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“I can
see that.”  He paused, “I am Silva, and this is Oron.”

He
pointed to Davin with the blade.

“And
you, my friend, are going to do whatever we say.”

Davin
responded with a ball of spit that landed at the very tip of the big man’s
boot.  Silva tapped the shoe on the ground.  His smirk quickly faded into a
frown.

He
motioned to his companion, “Come on.”

The
smaller man moved swiftly to where Davin was chained and lifted him up from the
ground by one arm, and then forced him around so that he was facing the gray
wall.  Davin closed his eyes and rested his head on the rough surface.  From
behind, he could hear the slick, shimmering sound of the sword being taken out
of its sheath.

“Now,
young man, “the flat side of the blade gently tapped the small of his back, “are
you prepared to pay for your crimes?”

As tough
and brash as Davin was, he wasn’t above the weight of his mortality that was
pressing down into his chest, making it hard to breathe.  The blood pumping
quickly in his hands and feet felt like it had turned to ice.  He wondered if
the fate befalling him was the same as all of the men before.  As the cold
steel lifted off his skin, he could taste the acidic twang of the blood to come
in the back of his throat.  His head spun, blurring the gray wall by his face.

In the fraction
of a second that he had to recognize the sound, Davin closed his eyes and
waited as the tell-tale
whoosh
of the weapon filled his ears.  A hot
stinging radiated out through his body and a boyish yelp escaped his throat,
prompting the men behind him to cackle loudly.

“You
laugh as you kill a man?!”  Davin asked angrily.

Silva
laughed again, “Killing you, huh?”

He
reared back and brought the blade down onto his skin again.  A sharp pop
rattled out as the metal made contact with his rosy ass.

“What
are you-“

SNAP
.  The blade came down again even
harder and it left a little knick almost an inch long.  A tiny trickle of blood
spilled out.

“We don’t
kill here.”

“
What
?”

He
throttled him again.  The force was hard enough to make him wince visibly.

Oron
leaned over and placed his lips close to Davin’s right ear, “All of those men
who never came back simply chose not to leave.”

Silva
whipped him again, leaving yet another cut.

“Why,” Davin
whimpered, “why?”

“Because,”
Silva’s tone was close to a growl, “we know how to treat a prisoner.”

The
sword spanked him one last time before the big man threw it to the side.

“What do
you mean?”

Oron
leaned down close and wrapped his long fingers around Davin’s growing erection.

“That’s
how.”

As much
as he wanted to fight back on principle, Davin couldn’t muster the desire to do
so.  The sensitive area nestled at the base of his growing shaft was tingling. 
He could feel a wave of arousal wash over him at that moment.  The pain
spreading out from behind him was like a drug; a drug that he needed another
hit of.

Silva
grabbed onto his hips and pressed his body up against him.  Davin could tell
that the two men had undressed at some point.  Both of their poles rubbed up
against him, as if to guarantee his fate.

“Please,”
Davin tried to fight back the confusing feeling inside of him, “please, no.”

“Ha,”
Oron laughed and began to stroke him, “sorry.”

His grip
tightened around Davin’s cock and the pace of the strokes increased.  From
behind, Silva reached down and used three fingers to smother a cold, slick jelly
over Davin’s tightly puckered ass hole.  He knew what was coming and it made
him weak in the knees.  His entire body quivered.

The
throbbing girth of Silva’s dick rubbed up and down between his cheeks,
spreading the lube all over.  It eventually came to rest with the head just
over his rear hole, where it massaged in small, tight circles.

Every
nerve in Davin’s body felt like it was on fire.  Eventually the primal desire
boiling just under the surface overwhelmed his senses.  He felt every muscle
relax.  The tension in his back released, allowing him to arch up his hips and
spread open wide for his eager captor.

Silva
didn’t waste any time.  As Oron went on jerking Davin off, the tip of Silva’s
thick member slipped into him.  He cried out loudly.

“Oh god!”

But just
an inch wasn’t going to be enough; not for any of them.  He gasped loudly and
gritted his teeth as the bulging cock pushed deeper and deeper.  It split him
open and forced its way in, rubbing up against tender patches of flesh that
Davin was feeling for the very first time.  His moans echoed through the room.

“Yes, oh
fuck yes!”

Silva,
once he was finally buried in Davin’s tight ass, gripped his powerful hips and
began to thrust in and out.  He wasted very little time in speeding up until he
was pounding into him furiously.  Beads of sweat rolled down off of Davin’s
brow as he pulled down onto the metal chains. To his side, Oron stroked himself
shamelessly and shimmied his way into the small space between him and the wall.

Oron’s
lips surrounded Davin’s bouncing member with finesse.  He immediately began to
suckle and lick him, all while quickly jerking himself off.

The
sensation of both men using and abusing his body made Davin buck and rock with
pleasure.  The powerful pounding from behind forced him back and forth with
loud, wet slaps.  He looked down below, only to catch Oron excitedly erupt a
stream of his cum onto the ground in front of him.

It made
Davin want them even more.

He shoved
his hips forward, thrusting his cock into the back of Oren’s throat, but Silva’s
deep pounding behind pulled him back.  It went on like that for some time:
pushing, pulling, pounding and thrusting until Davin felt the muscles in the
pit of his gut begin to tighten.  They were as hard as his busy pole.

“Oh god,”
he screamed, “oh fuck!”

A sudden
snap of ecstasy ripped through his body and he pushed himself onto Oren’s mouth
one last time.  A powerful rush of his salty fluids shot out deep inside of
Oren’s throat.  Davin closed his eyes and felt the tender flesh surrounding
Silva’s cock throb and pulse.  The blood coursing through his veins pounded
outward.

He felt
like his entire body was going to explode.

“Good,”
Silva growled, “good.”

He moved
faster, pounding into Davin’s ass so hard that he eventually forced him up
against the wall.  He lifted him up onto the tips of his toes and buried his
meat one last time before finally finishing.  Davin felt his member spit out
the hot cum inside of him, filling him up.

Once
both of them were done, Silva and Oren walked back to the rear of the room
where Davin could hear that they were dressing.

“What,”
he gasped for breath, “what now?”

There
was a moment of silence before Silva answered.

“I don’t
know.  You tell me.”

Davin
rested his glistening head on the wall in front of him.  He considered
everything that had just occurred.  It was immediately clear to him that they
had told him the truth: all of those men before him chose to stay.  Why wouldn’t
they?  In an instant, every opinion and perspective that he had ever known was
called into question.

Oren
piped up, “We will have a convoy headed back to the border at six-fifteen.”

“Yes,”
Davin licked his lips, “but when do I get spanked again?”

He heard
the two men give off a knowing chuckle before he closed his eyes and smiled. 
Maybe the mission was a success after all.

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