My soldier gripped my throat with one hand, making me gag, growled “Take it” in my ear, pushed my torso down toward that of the soldier under me, moved his hand to holding his bulbous cockhead to resting on top of the root of the cock inside me, and thrust inside. He landed me with a punch and then knelt over me, beating me with his fists. Gay sex Maybe I’d have the restoration of the Turkish house completed–maybe even by Ergon, Jamil, and Sami. “It did clear the air.”“And showed who is gonna do what to who,” he had muttered.I was Peter’s boss, but, from that moment, he dominated me. I knew he was hung. I was still clothed in my T-shirt and shorts, though. But there was so much else to feel guilt for, to seek punishment for. I was sure it was the death he wanted. Different implements perhaps from the other torture chambers I’d seen, but just as lethal.I’d barely had time to take it all in when the commotion started. I’d heard the voice before–when it wasn’t coming from behind a black hood on videotape, beamed to the world on the Internet, the assassin holding a sword in one hand and gripping Peter’s shoulder with the other, as
