The slave had been crying all night; he had already realized what would happen.

 

When slaves are born with large penises, their value and function may change. This slave from childhood was remarkably gifted; his cock was big, thick, and beautiful. So his grandfather sold him to an Arab caravan passing through the region. 

It was sold and bought several times by different owners throughout its life for various purposes. He was used as a sex slave, a breeding stallion, a toy or ornament in harems and orgies where he could never set limits or desires; he always obeyed and fulfilled his tasks.

He maintained erections for hours or ejaculated dozens of times in a row in his youth. Such a rhythm of activities ended up harming his sexual disposition and potency.

His owners tried to prolong their erections with all sorts of aphrodisiacs and drugs. They kept his penis tied up or in splints to keep him erect at all times.

The slave knew that his life, body, and penis were not his, that he was just an animal, and that he would be used until he was exhausted. Last week, his owner was disappointed not to get the erection she wanted to show off in front of a friend. Angry and disappointed, she sold it again.

He's been at the slave market for five days now, being offered to everyone. He fears what might happen; he knows the risks he takes.

The merchant selling it has stuck a stick and tied the slave's penis and keeps it smeared with semen to show that he is still potent. Some of the buyers who attended expressed discomfort with the size of the slave's penis. He was getting too old to be a sex slave, and what was once an advantage became a problem.

The slave had been crying all night; he had already realized what would happen.

The following day, the merchant came to the cell and explained to the chained animal.

"It's you, old stallion; no one else wants to pay the amount your Mistress has set. So she had us castrate, cut out your tongue, and blind you. If we can't find someone to pay the fortune you cost, she doesn't want you to talk about everything you've done and seen. She had you sold to the galleys, so the animal keeper will be here to do her orders".

New drawing of Simone's morning routine, the fag who became the whore of the family.

Another drawing of Simone's routine, the fag who became the slut of the family.

The slut said that he was always the last to go to bed because after his parents and brother went to bed, he still had to clean up all the mess left in the kitchen and living room. 

The family slave prepared and served dinner, served juices, beer and drinks to those who watched television, and when his Owners retired to sleep, all the mess had to be tidied up.

However, the following day, he was the first to wake up because when his Owners got up, they expected breakfast to be ready, hot, and served at the table impeccably.

Simone did all his duties as perfectly as he could. He would place the newspaper that his father liked to read next to his plate of toast with jams, the cigarette packs, and matches for his mother, who wanted to smoke when she drank the café au lait.

Every morning while they were having breakfast, his role was to get under the table on all fours and give the three of them their first orgasm of the day. He always started with his father, sucking the cock that still had his first-morning erection with effort and competence. The slave drank the sperm mixed with the first piss of the day. 

His brother liked to be sucked, but he preferred to spit the sperm in his bitch's face; he wouldn't let the fag drink anything.

While being sucked, the brother still used to slap and kick his slave painfully.

Often, when the fag brother was sucking his mother, it was common for the older brother to disturb him by burning his back and ass with his lit cigarettes.

Meanwhile, to clarify that his youngest was fulfilling his vocation as a whore, the father used to put his feet between the whore's legs, firmly kick his hard cock, and make it come.

The fag's pleasure in doing this morning function was undisguised. The slut came to come more than once while sucking each of his Owners.

After everyone had left the table, he would lick the pantry floor, cleaning up every drop of sperm, every fluid that his owners and himself had spilled, before eating his dog food.

What men are naked? I don't see any! I only see animals, such as horses, camels, goats, dogs, and slaves. But that's how animals are supposed to be, isn't it?

Slavery is an ancient institution. People from peoples defeated in wars, captured or kidnapped, were sold and bought like any other commodity or animal.

In countries and regions around the Sahara, this practice dates back to times before the Roman Empire until, in 1981, Mauritania became the last country to abolish slavery officially.

Even today, in several countries of the world, people are held and treated as slaves.

Most of the available images show slaves wearing petticoats or breeches as if nudity was immoral or shocking.

However, historians and scholars describe that the slaves' nudity was a way of reiterating their animal condition as non-human creatures. In some tribes, the slave was forbidden to wear any clothing, a privilege of free men. Nudity marked the difference between the poor worker and the slave.

There is a story of a European traveler who visited these markets and asked a merchant: Why do all these men have to be naked?

To which the merchant replied: What men are naked? I don't see any! I only see animals, such as horses, camels, goats, dogs, and slaves. But that's how animals are supposed to be, isn't it?

I made two illustrations showing how slaves were customarily kept entirely naked, and I added below a picture from Le Petit Parisien from June 1907, showing a slave market in Morocco.

We see a slave carrying a bag wearing a small cloth, one having his teeth examined, wearing a skirt, and another naked behind, half-hidden by the buyers. The design reveals the puritanism of the European designer.

The right way to deal with inferior faggots. Last part of five.

I enjoyed having it as a toy at home for myself and my guests and employees for some years. The slut fag had the vocation and perfect temper to be a domestic animal.

It was the perfect bitch, the most submissive and trained I ever saw.

It obeyed all orders and accepted all beatings, rapes, and violence without complaining or moaning excessively.

Its blowjobs were perfect; it knew how to make any man come and drink all the cum without letting a single drop drip onto the rug. The bitch knew how to lick assholes and pussy very competently.

Even with its asshole, having been sored many times, the fag managed to squeeze it and pleasure any cock that penetrated it.

In all these years, the house servants nor I heard him speak a single word; we think it even unlearned how to speak.

Despite the abuse and eating only scraps of food, the fag had a bull's health; it never got sick.

However, for me, it was losing grace and interest. Even whipping and torturing its body didn't turn me on anymore. I called a cousin who had a vast place near Goiânia and asked if she could take the animal there. She frequented my house and knew my slut bitch, and she did me the favor of taking the animal away.

She had no interest in the slut animal; she took it to the farm and handed it to her employees, asking them to use it as they liked.

Employees loved winning that worm and used it in many ways. They soon discovered its sexual talents and regularly used its holes. They also used it as a draft animal, pulling plows and carts.

It fulfilled all his duties and obligations for years, being the farm's pack animal during the days and the sex animal at night.

The fag worked so hard with such commitment that it rarely had to be punished; it was seldom whipped to work.

One day, the fag knelt in front of the employees and, to everyone's astonishment, asked: "please whip me hard every day. I need to be whipped".

The employees liked him and treated him well, but they had never heard him say anything. They thought he didn't even know how to speak, that he was dumb or speechless.

At his request, from that day on, whipping him with violence and cruelty became a habit and routine for all the employees of the farm.

Years passed, and always working naked under the sun and regular and violent beatings, the animal, grew old and ruined down quickly. It looked like a wrinkled older man in ten years, and the tasks were getting lighter, and like any old horse, the fag was spared the heaviest burdens.

Only the whippings continued to be regular,  violent, and heavy for his joy.

When the children of the farm or the city wanted to go out in a chariot, they asked to hitch the old horse to the tilbury and asked the coachman to whip him hard.

I've been told that even children liked to see their backs bruised and bleeding.

My nephews were very grateful that I had given that beast to my cousin's farm. They told me that they loved to whip that stinky little bug throughout their childhood and adolescence.

One day my nephew sent me the steel collar and handcuffs; I got the message that the weird fag was happy until the last of his days.

 

The right way to deal with inferior faggots. Part four of five.

After irreversibly installing the collar and steel handcuffs, I took the gagged animal to my backyard.

I took the box he had given me with everything significant, meaningful, and precious to him, with his documents, medical exams, glasses, family photos, and personal effects. I put everything in the litter box, poured alcohol, and burned all the history and life he once had.

I never cared to know his name; I just called him insults, like shit, fag, worm, or pig. I never wanted to know anything about him; he didn't interest me.

His reaction to the scene was all I craved; he cried, trembled, and sobbed seeing his identity and history burning.

After making sure that there was nothing left, that everything was burned entirely, I pissed on the ashes and over him, saying:

You shit, understand that the creep fag you once were, doesn't exist anymore. Now you're just a toy of mine, something I can use as I see fit.

We start treating the animal fag in the worst way animals can be treated. The beatings, torture, and rapes became even more frequent and violent. Immobilization and permanent nudity made the body available so readily that it stimulated everyone's sadism.

All the house servants, my guests, and friends amused ourselves by shoving objects up the animal's anus, crushing, twisting, and burning its scrotum for fun.

I held receptions, dinners, and parties, offering food, drinks, and my sex toy for everyone's enjoyment. During these parties, my guests received blowjobs, pissed in his mouth, or tested different types of whips by whipping him without limits or any worries.

 

The right way to deal with inferior faggots. Part three of five.

After the slut fag came to live permanently as my slave, I redoubled the violence and humiliation to test its willingness to be my sex slave. I invited several friends to use my new sex toy. Every day my friends and I tortured, beat, and fucked him with cruelty and violence. It learned to suck dicks of different sizes and shapes, getting slapped and punched for every failure during practice.

I reduced its diet to dog food and piss.

I hoped it'd ask for a break, give up being my bitch. However, the increasingly violent treatment only allowed it to demonstrate how much it wanted to be my slave.

Over the weeks, I made it sign a series of documents renouncing everything and informing me of all his details and previous links. With these powers of attorney, my lawyers sought to cancel any registration in notaries and banks of his existence.

To the world, it simply ceased to exist.

One day I called a welder at home, and he welded collars and cuffs to the wrists and ankles, so tight and fixed, it would be practically impossible to take them off. When I explained to the fag that it would never be able to remove any of those rings again, the slut has practically come.

The steel collar and handcuffs became part of my sex toy; it would never wear anything else.

The right way to deal with inferior faggots. Part two of five.

 Wishing to be enslaved is one thing; it may be an inconsequential fantasy; being a proper slave is another.

Most faggots take time to get used to living naked, learn to stand the cold, and lose all embarrassment with nudity in front of anyone. This one, from day one, nudity seemed natural to it.

Others I've tested have been slow to learn to remain silent, comply, or await my orders. Most were stupid and chatty; I often had to slap them every time they made a sound or tried to say something. This fag didn't say anything; it bore everything in silence.

For several weekends I ordered the fag to do all the housework, silent, naked and on all fours, even in front of my friends and family used to seeing this type of despicable animal in my house.

I taught this turd to suck my dick the way I like it and swallow all the cum or piss I make in his mouth. At first, it would choke, vomit, or suffocate, but it learned to fulfill the function correctly with due punishment and a lot of effort.

His willingness and commitment to learning enchanted me; this worm was more submissive and dedicated than most of these sluty animals. So, after a few months of testing, I authorized him to come to the house for good.

I informed him that he would no longer have contact with anyone! From that weekend, it would never leave my domain again.

I ordered him to bring in a box everything he had, his documents, everything he had in storage, and significant belongings. He handed over his cell phone, computer, wallet, glasses, and everything he had and accepted to be mine from that moment on.

The right way to deal with inferior faggots. Part one of five.

Since my youth, I had many gay friends who were very shy, submissive, and willing to be dominated, humiliated, and used as inferior fags. This type of submissive fag does not want to be loved nor to have a normal and happy life; they really want to be treated violently and cruelly. I can say that I learned to enjoy having these kinds of shitty little fags to use and abuse viciously. I like to beat them, fuck them and humiliate them with a lot of cruelty and contempt, and I know that's their nature, that's what they're born for, and that's what they want. Here I will tell the story of one of them in five parts.

I created a profile on the internet and announced that I wanted to have a masochistic and submissive fag as my permanent slave. Dozens of disgusting little fags offered themselves daily; I could choose and test as many as I wanted.

The one in this story was a young man in his 20s who wanted to be kept in permanent captivity. I tried humiliating him over the web, just typing with him on his knees and making him show off to me.

After this testing stage, with him showing a lot of interest and willingness, I moved on to the next testing step.

 

I ordered him to stand on a busy corner in a neighborhood near my house, barefoot and shirtless, wearing only the pants, so I could pick him up there to take him to my house. I ordered him to come without money or documents, as I didn't want to know his name, and I just called him Shit.

I left him there for hours waiting for me to prove his subservience; he remained for more than two hours until I stopped the car, opened the trunk, and put him there.

For several weekends, I would pick him up on Friday and keep him at my house until Monday, when I would drop him off wearing just the same pants at the same corner.

On the days he was at home, he was always naked and on all fours. He cleaned the house, cooked, and washed the bathrooms while being kicked, humiliated, and beaten by my guests and me.

Now and then, I fucked him, told him to suck my dick, or peed in his mouth. He obeyed everything without wavering or complaining.

I treated him with complete contempt, and he was still willing to be my slave for good.