Korak gets slapped.

A hand slapping his cheek awakened him. He opened his eyes confused. He was on the ground. His wrists had been tightly lashed behind his back.... another rope was used to tie his ankles together.

Tommy stood over him proudly, holding his loincloth.
Only then did Korak realized his loincloth had been removed and he was naked.

''Sorry for hurting you. However I warned you to let me go.''

Korak tugged hard at his bonds but they did not budge.
He could not believe this thin youngster had defeated him.

''My mom taught me how to fight. She was married to a carnival wrestler and had been in her fair share of fights. She knew that as a gay boy on a ship people might take advantage of me so she wanted me to fend for myself.'' He explained.

''I am sorry for humiliating you like that. But she always learned me to **** my opponents so they would not mess with me in the future.'' He said a bit apologetically, clearly feeling bad for hurting Korak.

''What do you want with me?'' Korak asked.

''I.... I am not sure.'' The boy spoke.