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.