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.
