The prisioners body is soaked with blood, sweat and tears.

When I draw the prisoner being tortured I feel horny about the situation, and when I continue to change the drawing it is as if I were watching the scene. 

The executioner does not care about the screams, the contortions, the sweat, the blood and the tears that flow through the body of the victim.

The body is soaked with blood, sweat and tears.

His beautiful penis is swollen and deformed, purple and bruised. His scrotum hangs swollen and empty. Surely he will never have an erection again.

His nipples are swollen and bleed.

The torture session lasts for hours but it seems like time does not pass.

The torture room is small and stuffy, very hot.

Having a prisoner well immobilized available to torture with the pliers is a huge pleasure!

Having a young and robust prisoner, well mobilized and with all the time to torture him with pliers, is an immense pleasure!

I like to gently grab parts of his skin with the pliers, holding parts of his skin with the pliers' side, pulling out firmly. I ask him to look at what I do with the pliers; seeing his skin being twisted and crushed must be part of the turn-on.

Choose each part to crush with the iron, and take special care of the nipples; they are susceptible and resistant. When the nipples are more prominent and pointier, it is more fun and more accessible to grab and twist them hard.

The penis and scrotum must be carefully injured; we don't want to rip out pieces yet.

The already crushed parts become bruised and purple but can be pinched again precisely because they are more sensitive.

Watching his injured and tortured body is moving.

Which do you prefer? Is the body still smooth or injured? Feel free to leave your opinion.

The face of pain and despair of the victim.

This drawing is not ready yet, it's just a preliminary post.

I wanted to show the pleasure of having the prisoner's body immobilized 

to be worked with pliers and turquoises. 

The face of pain and despair of the victim contrasts with the calm and pleasure of the executioner.

Gathering the whole family to watch the punishment of the servants.

It was expected that the whole family would gather to watch the punishment of servants, an activity that sought to combat the boredom of the long winters.

At the same time, this noisy, violent, and pathetic spectacle reiterated the unlimited power over the lives and bodies of the servants.

The fact that all family members of all ages acted naturally and happily in the face of the young servant's suffering and agony taught young people and noble children that torturing, whipping, and inflicting pain on their servants was acceptable and even necessary to maintain order and dominion over the servants.

The nobles must not show pity, mercy, or any other feeling other than superiority and cruelty. The screams of despair and the pleas of the servants were considered fun, funny, and part of the joy for the noble family to live together.

The whipped boys do not complain, they and their families do not protest, they accept that the right of their masters is unlimited.

The Russian nobles were feudal lords with total power over all the families who inhabited their lands. During the long winters, when food was scarce, and hunger threatened the survival of all, they would stay in their comfortable and heated palaces. The noble families spent months of tedious parties and endless drunkenness without being able to leave during the snowstorms. One of the diversions was to bring the sons of the servants, or the orphaned boys, to torture and whip them for no reason or justification. Seeing a handsome boy being beaten, crying, and sobbing in pain, hearing their moans and supplications is delicious.

The whole noble family could have fun with the scene. Curiously observe the effect of each type of whip as each blow marks the boy's thin, delicate white skin.

The maid and servants help to tie and beat the young man without showing any mercy.

Some families even sent their most vigorous and robust children to their masters' dacha in exchange for food or even to have one less mouth to feed. The poverty was so great that the boys were often left on the porches of the dachas naked so they could bring their clothes back to their homes for the other children to wear.

The boys chosen to entertain the parties do not complain. 

Their families do not protest; they accept that the rights of their masters are unlimited.

I can not understand or deny that I get horny and hard when he walks into the cell.

I don't know why I was arrested or how long I've been in this cell.

I was walking home when the police car pulled up beside me on the street. He got out, looked me straight in the eyes, directly and deeply, like I'd never been looked at before.

He saw me, I think he saw my soul, my nature. Then he asked for my documents, handcuffed me, and put me in the back of the police van.

He brought me here, took off all my clothes, and tied me up so I couldn't protect myself, stand up, or see my hands.

I eat everything he throws on the cell floor for me to eat: leftover food, dog food, pieces of fruit, or bread. He takes his penis out of his pants, and I drink all the urine without choking, or I suck his penis to drink his semen.

I am obedient, submissive, and affectionate with him. I don't complain, I don't question, I am just obedient, resigned, and affectionate. Even so, I don't understand why he hits me so hard and treats me with such brutality and cruelty.

Every day, two or three times, he comes into the cell and whips me many times, hard, without mercy, until I almost faint, and then he rapes me.

It's not an interrogation; he doesn't ask questions; he insults me, kicks me, and laughs at my crying.

My back hurts a lot; I feel hungry, cold, pain in my wrists and buttocks. But I can't understand or hide that I get aroused, my penis gets hard, and I ejaculate when he enters the cell.

The cell floor is covered in urine, tears, sweat, blood, and semen, everything I spill.

The prisoners of the GULAGS sold as slaves.

Prisoners of the Revolutionary Government were transported to Siberia by trains in large numbers, thousands of men sent to serve long sentences. 

The bureaucrats and judges' expectation was that most of them would never come back. Many would die in the labor camps, others from hunger and torture. Others would die trying to escape, fleeing through the fields and galvanized and unpopulated forests. 

For all this there was no problem if a few hundred of them were simply sold by the soldiers to the farmers or to the nomadic peoples of Siberia. The younger, stronger, healthier prisoners were simply marketed, obviously naked, because the clothes on those polar lands were more valuable and necessary than their users.

Some were used as slaves on farms or to pull carts to the point of exhaustion and death. Once dead, or even dying, their bodies were often given as food to dogs.