The most exciting photos I've ever encountered on the web. And the story behind them. Part 06

I continue to post the photos of the process of animalization of this slave that I found on the web. The photos are scattered on many blogs and websites, have different resolutions and qualities. But you can arrange them in chronological order and check out what happened to that animal.

This is the sixth part of its history.

It is evident in the photos in which the slave appears with the hood that do not want to show his face. The scenes with the slave hanging and tied are strong and the body of the animal shows the dirt and the scars of many beatings accumulated.

Something changes in the images that were taken after they remove the hood of the animal.

All his hair was torn, his hair and his eyebrows gone. 

He looks more brutish, his gaze was more expressionless, like an animal or a pig. 

His skin looks more like leather.

He will never appear again without gags.

He is always with his mouth filled by the penis of his Owners or gagged.

The most exciting photos I've ever encountered on the web. And the story behind them. Part 05

I continue to post the photos of the process of animalization of this slave that I found on the web. The photos are scattered on many blogs and websites, have different resolutions and qualities. But you can arrange them in chronological order and check out what happened to that animal.

This is the fifth part of its history.

So many of the photos no longer show the face of the animal.

The well on the floor where he was locked resigned happens to have a steel grating. It becomes a cage.

The animal begins to be tied more effectively. Chained by heavier chains.

In the older photos the employees appeared with their faces blurred, so they would not be recognized. Now they wear hoods, like real executioners. Obviously the photos are taken by one of them, while others torture the animal.

Although their owner's clothes are very similar, they are different. We can see that the wretch was tied up in the same positions on different days.

The photos no longer allow us to evaluate if the animal is still accepting the way it is treated and used.

That the cruel owners of the animal appear with their faces covered is understandable. But the 

animal, until that moment, still appeared with its discovered face. What has changed?

The most exciting photos I've ever encountered on the web. And the story behind them. Part 04

I continue to post the photos of the process of animalization of this slave that I found on the web. The photos are scattered on many blogs and websites, have different resolutions and qualities. But you can arrange them in chronological order and check out what happened to that animal.

This is the fourth part of its history .

You can still find pictures of the animal being treated like a miserable but apparently happy pig.

Always naked and chained, like an animal must be kept. But still with his hair and eyes serene and lived.

He is trained to please and suck his owners.

Trained to be obedient, learning to lose his dignity.

Learning to endure constant and brutal rapes and beatings.

We see in the photos that its scrotum and penis are kept locked. That the animal is learning that its body serves only for the amusement and cruelty of its owners.

The process of training and brutalization, will gradually ruin all traces of humanity. Certainly it is kept for long periods tied up in very uncomfortable, incommunicable positions. The animal is forbidden to speak, its mouth serves only as a place for urine, sperm and dirty food and shit. He is fed and treated like a pig. He becomes an animal indeed.

The most exciting photos I've ever encountered on the web. And the story behind them. Part 02

This is the second post to share the photos of this slave that I find on different websites and blogs on the network. I was able to put them in chronological order and gather some information about this animal. 

Through the photos we can follow its process of degradation and reduction to the condition of animal.

 

From the first photos it is clear that this is not a young man. He had white hair, very pale skin, and the flaccid body of an old man.

From the spots on his body we can see that he was raped and brutally handled by everyone.

In all the photos the animal appears tied, immobilized and with marks of the violence that he suffered.

We see patches of brutal beatings on his back and buttocks.

We see him being fed like a pig, eating remnants of food being humiliated with cruelty.

We see him locked in pits and being covered in urine.

The most exciting photos I've ever encountered on the web. And the story behind them. Part 03

I continue to post the photos of the process of animalization of this slave that I found on the web. The photos are scattered on many blogs and websites, have different resolutions and qualities. But you can organize them in chronological order and check what happened to this animal.

This is the third part of his story.

Notice that your face and attitude is one of acceptance. He accepts without question being chained and stored naked in a hole in the ground.

He seems to agree that he is now this despicable animal.

His gaze reveals a certain satisfaction in his animal condition. A certain bovine resilience, strong and serene.

The animal is tied in very uncomfortable positions. making him believe that he was held immobilized in these positions for nights and days.

He is beaten, tortured, and raped, but she is quiet, without revolt or astonishment.

What most impresses in the photos in which the animal still appears with hair is his resigned posture.

Even when his body shows obvious signs of brutal beatings, his posture, his hands show resigned acceptance of his condition.

Notice that in the slave's anus we see a huge reamer strung.

His permanent nakedness, the dirt on his body show the miserable and cruel conditions in which he is kept.

The photos are almost always nocturnal and poorly lit. It is clear that his executioners work during the day and keep him in captivity, locked up, all day. At nights before they go to the comfort of their homes they beat, rape and torture.

The most exciting photos I've ever encountered on the web. And the story behind them. Part 01

I have found these photos of this guy on many different websites and blogs.

The photos are very exciting and show the animal at different times of its degradation, transformation and aging.

I decided to investigate the authenticity of the true story behind this unfortunate man.

I discovered that he was Swedish and that everything happened in the 90's.

Without much detail I will try to summarize what happened here. He was the only child, gay of a family of small farmers, very simple, from a region of southern Sweden. He did not have many friends, he was quite isolated in a conservative and religious community. During his lifetime he had cases with many employees who worked for him. He was submissive, masochistic and very dedicated to work and to his employees and lovers.

When he was fifty he realized that he was alone in life, he had no family, he had only the small farm and his three or four faithful and beloved servants.

He then decided to take his fantasies off the paper. He called his lawyer and paid him very well to set up the contract with the rules and conditions that he determined. In the contract he transferred the property of the farm to the employees, as long as they turned it into one of the farm animals.

They should never treat him like a human being again. They should keep him naked, in captivity and abuse him, rape him and torture him in any way they can. He would never have contact with any other human being.

In this region the kennels are heated so that the creations support the harsh winters. Thus permanent nudity is not surprising.

Employees should take periodic pictures of their pet and send it to the lawyer so he would know the contract was being enforced. These are some of these photos that went to the web.

I deserve it and want to live like a brutalized animal.

I'm pretty stupid, I've never been brilliant, but I've been turned into a complete jerk.

One day, I must have studied; I remember remotely having already had work, family, and a normal human life. Gradually, they turned me into this stupid and brutalized animal. In this new life, I have learned who I am, which is why lower animals like myself were born.

They do not even bother to justify the beatings I suffer. They beat me up and torture me simply because they like to spank me for pure pleasure and fun.

Every day I am raped, humiliated, and whipped just for being an animal, just for that. That's what animals like me do, don't you agree? A beast must suffer for the pleasure of its owners.

I'm always hungry, and I get long periods without receiving any food. Sometimes I'm forced to eat shit or scraps of rotten food scattered on the filthy ground.

I'm always thirsty; they leave me for long periods with nothing to drink, just the piss they pour into my mouth. I drink the dirty water from the pools of water I find on the way.

I am always sleepy; they keep me for many days without sleep and without rest. They hang me tied by the arms or upside down by the ankles. They wake me up with brutal kicks and punches all the time.

I'm constantly feeling very cold or hot. I am locked in cold, damp cells; I know the dust, the humidity, the taste, and the hardness of the floors of the courtyards, the cells, and the cages. Sometimes, I am stored in tight, hot iron boxes under the scorching sun in summer. I suffer the heat of summers and the icy nights of winters. I can not remember the last time I wore something. Animals do not walk dressed; in fact, animals usually do not walk; they crawl. They order me to walk on all fours, with collars or chained like a dog or an ox.

As an animal, I learned to do what my owners like; I know how to suck their penis lovingly and efficiently. I put their huge penises whole in my mouth, even when they hurt my throat, and I can swallow all the sperm or piss that they do in me without spilling. They plucked my teeth so I could not bite. They stuffed with huge reamers my anus, the process was excruciating and brutal, but they made my ass as wide as they wanted.

They often inject drugs into me, make me swallow pills, and keep me stoned and confused.

I have no more notion of time. I have no idea how many days, months, or years my martyrdom began, nor the reason for it all.

I live only one day at a time; I accept every torture, every whip, as my fate.

If I cry or grumble, it's just because the pains are really unbearable, very strong. 

I do not protest, I do not complain, I do not want anything different or change anything.

I learned to be happy like that. I can say that more than accepted my life, I was even born to be this brutalized animal.

I deserve and I want this life.

It was very elegant to whip their servants at social events.

In the sixteenth century the nobles established that it was elegant to whip their servants at social events. They valued knowing how to handle the whip with skill and flogging with cruelty and without showing mercy, proof of nobility and superiority.

The wealthier noble families used to keep some naked servants tied up in their finest halls, available to their younger members, whipping was a way of entertaining, training, or breaking the boredom.

Keeping naked and tied servants was proof of wealth and superiority. To be insensible to the suffering of the inferiors and to be able to keep dozens of them without working, useless, being able to even destroy them or to kill them without worrying was proof of power and wealth.

Some of the young noblemen were vain of the skill they developed, they proved capable of torturing with elegant and precise whips. Playing piano skillfully, singing, dancing, or even speaking fluently many languages ​​was less valued than knowing how to handle the whips and demonstrate carefree sadism by punishing servants. The biggest challenge was to provoke the worst pain without killing the servant.

Sometimes, out of simple vanity, the amusement was to whip the servant at length without haste, without mercy to death. Killing a servant was not a crime, not even frowned upon, could even give the noble family an excellent reputation.

The more young, handsome and well-trained the servant, the more appreciated was his martyrdom. An award-winning coachman, a jockey who had won many races, a talented court musician, the more well known the servant, the more his torture and execution was disputed.

Some ladies were famous for being so sophisticated and demanding with the servants that they were capable of flogging to death a servant who simply made a mistake in serving afternoon tea..

The damage used to be so brutal that most slaves could never get an erection again.

When the new animal arrived, the foreman was tying it with its arms behind, gagging him, and holding its penis and scrotum tightly. He manipulated the slave's cock until it was erect and hard. Then he tied a rope tightly to the base so that the blood could not escape so that it could not wither.

Then, holding tightly, firmly, he began to beat the organs with a hard rubber hose brutally. He spanked for a long time, often primarily on the head of the penis, and with such force that it practically destroyed the dick. Pieces of skin flew from the blows, blood sloshing in all directions.

Surprised, frightened, gagged, and tied up in this way, the animal groaned and writhed without being able to prevent brutality. It cried and sweated much in despair. The beatings followed in the same rhythm, with cruelty, even when it fainted.

It only ended when the penis and scrotum looked like pieces of misshapen flesh, swollen and bloody.

The wounds and bleeding would take months to heal. Swollen limbs would make the animal walk with its legs wide open and prevent it from walking generally for some weeks.

The foreman knew how to measure the spanking so it would not be so strong as to kill the animal; just a few died from the infections.

The damage used to be so brutal that most slaves could never get an erection again.

This brutal initial beating made them submissive and obedient. It showed the poor animals that the beatings and pains would have no limits, that they were worthless, and that they could die being beaten to death if they were not obedient and submissive.

Hanging the fagot without taking advantage to unload all the violence, sadism and the sexual tension of the team, would be a waste of opportunity.

When the sentence of death by hanging for a poor prisoner without family arrived, the employees of the penitentiary already knew what would be the procedure. 

The unfortunate would be buried soon after he died, so why not make a farewell more fun for the staff? In the week before the execution, the prisoner was beaten, humiliated, and raped by all prison officers several times. For the whole week, he was forced to feed himself with shit and pee.

The penitentiary director said this was the best way to prepare the prisoner to accept his fate. Make him understand that life was no longer worth it. He was beaten and cruelly treated to resign himself.

On the day set for execution, he was placed on the bench of the hanged men, with arms, legs, and feet tied tightly, as usual. The rope was wrapped around his neck, and he was hoisted to the limit of choking.

When the director came to direct the execution, he ordered us to lower his trousers and his shirt pulled back to the ropes. The prisoner was kept in this way, exposed practically naked to the audience, having to balance himself in order not to die fighting with the lack of air.

As everyone hoped, it would happen when the convict was almost breathless; he had one last beautiful erection. At that moment, one of the guards tied the base of his scrotum tight enough so that the erection lasted even longer.

The director then ordered that instead of simply overthrowing the man and ending his torment, one of the guards would begin to whip him brutally.

Everyone was amused watching the condemned effort to maintain the balance. Even though he knew that death was certain, inevitable, and imminent, he struggled to prolong his life as long as he could.

Some of the audience would bet on how many lashes would be needed to knock the animal off the bench.

Eventually, when he, by carelessness or tiredness, lost his balance and fell, his body swayed in the air, hanging from the gallows in agony till death.

Few condemned people accepted without fighting their end. The attachment to life still resisted even after so much suffering and humiliation.

To all those workers in the prison, these unknown and unimportant prisoners were pure fun.

Bury them without taking advantage of the last days to unload all the violence, the sadism, and the sexual tension of the team would be a waste of opportunity. The entire prison administration agreed that it was better to choose an inmate to channel the physical, sexual, and psychological violence of the team.

She loved the scenery, the speed, seeing the animal running desperately.

I spent much of my youth on family farms, especially in the summers.

My cousin Phillip was very kind and excellent company, we loved riding in the carriages in the stuffy and hot afternoons. I especially liked to feel the breeze on my face when Phillip made those animals run faster as we came down the hills. Phillip knew how to make the animals run; he handled his whips very skillfully. He made his bullwhips snap in the air before hitting the back, butt, and thighs of the beasts. The farm had many of them, many beautiful young and strong, very accustomed to pulling the carriages.

About two hours after lunch, after digestion in the middle of the afternoon, Phillip picked out an animal, tied it to my favorite carriage. He invited me to the ride, he knew the roads, the paths, the topography, and he knew how to make the tour fun and enjoyable. We chatted excitedly, cheerfully. He told stories, jokes, and did everything to make me happier.

I loved the scenery, the speed, seeing the animal running desperately. When I asked for more speed, Phillip gave the animal more painful reasons to run. We used to go on rides practically every afternoon, I knew the tips, I wore a cloak over my dress, I knew that the dust, sweat and blood of the animal would sneeze and stain all our clothes.

Phillip used to explain how to choose the best racing animals. He said that he did not like slaves who were small, thin or light, unable to pull carriages or take longer walks. He said that the castrated were not the best either, because they lacked courage, and were too fat. I also agreed cause I enjoy watching it`s scrotum and penis sway as they ran, it was funny.

We both prefer the servants whose tongues were cut, it moaned lower, made less noise and gossip.

Our favorite animal was about thirty, hairy, strong and fat, with large, heavy genitals. It`s leather was bright and well marked and wounded by the countless lashes. My uncle had blinded it when the animal was young when he realized that it was running too fast to avoid escape attempts. I loved to notice that even without having its eyes the animal cried a lot when was whipped or tortured. In spite of everything I thought he was very beautiful, muscular, strong, virile, and he was even more handsome running and pulling our carriage.

Those were good times!