Dismissing the guards he inserted the key into the cell door. Happy for the break, the guards returned his salute and retreated down the corridor.
He remained impassive while removing his handkerchief to wipe at the sweat above his lip. Silently entering the darkened cell, he turned to make sure the door shut solidly behind him before he faced the damp, dark interior. He listened for the sound of the chains that held his very special prisoner and followed them to the far corner of the cell, where an imperceptible bundle sat huddled in the darkness.
"It is normal procedure to stand at attention when a superior enters. So on your feet, Estavan!" Ramirez calmly spoke to the prisoner in his most official voice. The bundle barely moved, but Ramirez could tell that he'd been heard.
"It is not a way to make points with me, boy...stand up now or risk being carried out later!'' Ramirez had waited a long time to savor this moment and he wasn't about to be cheated out of viewing this legendary man in chains because of a simple act of insolence.
The bulk moved slowly at first and then, like an uncoiling snake, Estavan stretched out the length of his incredibly muscled body. The Colonel actually savored the slow unveiling. Sweat broke out across his forehead. He found it increasingly difficult to conceal his excitement. The prisoner slowly got to his feet, the rattling of chains an accompanying melody; his very own theme song.
The light from the prison window barely illuminated his handsome black face. Such was Estavan’s beauty that he seemed to absorb and radiate light.
Ramirez struggled in vain to hide his shock and delight at the man’s unwashed beauty. He had heard of the rebel Estavan’s sexual prowess and spellbinding looks for many years.