Blown Cover (feat. Art by Jotto)

Adam had been undercover with the drug cartel for eight months, posing as a low-level enforcer. In that position, he’d been able to find people in the organization willing to snitch and quietly “disappear” them into the hands of his fellow agents at the DEA. One day a “big fish” in the organization was revealed to be a fellow undercover agent, working for a different branch of law enforcement. Or so it seemed. Faced with a chance to do real damage to the cartel, Adam let his guard down. It was all staged. He was exposed! “Tell me how much the agency knows, pig!” Adam didn’t answer. One of the crew rammed a crowbar into the meat of his thigh again, bruising the massive muscles. Adam grunted in pain, but stayed silent. His captor reached out with one gloved hand and grabbed Adam’s large balls, crushing them painfully. “Talk pig, and you might get to keep these for a while longer!” Adam gritted his teeth against the agony, squeezing his eyes shut, still saying nothing. He couldn’t let them know how much the Agency knew, it was his only chance. “Fine, take him downstairs.” ***** The old drug processing lab below the main floor was no longer used in manufacturing product, but its soundproof, windowless walls made it useful for private meetings and other things the cartel didn’t want witnessed. The first time one of the cattle prods had touched his abdomen, Adam had barely kept his cry of pain inside. By the fifth time, he couldn’t hold back his screams. The four interrogators kept the prods moving, touching different areas of his body to keep Adam from becoming desensitized to the pain. His pecs, his nipples, his biceps, his ass, his thighs, his nutsack—sometimes in sequence, sometimes several at once—the only thing below his neck left untouched was his cock. “Don’t worry,” his captor said, grinning when he followed Adam’s gaze. “We’re saving that for the Boss. He’ll want that for himself when he gets back…in three days.” Days? Adam’s eyes widened. He couldn’t possibly hold out for three— Three of the cattle prods touched his body again, drowning his thoughts in agony.