A blog to display the drawings I did and share pleasure. I beg those who access my blog to leave comments, suggestions, or criticisms. I love to know what pleases or dislikes my audience. "Pornography is no different from war films or propaganda films in that it tries to make the visceral, horrific, or transgressive elements of life consumable. Propaganda is far more pornographic than a home video of two people fu**ing." — Michael Haneke
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Sunday, February 26, 2012
I had discovered the perfect place and job for a guy like me.
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Saturday, February 25, 2012
Disappeared part of the load. Someone will pay for it.
About five years ago, the fag agreed to be the truck driver's helper and whore. The truck driver would go on long trips, and go months without returning to his own home or family, so he used to pick up whores on the side of the road or fuck other truck drivers he met.
One day he met the faggot who offered himself to truck drivers as a whore or loader at a gas station. The two fucked furiously, and the boner was so intense that the boy offered to be with the truck driver forever.
In the early years, during trips, the boy sucked and gave his ass to the driver every day, countless times. The driver liked to fuck and use his brat brutally, defining him as his private bitch.
The boy learned to care for his Owner with dedication and affection. He did the heavy manual work, loaded and unloaded loads at stops, changed tires, cared for and washed the truck, washed his Owner's clothes, and cooked for him. Even though he worked so efficiently and diligently, he never received any payment or even asked for it. He liked being his male's bitch; he was horny to be used and abused by his male.
In a short time, his Owner discovered the pleasure of humiliating and beating him. He took his papers and kept him naked as long as possible. He saw that this treatment made his fag horny, hard-on, and happy.
One of their favorite punishments was tying the naked fagot to the side of the truck, with the wrench attached to the head of his cock, so that he wouldn't get erect and betray his pleasure in being that way. The other truck drivers seeing the scene thought that the bitch was in great pain without even imagining his happiness for being in that situation.
When someone asked the reason for such a violent punishment, the driver said that part of the load had disappeared and that someone was being punished for it. The heavy tool, the wrench, was crushing his foreskin. His hard-on rocked the tool, increasing the pain. The bruised skin will hurt for the next few days. Urinating will be a huge pain, but the Owner and his bitch loved to do this show at the busiest gas stations.
Please feel free to leave me here. When you want to use me, please get it heavy.
The beatings and rapes hurt a lot, but you can leave me here in the corner, naked and tied up, I won't try to free myself or run away. You thought that on the first day, I would leave and run away from you, didn't you? You're surprised I've been here for weeks, enduring without complaining, screaming for help, or asking for your mercy. I only eat the remains that you throw on the floor for me; I drink your cum and your piss. I suck your cock eagerly and hornily, even when it hurts the back of my throat. I haven't even worn a pair of underwear in weeks. When you come back from work, you are surprised that I'm still here waiting for you to come back, naked on my fours; after the fuck, I wait for you to rest, ready for another beating; I bear all this resigned and obedient just to prove to you that I'm your bitch, my beloved Owner.
I don't ever want to leave again; I don't ever want to wear underwear again; I don't ever want to open my mouth to say anything again just for you to shove your dick down my throat.
I LOVE BEING TREATED AS A PIECE OF MEAT. Trampled, beaten and dumped in a corner
Invariably, when she comes home, I wait for her with her dinner ready, hot and the table set. I prepare and serve her drinks and satisfy her every wish. I've been her domestic fag slave for years; I won't leave her house for anything; I don't wear anything, not even underwear.
All my gestures and actions are just to please and serve her.
She has boyfriends, friends and family. I have nothing or anyone, I'm just hers, but I am neither her friend nor her lover; I am just her faggot.
I help her with her bath, wash her clothes, tidy, and clean her house.
Sometimes she has fun with me; she puts out her cigarettes, burning my nipples and the head of my dick. She beats me with her whip or steps on my balls. I like it when she makes me feel pain; I feel horny. Sometimes her boyfriends fuck me, and sometimes, she tells me to suck their dicks. Some of them have enormous dicks, and they like to take it so hard and deep down my throat that I feel like I'm going to choke. Some of them spank me so violently that I was scarred and injured for months. She takes pleasure in humiliating me, lending me and seeing me crying and moaning with so much pain, me too.
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
This drawing shows how to decorate an animal tied. How do you prefer to see the victim?
When the animal is firmly immobilized, unable to move, and completely exposed and defenseless to torture, when we have all the time for fun, when there is no rush, when is the moment to stop harming the slave? Give the lashes calmly, spaced out, without rushing, observe each mark of the wound on the slave's leather, and appreciate and enjoy your work and art. It's an opportunity to learn, improve, and have complete fun.
The sergeant felt undisguised pleasure beating up, for hours, the most beautiful recruit. Completely naked.
The sergeant spent hours punishing the hottest soldier in the troop; he always kept him naked during the beatings, with the laces of his boots tying the base of his scrotum so that his dick remained hard most of the time. The other soldiers watched with so much excitement and pleasure that they never reported their sergeant.