Wednesday, December 27, 2017

The whipped boys do not complain, they and their families do not protest, they accept that the right of their masters is unlimited.

The Russian nobles were feudal lords with total power over all the families who inhabited their lands. During the long winters, when food was scarce, and hunger threatened the survival of all, they would stay in their comfortable and heated palaces. The noble families spent months of tedious parties and endless drunkenness without being able to leave during the snowstorms. One of the diversions was to bring the sons of the servants, or the orphaned boys, to torture and whip them for no reason or justification. Seeing a handsome boy being beaten, crying, and sobbing in pain, hearing their moans and supplications is delicious.
The whole noble family could have fun with the scene. Curiously observe the effect of each type of whip as each blow marks the boy's thin, delicate white skin.
The maid and servants help to tie and beat the young man without showing any mercy.
Some families even sent their most vigorous and robust children to their masters' dacha in exchange for food or even to have one less mouth to feed. The poverty was so great that the boys were often left on the porches of the dachas naked so they could bring their clothes back to their homes for the other children to wear.
The boys chosen to entertain the parties do not complain. 
Their families do not protest; they accept that the rights of their masters are unlimited.

Saturday, December 23, 2017

I can not understand or deny that I get horny and hard when he walks into the cell.


I don't know why I was arrested or how long I've been in this cell.
I was returning to my house when the police car appeared on the street next to me.
He brought me here, took off all my clothes, and tied me up so that I couldn't protect myself, stand up, or see my hands.
I eat what he throws on the cell floor for me to eat. I drink all the urine and semen from his cock.
I don't understand why he spank me so hard and cruelly.
Two or three times a day, he beat me until I almost passed out and raped me.
It's not an interrogation; He doesn't ask any questions; he curses me, kicks me, and laughs at my crying.
My back hurts a lot; I feel hungry, cold, pain in my wrists and butt. But I can't understand or deny that I get horny and cum when he enters the cell.
The cell floor is full of piss, tears, sweat, blood, and cum, everything I spill.

Friday, December 1, 2017

The prisoners of the GULAGS sold as slaves.

Prisoners of the Revolutionary Government were transported to Siberia by trains in large numbers, thousands of men sent to serve long sentences. 
The bureaucrats and judges' expectation was that most of them would never come back. Many would die in the labor camps, others from hunger and torture. Others would die trying to escape, fleeing through the fields and galvanized and unpopulated forests. 
For all this there was no problem if a few hundred of them were simply sold by the soldiers to the farmers or to the nomadic peoples of Siberia. The younger, stronger, healthier prisoners were simply marketed, obviously naked, because the clothes on those polar lands were more valuable and necessary than their users.
Some were used as slaves on farms or to pull carts to the point of exhaustion and death. Once dead, or even dying, their bodies were often given as food to dogs.

Monday, November 27, 2017

The heretic being whipped naked by the inquisitor.

The damned heretic was hanging for hours by a rope tied to his wrists, swinging in the air, as if he were flying. When the movement slowed, the whipping made it roll again like a pendulum spinning around itself. The long strips of the whip wound on the unfortunate man's body and were drawn with malice, making him roll swiftly.
The whirls and the swing made the blood, the saliva, the urine, and the sweat sneeze through the chamber.

Tuesday, November 21, 2017

The monumental and perfect, torture chamber.

The torture chamber was monumental and perfect, had a very high ceiling and was wide. 
They could hang the accused  for a long time, and whip him with much calm and cruelty. 
The space was big enough to use all kinds of whips and scourge, the longest and heaviest with no problems. The victims sweated, bleed, screamed, cried, urinate and defecated out of fear and despair, the floor was always very wet and dirty. 
The acoustics were wonderful, the stone walls reverberating with the sound of the whips, the sound of the whiplash, and the screams and moans of the victims. Everything sounded very clear, loud and strongly. It was like a song for the whole tower to listen to. It was lovely to hear.

Sunday, November 19, 2017

Good clinics for the castration of slaves.

When the animal does not behave well or becomes disobedient, many owners recommend castrate the imbecile. The problem is that often castration poorly executed can spoil the creature. With the lack of slaves and the prices of the pieces, we recommend sending to experienced veterinarians with modern and well equipped clinics.

Saturday, November 18, 2017

The slave has been forgotten tied up in the cell.

The animal is old now, it has been working under the sun and whips for more than 40 years. Years ago they cut off his tongue, it no longer sees well, and does not have the same strength as before.
For not producing enough, it was condemned to another brutal beating of lashes, but it has been locked in the cell for two days and tied up waiting for his execution. It is dying of hunger, his legs and arms hurt and tingle, for they are without blood circulation. It feels cramps and terrible back pain.
The animal worth so little that they can forget him there for enough time so that he will simply die without anyone remembering him.
It's not worth a damn.

The slave cries and moans loudly, trying to get someone's attention. It prefers to die under the lashes or exhausted by heavy labor, than die there of hunger, thirst, and gangrene simply because he has been forgotten tied up in his cell.

Tuesday, October 31, 2017

A tribute to Makoto Kai, one of the best SM designers in the world!

I received a friend's Makoto Kai drawing. I did the text and I interpreted as I could.

An ugly bare boy tied up. To celebrate the largest number of visits per day.

This month the blog hit all of its visitation records, with more than 1000 visits per day. I want to celebrate showing a reworked old drawing.
I love being able to share my fantasies and fetishes with this audience.

Monday, October 23, 2017

The animal chained naked to the lifeboat.

Another test. I inserted the slave on the deck of a ship. He was chained naked to the lifeboat. You will have to endure the cold during the night for part of the trip.

The office boy naked and flogged in public.

An unfinished drawing, one of these company parties with absurdities and humiliations. The office boy, completely drunk, was naked and flogged in front of the other employees.

Friday, October 20, 2017

The prisoner watching his colleague being castrated.

My first test of drawing is my other designs I did.
Imagine the prisoner waiting his turn to be castrated, excites me.

Compare with the original drawing.
https://bdsmmaledrawings.blogspot.com.br/2017/08/the-butchers-of-court-castrated.html

Did it work graphically? Leave your opinion.

The group met to decide what to do with the prisoner.

My first test of embedding my drawings in photographic backgrounds.
Imagining this prisoner awaiting the group's decision about his future, excites me.
Did it work graphically? Leave your opinion.

Thursday, October 19, 2017

The boy was the slave, the bishop's toy.



The Bishop was already a friend of the very poor and very religious family. When the boy was born blind, the Bishop piously offered to care for him and the family, helping financially. He was the boy's godfather and advised how he should be created to become a saint.
He forbade him to go to school, to study, to have contact with other children, and to have the family keep him isolated from the world and his sins.
He announced the boy's "religious vocation" from very early on and took him to the episcopal residence. He kept it locked in his room, isolated from everyone. He fed the boy and showered him. No one could enter the room or see the boy.

The boy was his toy, his slave, belonged to the Bishop, no one could question or doubt the merciful and holy intentions of ecclesiastical authority.
The novice slept in the holy Bishop's room, taking care of the bath of his holiness. Every day he sucked his holy penis, licked the holy anus, and was regularly raped from adolescence.
All his sinful deeds and thoughts were severely punished, and endless penances mortified his body.
He always wore the iron belts, tight, mortifying thighs and chest.
His owner whipped him every day with much cruelty.
The boy cried in silence, resignedly, prayed, and sang religious chants while being whipped. He never protested or tried to change his life.
God did so the boy, with his body and his desires corrupted by the devil and sin. He would be doomed to damnation, corruption, and hell if his beloved Bishop had not assumed his guard.
The Bishop explained that by being punished daily, even an incorrigible sinner would become holy and go to heaven.
The boy thanked and prayed. Amen!

Tuesday, September 26, 2017

Similarities between the drawings and fantasies of Kernled and mine.



I'm going to post some drawings of mine and my colleague Kernled to show how BDSM fantasies are similar.
Put to show how he and I treat the same themes, how we have fantasies in common. See more on our blogs.

https://kernled.tumblr.com/post/165739717398

A gift I earned from designer Kernled.



It's been a while since I met Kernled's Tumblr. We have the same ages and the same taste for BDSM. Both we draw and share our fantasies.
He gave me the gift of reworking a drawing of mine. I was very honored and happy with the result. Here I put both of you to know his work.

https://kernled.tumblr.com/

Similarities between the drawings and fantasies of Kernled and mine.





I'm going to post some drawings of mine and my colleague Kernled to show how BDSM fantasies are similar.

https://kernled.tumblr.com/image/165595955088

Similarities between the drawings and fantasies of Kernled and mine.









I'm going to post some drawings of mine and my colleague Kernled to show how BDSM fantasies are similar.

https://kernled.tumblr.com/image/165739546038

Similarities between the drawings and fantasies of Kernled and mine.


I'm going to post some drawings of mine and my colleague Kernled to show how BDSM fantasies are similar.


https://kernled.tumblr.com/post/165380122578

Similarities between the drawings and fantasies of Kernled and mine.


I'm going to post some drawings of mine and my colleague Kernled to show how BDSM fantasies are similar.

Thursday, September 7, 2017

"I'm an animal. I'm not people. I am not son of god."


We must understand that some human beings are not born to be human and must accept their inferior condition.
This is the case that was reported on a farm in the country's countryside in the early twentieth century: one boy, still five years old, was sold by his alcoholic father for drink debts. His mother was relieved to have a mouth to feed. She simply took the boy's clothes, smoking, drunk, and pregnant; she delivered the naked child with a rope tied around his neck, like a leash, so he would not run away.
The owner of the farm bought it and baptized it from Mule. Because it was like a mule, he'd spent a lifetime. He arrived naked and bound, and so he spent the rest of his life.
He never had the opportunity to question his condition as a beast of burden. When he tried to protest, he was brutally beaten. At the age of fifteen, when the young man tried to flee, he was kept chained, naked, and blinded. After the escape attempt, the farm foreman convinced the owner of the Mule that animals need not see anything, and blinded, they were more defenseless, obedient, and unable to escape.

Another function of an animal like him was to be raped almost every night.
Any farm employee could go to the corral and rape the animal, use his ass or his mouth to satiate all his needs.
Blinded and chained, he could not resist, complain or denounce his rapists. Some, out of wickedness, even suggested that he be neutered, but others argued that he would be overweight and could become too depressed and die.

Ever since he arrived at the farm, still a boy, they said that he could not say anything else, no one would accept him saying anything, and his words were interrupted with slaps or punches. No one wanted to have any conversation or bond with him. So, over the years, he had practically forgotten to speak. But he moaned and groaned like the other animals. Over the years, accepting resigned to his condition, he became more and more like the other animals on the farm.
Food never failed; with heavy work, he grew strong and healthy as a bull.
The employees joked that perhaps because he had never worn clothes or because he worked in the sun, he was very hairy, and his hair and beard bulky and tight, his hair covering his chest, back, legs, and arms. His tanned by the sun, laden with dust and frequent beating, seemed more like a pig's leather than human skin.
His daily work consisted of pulling the plow, pulling the wagons, and carrying heavy bales of earth or seeds. All the heaviest work was reserved for him. When he weakened or gave in due to the weight of the loads, the lashes convinced him to get up and return to work. He used to be whipped practically all the time, for whatever reason or even for no reason.
On Sundays, when no one on the farm worked, it was common for the employees' boredom to be broken with one of the most common amusements: mistreating, abusing, and beating the Mule.
The guys gathered to drink and talk in the stable. First, they washed the animal, then ordered him to suck each cock of them, to drink all the cum dropped. After hours of sucking, some of the boys would rape him and finally tie the poor and tired animal to some tree and distract themselves by arguing for hours about the best whip and who had more skill with the lashes, which could more precisely hit specific parts of the animal.
His hung, washed, sweaty body made it possible to better visualize the welts and scars left by the lashes. Still, since all his leather was already completely covered by bruises and marks of the countless beating, it was tough to say if the lash had indeed hit the nipple or tip of the animal's cock.

After many years, a new farm employee was shocked by the cruel and inclement treatment of the Mule. He could not bear to see a mature man being treated that way; he was very religious and could not bear to see a son of God in those conditions.
One Sunday in the stable, when everyone drank and talked distractedly and excitedly while the obedient animal sucked the cock of everyone in the group. The novice employee, annoyed at what was happening, privately asked the older employee if this was not absurd.
The older employee laughed out loud, unconstrained. He called the animal aloud. The Mule pulled the dick out of his mouth and crawled obediently, on all fours like a dog, to the man.
The man grabbed his hair by raising his head and asked firmly, with his face glued to the animal.
"The rookie, on the other side, said it's not right to treat a son of god like a fucking pig. What do you think?"
The Mule, without taking his hands off the ground, with semen and saliva dripping from his mouth, spoke quietly.
"I'm an animal. I'm not people. I am not son of god."

Everyone was amazed by the answer; many believed that the animal could not speak, but laughter and excitement filled the space past the stupor.
That day all of them, including the rookie, raped and lashed the animal.
Not even the Mule remembered the name he once had; as time passed, he forgot that he might have had another life. He was accustomed and conformed to his bovine life.
He really became an animal, and as such, he lived until his last day.
Maybe even happy.

Monday, August 14, 2017

The animal hopes to have been sold.


Its owners never bothered to tell or explain much, a stupid and despicable being does not have to understand what is going to happen to it, just obey the orders and commands. He received the orders in short, loud screams, as horses or dogs are trained to obey.
As a child they cut off his tongue so he would not moan, complain, or say anything. Yet he moans, uttering incomprehensible sounds, like other animals.
He is accustomed to frequent and brutal beatings, but still, he cries when his punishment are most cruel.
A slave who labored in the field, heavily, without rest for years, under the sun, in the rain, in the heat, or in the cold, under the constant scourge has his skin resting, marked and thick as the leather of a pig.
Your muscles and bones are accustomed to stress and heavy loads, but, over time, they are already damage and sore. He, besides being stupid, sees very badly, is practically deaf, can no longer handle the pace and weight of work in the same way.

So he believes it has been sold. He was taken to a dark place and tied to this post. Many men came to examine him and spoke loudly, looked at his teeth, ears and eyes.

He hopes to have been sold.

Now he does not know what awaits him.
Some old slaves like him, in worse condition, are killed for no longer serving. Others are blinded, castrated, and laid to haul carts in their last years of servitude. Transformed into real beasts of burden, like horses or donkeys.
He's been tied up for two days, without water or food. He is hungry, thirsty and suffering in terrible pain because he is immobilized in this position. He can not sleep, rest, he has never been able to think, under these conditions he is even more anxious and confused.

He only moans and cries.

Monday, August 7, 2017

The butchers of the court castrated deserters and sentenced prisoners.

In the medieval period, the butchers of the court were also the surgeons of the palaces. They looked after people and animals who needed surgery. There are reports and records that after battles, even during the wars, captured deserter soldiers, considered incorrigible cowards, could be sentenced to castration.
The same butchers who performed the castrations of horses, oxen and pigs, castrated deserters and sentenced prisoners.
The technique required the ability not to obstruct the urinary channel by sewing the incision, allowing the miserable urinate. To stop the bleeding, those who did not die during castration were hung upside down for many hours.


This drawing I did inspired by a drawing of my friend, Sherwin of Praha.

http://worldofsherwin.blogspot.com.br/?zx=fb63bea890a8c132



Sunday, July 16, 2017

I decided to improve the drawing, giving it more credibility and realism.






Sometimes, historical drawings are made to record the witnessed scenes coldly and impartially.
This beautiful picture shows a Russian servant about to be whipped.
The draftsman seems to want to show how the animal was tied and immobilized and how he accepted his fate. The variously represented spectators attend the scene as if scenes like this were frequent and banal.
I decided to improve the drawing, giving it more credibility and realism.
The scene would have to have blood, a lot of blood dripping and soaking the body and the clothes on the animal, or it is not a real scene of scourging.
Hanging by the wrists and having to support his weight and the weight of the trunk between his legs, the wrists should be bleeding in a short time, and the hands purple and darkened.
Those who watch this kind of scene should be enjoying themselves, smiling.
Does not it seem more realistic? Truer, human, and brutal?

Thursday, July 13, 2017

Darya Saltykova accompanied with great enthusiasm the whipping of her serfs. (крепостной крестьянин).


During the regime of serfdom, the Noble Russian Feudal Lords could do whatever they pleased with their servants. The peasants were no different from other properties, such as cattle, horses, or pigs.
At the end of autumn, after the annual harvests, the imperial cavalry of the Tsar ran through the estates, collected tax fees, and took part of the produce of each farm.
Most of the production was stockpiled in the silos and deposits of the grand noble palaces or sent on convoy to Moscow or Petrograd.
The peasants could hold the smallest part of the harvest; their share was so small that they often feared starving during the harsh winter that was announced. Some peasants revolted against misery and poverty, against the unfair exploitation they suffered. Others tried to hide part of the production, trying to deceive the fiscals and the landlords.

Servants denounced for revolt or dishonesty were arrested and tried by their owners. Those who established the sentences, the number of lashes, or the execution and death of the wretched were their owners, the noble families.
These executions were carried out by the ranch managers and the imperial soldiers in the last cold weeks of autumn. On this occasion, when the number of armed soldiers reinforced the troops of the nobility, it was easier and safer to make the brutal punishment of the offenders.
Darya Nikolayevna Saltykova became famous for personally attending all executions, accompanied by all her maids and other relatives.
All present, nobles or soldiers, could see her undisguised pleasure in watching the suffering and despair of the damned. She commanded such cruel and numerous whipping that most of the condemned died during the punishments.
Many of the punished received brutal sentences even without critical or grounded reasons. Some were just the target of gossip or envy of neighbors or other employees. Even without reason or justification, a servant could be whipped cruelly for hours until his death.
Darya Saltykova accompanied with such enthusiasm the suffering of the condemned who, without disguising her pleasure, ordered additional cruelties. Once she called them to take the eyes off a young man with very blue eyes, she said they were too beautiful for such a lazy animal. If she noticed that one of the flogged ones got excited, with his penises erect, she would have him castrated. She said that only she could take pleasure in the beating.



My drawing was made respecting the images and descriptions researched on the internet.
Attach these two images, which demonstrate the traditional immobilization mode for the scourging of Russian servos.


Thursday, June 8, 2017

My testimony about a happy 24/7 relationship.



I am about 50 years old and I live on a 24/7 basis for my Owner for almost five years.
I am flogged every day, when I wake up I have to get naked, I got my nipples pierced and I get down on all fours over the bed to receive no less than a hundred lashes in the back. After that I lie on my back, with my belly up, my Owner pulls off the nipples clamps twisting hard, and whips the nipples about 50 times. After that, I kiss him, grateful, put the clamps again my aching nipples, and then I get on all fours again, to be whipped on the other side, to have the clamps torn out again with cruelty and flogged on the bruises and sores nipples again.
We cover the bed with a waterproof cover, before the beating, because I've bled countless times.
I tell you that I wake up excited every morning to know that I will be whipped.
We love the routine of beatings. Sometimes, when we have more time or on weekends, the beatings are bigger and crueler.
When my Owner is especially disposed and excited he has already given more than 2000 lashes in a single day.
The beatings are only for his delight, not mine. My only pleasure must be to serve him.
He lets me enjoy it about four or five times for years, only when he decides. I can only cum when he tells me to.

When he decides that I have to cum, he announces how many lashes I'm going to get that day and, before the beating, he orders me to masturbate while he whips me.
I had to learn to get the erection and ejaculate being flogged, he just stops beating when I ejaculate.
After cleaning the sperm, he gives the beating he has established, hundreds of lashes without mercy. He says he feels special pleasure in whipping me after my enjoyment, to make it clear that spanking is for his pleasure, not mine.
I feel horny for knowing that I am his fucking animal, his toy and slave. More than the beatings, what excites is the surrender, the acceptance resigned and obedient to his cruelty.

When I surrendered to him, other dominators said no SM relationship remains hot after two or three years. They said that over time, the routine turns all relationships into vanilla. I assure you that ours continues to grow in the cruelty and violence of beatings.
I'm more in love and happy than ever.
I think it is important to give this testimony so that other animals like me can bet on the truthful delivery and the life of bondage and service they have always dreamed of.
Do you feel the same?

Tuesday, April 25, 2017

Darya Nikolayevna Saltykova became famous as the cruelest of all Russian nobles.


The Russian feudal aristocracy had absolute power over the servants who lived on their lands. During the long and cruel winters, the nobility became bored by being isolated in remote and depopulated lands.

In addition to isolation, peasant families faced famine, cold, and scarcity during the long winters. They had no guarantee of food or fuelwood to warm and keep families for months under heavy snow and frozen land.

For all this, they gladly accepted that their handsome young boys and girls spent this period in the Feudal Lords`s palaces. They knew they could be used sexually, abused, and tortured, but they could not refuse to surrender the unfortunate chosen ones. Often, these young people were exchanged for vodka and meat. There are reports of parents and grandparents, alcoholics or ravenous, taking their children and grandchildren to the doors of noble palaces and offering them in exchange for food, drink, or firewood.

Many of these young people did not return to their families in the spring.

Darya Nikolayevna Saltykova became famous as the cruelest of all Russian nobles; she was compared to Hungarian Elizabeth Bathory, known for torturing and killing her servants. Apparently, they took particular pleasure in attending long and brutal torture sessions. In a country that had no law to condemn the nobles or protect the peasants, Satykova was arrested and convicted in 1786 for dozens of murders and hundreds of cruel crimes.

Here, I picture her having fun with young peasants.

Sunday, April 23, 2017

Another way to tie the genitals.


Now that some of the followers have posted photos showing they were inspired by the drawings, I suggest this one.
Hanging in this way, by the wrists and ankles, the ass is exposed to the tortures, but the scrotum and the penis are sheltered and protected.
Tying in this way, both are pulled out, getting exposed to torture and manipulation.

That's the new challenge.

Thursday, April 20, 2017

She pierced his cock cruelly, painfully, and felt immense pleasure.


The company director discovered that the trainee had stolen cash from the cashier, and diverted a check of little value.
She threatened and blackmailed him for weeks, said that if she called the police, he would lose his job, he would be arrested and would never get another job. He was desperate, in panic, he knew that the pastor and the family would never forgive him; besides, he needed his salary a lot, he was in debt and very afraid.
He begged her to forgive him and to lend him the necessary money.

She showed that she had all the evidences that could condemn him, but surprisingly she said she could forgive and still lend him the money to pay his debts if he agreed to be punished by her personally.
She said she would like to torture him, that she would feel pleasure to see him suffer and cry out of remorse for what he had done. This pleasure she would feel would reward the pardon of the crime and the money she would lend him.

He had no way out or alternative, without hesitation accepted the exchange. Spending a night with her suffering and being tortured, allowing her to perform her most sadistic fantasies in exchange for forgiveness.

She was a mature woman, experienced, rich and very elegant, very calm, spoke softly, but very firmly. He could never imagined what she would be capable of.

When everyone had left the company, they were completely alone in the huge offices, she ordered him to open his shirt, to pull down his pants, to sit on the bench, and tied him carefully.
When he was completely immobilized she began to caress his penis, massaging him gently and skillfully. He got aroused, then had a delicious erection, so she tied a string at the base of his scrotum to keep him from wilting and she brought needles and sewing threads.

She began to sew his young and beautiful scrotum and penis as she was stitshing a sock, the pain was unbearable, the boy cried and screamed desperately, but the mistress continued to sew quietly, as if nothing else mattered. No one could hear him, no one would disturb her delight.

He did not believe what he saw or felt. He was desperate. The tremendous pain was mingled with the fear of losing his beloved penis and his sexual potency. He screamed for mercy, cursed the woman, spat at her face while he struggled bootlessly.

He was horrified to notice the smile of pleasure, indifferent to his entreaties, insensible to his pain, imprinted on the face of the woman.

She stuffed needles into his nipples, often pierced his cock cruelly, painfully, and she felt immense pleasure, she turned-on by the sweat, tears, and blood that flowed from the boy's body.

To feel the pleasure of seeing that face wet with tears, drool and sweat, frightened by such cruelty, was far better than any other pleasure. It was priceless.

Way to tie the genitals of a slave, when we want to put it on sale. Sixth part.

When the slave is devoted to sex and prostitution, the most sexual areas must be highlighted.
Pierce the nipples, ears, and penis and place large, heavy rings on all ends.
Pull the tongue out of the mouth and hold it as you did with the penis. All of the parts that may interest the buyer should be on display and highlighted.


Tuesday, April 18, 2017

Selling slaves.

I try to imagine what the slave thinks, if it thinks, when it is placed on the stage to be sold.
Completely naked and tied up in front of the buyers' audience, it's just a set of muscles and flesh being marketed.
It is when it should pray, if beasts have religion, to the new owner be less cruel and violent than the previous one. 
The animal should hope that the new buyers will give him less heavy and unworthy jobs. 
Let him be less raped, tortured and humiliated. Let the new owners scourge and torture him only when it deserves, punish him fairly and only for the need to make him work and fulfill his duties.
Let the new owners do not want to castrate it, cut off his tongue or blind him as so many slave owners do.
That in the new cell it does not feel to much hungry or cold.

Sunday, April 16, 2017

This weekend I was cruelly flogged by my Owner.


My Owner whips me every day. Even after married years we continued to maintain our ritual of daily whipping. At least 200 lashes a day.
But to celebrate the religious holiday, and to have more time available, he decided to be more rough this weekend.

Yesterday, when we woke up, my owner shoved a dildo into my ass, gave me 400 lashes on the back, spilled wax on my breasts, and then removed the wax trapped in my hairs by brutally lashing them.
This morning my owner gave me 800 lashes.
I bleed a lot today.

I love him so much, that I endure the beatings without complaining, without being bound, without any resistance. This year I have not been allowed to come it once, the beatings and torture are just for his pleasure. My body belongs to him, he can do whatever pleases him.


After the beating, I kissed him, thanked him for his attention, and went to breakfast.

Tuesday, April 4, 2017

A couple of Portuguese choosing the new slaves for the house.

I'm making a new drawing with slaves being sold.
I imagined a couple of Portuguese going together choosing the new pieces for the house.
They examine and discuss whether they want blacks to be castrated before being taken home.
Is the drawing getting any better? Any suggestions?

Wednesday, March 29, 2017

The day they castrated the slave.

Since the animal came to the farm, farmers have discussed whether or not they should castrate the animal. In its early years, the animal was somewhat aloof and disobedient; it had to be kept chained constantly and whipped violently many times to obey and do all its tasks. He seemed not to accept his status as a beast of burden well and was reluctant to be treated like an animal.
The foreman thought that by keeping him naked and chained all the time, whipping him throughout the day, and making all the employees fuck him at night, the animal would become docile and resigned, but it didn't work.
So, after he ran away from the farm and it took them three days to recapture the fucking slave, they decided to blind him by putting out both eyes.
The result was excellent; the slave started to work every day pulling the plow without complaining, obedient, docile, and resigned like a dull ox. He never complained about anything again; he worked and obeyed.
Blind, he no longer had any way to escape nor how to dream of being anything different.
Whippings and gang rapes continued to be carried out exclusively for employees' entertainment. He learned to suck dicks and drink all the piss and cum from the men on the farm and even seemed to enjoy being used like a bitch by everyone.
He was tied up in the hovel among the pigs when he was not working. He ate what the pigs ate, slept in the mud among the other pigs, crawled, and walked on all fours like a pig. He would only stand up when removed from the hovel to pull the plow or a cart.
He became so docile and obedient that castration no longer made sense to calm him down but continued to be discussed only out of spite and mischief.
He had a big dick, and his balls were nice and soft. Sometimes when he was being fucked by the servants, he would get a hard-on, and sometimes he would get stiff even when pulling the plow.
One of the employees liked to milk him; he tied the animal to a tree and grabbed his cock with passion and pleasure, and jerked off one after the other, extracting liters of sperm from the animal until he used up the last drop.
On the contrary, others used their dick and balls to tease the animal, kicked and stepped on it with their boots, and put out their cigarettes by burning the head of their dick to have fun.
On the farm, several horses, oxen, and pigs were castrated. Castration was a simple and quick operation, done efficiently and quickly by many employees. That's why the conversation started repeatedly in front of that beautiful dick and big balls. After all, what is the use of your genitals?
One Sunday afternoon, a group of employees were drinking, talking nonsense, doing nothing near the hovel, and having a barbecue of steaks and sausages.
Without the others noticing, one of them went to the pigsty, pulled the animal by the collar, placed it face down, and tied its feet and wrists together. The fag cooperated docilely, making it easier to immobilize.
The employee pulled his cock and balls back between his legs as if he were going to milk him like a cow and tied everything up tight with rope.
When the others arrived together, they formed a circle laughing at the situation - will you cut off the pig's dick and balls? We already have enough meat for the barbecue, you don't need this - laughing.
Another joke - I want to put this sausage on the grill! I want to make a sandwich with it.
The machete passed quickly, cutting off the animal's parts. Tied up like that, he barely bled at all.
Pieces of it were grilled and eaten between sips of beer and jokes from the lively group of employees.
The fag stayed tied up in that position until the following day, neither crying nor complaining. They only untied him when it was time to put on the harness so he could pull the plow.
The animal continued to fulfill its role as an asshole pack ox.

Thursday, March 23, 2017

A young man hung for weeks, being beaten and scourged for everything he did.


A young man was left hanging naked, tortured, and whipped for everything he did. It wasn't difficult to get him drunk and tie him up. Friends and neighbors helped hang it from the roof beam.
Hanging the guy upside down made it easier for the women to cut off whatever they wanted and stitch up the wounds without too much bloodshed.
For many years all the women in the neighborhood suffered the bastards of this son of a bitch. Nobody, not the priests, not the pastors, not even the police, did anything to reform the bastard.
They don't want to fix it anymore; they want revenge.
Cigarettes, knitting needles, pliers, and scissors, everything was used to make him suffer and regret everything he did.
Torture him for many days, castrating him so he can never have children or rape anyone again.
They don't want to kill him, just punish and castrate him, enjoying and savoring the scene with all the calm and pleasure of a complete and long-awaited revenge.

Seeing him cry, beg, and moan in pain is a thrilling pleasure.
They took turns for many hours. Each wanted to beat him with a different whip or some other accessory.

It was a long and lively party.

Monday, March 20, 2017

Slave tied to the pole waiting for the beginning of the beating.

A quick and simple drawing, but showing the anxious anticipation of the beating.

The moment you are already tied and naked, just waiting for the whipping to start, this moment is magical; I feel anxious and excited, sometimes I get hard on. The pain, fear, ,and lust walk together.

Friday, March 10, 2017

Slave immobilized ready to be whipped.


When whipping and torturing your animals, take care to immobilize them.
Beat on the most sensitive parts, breasts and genitals.
Pass salt and lemon so that the wounds burn, sensitive and sore.
In this case, the animal was blind, nor was it necessary to bandage it. If it does, it's much better to blow it blindfolded.
Strike hard and cruelly, do not be weak or merciful.
They become much more docile and obedient if they are regularly beaten.