Umraniye is known and notorious in Turkey as a coffin-prison. Contrary to the way the prison was run in the 90’s, the prisoners are no longer kept in solitary confinement. Over and over again the prison board tries to take away the prisoners' rights. Arbitrary bans on visits by lawyers and relatives, attacks on prisoners during their way to court, bans on legal papers and books, denying medical treatment … that is the order of the day.  The last attack against the Umraniye-prison occurred on December13, 1999. While they were careful enough not to kill any prisoners during this attack, because of the coming elections, the violence they used in the attack after the elections was exceedingly brutal.

 I can remember when fellow prison guard Alexandir Bunako binding, gagging and raping a tall, handsome American prisoner named Brian Walsh.

Brian was our guest because he hadn’t kept in mind that drug laws and enforcement rates change drastically depending on what country you’re in. He, like so many other tourists, often traveled to countries where certain drugs were culturally accepted, though still very illegal. This often misleads travelers into feeling a false sense of security. People often end up in foreign prisons for violating that nation’s drug laws while on vacation, sometimes knowingly and sometimes unknowingly. Brian found himself in our prison for allegedly trying to smuggle heroin out of the country; his “friend” had asked him to carry a bag (with the drugs) through customs for him. The man with the bag was caught, the “friend” had already disappeared.

So here he was.  All six foot something of him - a beautiful, beaming blond American, muscled frame, sky blue eyes.

And I didn't have to lift a finger when Alex tied him up and had his way with him either. And I didn’t hold back out of cruelty, but out of mercy.  I saw that Brian LIKED the treatment he was receiving at the hand of my comrade.  And Alex enjoyed himself as well.  He loved it immensely when the tightly-bound and helpless American writhed and begged for the ultimate pleasure after a bout of affable sadism. It was pure B&D sexual masochism for Alexandir … I could see that clearly.  And for Brian I could tell that it was sweet ambrosial sadism.

Alex bound Brian up tight before tearing him apart, but I’m getting ahead of myself.  We’ll start with Alex who, with my help, got Brian into a solitary cell and dumped him onto the mattress located on the grimy chamber floor.

My comrade literally ripped the shirt from Walsh’s back. The first thing I did was tug off the dazed American’s shoes and sniff his sweaty white socks with a few deep breaths. Then I slowly began removing one of his white socks, which smelled fantastic and even stronger than I'd imagined. I buried my nose in Brian's fragrant sweaty white sock for I don't know how long. I even began licking the salty sweat from the handsome American’s other hot, humid socked foot. Alex, leaning against the far wall, watched me and laughed. Eventually I peeled off our captive's remaining saliva soaked sock.

“No … ” he whimpered, trying to push the sentry away from him. As he did so, Alex grabbed his arms and twisted them behind his back. As Brian struggled, I began rubbing his hands over Bri’s chest and licking playfully at his nipples.

Apparently our prisoner liked this, because his hand went for his cock.  But before he could touch it Alex grabbed his arms and bellowed, "Did I say you could touch yourself?  The first thing you’re going to learn here is to do something ONLY when I fucking tell you you can do it!" My comrade then bound Brian’s hands behind his back with strips from his shredded shirt.

And while Alexandir took care of our captive’s top half, I spent my time on the lower one.  I spent a few minutes committing to memory every part of Brian's bare feet ... the almost invisible blond hairs on his sweet toes, the pinkies heels with the smooth soles. The beautiful perfection of them caused an erection to push uncomfortably against my underwear and pants. I brought my eyes and nose within inches of the naked feet before me. I took a gentle, tentative lick at the area underneath Brian's left baby toe and immediately felt pre-cum dampen my underwear. As the full reality of the situation hit me, my heart began racing ... Brian Walsh was all mine! To do with as I pleased!

The erection straining against my underwear and pants inevitably began to hurt, so I released my throbbing boner. When the handsome American regained his full senses, Alex grabbed a hold of Brian's limp penis and squeezed it hard,

"You now belong to my girl here, dog. And you’re either going to follow our orders or well chop you into pieces small enough to flush.  It's that simple."

Brian, bound as he was, was full of hateful defiance,  "You're full of shit you Eurotrash --"

Instantly Alexandir brought his open hand up above his head and swung it down, hitting Brian full on the side of his cranium. The handsome American’s blond head rocked.

Alex then grabbed Bri harshly by the ear and jerked his head around,

"Look at me, dog!"  Brian opened his glacial blue eyes wide as my comrade held him and said, "Look at my face and tell me that I won't gut you like a hog right now!"

He punched Brian again. Blood trickled from the corner of the American’s mouth. Walsh’s body rolled and strained against his bonds. The bonds held him tight. I began to laugh at how absurd he looked.

Then, with precise deliberation, Alex curled the fingers of his left hand around the handsome American’s throat. Brian tilted back as his bloody mouth opened and his face twisted with new agony. Alex leaned close to Bri's face ... the colors of both their faces extraordinary. I mean, as my comrade's face grew darker with rage, Brian's grew paler with terror. Alexandir even spat at our captive,

"You believe it don’t you?  Please say you believe it so that I won’t have to prove it to you …." he whispered, low and deadly.

Brian tried to speak, but nothing would come out of his mouth. His glacial blue eyes were locked on my comrade's red-rimmed brown ones. Alex closed his fingers on Brian's throat with a small but brutal jerk.

"I asked you a question, bitch ... DO YOU BELIEVE IT??"

"I ... I ...," Brian gasped, choked.  I grabbed him and could feel him straining against his bonds. I grinned and traced a finger lightly along an arm and over his chest till I reached a nipple. I then replaced my finger with my tongue, giving  little cat licks.

Alex continued to choke him and soon Bri’s eyes closed slowly as his face changed colors.  He was losing consciousness.  My comrade closed his fingers more tightly around our prisoner’s throat. The handsome American’s eyelids flew open to reveal rolling despairing eyes. He strained against the shirt tied shreds keeping his hands bound behind his back, but soon his struggles grew weaker. Eventually Brian Walsh lay boneless beneath Alexandir, his body limp and almost lifeless.

When Brian regained consciousness, the look of hate and defiant rage was gone, replaced by a look of total subjugation and helplessness. He had awakened right while I was in the middle of feasting upon his dick.  Alex grinned as he watched me suck Brian's dick and lick his balls. Yes, I was getting pleasure having my way with Brian ... but my comrade was also getting pleasure WATCHING me have my way with bound Brian. Yes, our hateful young captive was a gift that kept on giving.

But the gift wasn't just for me. You see, by this time another prison sentry ... a burly dark haired fellow named Nicolas Yancek ... had joined us in the cell. And he’d arrived with all the necessary “instruments” for the three of us to have a good time with our handsome blond American guest.

Alexandir stood over Brian and said, "Now, Nicolas here also likes getting his ass eaten out in addition to slobbering over dick. Now, what I want YOU to do is eat his out, cowboy."

Meanwhile I sat in a chair near the mattress and toed off my shoes. Then I placed my smelly socked feet just about two inches above our captive's shaved head and forced him to sniff. Yancek stripped off his clothing and positioned his ass near Brian's face.

Neither Yancek nor I was used to giving orders of this sort, so we left that up to Alex. He glared at Brian and said,

"Sniff that ass, cowboy! Lick that ass like your miserable life depends on it ... because it does, dog!"

Watching him sniff Nicolas's lick with such earnest abandon really drove me wild, and once Brian began to kiss Yancek’s asscheeks ... as per Alexandir's order ... I actually felt precum dribbling in my trousers.

Then, as Brian knelt before Nicolas and inhaling the odor from his crotch, I was that our captive’s own blood-engorged dick was visibly leaking through his pants. He really did belong to us now, and Alex snapped picture after picture of Brian sniffing and licking Yancek’s ass and crotch and sniffing my feet ... posterity proof of the fact that he was ours.

We put a collar on him, so that he recognized that he was our property for the evening. Then I worked him over--started off with some light finger work on his man-nipples! Once I had warmed him up I used my set of vice nipple clips on the main body of his tits and cloverleaf clamps over these on the nipple tips. We tied his hands behind his back and blindfolded him so he could enjoy the tit pain without distraction. A hand down to his trousers showed that he was getting harder and harder with all this attention, so we untied his hands and ordered him to strip, which he did without hesitation. A nice cut cock and balls.  Nicolas could not resist spanking his smooth ass, followed by my own light paddling and whipping.

When the time came for the handsome American to feast upon my own ass, Brian was a simpering mess.

"Yeah, now you will lick the sweat right off Ivan’s ass!" Alex told Brian while I slid off my trousers.

The handsome American held forth his hands ... bound in front now ... in a final desperate cry for mercy. He whined and cried so much that eventually I became embarrassed for him. But Alexandir didn't have an ounce of mercy in him.

"Get ready to drink down Ivan’s ass-sweat as if it's fine wine, you sorry bastard! But first, kiss 'em! Kiss Ivan’s ass, or I'm going to use my feet to kick your fucking head right off your shoulders!"

My comrade ordered as he tossed our bound captive back down to the mattress. Then I sat beside Brian with my bare ass in front of his head. He inhaled the heady scent of my ass. Then he scooted in close and gently kissed my cheeks ... then kissed slowly up my crack. His tongue explored the sensitive areas around my anus, working down from my crack to the smelly opening.

He had to lick Alexandir’s ass again as well. He couldn't help but to giggle and wiggle his butt as Brian did this. He licked around his anus as if he were a starving man lapping at the last few droplets of water. He only stopped when Yancek took a hold of the handsome American, injected him with some unknown narcotic in a plastic syringe, then seized his genitals and began to slowly tickle Brian's scrotum ... tormenting our captive with a combination of ever-increasing pain and excitement. Eventually Brian's dick became engorged, and Nicolas Yancek began to pump Bri's tool ... stopping every time the handsome American came close to shooting his load.

It wasn't long before Brian's main source of torment was Alex preventing him from cumming. I was transfixed by Brian's dick ... it was as perfect as the rest of his body. It was beautiful. Nicolas hungrily put his mouth on it, swirling all around it with his tongue ... and it wasn't long before Bri swelled even fatter in his mouth. And, after he sucked like a madman for a bit, Yancek soon found herself swallowing a mouthful of Brian Walsh's jizz. He took his mouth off his still hard dick, and the thing exploded again, splashing his face!

After his second shoot, the handsome American’s body seemed more sensitive than ever to touch.

Brian was sweating bullets now as he lay on the mattress, convoluted and panting. Suddenly I reached down and touched his bare foot ... one mere touch ... but Brian's whole body convulsed and his foot jerked violently. Alexandir laughed at the sight of this.

I started lightly scratching our captive's right foot and Alex began playing with the toes on his left. Brian was squirming and going ballistic, and he knew it would only get worse.

After binding his ankles with shredded strips from his Bri’s trousers, my comrade and I attacked the American’s tender soles and soon I began going after the tops of his feet. Alex tied Brian's two big toes together, and then all of the captive's toes were bent back and held ... just before my comrade and I attacked his soles with twice as much vigor. Brian Walsh looked as though he would go insane from the feeling of our twenty fingers on his feet. When I got tired of tickling his soles, Alex was there to take over for me. The handsome American would find no relief from our onslaught.

"No! NOOOOOO!!!"  Brian strained against the strips of cloth binding his wrists and ankles, jerking feverishly, violently as sweat trickled down his body in torment-ridden trails.

My comrade and I were both amused to see him thrashing about as much as his bonds would allow. His face was red and tears were streaming down his very bruised ... but still very handsome ... face. He was begging like I'd never heard anyone beg before,

"P-P-PLEASE! PLEEEEEASE HEEE! N-N-N-NOOOOO! AAAAGH! HA-HA- HAAAARGH!! PLEEEEASE!! N-N-N-NO-NOOOOO! AAAAA-A-A-AARRRGH ... PLEEEEEEASE!!!!!!"

Alexandir laughed derisively at Brian's reaction and motioned towards our captive's crotch, "Hey, this dog is actually getting off on having his feet tickled. This wretch’s dick is rock-hard again!"

And so it was.  Brian's dick was rock hard yet again!  The ticklish sensations in his feet were unbearable, yet they apparently made him sexually excited against his will.

Alex didn't like the idea of the handsome American feeling any pleasure at this experience so, after all was said and done, he untied Brian’s feet, yanked him to a standing position, spun him around ... and then slammed his naked body up against the atelier wall so that his already bruised cheek scraped hard against the abrasive cell wall.

He then employed his cat o' nine tails whip.

After my comrade beat him enough to make him dazed and cooperative,

He was hustled to the back to the mattress.

Alex kept him moving by whipping him on the ass and legs with the cat o' nine tails.

Once in awhile he gave him a solid kick to the crotch. His dick and nuts were soon adorned with angry red marks as a result of the abuse.  Eventually he fainted. 

And while he was out, Brian's wrists were untied.  We then pulled our unconscious captive’s arms above his head, tied re-tied wrists securely together, and then attached the rope to one of the bars in the window above the bare mattress. Moving to the foot of the mattress, we repeated the action with his ankles.

By this time I decided that I had not given our blond guest as much personal attention as Alxandir and Nicolas had. So I took my turn rather abruptly--leaping onto the mattress and slamming the young American’s cock into the back of my throat!  My writhing muscles vibrated on the boy's swelling dick. Brian raised his blond head, his sky-blue eyes riveted on my vigorously sucking mouth.  I heard him cry out as my convulsing throat muscles squeezed his cock, milking the cum out.

Bucking and writhing, his cock leaped in my mouth. I clamped down, my throat gripping the head of his cock like a vise. Vibrating like an epileptic, Brian erupted, his cock spurting his precious seed down my throat. He (along with Alex and Nicolas) gawked at me as I gulped … my thirst insatiable!  Soon I began to wonder if the young American would ever stop cumin, for Brian's fiery cock rocketed off endlessly. Grunting and moaning, he emptied his cock.  I swallowed furiously, desperately trying to catch every last drop of our captive’s potent load.

Finally, Brian fell back on the dirty mattress, his cock still convulsing, the fleshy tool sucked bone-dry thanks to me. The young American’s blue eyes closed, his breathing ragged.

Before he could fully recover, Nicolas untied the American, roughly slapped the blond young man’s face and said, "OK, now suck me!"

Brian had quickly climbed up so that he was in front of the sentry . . . and soon he had taken Yancek down his throat. Nicolas was a good size and Brian was gagging continuously as the guard bruised the American youth’s gullet. Mercifully he wasn't at it long before he pulled out and shot on his face. The next shot went into that Brian’s blond hair and the rest of the smirking sentry’s seed coated his shoulder and back. Nicolas Yancek then placed the head of his cock back into Brian's mouth so that the American youth could suck the rest of his seed as he started to soften. Finally he pulled out of our captive’s mouth and let loose a stream of semen all over Brian's body, face and hair.

Eventually Brian Patrick Walsh, a reporter for the American newspaper The Daily Breeze, was released from our Turkish prison on June 9 after more than four years of detention without trial. Walsh, who would claim he was raped and tortured by police and prison guards during his detention, must still appear in court to face charges that he is a radical hate monger as well as a drug smuggler.  The prosecutor, who was not named in the report, said he was seeking a jail sentence of between one and three years for Walsh on the charge of "inciting enmity and hate by making false accusations of abuse"

His friends in America were outraged, but I personally feel that the accusations truly were false, for Brian certainly gleaned as much pleasure from our “encounters” as Alex, Nicolas and I did.

My name is Ivan Celebi and I am a guard at the Umraniye prison in Turkey

Umraniye is known and notorious in Turkey as a coffin-prison. Contrary to the way the prison was run in the 90’s, the prisoners are no longer kept in solitary confinement. Over and over again the prison board tries to take away the prisoners' rights. Arbitrary bans on visits by lawyers and relatives, attacks on prisoners during their way to court, bans on legal papers and books, denying medical treatment … that is the order of the day.  The last attack against the Umraniye-prison occurred on December13, 1999. While they were careful enough not to kill any prisoners during this attack, because of the coming elections, the violence they used in the attack after the elections was exceedingly brutal.

 I can remember when fellow prison guard Alexandir Bunako binding, gagging and raping a tall, handsome American prisoner named Brian Walsh.

Brian was our guest because he hadn’t kept in mind that drug laws and enforcement rates change drastically depending on what country you’re in. He, like so many other tourists, often traveled to countries where certain drugs were culturally accepted, though still very illegal. This often misleads travelers into feeling a false sense of security. People often end up in foreign prisons for violating that nation’s drug laws while on vacation, sometimes knowingly and sometimes unknowingly. Brian found himself in our prison for allegedly trying to smuggle heroin out of the country; his “friend” had asked him to carry a bag (with the drugs) through customs for him. The man with the bag was caught, the “friend” had already disappeared.

So here he was.  All six foot something of him - a beautiful, beaming blond American, muscled frame, sky blue eyes.

And I didn't have to lift a finger when Alex tied him up and had his way with him either. And I didn’t hold back out of cruelty, but out of mercy.  I saw that Brian LIKED the treatment he was receiving at the hand of my comrade.  And Alex enjoyed himself as well.  He loved it immensely when the tightly-bound and helpless American writhed and begged for the ultimate pleasure after a bout of affable sadism. It was pure B&D sexual masochism for Alexandir … I could see that clearly.  And for Brian I could tell that it was sweet ambrosial sadism.

Alex bound Brian up tight before tearing him apart, but I’m getting ahead of myself.  We’ll start with Alex who, with my help, got Brian into a solitary cell and dumped him onto the mattress located on the grimy chamber floor.

My comrade literally ripped the shirt from Walsh’s back. The first thing I did was tug off the dazed American’s shoes and sniff his sweaty white socks with a few deep breaths. Then I slowly began removing one of his white socks, which smelled fantastic and even stronger than I'd imagined. I buried my nose in Brian's fragrant sweaty white sock for I don't know how long. I even began licking the salty sweat from the handsome American’s other hot, humid socked foot. Alex, leaning against the far wall, watched me and laughed. Eventually I peeled off our captive's remaining saliva soaked sock.

“No … ” he whimpered, trying to push the sentry away from him. As he did so, Alex grabbed his arms and twisted them behind his back. As Brian struggled, I began rubbing his hands over Bri’s chest and licking playfully at his nipples.

Apparently our prisoner liked this, because his hand went for his cock.  But before he could touch it Alex grabbed his arms and bellowed, "Did I say you could touch yourself?  The first thing you’re going to learn here is to do something ONLY when I fucking tell you you can do it!" My comrade then bound Brian’s hands behind his back with strips from his shredded shirt.

And while Alexandir took care of our captive’s top half, I spent my time on the lower one.  I spent a few minutes committing to memory every part of Brian's bare feet ... the almost invisible blond hairs on his sweet toes, the pinkies heels with the smooth soles. The beautiful perfection of them caused an erection to push uncomfortably against my underwear and pants. I brought my eyes and nose within inches of the naked feet before me. I took a gentle, tentative lick at the area underneath Brian's left baby toe and immediately felt pre-cum dampen my underwear. As the full reality of the situation hit me, my heart began racing ... Brian Walsh was all mine! To do with as I pleased!

The erection straining against my underwear and pants inevitably began to hurt, so I released my throbbing boner. When the handsome American regained his full senses, Alex grabbed a hold of Brian's limp penis and squeezed it hard,

"You now belong to my girl here, dog. And you’re either going to follow our orders or well chop you into pieces small enough to flush.  It's that simple."

Brian, bound as he was, was full of hateful defiance,  "You're full of shit you Eurotrash --"

Instantly Alexandir brought his open hand up above his head and swung it down, hitting Brian full on the side of his cranium. The handsome American’s blond head rocked.

Alex then grabbed Bri harshly by the ear and jerked his head around,

"Look at me, dog!"  Brian opened his glacial blue eyes wide as my comrade held him and said, "Look at my face and tell me that I won't gut you like a hog right now!"

He punched Brian again. Blood trickled from the corner of the American’s mouth. Walsh’s body rolled and strained against his bonds. The bonds held him tight. I began to laugh at how absurd he looked.

Then, with precise deliberation, Alex curled the fingers of his left hand around the handsome American’s throat. Brian tilted back as his bloody mouth opened and his face twisted with new agony. Alex leaned close to Bri's face ... the colors of both their faces extraordinary. I mean, as my comrade's face grew darker with rage, Brian's grew paler with terror. Alexandir even spat at our captive,

"You believe it don’t you?  Please say you believe it so that I won’t have to prove it to you …." he whispered, low and deadly.

Brian tried to speak, but nothing would come out of his mouth. His glacial blue eyes were locked on my comrade's red-rimmed brown ones. Alex closed his fingers on Brian's throat with a small but brutal jerk.

"I asked you a question, bitch ... DO YOU BELIEVE IT??"

"I ... I ...," Brian gasped, choked.  I grabbed him and could feel him straining against his bonds. I grinned and traced a finger lightly along an arm and over his chest till I reached a nipple. I then replaced my finger with my tongue, giving  little cat licks.

Alex continued to choke him and soon Bri’s eyes closed slowly as his face changed colors.  He was losing consciousness.  My comrade closed his fingers more tightly around our prisoner’s throat. The handsome American’s eyelids flew open to reveal rolling despairing eyes. He strained against the shirt tied shreds keeping his hands bound behind his back, but soon his struggles grew weaker. Eventually Brian Walsh lay boneless beneath Alexandir, his body limp and almost lifeless.

When Brian regained consciousness, the look of hate and defiant rage was gone, replaced by a look of total subjugation and helplessness. He had awakened right while I was in the middle of feasting upon his dick.  Alex grinned as he watched me suck Brian's dick and lick his balls. Yes, I was getting pleasure having my way with Brian ... but my comrade was also getting pleasure WATCHING me have my way with bound Brian. Yes, our hateful young captive was a gift that kept on giving.

But the gift wasn't just for me. You see, by this time another prison sentry ... a burly dark haired fellow named Nicolas Yancek ... had joined us in the cell. And he’d arrived with all the necessary “instruments” for the three of us to have a good time with our handsome blond American guest.

Alexandir stood over Brian and said, "Now, Nicolas here also likes getting his ass eaten out in addition to slobbering over dick. Now, what I want YOU to do is eat his out, cowboy."

Meanwhile I sat in a chair near the mattress and toed off my shoes. Then I placed my smelly socked feet just about two inches above our captive's shaved head and forced him to sniff. Yancek stripped off his clothing and positioned his ass near Brian's face.

Neither Yancek nor I was used to giving orders of this sort, so we left that up to Alex. He glared at Brian and said,

"Sniff that ass, cowboy! Lick that ass like your miserable life depends on it ... because it does, dog!"

Watching him sniff Nicolas's lick with such earnest abandon really drove me wild, and once Brian began to kiss Yancek’s asscheeks ... as per Alexandir's order ... I actually felt precum dribbling in my trousers.

Then, as Brian knelt before Nicolas and inhaling the odor from his crotch, I was that our captive’s own blood-engorged dick was visibly leaking through his pants. He really did belong to us now, and Alex snapped picture after picture of Brian sniffing and licking Yancek’s ass and crotch and sniffing my feet ... posterity proof of the fact that he was ours.

We put a collar on him, so that he recognized that he was our property for the evening. Then I worked him over--started off with some light finger work on his man-nipples! Once I had warmed him up I used my set of vice nipple clips on the main body of his tits and cloverleaf clamps over these on the nipple tips. We tied his hands behind his back and blindfolded him so he could enjoy the tit pain without distraction. A hand down to his trousers showed that he was getting harder and harder with all this attention, so we untied his hands and ordered him to strip, which he did without hesitation. A nice cut cock and balls.  Nicolas could not resist spanking his smooth ass, followed by my own light paddling and whipping.

When the time came for the handsome American to feast upon my own ass, Brian was a simpering mess.

"Yeah, now you will lick the sweat right off Ivan’s ass!" Alex told Brian while I slid off my trousers.

The handsome American held forth his hands ... bound in front now ... in a final desperate cry for mercy. He whined and cried so much that eventually I became embarrassed for him. But Alexandir didn't have an ounce of mercy in him.

"Get ready to drink down Ivan’s ass-sweat as if it's fine wine, you sorry bastard! But first, kiss 'em! Kiss Ivan’s ass, or I'm going to use my feet to kick your fucking head right off your shoulders!"

My comrade ordered as he tossed our bound captive back down to the mattress. Then I sat beside Brian with my bare ass in front of his head. He inhaled the heady scent of my ass. Then he scooted in close and gently kissed my cheeks ... then kissed slowly up my crack. His tongue explored the sensitive areas around my anus, working down from my crack to the smelly opening.

He had to lick Alexandir’s ass again as well. He couldn't help but to giggle and wiggle his butt as Brian did this. He licked around his anus as if he were a starving man lapping at the last few droplets of water. He only stopped when Yancek took a hold of the handsome American, injected him with some unknown narcotic in a plastic syringe, then seized his genitals and began to slowly tickle Brian's scrotum ... tormenting our captive with a combination of ever-increasing pain and excitement. Eventually Brian's dick became engorged, and Nicolas Yancek began to pump Bri's tool ... stopping every time the handsome American came close to shooting his load.

It wasn't long before Brian's main source of torment was Alex preventing him from cumming. I was transfixed by Brian's dick ... it was as perfect as the rest of his body. It was beautiful. Nicolas hungrily put his mouth on it, swirling all around it with his tongue ... and it wasn't long before Bri swelled even fatter in his mouth. And, after he sucked like a madman for a bit, Yancek soon found herself swallowing a mouthful of Brian Walsh's jizz. He took his mouth off his still hard dick, and the thing exploded again, splashing his face!

After his second shoot, the handsome American’s body seemed more sensitive than ever to touch.

Brian was sweating bullets now as he lay on the mattress, convoluted and panting. Suddenly I reached down and touched his bare foot ... one mere touch ... but Brian's whole body convulsed and his foot jerked violently. Alexandir laughed at the sight of this.

I started lightly scratching our captive's right foot and Alex began playing with the toes on his left. Brian was squirming and going ballistic, and he knew it would only get worse.

After binding his ankles with shredded strips from his Bri’s trousers, my comrade and I attacked the American’s tender soles and soon I began going after the tops of his feet. Alex tied Brian's two big toes together, and then all of the captive's toes were bent back and held ... just before my comrade and I attacked his soles with twice as much vigor. Brian Walsh looked as though he would go insane from the feeling of our twenty fingers on his feet. When I got tired of tickling his soles, Alex was there to take over for me. The handsome American would find no relief from our onslaught.

"No! NOOOOOO!!!"  Brian strained against the strips of cloth binding his wrists and ankles, jerking feverishly, violently as sweat trickled down his body in torment-ridden trails.

My comrade and I were both amused to see him thrashing about as much as his bonds would allow. His face was red and tears were streaming down his very bruised ... but still very handsome ... face. He was begging like I'd never heard anyone beg before,

"P-P-PLEASE! PLEEEEEASE HEEE! N-N-N-NOOOOO! AAAAGH! HA-HA- HAAAARGH!! PLEEEEASE!! N-N-N-NO-NOOOOO! AAAAA-A-A-AARRRGH ... PLEEEEEEASE!!!!!!"

Alexandir laughed derisively at Brian's reaction and motioned towards our captive's crotch, "Hey, this dog is actually getting off on having his feet tickled. This wretch’s dick is rock-hard again!"

And so it was.  Brian's dick was rock hard yet again!  The ticklish sensations in his feet were unbearable, yet they apparently made him sexually excited against his will.

Alex didn't like the idea of the handsome American feeling any pleasure at this experience so, after all was said and done, he untied Brian’s feet, yanked him to a standing position, spun him around ... and then slammed his naked body up against the atelier wall so that his already bruised cheek scraped hard against the abrasive cell wall.

He then employed his cat o' nine tails whip.

After my comrade beat him enough to make him dazed and cooperative,

He was hustled to the back to the mattress.

Alex kept him moving by whipping him on the ass and legs with the cat o' nine tails.

Once in awhile he gave him a solid kick to the crotch. His dick and nuts were soon adorned with angry red marks as a result of the abuse.  Eventually he fainted. 

And while he was out, Brian's wrists were untied.  We then pulled our unconscious captive’s arms above his head, tied re-tied wrists securely together, and then attached the rope to one of the bars in the window above the bare mattress. Moving to the foot of the mattress, we repeated the action with his ankles.

By this time I decided that I had not given our blond guest as much personal attention as Alxandir and Nicolas had. So I took my turn rather abruptly--leaping onto the mattress and slamming the young American’s cock into the back of my throat!  My writhing muscles vibrated on the boy's swelling dick. Brian raised his blond head, his sky-blue eyes riveted on my vigorously sucking mouth.  I heard him cry out as my convulsing throat muscles squeezed his cock, milking the cum out.

Bucking and writhing, his cock leaped in my mouth. I clamped down, my throat gripping the head of his cock like a vise. Vibrating like an epileptic, Brian erupted, his cock spurting his precious seed down my throat. He (along with Alex and Nicolas) gawked at me as I gulped … my thirst insatiable!  Soon I began to wonder if the young American would ever stop cumin, for Brian's fiery cock rocketed off endlessly. Grunting and moaning, he emptied his cock.  I swallowed furiously, desperately trying to catch every last drop of our captive’s potent load.

Finally, Brian fell back on the dirty mattress, his cock still convulsing, the fleshy tool sucked bone-dry thanks to me. The young American’s blue eyes closed, his breathing ragged.

Before he could fully recover, Nicolas untied the American, roughly slapped the blond young man’s face and said, "OK, now suck me!"

Brian had quickly climbed up so that he was in front of the sentry . . . and soon he had taken Yancek down his throat. Nicolas was a good size and Brian was gagging continuously as the guard bruised the American youth’s gullet. Mercifully he wasn't at it long before he pulled out and shot on his face. The next shot went into that Brian’s blond hair and the rest of the smirking sentry’s seed coated his shoulder and back. Nicolas Yancek then placed the head of his cock back into Brian's mouth so that the American youth could suck the rest of his seed as he started to soften. Finally he pulled out of our captive’s mouth and let loose a stream of semen all over Brian's body, face and hair.

Eventually Brian Patrick Walsh, a reporter for the American newspaper The Daily Breeze, was released from our Turkish prison on June 9 after more than four years of detention without trial. Walsh, who would claim he was raped and tortured by police and prison guards during his detention, must still appear in court to face charges that he is a radical hate monger as well as a drug smuggler.  The prosecutor, who was not named in the report, said he was seeking a jail sentence of between one and three years for Walsh on the charge of "inciting enmity and hate by making false accusations of abuse"

His friends in America were outraged, but I personally feel that the accusations truly were false, for Brian certainly gleaned as much pleasure from our “encounters” as Alex, Nicolas and I did.