The Hardest Thing

you’re going into meltdown, I’m figuring out just what it would take to turn this creaking metal frame upside down and pin you underneath it. It’s already top heavy. If I could just raise my knees enough to swing them violently to one side the whole thing might tilt and topple, and you’d be the one on the ground fighting for breath…
    “Cocksucker. Look at your mouth working on my dick. You fucking love it, don’t you?”
    Lines from a porn movie, no doubt, something he’d watched furtively on his PC. This was my cue. I groaned some more and opened my eyes a little, just enough for Ferrari to see that I was coming around. He stopped
playing with my cock, like a kid caught with its hand in the cookie jar.
    “You’re awake.”
    My eyelids fluttered. It wasn’t just acting; my eyeballs felt so fucking dry that the skin was sticking to them.
    “How long you been awake, faggot?”
    Long enough to figure out your little game, Ferrari. “Hunhnhnh?” I couldn’t say much more with his cock in my mouth. He seemed to realize that this was a bit of a giveaway and sprang smartly off the bed. Fuck! The pain in my ribs shot through me, and I felt sick.
    “Where…”
    “Don’t ask questions.” He quickly replaced the sheet. My dick had gone down a bit from the agony of cracked ribs. “Listen to me, Stagg, and listen good.” More movie lines, this time some cheesy gangster flick. Everything about Ferrari was fake, from his expensive tailoring to his tough-guy attitude.
    I tried to look scared. That seemed to work.
    “You’re going to die today. I can make it fast, or I can make it slow.”
    “Jody…”
    He sneered. “Don’t worry about your little friend. We’ve taken care of him.”
    “I thought…” Jesus, my throat hurt, like someone stuck a toilet brush down there. “Thought he was working for you.”
    “So did he, the sucker.” Ferrari laughed. “Hey, that’s not bad. Sucker. That’s what he is, right? A cocksucker. Like you, Stagg. Like the rest of them. All cocksuckers.”
    So did he… What did he mean? Had Jody been in
on the plot—whatever the hell the plot was? We like to look after employees…reward them for a job well done. How much had Jody known when we were on the road? He lied about everything, including his name, over and over. Why should I believe any of the bullshit about Trey Peters and the wire and the intended drug overdose? It was all lies, the sob story about his childhood, the innocent-little-hooker act, the roadside abduction… And then I remembered something from a dream—Jody Miller riding my cock. Not in some motel room, or the driver’s seat of a car, but here, on this bed, with my arms and legs tied. What the fuck was going on? What was real, what was hallucination? Was I dreaming all this now? I pulled my arms out from the metal bedframe and felt the cable ties digging into my flesh. That pain was real, all right. I was awake. This was no dream, no more than Ferrari straddling my chest was a dream. The situation was complicated, for sure, but there are few situations that can’t be improved with a bit of brute force. Just a question of getting the enemy off his guard and waiting for your opportunity.
    I waited.
    And while I waited, I discovered that the tie on my right wrist—the side away from where Ferrari now stood—was not as tight as it might have been. There was, perhaps, half an inch of play. Jackson or Gambino or whoever fixed me to the bed had been in too much of a hurry. Maybe it was Ferrari himself, nervous when it came to manhandling a naked man. Scared of giving himself away.
    Okay, Ferrari, have your fun, because that half inch of play is going to be the death of you. Slowly, methodically,
blocking out the pain, I rotated my wrist, scraping the radius against the plastic band until the skin was broken and bleeding. But with each turn the cable got a little looser.
    Ferrari had stuffed his dick back into his pants but had forgotten to do up his fly. It was easy to see that he was still aroused. That suited me. The more blood in his dick, the less in his brain.
    “You won’t get away with this,” I whispered. I could speak in movie lines as well as anyone.
    “Yeah, right.” Ferrari’s hand wandered back to his dick. “And who’s going to come to the rescue? Nobody knows where the hell you are, Stagg, and nobody cares.” He pulled his cock out again, too turned on to keep it where it belonged. “You’ve been here for two days.