I became a penitent friar.

I knew he was different from all other men; I was born to sin and perdition. The whole time, I wanted to masturbate and rub myself with the other boys; my parents and my parish priest soon realized my curse and tried to help me. They punished me with violent beatings so that sin wouldn't take over my body, but the more they whipped me, the more excited I got. So they decided that I should go live in a convent to get rid of this fate.

I prayed all the time, did penance, fasted, was naked, self-flagellating, and was punished by other monks and priests.

There we discovered my true vocation and salvation. I became a penitent friar. The bishop and priest consecrated me to this extraordinary role; I would be fed by the sperm of all holy and sinful men and free them from all sins.

They locked my penis with a crucifix so I could never have sex, signaling my surrender to God. A heavy wooden yoke was placed around my neck so that I could never again see my body and commit the sin of vanity. My ankles and wrists were permanently chained so that I showed my surrender and could never escape or get dressed again.

So that I could spend every day being flogged and punished for all the men`s sins. In the convent, I was fucked daily and regularly and sucked the cocks of all the monks, releasing their sins. Their sins were atoned for, whipping my back, butt, and thighs. Bishops, nobles, and soldiers used my body to pay for their sins.

On holy days I would parade through the city streets carrying ropes and a whip to be tied to the doors of each house and flogged to pay for the sins of each family.

God has enlightened me, and with this vocation, as a penitent friar, I could be the holiest and happiest man in all of Spain!

Tied up like a bitch hen, completely naked, for the beatings, humiliations, and rapes.

It's not the first time, and it won't be the last either; they've tied me up like this and put me here naked for hours. The sergeant in charge of this precinct is a sadistic and scoundrel pig. He had already warned me that if I passed by the police station street again, he would do this to me!

When he spots me in this neighborhood, he orders the cops to put me in the police car and brings the "slutty chicken" to the back of the police station. He calls the guards to take all my clothes off and ties me up like a "slut chicken," legs and arms completely immobilized.

I accept everything silently, I don't protest or say anything, but even so, they gagged me and then beat me with belts and clubs.

Then they tell me to stay in this highly uncomfortable position, almost impossible to keep myself balanced and bear.

Every time I fall, or when one of them kicks and knocks me down, they piss on me, kick my balls and dick, slap me in the face. All the cops enjoy beating and humiliating me.

All night, they often throw me face down on the floor and, without untying me, one policeman after another rapes me violently.

After all, at dawn, they throw me back into the trunk of the police car, travel to a road dozens of kilometres from here, and leave me there, injured, dirty, naked, and without documents.

It takes me weeks to recover from the beatings. I usually get some merciful stranger to give me old clothes, food, and work. I keep walking like a beggar, sleeping in the streets, begging for food and alms until I manage to cross rivers and neighborhoods until I return to the police station and earn another night of beatings, humiliation, and rapes.

Sometimes even before the first beating, just by being there naked, knowing what is about to happen, I already come and drop cum on the floor with horny.

I know my spilled cum pisses the troops off even more, but that's what I'm back there for, isn't it?

How to prepare the prisoner to be the bitch in jail.

 

The jailers could do what they liked with the most miserable prisoners and those without family members. They knew who did not receive visits or correspondence, and they identified those who would not have anyone to turn to or report abuse and rape.

This prisoner was already thirty years old and had other stints in jail for vagrancy, drug use, and prostitution. He was pretty virile, well-endowed, and handsome, so the other prisoners soon sought after him as an active partner. But the jailers and the prison warden preferred to have him like a whore on the team.

Every time guards raped him, he offered violent resistance, requiring large groups to hold him down and fuck him hard. The jailer put him in solitary confinement, handcuffed, permanently naked, suffering cold and hunger for weeks, but nothing made him submit like a whore.

Then one jailer strapped him to the cell's bars and put his balls and cock in a crusher with butterflies to screw on.

The inmate felt pain as the base of his genitals was crushed until completely flattened then. After a while, the pain went away, and he didn't feel anything anymore, just the discomfort of immobilization and a full bladder without being able to urinate.

The process bled little, and he couldn't see or feel where the wounds were.

Then the cops began beating him with punches, slaps, clubs, and leather belts. He couldn't move or protect; he received the blows in the face, chest, and belly, writhing and being thrown from one side to another by the violence of the blows until he passed out.

He was still handcuffed to bars and strapped to the crusher when he woke up. He looked down and saw in astonishment that his ball and cock had been cut off.

I felt delighted and fully understood by my cousins and uncles.

Since I entered puberty, and my father realized my vocation as a whore and a faggot, he began to send me annually to the family farm in the countryside. His older brothers lived there and asked their nephews to work with them in the harvest.
It was always the same routine; As soon as I arrived at the farm, my uncles took off my clothes and put on the collar and leash. I spent the next three weeks working with the other men in the family, but I was only kept naked and on a leash.
I always worked hard, with enthusiasm and commitment, but everyone else was free to whip, hit, punch and kick me. Those who smoked used to put their cigarettes out on my body, burning my nipples and cock especially viciously. 

Throughout the day on the plantation, I was often told to suck their dick, drinking all the cum or urine they made in my mouth. I got to know the taste and shape of all the penises in the family and learned to suck them until they come with competence and guaranteed satisfaction.

I loved being humiliated, used, and beaten throughout the day, which often turned me on. When my cousins noticed my hard cock during work, they used to beat him until he softened. The worst part is that many times, the harder they hit, the harder my dick got.
As much as I pleased them, as much as I worked, at the end of each day, they took me to the barn, they all fucked me violently, and then they gave me a violent beating.
They knew how to spank me without breaking a bone or injuring me with wounds so bad I couldn't work hard the next day. But they left me there naked and tied up until the following day.
For three weeks, I was the family slut bitch.

I obeyed and accepted the role of slut without complaining or questioning anything. I felt delighted and fully understood by my cousins and uncles.

When I returned to my parents' house, I never told how I was treated on the farm. My father knew everything, but neither he nor I wanted my mother to know because we were afraid she wouldn't let me go back there next year to work for the happiness of the family's men.