Young roman slave being castrated.

The slaves were bought young, and the new owners could decide how they should be. 

If they were to work in coal mines or as a hooker, it would be better to blind them. If they were to carry heavy loads, pulling wagons, for example, sometimes it was better to burst their eardrums so they would not be startled by noises. 

If they were to work in the house of the noble families, some preferred to castrate them so as not to offer risks; others, on the other hand, chose the most endowed to have fun with their cocks. What was more common was to have their tongues cut off so they would not gossip, complain, or moan. It was also expected to extend their anus so that they could be penetrated without effort.

The sellers who did the interventions sometimes ruined the animal, crippled or killed the creatures during the amputations. 

The preparers lost some of them to bleeding or infection, but it was worth trying; the pieces were greatly valued for being prepared.

The most essential skill for surgeons was to know what kind of slave the creature had more talent, vocation, or genetics for. Children born from massive and robust slaves, the most stupid or revolted, were separated for the heaviest jobs, the most endowed for the whorehouses.

These professionals were valued. The most well-endowed earned well and cared for the nobles, the citizens, and the soldiers. The most unskilled professionals cared for horses, pigs, dogs, or slaves; they made no difference.

A strong slave being sold naked and chained. A drawing, a gift for my friend Jeryn

Sometimes, even when you're old and fat, you can still find happiness and make your dreams come true! 

After turning forty, I finally managed to break all my social ties and surrender myself to be sold like an animal to anyone who wants to buy an old, perverted faggot like me. I'm tall, hairy, and have a nice, thick, big dick, but I signed the documents making it clear that they could do whatever they wanted with me. The forms were detailed, and I was warned that I could simply be slaughtered like a pig, castrated, blinded, or tortured to death. But that's exactly what I want: to be nothing more than an animal and accept any fate without question.

They tied my dick up, but I've felt it hard and throbbing with happiness for days.

I made this drawing from my friend Jeryn's blog, his blog http://jerynsworld.blogspot.com.br/ is a place for sadists and masochists like me.

I want to honor him, and thanks him for all the pleasure his blog gives to me.

Santa Claus wears leather boots and loves to whip little boys.

Every year, the older ones tell us that if the boys behave reasonably, they will receive gifts from Santa Claus. They don't tell you what Santa Claus does to the boys who don't act.

He takes them out of bed, brings them to the living room, leans them over the table, and punishes them with cruelty, violence, and mercy.

Remember, Santa Claus wears leather boots and loves to whip his reindeer and little boys cruelly.

Some boys misbehave all year, hoping to get this well-deserved reward!

Naked, tied up, kneeling, cruelly, brutally and without mercy.

Today during a long phone call I was able to make this drawing.

Tonight, with more time and resources, I tested different finishes and treatments for the drawing, which do you prefer?

An animal being whipped. As such an animal should be regularly flogged. Naked, tied up, kneeling, cruelly, brutally and without mercy.

The stupid creature must learn to bear the pain in silence, without groaning, protecting, or complaining.

It's part of his obligations, he's idiotic but he has to know that he must accept his fate.

The slave's cock and balls must be tied so it does not piss, or has an erection. All pleasure must be only for the tormentor and the audience.

A Roman slave, just a brute animal.

He never had anything, not even a name; every owner he had chose a new way to call him. He had been called "bull", "horse", "pig", "animal", "nitwit" or "shit". He knew that each year his name was more offensive and humiliating, he was getting older and losing his usefulness or value.

He no longer knew how often he was sold or rented in the animal market.

Each year, with each sale, his price falls a little more.

Once again, the animal was for sale. 

He was born a slave, he was never human been, he worked all his life as a beast of burden,  he would die one day as an animal dies. Never wore any clothes, animals live naked, animals work naked. His skin suffered under the sun light, the cold, the lash, his skin was thick, rough and hard. His muscles grew by pulling wagons, carrying heavy loads, and working hard. So that he would not speak or moan; his tongue was ripped off when he was a kid. He was raped thousands of times by other animals like him, colleagues in the miserable and brute life, or by masters and headsmen, as a form of domination, humiliation, or simply for fun. Many times his owners talked about castrating him, but they preferred to have his cock and balls for fun or torture.

He was born well-endowed, and this fact sometimes valued him at the time of sale. Sometimes, he was rented for heavy or sexual work. He knew that his life depended on how much he could be used and how hard he could work. Animals like him did not get old; when they got old, they died because they could not bear the beastly work anymore, were killed by the whip, or were sacrificed for not being worth more than the food they consumed.