Wednesday, July 31, 2013

Slaves could be castrated.

A new small drawing on the same theme.
Slaves were forbidden to reproduce without permission. The owners defining which negroes could generate puppies.
Those who were caught having sex without authorization were punished.
When the lust took care of the slave, his sex drive could be contained with whips. His genitals were beaten, burned and injured.
They stayed days tied in the trunk being punished.
Suffering with cold, with thirsty and hungry.
In some cases, the punishment could be castration.
 

The sailors punishments

I read in one of my BDSM research that the British navy was quite intolerant to homosexuals because homosexuality cases were quite common among sailors. The officers were rarely punished for the offense, coming from the British elite, the officers could keep shallow clerk and sailors under his command to satisfy their "needs".
However, the sailors who were caught or accused of sodomy were severely punished. The most common punishment was that I illustrated in this drawing. The two accused, completely naked in front of the entire crew, have to whipping each other, several times. The caning had to hurt mainly the areas of "sin."
I'm sure the officers had delight in watching such punishments.  The text informs that the punishment stretched for several days, forcing the caught couple work completely naked for weeks, as a form of humiliation, bearing marks of the whip in the body.
Who likes the thing has no doubt that the officers who invented such practices were more perverted than the miserable caught.

Tuesday, July 30, 2013

Sunday the farm in the nineteenth century

View of a traveler on a Brazilian farm in the nineteenth century. On Sundays the farm owners decided how many lashes the slaves would receive for their mistakes. The punishments were applied in front of all the other slaves, as a manner to improve the respect and fear.




Monday, July 29, 2013

I wanted to be hanging there on perch-parrot.


I sent messages, insinuated, and offered to Denilson for months until he agreed to a date with me. He was a handsome and charming black man who lived in my neighborhood on the outskirts and worked at the police station as a city police officer.
I was very horny when I saw him in uniform, and I wanted to be his bitch.
When I started dating Denilson, I asked him to spank me during the sex, and he liked that rougher and more violent sex. I loved when he pissed in my face and spanked me with the police baton.
We didn't act like a couple; we hung out together and went to bars, but he treated me brutally and humiliatingly in front of everyone, and we both enjoyed that scene in public.
We weren't the sweet little gay couple; he just called me a pussy and a whore, slapped me, and spit in my face when he told me to get and pay for his beer. He dressed in sneakers, jeans, and a T-shirt, but I went out barefoot and shirtless, without underwear or documents, taking only my money to pay for what he would drink and eat.
When he talked to the other men at the bar, I was silent, by his side, head down, waiting anxiously for him to give me orders, slap me or pinch my nipples in front of his friends.
He earned more than I did, but I paid all his bills, rent, light, water, and cigarettes. I dreamed and wanted that, but the best part is that he loved being my Owner! We both used to get hard as he whipped me with his leather belt, brutal and cruel. His dick was so hard he couldn't even pee when he gathered his friends on the corner, and they pissed all over me on all fours on the street.
In a short time, the whole neighborhood, his family, and the gang at the police station were already used to the idea that he was my Owner, and I was super happy with that. 
Still, he needed to make it clear to everyone that I was his fagot, and he was the macho man who fucked and used me.
On a sweltering summer Sunday, he ordered me to go to the police station, and in front of everyone, he ripped off my pants and hung me on a macaw tree to show the other officers how to torture someone hanging like that.
He applied electric shocks to my nipples and ears, stuck the club up my ass, and beat me brutally. I screamed as hard as I could, the pain was unbearable, but I wanted everyone at the police station and in the neighborhood to go there and watch my dream martyrdom.
Denilson was also enjoying having an audience watching him use me however he wanted, torturing his fag, showing with force and violence that this sluty horny body was his. He kept me hanging there for hours without rest. As he took off his belt to whip me, his pants nearly fell off, and his hard cock soaked his underwear in front of everyone.
He knew how to make me ache and horny; he knew my body and mind so well that he made me get hard and come dozens of times. He and all the cops spent the entire Sunday afternoon drinking beer, torturing me, and stuffing my ass.
They only realized that I had been unconscious and almost dead for hours at the end of the afternoon. They just threw me naked in a cell where they all fucked me.
For weeks I was very sore and bleeding from the anus. For weeks Denilson didn't fuck me; when he got home, he earned a blowjob, his dinner, and went to sleep. In the evenings and on the weekends, I would follow him to the bars, meeting his colleagues and friends from the police station, paying for his drink, and getting slapped, pissed, and insulted by everyone in the gang.
At one point, the commissary asked Denilson: when will your fag be hung up at the police station again to amuse us all?
Denilson opened his beautiful smile, looked at me affectionately and maliciously, and replied: Bitch, I think you're ready to be hung again next week, aren't you?
I smiled back and looking at that beautiful face I replied: whenever you want, my Owner!

This drawing is a tribute to my friend Sherwin.

Thursday, July 25, 2013

BLIND TALE - SIXTH SCENE.

Some of the owners were able to take care of his slave. He did gymnastics. He was fed, cared for him when he got sick. Some paid dearly to have it as a pet. It was a rare animal. Trained to be used in the most violent and cruel sexual practices. His body was becoming accustomed to the pain, his nipples and his ass became increasingly resistant.

BLIND TALE - FIFTH SCENE

The years passed. He grew up, matured and realized that this would be his life. He was sold, rented and borrowed several times. He served several owners, some more tender, others cruel and sadistic. Sometimes he liked, sometimes he felt the most miserable of beings.

BLIND TALE - FOURTH SCENE.

Over the years he has become accustomed to nudity and bondage. Was kept naked, tied up, gagged and locked all the time.
Do not know what time he would be used. Obey all orders without complaint.

BLIND TALE - THIRD SCENE

The clerk showed the client the skills of your slave.
He handed over all documents of the boy. Said to all who knew him that he traveled to another state, seeking some distant relative.
Blind and unknown he did not exist for anyone else.
Not knowing where he was or who moved in, he did not have any alternative. Obey and serve in exchange for food.

BLIND TALE - SECOND SCENE

The official who abused him more and knew all his perversions led him to a rich and sadistic man.
Without knowing what was agreed and without alternatives the boy was sold without knowing.

BLIND TALE - FIRST SCENE

He was orphaned and blinded in a car accident at the age of six. In kindergarten he learned to be obedient to
please employees. Illiterate and being used by everyone he learned to enjoy being sodomized and suck cocks.
When turned eighteen had to seek new housing.