The following is an account about a fifteen year old's brush with the law. Kevin was fifteen and thought just because he was young he could get away with anything. He would soon find out that in some foreign countries things work a bit different. While Kevin's father was on business in South America, he decided to bring his blond bombshell of a son with him to spend some time with him. Kevin had sandy blond hair down to his neck and a beautiful tan bod to go with everything else.
One day while his father was away in a meeting Kevin decided to go to the local market and browse around. He saw an unusual piece of jewelery on the ground in front of a shopkeepers open store. He picked it up and began walking away. Immediately the shop keeper began to YELL thief, thief stop him. Kevin frightened began to run. He thought he didn't do anything wrong since it was on the ground. However the police tracked him down to a small alley way and took him to the local police station. There he was brought to the local commanders office. He explained his story and he did not believe him. Why were you running. He responded that he was afraid. No good replied the commander. He immediately ordered the guards to strip him. Frightened he tried to resist. Since all he had was shorts and a tee shirt it was an easy task. He was ordered to stand in front of the desk with his legs spread and hands behind his head, and not to speak. His 7"_c_o_c_k_ began to get hard the commander noticed this and asked him if he found him attractive. As soon as the boy attempted to respond the guards grabbed his hair and held his arms. The commander took a leather riding prop and gave him four SMACKS accross his _c_o_c_k_ SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK. The boy whinced and began to scream as each stroke landed on his head, tears began to roll down his face. The commander ordered him taken away and made to tell the truth. Forth lashes with the strap. The boy hearing this began to cry and plead, but it was no good. The guards handcuffed his hands behind his back and tied a rope around his _c_o_c_k_ and balls. He was then pulled through the prision chamber. All the way the other prisioners were claiming him as their own. The fear going through his body was tremendous. Sweat was pouring along with the tears. His _c_o_c_k_ is being pulled tighter and tighter as he is taken to the room. Finally he arrived at his destination. The room was made of concrete and had a variety of instruments designed for torture. The boy was taken to a pole that was waist high and had a leather harness and a bar attached. The boy was strapped facing the bar and the harness placed around his waist, his legs were chained to the floor and his arms were pulled in front attached to the bar. His ass firmly exposed, and the _c_o_c_k_ rope tied to a hook in the floor. The guards stepped back to let the master do his work. He grabbed the strap and gently ran it over the boys back and shoulders. He continually claimed his innocence. At that point the strap was raised and with full fury whizzzzzzzzzing through the air and SMACK diect hit on his ass. His pecks and ass muscles tightened followed by AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!! AAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! Again WHIZZZZZZZ, smack, smack, smack, smack. AAAAAAHHHHH!!! All the boy could do was grab the hand restraints and scream. After the first 20 the guard stopped and began to pull on the boys now throbbing _c_o_c_k_. Pulling it the boy whinced moaned. Afraid he might enjoy it the guard chanced instruments to a leather strap with strands of leather at the end. Designed to increase the pain. Ths guard raised his hand and with all his fury landed the instrument on his already red but. WHIZZZZZZ! Smack, smack, SMAck., SMack. AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH, SMACK, Smack, AAAAAAAAA. Finally the last stroke hit. The boys head was below his arms. _c_o_c_k_ rock hard and but firey red, he was released from his restraints. He tried to grab his _c_o_c_k_ and the guards immediately cuffed his hands behind his back. The guards reminded him that it was for someone else. The boys face began to turn red and then pale. He replied "please no, NO NO. The guard yanked the _c_o_c_k_ rope the following scream received no pity. With pre cum dripping he was praded back to his cell. Hands still cuffed he went in a corner and sobbed. At that moment the guard appeared and ordered the boy to his knees, and bend over the bed. The boy began to cry NO, NO.
The guard pulled out his 8" erect _c_o_c_k_ and gave it to him dry. The boy could do nothing but scream and moan. Finally the guard began hammering and hammering until the boy could feel the juice stream inside him. The boys _c_o_c_k_ was still rock hard and he was now begging for release. PLEASE, PLEASE. The guard put the boy on the bed and took the throbbing tool in his mouth. As he sucked harder and harder, the boy was moving and squriming. His wet lips moving up and down the throbbing rod he was finally receiving some pleasure. Just about to climax the guard stopped. His feet were then tied to the bed and his hands now secured to the bed posts. The guard asked him to confess, he still persisted on being innocent. Immediatly the penis whip was brought. Now raised and applied to his throbbing _c_o_c_k_, the screams were unbearable. Wack, Wack, Wack, Wack, Wack. Each stroke tugged the throbbing _c_o_c_k_ back and forth. The last wack did it. A healthy load streamed out spurting over his tanned body. AAAAAA. AAAAAA. You better think about telling the truth or it could be a painful six months. With that said he gave one more wack to the now flacid _c_o_c_k_. He ordered the guard to release him. Moaning in pain he clutched his stinging tool. All he was given was food, water and left without clothes for two weeks. He finally was released after six months He never picked up anything offf ther ground ever again.