Cody was bent over cocoa sacks, his imagination going wild. He had wanted a story. One that would make his name. Exposing the link between chocolate and the slave-trade. Well, he was getting the picture. Under constant pressure. Menaced every second .. even before he put a foot wrong. Abused. The sting of the lash. Getting every detail he might ever need. Getting it regular on his bare arse.
Cody had lost count. Day-after-miserable day. The same routine, the same pressure. It was .. what? .. ten days now? Only ten since they’d been thrown overboard to wade ashore. Seemed a lifetime.
Fuck! A finger was sliding down his crack. Cody tensed. Ten days of putting up with this shit. And not a sign of Tarzan’s promised “a chance will come”! Where the fuck was this chance to break free?
The hand on him had spread out. Taunting him. Belittling him. Getting his temper up. Usually this taunting would only stop when the hand was replaced. When the goading hand was exchanged for that rubber cosh stinging at his bare arse. And took his breath away.
The time had to come. Whitney had promised it .. that first day. His sweet college-boy arse ….. just too much of a temptation. Cody had tried to keep his nose clean. But he’d struggled to buckle under and pretend. His face wasn’t moulded like that. And that would be all it took …. Some excuse ….. One of these brutes would give in to the temptation.
“You heard me. Sit on the fucking thing!”
The guard’s hand spat a stinging slap to Cody’s face.
Cody’s head had spun around to the side. His cheek burning, Cody wrenched it back and swore. His hands were tied around his back. Otherwise he would have leap to his feet and throttled the bastard. And hang the consequences.
“Fucking college boy! Think all that schooling earned yer a special place?”
Again the hand lashed out. Cody had already averted his face. But he took the forceful blow on the back of his neck. His whole torso tottered. A quick kick into his side had him sprawling into the dirt. A boot followed through. His abs exploded with the force.
A hand in his hair dragged him by the scalp back up to his knees. There was no hiding the wince of pain as his muscular weight resisted being pulled up by the scalp. There was no getting away from having to suck in air noisily. And his abs ached like crazy from that kick.
“Let’s have some respect. Motherfucker.”
The guard was giving him no let up. Still gripped by the hair, Cody’s face was tugged forward to look at the plate on the ground in front of him.
“THAT’S your special place, college boy. THAT’S gonna teach you some respect “
The guard twisted his hand in the hair. Cody hissed.
“Get your fucking arse on that!”
He was yelling down Cody’s ear.
Naked, horribly vulnerable under these circumstances, Cody was looking straight at the metal plate on the ground. Stuck up in the middle, an iron pole about six inches high. Topped with a steel ball, size of a ping pong ball. Cody was supposed to stick that up his ass!
But he managed to keep his curse to himself. He was sweating. As much with anger, topped off with jumpy nerves .. at the idea of raping himself! Sweating at the thought of that thing up his back passage. Fuck that! But the past weeks had taught him ….. once these fuckers got an idea in their head …. What was there to stop them?
And fuck it! This stinking humidity was running sweat off his forehead. Hands tied behind, he could only shake his head to clear the stinging in his eyes.
The guard took it the wrong way.
“You refusing? Respect! Know the fucking word?”
His grip yanked Cody’s head right back. The guard loomed straight over his face. He spat.
“Maybe you’d prefer the real thing?”
Cody didn’t understand. Or rather he hoped he didn’t ….. The guard read his face right this time
“Show him, Joe.”
Cody’s face was yanked forward by the iron grip in his hair. By the time he cleared his vision, the second guard had yanked his pants down. “Joe” was holding himself out by his dick. A larger-than-life limp cock.
“And yer should see the fucker when it’s hard,” Joe bragged.