Maciste had to realise within a few days that sucking Yothin off wasn’t going to be the end of it. It wasn’t the gratification of cuming that Maciste’s tormentor desired. Day One, Yothin had laid it out. Maciste was on starvation rations. Not enough to sustain him for the demands of Hellgate. For Maciste, not enough for him to keep up the fight.
Help was at hand, Yothin smugly offered. He would reward Maciste for his efforts. Every day, end of a back-breaking day of punishing labour, Maciste was offered the chance. Suck his torturer’s cock … improved rations were in the bag.
Both knew, that act was a sign. The prisoner was breaking down, facing the reality, submitting to Parthian rule. Yothin had been commissioned by his lord emperor, break the rebel. Nothing else was his purpose. Suck cock … a demonstration that the prick was catching on. Humiliate himself and the arsehole of a prince might manage to survive.
And Yothin saw his plan was working. A few days of obstinacy ….. starvation diet, punished when the prick wasn’t up-to-the demands ….. then the prick buckled in. The prisoner had seen that starvation reasons would wear him down. Physically not able to meet the demands of his workload. Predictably the prisoner agreed to do the right thing. Suck cock, earn himself better rations. His first step on a downward slippery slope.
But for Yothin that was just the start. A prisoner might grit his teeth and bear it, in time he’d content himself with performing that act. But an enforcer could not. Yothin was commanded by his lord emperor. He could only succeed. Or suffer the consequences.
Suck cock. Never going to be enough. The emperor’s prize had to go further. Submit to total humiliation. Total subjugation was the only outcome Yothin could accept. The sign he’d surrendered his rebellious will to superior Parthian force.
Maciste knew the rationale. He’d made himself get used to the shameful act. Swallowing Yothin’s hateful seed .. that produced better food, fuel to help him keep his spirits up. Live on to mentally fight another day. Tonight, again, forced to crawl forward on his knees. His hands clamped behind his head, he’d learned the hard way only his mouth was allowed. Licking him to strength. Promising himself meat in his rations for this shame. Taking the stiffening member into his mouth. Lavishly arousing his Parthian overseer to full strength. Hearing the inevitable moans as the power of Maciste’s tonguing drove his hated overseer into full power.
Then at the height of the act .. a routine, how many days of shame now? … catching Maciste unawares .. Yothin had just made the first thrust into Maciste’s throat. Suddenly he pulled out. He grabbed himself by his hardness and splattered his seed all over Maciste’s face. Strings of cum sprayed onto Maciste’s eyes. Shocked Maciste turned away. Caught in the act, unable to stop his flow, Yothin had Maciste grabbed by the ears and shed his seed all into his hair.
He’d nearly finished when sneering Yothin landed a stinging slap across Maciste’s face
“Not good enough? Parthian seed not good enough? For the likes of you? Fuckhead-of-a-prince! Turn away in disgust, will you?”
Another stinging burn exploded on Maciste’s cheek.
Maciste was still blinking the seed from his eyes. His head rang from the slaps, he seethed with the burn on his face. A sudden kick landed up under his chin. Yothin had smacked his knee up. Maciste felt bone clash. Pain threw Maciste sideways off his knees. An arm just stopped himself from landing in the dirt. Pained, he swore. Ambushed, Maciste cursed back.
“In the hole with him!”
Yothin yelled to his men.
“No rations tonight. Let the cocksucker starve.”
As the winch lowered the prisoner into his hole in the ground .. as a starving Maciste’s head disappeared .. Yothin grinned to himself. Just as he’d predicted. Keeping his victim off guard. Keep him on his toes. Couldn’t afford to let the prick get complacent.