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, was obedient and 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.

When he was not working, he was tied up in the hovel among the pigs. 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.