Waiting to be whipped, enjoying the anticipation of the pain, resigned, knowing that I can't escape, makes me very horny.

I am already used to this waiting, my Master used to put me here, tied up, naked and facing the wall, waiting for my turn to be whipped.

I can't see, but I hear the whip cracking in the air and on the skin of the other slaves who moan and cry under the violent lashes.

I hear my Master and other men talking and laughing as they tear the backs of the slaves who writhe and dance, hanging by the chains.

I know that I will be hanged next, I know that the blood-soaked whips will tear my back, thighs and my ass. I know that the pain will be immense, but at that moment I feel no fear, I tremble with pure anxiety and excitement!

Waiting to be whipped, enjoying the anticipation of the pain, resigned, knowing that I can't escape, makes me very horny.

A quick sketch of the notebook.

Another drawing of a bound and naked slave.
A quick sketch of the notebook.

Blind slave, naked and tied in the woods.

Leave the blind slave, naked and tied in the woods, as a gift to the gods of the forest, was considered normal.
Some died in a few days, other lasting for weeks. Nobody knew whether they were killed by hunger, thirst, animals or peasants.
Another drawing of the notebook, but rather treated in Photoshop.

The slave remained naked and hung for hours

After flog him, i kept the slave naked, bound and hung by his dick and balls for hours. I think he was beatiful in this condition. I hit wank watching him there.

Another drawing from my notebook.

A guy being whipped.

Other day I received a letter in manila envelope. I started drawing without much commitment a guy being whipped. 

I liked the result, clipped the envelope, and I ended up drawing. For this reason the drawing have folds and creases of the original envelope. 

I hope you enjoy.

Slaves treated like beasts of burden

Since my youth, I used to search for schoolbooks images of slaves at Brazil's colonial period. I wonder what was walk through the streets of Rio de Janeiro or Salvador and find those beasts of burden walking naked, sweaty and dirty, working in chains and being whipped.
The colonial caste society repressed any sensuality among whites, white women walked covered by burqas, like in Islam today. But blacks, men or women, were seen as animals such as cattle or mules.
For these creatures there was no god, mercy or dignity. Just work, exploitation and brutality.
All this has always excited me, these images led me to many hand jobs. Envied the black boys, living in the same miserable conditions of them.


The drawing is complete. Posted two stages, the initial version of the top and the final version.

Animal tied to the whipping post

The sadistic executioner took care of tying up the fagot's dick before whipping him to prevent him from cumming during the beating. But he couldn't stop the masochistic pervert's moans of lust and happiness with each lash.

Years ago, this animal gave itself up to be its sadistic owner's bitch.

He has been kept naked, chained, and severely whipped for years, but he has not had a single moment to show regret or regret his decision.

I would like to know the opinion of those who follow and like my blog.

This drawing shows a slave tied to a post to be whipped.

The design has three distinct finishes, each one more colorful and cruel than the other.

Which do you prefer?

Well endowed slaves were given as gifts.

In Rome, the large penises were considered talismans, lucky signs. Well endowed slaves were exchanged as gifts by the richest families.

Could flog the coachman until kill him

Still in the eighteenth century it was common for nobles ordain punish servants even without any justification.
Some brutal punishments were done simply for pleasure, cruelty or to entertain guests.
This drawing shows the coachman being flogged by simply look maliciously to the noble young lady.
The fact that he get excited just become the worst punishment.
The whipping will only stop when the maiden and her father are satisfied.
If they want the boy could die under the whip, his penis and scrotum ripped.
The decision is theirs and the boy, resigned, know that.
He dont ask fo  mercy,he try to keep in silence, just cries and moans.

He will be castrated.

The young, muscular, hairy man was tied naked for four days in an open area between the barracks and the command, exposed to the cruelties of the entire troop, the cold of the night, and the hot sun of the day.

He was tried for being a fag, and sentenced to humiliation, torture, and death for that infamous crime. First, he was stripped naked and fucked violently by every soldier in his troop and had to suck every dick in the barracks.

Afterward, he was tied to a pole and was tortured by all, with cruelty and sadism. His nipples were burned, crushed, and punctured.

His colossal and beautiful cock was beaten and burned mercilessly with envy and lust.

After four days of torture, hunger, and pain, his balls and cock will be cut off, and he knows it.

That's why he came and ejaculated many times during the most painful tortures. The soldiers loved to see that when his nipples were brutally crushed and twisted, the prisoner's cock throbbed with lust. When he was whipped, sperm gushed from his hard cock.

The captive fag  will die, dripping with blood, semen, and tears.

His huge hard-on is politically revolutionary!

Born to sin, feeling horny with the whip and the pain.

I had a very religious upbringing based on chastity and guilt.

When my gay and BDSM sexuality began to emerge, I felt a lot of guilt. The way to suppress sin and the most perverted thoughts was to tie my hard cock and whip myself. The more I tightened the ropes on my dick, the harder it got. The more the whip hurt my back, the more horny I felt. I would beat myself up to try to reduce the urge to sin, lust, or sex. I thought that I was born a lascivious animal with the lowest impulses, made for sex without limits, without restraints. The pain and the whip became my turn-on.

Sunday is the day of my Lord

Today is Sunday, my Master gave me 500 lashes. I had to clean the dirty walls of the room caused by the blood that splashed.
He can beat me all he want, I belong to him, cause I love him.
I never ask to beat less, never ask for mercy. At the end of each beating I kiss and thank him. The more he hits, the more I feel that I belong to him, I'm his thing, his toy, his bitch.

This is not fantasy, it's real. This is what I always dreamed,  which I never believed would conquer, that could never come true. I could not be happier.

For those who understand what I feel and draw.

The beauty of punishing the body to save the soul.

A drawing showing how the monks learned to suffer and have mortified their bodies in the name of God. 

Self flagellation, flogging and torture so that any pleasure was felt. No pleasure?

A brother asked us to help him to avoid that lust take care of his body and soul. We pray together, with him, every stroke on his huge and erect penis. Every blow struck, makes him even more excited. The demon that possesses his soul, is so powerful that all the brethren present were excited too.

He was handsome, strong, and had a muscular body. Surely that was the reason that the devil wanted him.

Other monks also lashed themselves, during the work, to expel the demons and desires of the body. 

We spend some days whipping each other under the supervision of superiors and god.

The strong and handsome brother, prayed all the time, fasting, naked, bound and hanging from the ceiling for days. He begged for more severe beatings, but he was still excited. Came to come  very often, urinated and delirious over the spanking.

The senior monks commanded that we drank all the fuck he poured so that the seeds of sin did not touch sacred ground.

After several months of many struggles, finally we won the demon. Our brother died in the arms of the Lord, his body was lost, but we saved his soul.

A tribute to Glauco Mattoso.

Imagine they hired a whore for the blind guy could hear the sound of the different types of whips .

I have this fantasy. Already paid a whore who said not enjoy being whipped. I do not know if it was true, if he was sincere, prostitutes are not usually honest, but I was into the idea that he accepted the beating by money, by necessity. 

I am whipped every day by horny, for love, for enjoy. 

I did this drawing figuring that the boy agreed to be cruelly whipped for hours. He agreed to be tied to better withstand the beating. 

For him money is very important, he needs the money. Handle with the excruciating pain is so hard. The pain is almost insupportable. 

For men who paid is just fun. They beat by the pleasure of seeing the boy's skin marked by the whip, by the joy to see the blood dripping. They feel happy to see him crying, sweating, moaning and begging. Pure fun. No guilt, no fear, no pity and no regrets.

Surely they will make it suck their dicks sticky cum at the end of the session.

I like the drawings Sherwin . He elaborates complex situations in which his characters suffer , resigned to his fate . His mastery of anatomy , perspective and proportion are excellent . His sadism is delicious . This drawing is also a tribute to my friend , Sherwin.

The music of a brutal drubbing with whip.

I love to hear the sound of the leather of the whip, beating the slave leather. I love to hear her moans. The sound of a brutal drubbing with whip, seems like music to me.

After flogging leave him tied and blindfolded.

After flogging, leave him tied to feel the burn and pain of wounds.
Blindfolded, he focuses on the ropes that hold and the tactile sensations.

Torture and pain makes me horny.

I love it when his body is tied to prevent any reaction and prevent him from defending himself. So all his sensitive parts: nipples, tongue, and penis, can be tightened and twisted cruelly. Watching him squirm and cry and his screams and tears excites me.

Sex and pain are inseparable for me. I don't know if I'd prefer to be tied up and naked at the disposal of someone excited to cause pain and see me suffering or being tied up naked, feeling pain to make those who torture me horny. I love having my tights twisted and pulled, but I also feel pleasure in squeezing and twisting the tits of a submissive and masochistic man.

Do not limit myself only to the drawings. Real Flogging.

These photos are just to show that I do not limit myself only to the drawings. I'm flogged daily, my Owner.

A tribute to Dark Hydaria

In the world of gay BDSM drawings, I have some friends that I admire. Are designers who, like me, put on their costumes and web defects, sharing the drawing with others who enjoy the same things. Dark Hydaria is one of these. I made this drawing as a tribute, as a way to experience the way he draws, testing the way I draw.
His most common subject, strong and muscular men with huge dicks. Bound and suffering from pain and lust.
As he does, publish his drawings and construction process.
Big hug and admiration of your fan.
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The story of the blind young slave.

This is a sad story of a blind young man abandoned at a public service station in a country town. His poor family certainly gave up taking care of him and abandoned him at the city bus station without documents or elements to find them again.

He didn't even know his age; he seemed to be 18 years old, and being of legal age, he was sent to social services without a specific destination.

Without family or friends, the scoundrel and greedy team who took him simply raped him often and realized that the boy was horny when he was humiliated and abused.

His hard cock denounced that he was gay, submissive, and masochistic, a complete slut pervert, and condemned him to become the city bitch. 

The same men who should protect him decided to exploit his protege sexually. They started pimping him.

He was tortured and abused by all men, who found him to attack his natural fate for lust and prostitution.

He was prepared, trained as a prostitute, as a sexual animal, and accepted that his body and holes were available for any use.

Blind in an unknown city, he could not trust anyone and never knew when he was alone or being observed. He never knew how many there were, much less who was raping and using him.

All local authorities began to use him: the delegate, the mayor, the priests, and the shepherds.

He learned to recognize the voices, smells, desires, and the dick's taste of all the men who used to serve.

He was kept naked and locked up to be beaten, abused, and tortured by everyone who paid his "legal guardians."

The guys enjoyed seeing him cry and moan in pain when they spanked and tortured him but made a point of making him come to the end of each session to make it clear that the faggot enjoyed everything he suffered.

The beauty of punishment in whipping post

After seeing so many pictures of prisoners being flogged at the  the whipping post, I wanted to draw the moment they took hiss shirt off and show the whip.

The moment the prisioner realizes the beating is inevitable. The expectation of the beating, the fear of pain is very exciting.
As you can see, I lowered the boys pants to improve the photos.

No limits, no mercy and no regrets

The guy was still young and handsome at 25, even though he had been living on the streets for over four years, as drugs consumed all of his friends, his family, hopes, and dreams.

He and his drug suppliers knew that even his beauty wouldn't last much longer. Living on the street using drugs was quickly ruining his beauty and his life. Prostitution no longer provided what he needed.

The traffickers gave up collecting his debts and simply took him to be auctioned off as a slave, like an animal to recover part of the money owed. They took the boy to a shed and tied him naked to a pillar. That same afternoon they were selling some more indebted drug addicts.

Whoever bids the highest, the traffickers, could do whatever they wanted with the fag they bought.

Some buyers would put the boys they bought in the trunk of their car and no one would ever hear from them again. Others simply tortured the purchased boy to death, right there, in the shed, tied to the post, just for fun, as the buyer can do whatever he wants with his slave, using him without mercy, without limits, and without regrets.

They can use these fags, torture them, prostitute or simply kill them just for fun.

The boy was stunned by drug withdrawal, he knew what could happen and he was scared, scared, but very horny and had a hard-on.

A tribute to Bill Ward and Fem Dom

After cruelly whipping the ass and back of her useless husband. 

The woman pierced his nipples with knitting needles and tied his cock and balls, to not allow him cum while she stuffed up the bottle in his ass.

She knows how to treat a jerk like this.

Now she can go out for a nice party, seeking real men. She dances more excitedly, remembering she left tied to the asshole, suffering terrible pain at home.

When she returns home, whipping will be more cruel if the bottle has been dropped.

Naked slaves working in the gold mines.

The gold mines were particularly hot. The slaves who worked there suffered from the heat.
They were monitored, to not steal anything they could find in the mine.
Worked naked, animals can walk naked.
The tunnels were dark and dirty.
When they felt thirsty to drink piss himself. Slaves ate any crap they could find.
Treated as beasts of burden, lasted little, they died young.

The drawings made ​​at the time by moralism represented the best conditions were in reality.
Here I show how it was in fact the work of slaves in the mines.

The drawings are not ready. I'll post in stages.

If you like the drawing, please leave a messege.

The man remained hanging naked all night.

Feeling his wrists aching, his hands no longer felt.
The backs were burning. Every muscle, every part hurts too much.
Even during the cold morning he was sweating, felt the sweat dripping all over her body. Pain seems to warm.
He was afraid of losing hands for lack of blood circulation.
The hunger, the tiredness, even the headache were no bigger than fear.
His tears, saliva and piss were mixing with the sweat.
The dust and dirt stuck to the moist body.
But he knew that before he fell hook, whip back to punish your body.