The story of Simone, the slut bitch. Part five of eight.

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The story of Simone, the slut bitch. Part four of eight.

 This series of eight posts tells the story of Simone, an Italian fag who convinces his parents to give up on him as a son. Each post will have two drawings illustrating the entire process. Hope you have fun with this series. This is the fourth chapter.

As the months went by, having the slave was no longer a novelty and became routine. The couple got used to having the young man, naked and on a leash, working for them obediently and silently.

Little by little, Simone learned to do all the work around the house perfectly and efficiently. He tried to maintain the first few months' enthusiasm and tried to please in every way, but his owners were gradually losing interest in him.

When the couple sat on the sofa to watch television, they got used to putting him on all fours to rest their feet on his back.

Sometimes, during a movie, when the man felt like urinating, he used to tell his fag to put his cock in his mouth and piss directly down the throat of the slave, who drank it all down without spilling a drop.

The beatings became increasingly violent, frequent, and gratuitous. The Owner gave violent belt beatings to distract himself, release the tension and show the fag how much he'd learned to despise him.

For the couple, that filthy and lascivious boy, he was nothing; no affection or consideration was left. Together they began to eliminate any traces of humanity consciously. They were treating him with total contempt and cruelty. They strove to teach him to teach him to be silent at all times, not to make the slightest sound. When he opened his mouth, he received violent slaps in the face.

The story of Simone, the slut bitch. Third part of eight.

 This series of eight posts tells the story of Simone, an Italian fag who convinces her parents to give up on him as a son. Each post will have two drawings illustrating the entire process. Hope you have fun with this series. This is the third chapter.

During the week, the owner of the fag spent the day at the store where she was a salesperson. On the weekend, when the store closed, she usually had to do some of the housework accumulated during the week. Now that she had a slut working all week at home, her Saturday was free. She invited her friends to meet and use her bitch at home.

They spent hours playing with Simone, who loved to cater to each guest's every fantasy and desire. They milked him more than ten times, and he ejaculated profusely on all of them. They stuffed objects, fingers, sticks, and dildos into his anus while he moaned with lust and pain. They bit him, pinched, scratched, spanked, and slapped him as he offered himself excitedly and subservient to each of them.

He got his tongue sore from relentlessly making each of them come over and over again. He fucked everyone who ordered him to, every part of his body; every orifice was used as every woman wanted to use it. He behaved the entire time like the most willing and happy whore they ever dreamed of.

During the week, the Owner worked in construction, hard, heavy, and stressful work. He often came home very tense and moody.

Now, having a bitch at home, the routine has changed.

The wife and slave received him with the table set, dinner ready, and wine. Even so, the anger and the bad mood had to be unloaded.

On hot nights, after dinner, the wife would sit on the sofa to watch television while the husband raped the bitch in the armchair beside her.

He fucked the whore by holding him by the hair with violence and rage, giving him violent slaps, punches, and kicks. Simone endured everything resigned, with hard cock, happy to be fucked by his ex-father in front of his ex-mother.

The woman enjoyed watching the scene, often became excited, and masturbated watching the rape.

After several fucks the Owner threw the slut on the floor, gave him lots of kicks, and told him to go back to the kitchen to clean up the mess before going to sleep.

Simone got up sore but so happy that his hard cock ran all night long.

The story of Simone, the slut bitch. The second part of eight.

This series of eight posts tells the story of Simone, an Italian fag who convinces his parents to give up on him as a son. Each post will have two drawings illustrating the entire process. Hope you have fun with this series. This is the second chapter.

They agreed that he would stay like a bitch in the house, do all the household chores, cooking tidy everything up so that his parents could work outside and rest when they got home.

Over the next few days, Simone helped his parents advertise everything they could sell on the internet. They sold all his clothes, cell phone, computer, and gym equipment, and they dismantled his room.

They found the dog's collar and lead that they'd had when he was a child during tidying up. It was natural to put the collar on him, naked, like the new pet in the house.

The parents noticed by the son's hard cock that this was exactly what he wanted.

The parents still didn't feel comfortable seeing the boy, who had already been their son, walking around the house naked, but little by little, day after day, they got used to it.

The couple decided that to mark the fag's new condition, they agreed that the slut would sleep from then on, on the floor of the small laundry, next to the laundry tub.

They put the old dog's two bowls there, one for water and the other for the stupid cunt's ration or food.

When the couple woke up, they found the breakfast table, set and served. They left for work, locking the apartment door from the outside. When they returned, the house was tidy, the clothes washed, ironed, and stored in the closets.

Simone used to do all the work carefully and happily. He loved being naked all day and his cock, permanently stiff and throbbing, served to show his Owners that this was the life he wanted.

The bitch knew how to provoke and insinuated itself for the couple. When it was on all fours naked, it showed its ass offering it, licked the feet of their owners, and pinched his nipples, keeping them rugged and pointed.

There was strangeness but a lot of horny in the air.

Silent night, holy night All is calm, All is bright..

 Ever since the family realized that the boy was a sex-addicted, filthy cunt, they established that he was no longer part of the family,  and he was just the slut whore of the house. 

The entire family, the parents, siblings, the uncles and cousins, the grandparents and brothers-in-law had learned how to treat this despicable creature, the treatment this kind of shit deserves. Since its youth, the bitch is kept naked and in chains, doing all the housework and being used by everyone as a private slut whore.

Its obedience, acceptance, and always hard cock confirm that this is the life this dumb cunt has always dreamed of!

At Christmas, when the whole family gets together to celebrate the love that unites them, the bitch works a lot tidying the house, preparing and cooking dinner, washing the dishes and pans, tidying up the whole house.

At this time of fraternization, the differentiated treatment for the faggot is also better defined. His Owners beat and whip more violently and frequently, in front of all the relatives, to show the position of the disgusting queer.

Everyone has fun giving the slave slaps, kicks, and punches.

The family children have fun pouring candle wax on its backs injured by the whiplash on these days. Mimicking the behavior of adults, all the boys pee in the fag's pots of water and feed.

Years ago, everyone learned to treat this inferior slut animal of the family with humor, naturalness, and cruelty. The bitch could not wish for another life, and it loves Christmas.

The story of Simone the slut bitch. First part of eight.

 I'm starting a series of eight posts telling the story of Simone, an Italian fag who convinces his parents to give him up as a son. Each post will have two drawings illustrating the entire process. Hope you have fun with this series. This is the first.

One day the teacher walked into the student men's room and caught Simone sucking on one classmate while being fucked by another. Other classmates were there watching, jerking off or getting ready to fuck him or get sucked off by the school bitch.

The new commission set up to decide what to do with the latest occurrence ended up verifying that for the third time, this student had managed to have sex with all his schoolmates, plus some employees and neighbors at the school.

Simone had already been caught, warned, and punished other times for the same bad behavior. He was, in fact, an incorrigible sex addict. He always skipped classes to fuck in the toilets with every classmate, boy or girl; he could convince to do so. So this time, he was kicked out of school for good.

His parents, a relatively young couple, worked hard to keep him in school to study. Every time he tried to get a temporary job, whether it was on school holidays or when he was suspended from high school on other occasions, he was fired by his employers. Cause he had been caught by his bosses masturbating or having sex with clients, colleagues, or suppliers in any corner of their workplace.

This time his parents didn't know what else to do with their insatiable bitch son.

The father said: “You irresponsible son of a bitch! Now, definitely, no school will accept you and no place will employ you! What are we going to do with you, you fucking faggot!”

The son, tired of fighting his vocation, made the proposal he had been trying to put into practice for years:

“You have to accept that I'm not like other guys; I'm a bitch; I just want to know about sex, fucking, giving my asshole, and sucking cocks. Stop trying to make me what I'm not!”

The desperate mother screamed: “I work all day to buy your things, cell phone, and clothes! You only give us shame and disappointment! You are a disgrace to us!”

"You have to stop seeing me as a boy; I don't want to be your child! I don't want to be a man! I'll never be the child that you both want me to be! I don't even want to be a person! I'm a slut dirty bitch! Give up the son and accept the bitch I'm! You can sell everything you gave me! I really don't want anything!"

Faced with this shocking and surprising proposal, the parents saw no more to discuss. After talking to each other, the following day, the couple informed Simone that they would accept his bid.

"You're absolutely right; you're not like the other guys, nor are you the child we'd like to have. And we've decided to accept that sad fact and your proposal."

"We decided to sell everything we spent on you and try to recoup all the work, all the expenses, all the investment we made in you."

“You'll stay here at home all the time, and you won't go out for anything, you won't have any more contact with anyone! If you really want to be a pet bitch, you're going to be naked all the time, and you're going to sleep on the laundry floor, next to the sink, you're going to eat the rest of our food straight off the floor, like a dog. That's what you really want, isn't it?"

The boy listened to his father's speech with undisguised joy!

While the father spoke, the boy took off his clothes, naked, and got on his knees in front of his parents, his cock hard and throbbing.

"I will help you to realize that I never was, nor did I ever want to be a child. I was born to be a bitch. I want to be treated and used like a slut bitch. I want to be treated with contempt and violence. That's just what I've always wanted. I'm glad you finally understood this. Thank you very much!"

Before putting them in the cells, we hang them, whip them until they come and sperm.

For these rough and strong animals to withstand working hard all day, under the sun, we use whips, vitamins, and potent hormones. In the late afternoon, before putting them in the cells, we usually hang them by their wrists, whip them brutally until they come and sperm.

With practice, I have learned that by tying a rope to the scrotum of slut beasts and pulling while whipping them, they come more quickly. While they don't come, I beat and pull the string like I'm going to rip their balls off.

Then we wash them with the squirt gun and brushes, cleaning their wounds and all the blood, sweat, dirt, and sperm that cover their tough, grimy hides and lock them in their cells.

These animals are pure strength and lust, have to be treated with attention, power, and brutality, as they are dangerous and treacherous.

I made this drawing inspired and excited by the drawings of Jiroh Takahata, one of the best designers in the gay bdsm universe. Therefore, I sign and dedicate it to him.

What amazes me most is that I'm getting used and even enjoying this life.

I have no idea how long ago, I was brought to this prison, stripped naked, gagged, and in permanent chains since I was arrested. I have never been able to use my hands for anything again; they are so swollen, my wrists are sore from the handcuffs, and they hurt so much. I could never speak again, and no one else talked to me or informed me of something.

I have no idea why I was convicted, nor my sentence. I don't know if I'm going to be here for a few years, for a lifetime or if they're going to kill me, I have no idea. It doesn't matter either, as I have no idea of ​​the weather, whether it's day or night, I've never seen sunlight again.

I don't have a routine. I'm kept in solitary cells, dark and cold, beaten, whipped, and raped almost restlessly, at any time, for no reason I can understand. I don't know when they'll wash or feed me again; I don't have any notion of time.

I realize that they are gradually turning me into an animal, scared and filthy; I shiver and cry and moan all the time. The guards find it especially fun to spank and electrocute my dick and asshole; stick police clubs and cattle prod up my ass; they're so bruised that I piss and shit on my legs without control or embarrassment.

I have wounds and scars all over my body; my whole body hurts.

I feel pain, cold, hunger, and fear all the time.

What amazes me most is that I'm getting used to this cruel and brutal treatment, and even enjoying this life.

SM relationship, training and learning. Chapter 4

 

SM relationship, training and learning. Chapter 3

 

SM relationship, training and learning. Chapter 2

 

SM relationship, training and learning. Chapter 1

 

Slavery requires chains and immobilization of beasts.

 

Slaves are beasts of work. Stupid, strong and brutish can do the heaviest and most tiring jobs. Logically these beastly creatures do not have the discipline and commitment they should if they are not constantly motivated and controlled by the foremen, their chains and their whips.

See in the look of this strong animal its indocility, how treacherous and dangerous it is.

For this reason, when the animal is not being used, with its arms and hands to work, these tools must be secured, immobilized, so that they do not threaten the foremen and other beasts.

Slaves and bindings are inseparable. When they are not working they must remain tied up.

Years ago I made my last choice.

One day, years ago, I made my last choice, I accepted being just a slave.

After years of searching, I found a radical gay BDSM site on the deep web. I sent photos, filled out forms, ran several tests, and received instructions. I waited at a corner until I was picked up by a van, handcuffed, gagged and hooded and taken to a farm I have no idea where it is.

Since I arrived, I've been naked and chained the entire time. I work all day, in the sun, under orders and lashes.

At night I'm washed, fucked and fed before falling asleep on the hard floor. No one has ever spoken to me again, I don't even know if I still know how to speak, because every time I open my mouth it's just to moan in pain and despair.

My body is all muscle, stronger than ever, hard work makes it stronger, but my leather is covered in marks and bruises.

I don't know how many years I will survive this difficult life. But I can guarantee that, this was the life of my dreams, I was never so happy!

The condemned aroused envy, admiration, desire and lust.

The trial was quick, the miserable foreign boy was accused of prostitution, homosexuality and breaking the law by the Ayatollahs. The sentence was 200 lashes and hanging to death. To make the punishment even greater, the judges ordered him to be executed naked, a humiliating and shameful condition for any God men. As the prosecutor said: may this disgusting infidel be exterminated naked! Naked like an infidel, like a heathen, like an inferior animal, without God, without pride or dignity!

The town square was soon filled with people who wanted to witness the brutal execution.

However, what no one expected is that the condemned was so beautiful, his body so well shaped that aroused envy, admiration, desire and lust in many who watched.

As soon as he was placed on the scaffold and stripped off, he started to get a nice hard-on. When he began to be whipped, even in the face of pain, with each lash his huge cock throbbed with lust and pleasure. His erection was monumental, his cock oozed pre cum that could be seen by everyone, even those farthest from the gallows.

The executioner counted the 200 lashes with cruelty and haste, and as soon as the gallows lifted the beautiful body in the air, the boy had a ultimate prodigious orgasm ejaculating the cum all over the square.

The astonished audience applauded excited.

Nobody could say whether the applause was for the execution or the orgasm.

I'm a slut beast, I have nothing, no feelings, just fear and pain.

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The stepfather and the mother, as guardians, signed the judicial authorization to perform a minor surgery, predicting circumcision and vasectomy.

The boy's mother was a celebrity, model and actress, after many marriages gathered a reasonable fortune and now, converted to the church, she became a pastor married to one of the most influential pastors on television. The boy has always been a problem, he over-consumed all drugs, alcohol, pornography and even publicly dated boys and girls.

His mother never cared, she really didn't have any affection or appreciation for him. The new stepfather, on the contrary, saw in him a great problem, a challenge and a great opportunity to promote his church. The stepfather pastor wanted his stepson to become a public success story, an exemplary faithful, devoted to the church. Even though he was twenty years old, due to several convictions for drug possession, drunk driving and assaults, his stepfather managed to judicially interdict him and become his guardian.

The stepfather and the mother, as guardians, signed the judicial authorization to perform a minor surgery, predicting circumcision and vasectomy, "concerned" about the boy's health and to prevent the boy from having bastards who demanded the sharing of the couple's property. But, who took all the steps and followed the process was the stepfather.

He chose a trusted doctor from the church, a faithful collaborator of the pastors, accustomed to charging a high price to do everything that was convenient or necessary for the institution's interests.

As it was a "minor surgery", it was not necessary to perform it in a hospital, nor the use of general anesthesia. The "careful stepfather" and his doctor friend drugged the boy, to the extent he was able to remain conscious, but he did not complete understand what was going on. The pastor explain that it is necessary for him to feel the pain of the surgery. "God approves that he could pay for his excesses and sins while still alive, for the good of his soul".

The boy was stripped naked and tied upright, with his hands behind his back, attached to the steel device in the office. His beautiful penis was manipulated until it was hard and big, then it was attached to the device.

The stepfather instructed the doctor to undergo surgery that, instead of freeing the head of the penis, would make the foreskin so tight that the boy would never again be able to get an erection, and would feel terrible pain every time he got excited.

Seeing his stepson naked there, suffering, his penis being ruined, the boy crying in despair and pain during the intervention excited the pastor too much. The boy begged with sobs: "please, stop it, it hurts too much!"

The pastor mockingly hugged him "We are making you a holy boy! We are only doing what is in God's plan!"

The doctor laughed at the pathetic situation as he cruelly cut the skin off his penis. His goal was to cause a gross and ugly scar, definitively deforming the cock.

The shepherd watched the boy's suffering with excitement and immense pleasure. When the doctor opened the scrotum and pulled out the testicles the boy panicked, screaming in despair!

"What are you doing to me?"

Happy and excited, the stepfather simply began to masturbate without disguising the pleasure of seeing his stepson being emasculated.

When the testicles were removed and fell loose in the channel the stepfather came and spurted with pleasure.

"Boy, be happy, I intended to tighten your asshole to take that pleasure away from you too, but I ended up deciding that this ass will be my personal toy! You'll still have something to enjoy!"

The doctor and the nurse laughed, indifferent to the boy's despair and suffering, and to the stepfather's handjob.

Fag, accept that this is how a slut should be treated!

 In the company garage, after the fag sucked both of us on our dicks, we tied him naked to one of the columns. He let himself be tied sweetly, without any resistance.

When my colleague showed him the heavy whip, the little fag shook and asked us not to beat him violently. I stuck my finger deep in his ass and violently squeezed his nipple hurting those two most important points on the queer's body. I whispered in his ear:

"Fags like to feel pain, it's in your bitch nature! That's how you slut guys work, the little stupid fag hasn't learned that yet?"

He moaned in pleasure and his cock was instantly hard.

When the first lash bite his back, the fag began to cry and moan. His moans only excited us more, we whipped with cruelty, mercilessly, with violence and cadence.

The wounds soon turned red, then as they opened the blood began to spurt and run down the flesh.

When he was already badly wounded, we took a break to rest.

While the obscene and filthy animal wept silently, I explained to him.

"Bitch, admit you're enjoying being spanked, your dick is still hard and throbbing. We're only going to end this spanking when you come."

We took up the whipping again with redoubled violence, and the bitch soon come and sneezed profusely!

Before untying him from the column, my colleague and I violently fucked him.

Untied, he got up, and wounded, smeared with blood, sweat and cum, between sobs he searched for his clothes. We had dumped them in a very dirty corner of the garage. When he found them, he noticed that in addition to being dirty, we had urinated on them.

As he put on his urine soaked dirty clothes I explained to the asshole.

"You're going to have to go back to your place like that, bruised and filthy, to learn what the fuck you are."

"Only come back here on Monday if you accept that this is how a slut should be treated, ok? I never want to see you in your underwear or socks again, just wear a t-shirt, pants and a hard shoe, understand?"

He was looking at us, listening quietly, his eyes filled with tears.

"Rest assured that on weekdays we won't bully you anymore. But on the other hand, when I call you in the bathroom, I want to get a blowjob or fuck you quickly."

The fag listened in silence. I continued.

"If you behave yourself, on Fridays, the three of us can have a happy hour like this every week! What do you think of the proposal?"

He, with tears in his eyes, replied.

"I will love it all, my lord! See you on Monday."

On Monday, when he arrived for work, I reached into his pants and noticed he was without any underwear.

You guys are in charge, I'm just the dutiful helper here.

The handsome boy started working at the company as an office assistant, he was young, around 19 years old, very shy and quiet. 

He was so discreet that I was the first in the company to realize he was a faggot. When I realized he was gay, I started teasing him, denouncing him, and harassing him, with nasty and rude jokes and humiliations. Every time I passed him, I slapped him on the ass, punched him in the stomach or on the head, aggressively and humiliatingly in front of all his colleagues in the company.

I said - Hey fag, do you want to be beaten today?

In all my teasing he lowered his eyes and silently, resignedly accepted all the bullying he suffered.

He accepted it so passively that I began to realize that he enjoyed being mistreated and humiliated. So I started to raise the tone of evils.

One day in front of everyone I hugged him from behind, slipped my hand inside his shirt and began to pinch, crushing his nipples. The boy didn't do anything to stop me, he just started moaning with lust and getting turned on.

With the other hand I held his cock over his pants and with a few squeezes he just came smearing his sperm pants.

I whispered in his ear: You're a shameless bitch, aren't you?

He, with his eyes closed with lust, replied: I am, I cannot deny nor prevent my bitch nature.

Excited, I told the assistant that he had to meet me in the company garage after hours. I explained: A colleague and I want to use your little body and holes for our fun right there in the garage, ok?

He replied slyly: You guys are in charge, I'm just the dutiful helper here.

After work hours I went to the garage and the boy was there waiting for us.

My buddy and I started messing with him by groping his ass and muscles. He let himself be manipulated and squeezed freely without any reaction.

I reiterated to my colleague: As I told you I found a slut bitch in the office.

I lowered his pants, exposing that his cock was already hard, denouncing his horny at the situation. My colleague started pulling his shirt, and he helped by unbuttoning it.

Before long he was naked and sucking my cock.

I explained to him: Faggot, we're going to tie you up, give you a good spanking and fuck you. If you behave, put up with and please us just fine, we can do this every Friday, ok?

He, without taking my cock out of his mouth, agreed.

to be continued

Two more experienced ladies and a priest teaching a young woman how to whip a peasant.

Russian noble families spent the long, harsh winter locked in palaces, bored. Noble men ate and got drunk, staying drunk for weeks. Among the drunks, they also raped the most beautiful young servants.

While noble women, old or young, could not use their husbands or their servants to satisfy their sexual needs. So one of the occupations was torturing employees just for fun.

The scene shows some more experienced ladies and a priest teaching a young woman how to whip a well endowed peasant. 

The servant was tied face up on the bench, had his pants and shirt pulled so that his body was exposed and naked for the lashes.

The women and the priest took turns for hours, lashing the boy's thighs, stomach, and breasts with heavy whips. 

During the spankings the man got excited several times with his big hard cock. The women, intrigued by the emotion, tied the base of the penis to prolong the erection. The rich young woman had never seen a member so large and throbbing. She began to especially whip his pelvis and penis. After dozens of blows, to everyone's amazement, the servant simply appeared! The semen splashed a lot all over the place.

That`s why the castle women have adopted this brat as their favorite toy all winter long.

In that morning, the Duke chose one of his field servants to be used as the "whipping serf" of the castle.

During the hunt, in the morning, the Duke chose one of his field servants and established that he would be used as the "whipping serf" of the Hall of Princes. 

The servant tried to appeal to his Master's mercy, but was unsuccessful, as the former had already died a week ago. The Hall of Princes was the large hall where the young nobles drank, played, played cards and chatted in the afternoons. On the long, cold winter afternoons, arguments and heated fights among the spoiled and bored boys were frequent.

Years ago, the Head Butler has suggested to the Duke to place some miserable servant there to be punished freely by the boys, so that they can vent their angers and tensions. The idea was so successful that it became a winter tradition for the castle. Some gross and tough servant was kept naked and tied to the ceiling for long hours to be cruelly whipped by any nobleman who felt like it.

When any of the noble lads became irritated or bored he could choose from the various types of innumerable whips available around the room, and whip the servant until he was sated or tired of doing so.The beatings also entertained the others present, a spectacle appreciated by all. 

There was also the vanity of the nobleman who whipped to show off his mastery and skill with longer whips. 

Sometimes bets were rolled among the nobles about how many lashes were needed to make the servant faint or who was able to more accurately hit a specific nipple or the head of the servant's penis.

Although the most common were short and violent beatings, a few more enthusiastic ones continued to whip the "whipping serf" from the castle even after he had been dead for more than an hour.

The Duke himself often enjoyed this entertainment so much that he spent long hours in the afternoons drinking and watching the servant's whipping.

 

Prisoners sold into slavery could only wait and accept what their owners decided.

In the second half of the 21st century, since neoliberal governments privatized justice and the entire prison system, private investors have obtained authorization to charge prisoners' families for the expenses and costs of incarceration. Prisoners without family or from poorer families soon became defaulters, in debt at high readjusted costs with exorbitant interest and fees. Because of these costs, even those who already served the original sentences at that time were now imprisoned for prison debts.

Families could lose their homes and savings or simply accept that their inmates are sold to pay off its debts.

Prisoners themselves were forced to accept being sold into slavery without limits or conditions. Some businessmen visited prisons to buy prisoners for various purposes: to work as industrial workers, masons or general assistants, but without salary, no rights, no rests,  and under surveillance and whipping until the end of their lives, true slaves. Other rich men bought the prettiest boys to work as whores in brothels. The most cruel and insensitive purchased for slaughter and organ donation. Precisely because there were no limits.

As prisoners became a commodity, the prison's nutritionists and doctors could use every means to drug them with the most efficient, modern, and violent steroids, hormones, and stimulants. Turning them into half-humans, muscular, stupid and docile, veritable pack animals. Soon they were bigger, hairier, more sexually stimulated, more willing and caring.

The prisoners were taken to the wide courtyards and examined by the buyers. They were handled, felt and tested, if purchased were immediately stripped and hooded.

Thus, handcuffed, naked and hooded were taken to trucks and to their final destination, whether in the field, the factory, the brothel or the slaughterhouse.

They could only pray and accept what their owners decided.

A bitch's religious vocation!

The family was very religious; they went to services every day. From an early age, the youngest son showed tendencies and behaviors that greatly displeased parents and pastors. That's why, since he was little, he was beaten violently with sticks, slaps, and spankings. However, the more he was beaten, the more he was punished, and the more lustful and excited the brat became. In fact, the constant repression and punishment helped to awaken in him all the fetishes of a masochistic and submissive cunt.

The more the family punished him, the more he did to bring about worse, more violent, and humiliating punishments. It was evident that he enjoyed being whipped, that he loved being humiliated, and that he would love to be raped. The church pastors, in groups, held "liberation" sessions by spending the night praying and beating the naked young man, suffering the beating all the while with his erect cock ejaculating.

The boy, also very religious, had mixed feelings. He felt guilt and pleasure from sex, pornography, and whipping sessions. He himself, in front of the family, whipped himself in penance until he drew blood from his own back, and then masturbated excitedly with the self-inflicted spanking.

Desperate, he abandoned his studies and devoted himself only to prayers and penances. He repeated that he wanted to follow a religious vocation and be a celibate monk dedicated to God. The more time he had to deal with this issue, the more he accessed pornography, the more often he masturbated, and the more spanking he self-inflicted. Until he had his most exciting idea, his most fantastic fantasy, of being castrated and becoming a monk.

He proposed the idea to the family and wrote a letter to the pastors asking for their support. His parents were against it, but the pastor enthusiastically supported it. It was he, the priest, who organized the entire process.

He held a farewell ceremony for the young novice from his community and family, where he announced that he would be freed from sin and, therefore, placed in an isolated and closed religious monastery in a southern state. The excited boy signed all the documents, contracts, and authorizations; the family at heart was relieved to be free of the problem, and the sinner was happy to receive some money for the "delivery" of the boy.

When he arrived at the "monastery," he soon realized his big mistake in terror.

The place was a large, luxurious house in a very remote place, where the church kept isolated the most perverted pastors, those already denounced and accused of serious sexual crimes. The first week he was naked all the time, put into orgies where he was raped, and had to suck all the dicks of the holy lords. He was abused, whipped, and tortured in various ways, he sobbed all the time, but his always hard cock attested that he was as perverted as his tormentors and that he loved everything they did to him.

After a week, after lunch, a doctor came to do the job. The various clerics sat in the large room to masturbate while watching the castration. The boy, repentant and frightened, begged not to be castrated but was tied to a low table in a corner of the room.

Gagged had his penis handled while the doctor tied and garrote him. Being castrated like that, in public, with an audience of religious people excited by his martyrdom, made him come violently one last time.

He was already used to feeling pain; the castration was done without anesthesia, and it didn't even hurt that much. But seeing his penis and scrotum removed from his body, the boy wept and howled in despair.

One of the shepherds approached him, reassuring him, "Don't worry, blessed boy, we love neutered bitches, the lack of male hormones will keep you looking younger for a lot longer, and your mouth and ass will get a lot of holy dicks for a lot of and many years."

Stunned, the boy replied, "Amen, Father, God willing!"

At that dinner, some of the most devout men got to taste the removed parts of their new bitch, carefully seasoned.

Even being a stupid and brutish animal the general appearance is not bad.

When filthy beasts are properly treated like animals from when they are young, their cattle condition becomes naturally and fully understood and accepted even by the most brute and stupidest slut shit.

This beast of the drawing shows that its leather is completely covered with thick hair. Never having worn any kind of clothing or shoes, the skin is fully sunburned and hairy. Leather is thicker where it is usually injured, such as on wrists and ankles injured by heavy chains, on the soles of the feet, and on the most frequently whipped parts. In these areas the successive and permanent wounds form thick, hard and resistant scabs. Fleas, lice and other animals inhabit the wounds and the hairiest areas such as anus, pubis, thighs, hair and beard. The animal reeks of sweat, blood, dirt, urine and dry, hardened feces between the hairs. These filthy pigs are used to shitting and pissing while they work, as they cannot interrupt their work. Shit and urine run down its legs and dry on his coarse fur.

Even being a stupid and brutish animal the general appearance is not bad, as the musculature and the bones strengthened in the heavy and constant work gives the beast a healthy and strong appearance.

Although he understands the commands and orders, it does not know how to speak, due to lack of habit or opportunity. The animal just grunts, moans and cries, especially when whipped.

When any free man puts his penis out of his robes, the animal already opens its mouth offering to suck. Because they are so filthy only other animals fuck pigs like these. Because they are so used to whipping and beating, many punishments are applied by directly hitting the animals' penises and balls, the most sensitive parts. These parts so violently beaten soon lose their functionality, just serving piss and to make punishments more painful.

That's why animals like this are so fond of feeling the soft penises of real men inside their jaws, even if it hits the back of their throats with violence. These animals are trained and able to drink all the sperm and urine anyone spills down their throats, accepting that this is the sweetest and gentlest gesture these slut pigs can receive. These pissing down their throats and blowjobs are understood by pigs as true rewards for tasks well done and for their loyalty.

The slut chicken is in the oven

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When a cruel sadist meets a true masochist, what's the limit?

It's not an interrogation. I didn't want him to tell me anything, so I put the duct tape on his mouth. It's not a punishment; he hasn't done anything to justify beating and torturing him so brutally for so long.

The spanking is just a form of sex and fun for both of us.

This handsome guy came to me on the internet and said that he was a masochist, that he wanted to feel pain, to be tortured very hard for an entire weekend, with brutal cruelty and sadism. For weeks, we combined details and boundaries, expectations and desires from both.

We figured I could torture him with sticks and whips; I could punch and slap him, burn him with cigarettes, and crush his nipples, his cock, and his balls with pliers.

We agreed that so that his crying, moans, and screams would not disturb the neighborhood, he would be gagged at all times.

We agreed that after every hour, I would ask him if he wanted to face another hour of punishment and torture. He said that during that hour, I could spank him and do with him whatever my sadism made me do. He asked that during this time, I do not listen to his pleas, screams, and cries, and continued beating violently until completing the new hour.

We established that I would beat hour after hour until he asked to stop, that only he could end the weekend of hard spanking.

Now, I'm facing a dilemma.

I've been torturing him for three hours with virtually no rest. I'm already tired and sore arms from beating him so much, and this shitty slut hasn't hesitated once to ask the beatings to continue more and more violently!

Even though I've spanked his cock so many times, he's already come five times, and his cock is still stiff and throbbing!

He's genuinely a masochist; he's horny and loves everything I do with him, however much it hurts, however much it injures.

Now I ask him if he wants me to kill him for beating him so much, and he nods, saying yes! His eyes, filled with tears, sweat, and blood, beg me to continue whipping him with redoubled violence.

He's got a hard-on, and so am I. Should I kill him? That's what he's asking, crying hard, with his cock erect and ejaculating with bliss.

These boys were sentenced to hanging for being homosexual.

These boys were sentenced to hanging for being homosexual. The country wanted to get rid of this type of disease that destroys traditional culture and the values ​​of the entire society.

Before the sun sets, all these depraved criminals will be hanging by their necks, swaying cold and lifeless. However, even if the soldiers agree that it is necessary and reasonable to do this, they recognize that taking the lives of these healthy, strong, and beautiful young people is evil and pitiful. Young gay men sentenced to death wept in despair at the imminent and inevitable end.

The group of soldiers in charge of this sad task would be bothered to undertake such a mission. So, the sergeant decided to give the soldiers and inmates a chance for at least a little joy and fun. Last night, the convicts had to suck the cock of all their executioners, and all the disgusting fags were repeatedly raped by all the men in the barracks throughout the night until the time of execution.

At the time of the gallows, each of the slut fags was undressed, squeezed, handled, and beaten until it came. Only when there was no more sperm to spill were they suspended by ropes until they were hanged?

What appears in the drawing begged to be whipped hundreds more times, being beaten with a hard cock all the time! He came five times in a row trying to delay his end.

The officers, pitying the boy, tried to excite him and whip him hard, trying to give him a little more life and fun.

Finally, when there was no more cum left to come out, he was suspended by his neck and agonized with his cock still hard.

There's a lot of pleasure in reducing a normal man to an inferior bitch animal.

There is a lot of pleasure, lust and excitement in following the process of reducing a regular man to an inferior slut animal. It is a delight to gradually deprive him of everything, his goods, his identity, his dignity, his emotional bonds and his own will.

Remove from the body everything that gives it humanity until only muscles, bones and holes are left.

So, after completing the process, some Owners simply lose interest and discard the animal without mercy, because in fact, what they are slaughtering is no longer worth anything.

For the slut fag, on the contrary, the entire process, including the final disposal, is just the fulfillment of their deepest wants and needs. It is what it seeks, desires and knows to be its destiny.

 

This boy has done nothing to justify the violent hose beating he is suffering.

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