They paid to see him being whipped. It hurt a lot, but it amused them. He was well paid.

Since childhood, the family noticed that the boy was different, and they soon recognized that he was a faggot. He suffered violence in his house; his brothers and father attacked him to see if he would straighten out, but he continued to be different. He had to drop out of school, and he couldn't get a job anywhere precisely because he was a faggot. A cousin, also disliked by everyone, invited him to work at the red light, and he accepted.

The owner of the whorehouse proposed that he be whipped to entertain the house's customers. While the customers were drinking and groping the whores, one of them came in with the naked and chained boy on a leash and tied him to the chandelier of the elegant room. Then she whipped him, a little without much force, to make noise and cheer up the guests. Neither she nor he imagined that the scene would be so thriving.

The success was so great and immediate that on the following nights, the performance was adjusted to customers' expectations and requests.

The gentlemen loved seeing the boy being whipped; they paid close attention to the scene and demanded more violent whippings and real wounds on his body. The boy was discovering his masochistic side; he learned to withstand the whipping and still managed to have a beautiful erection for the audience's amusement. At the end of the beating, one of the whores masturbated the boy until he ejaculated to applause! Some men in the room cum as they see the whip hurting his beautiful young body.

What didn't surprise any of the whores was that many of the men who frequented the whorehouse began to hire the boy's services. They went up the stairs accompanied by a whore, but in the bedroom, they were fucked and sucked by the fagot. He became one of the most sought-after and highest-paid prostitutes in the city.

Within a few years, he supported his parents and some of his siblings.

I got him a job and a place to live, but he has to submit to my conditions and perversions.

When I met him, he was already just a young homeless guy who begged in the neighborhood of my shop. He was still handsome but dirty, poorly dressed, and stinky; no one noticed the beauty of his body, only me.

Drugs and drinking had destroyed his reasoning and his self-esteem. The process was as brutal as quick; however, he had not lost the beauty and musculature of youth.

I gradually gained his confidence and started conversations.

The young man already claimed to have given up drugs, but he still drank a lot, had no family or documents, and lived and slept on the street before I offered him the opportunity to work.

I offered him a place to sleep, to live, the old deposit of materials in the back of my store, and an honest job to be the cleaner.

To my family, employees, and customers, my decision to rescue that piece of shit from the street was incredible generosity and humanity. No one has ever questioned or suspected my real and perv intentions.

Gradually, I realized that he accepted all my scoldings and offenses without any complaints. When my other employees were not around, I started slapping and disturbing him in the face. Little by little, I awakened his more submissive side and his perversions.

Being cruel to him, humiliating him, excites me too much.

It was not difficult to get away with some merchandise and leave the accusation in the air that "someone was stealing the store."

The miserable alcoholic living in the back was always the prime suspect.

I explained to him that I would have to lock him in the warehouse on the weekends, due to the thefts, when the store remained closed.

With this plan carefully executed and successful, I could spend most weekends with him without anyone knowing where I was.

I like to see the guy naked, crying, and moaning while I spend hours whipping, beating, hurting, and raping him.

In these long sessions of humiliation, abuse, and torture, he was often excited and happy to be my slut, dirty bitch. His dick got hard many times; he accepted and obeyed all violence without question or complaint. He cried a lot but never asked for mercy or me to relax when I whipped him. When I pinched and twisted his nipples with extreme cruelty, his cock instantly became hard, spilling pre cum..

He felt like shit; he felt guilty and ashamed of what he had become; maybe that's why he thought he deserved to be so violently punished.

He was indeed a despicable, submissive, masochistic faggot.

I feel great pleasure in making him go hungry and cold, and I often force him to drink my urine and eat his shit off the floor. The more crud and brutal I am, the more obedient and submissive he becomes.

Sometimes, I order him to masturbate, and after he comes, I whip his genitals brutally.

I taught him to suck me, lick my feet, and perfectly clean his anus before being raped.

Even when I can not go there, using him on weekends, I take great pleasure in watching television with my family on our comfortable soft sofas and remembering that he is locked, lonely, naked, sleeping on the cold ceramic floor, naked, hungry, and in chains. My couch at home got so much more comfortable! 

On holidays, I would leave him there in that condition for two or three days, with two miserable pots of feed and water within reach. I still forced him to swallow all the shit and urine he did on the floor. He was severely beaten before releasing his chains if the ground was soiled.

When we have barbecues at home or birthday parties, I collect the leftover bones and sweets from the family dishes. I take the remains to the warehouse, throw everything on the floor, floor and piss on the remains before ordering him to eat everything and lick the bottom until it is spotless and shining.

I started to feel a lot more pleasure in eating.

Over the years, I intend to transform him into the most perfect and wretched animal.

He is mine. He accepts, does not complain, does not run away, and has no alternatives.

What else could I do with this kind of rabble?

This position allows for torture while preparing for castration.

The strong and heavy animal tied in this position for many hours was whipped and tortured with great violence and calm. The more he writhed and moved desperately under the whip, the more it contributed to the hanging of his organs.

After a few hours, we were able to cut his cock and scrotum off without losing any more blood.

This servant will receive what it deserves.

Tell me how many lashes I should receive. Leave your opinion.  

I will prepare each one to be sold.

Please,choose which of them should be whipped and tortured.

In the Caribbean ports, from the seventeenth to the nineteenth centuries, the pirates sold the passengers and seamen captured from the looted vessels. The richest and noblest abductees were offered by large rescues paid for by their families. The simplest, poor and working men, were eventually bought by farmers as slaves.

 

I accept that you're the boss.

and he pays me to do this!

these i took the notebook

now you'll understand who's boss in this house!

Why am I still excited?