to his anger for when it could count. But each time he was being pawed like this .. Cody was fit to burst
Whitney had goaded him. That first day. Talk of an island without women. Guards getting horny. A sweet bubble-butt like his …. Well, it was inviting trouble. Just watch your arse, motherfucker!
Not happened so far. But Cody wasn’t counting his chickens, the threat was ever present. Every time he missed his quota .. like now .. he’d get bent over a pile of cocoa sacks .. shorts yanked down.
It happened every time .. just a reminder .. that constant threat. A calloused hand was touching him up. Cody’s blood boiled.