The fag came to be called a "horny pig" and was often forced to work naked. Part two of three.

The persistent, evident excitement and acceptance of the faggot fueled the humiliations and cruelties of all colleagues.

Some workers liked being sucked and fucked, but others enjoyed beating and torturing him, especially in public, making him hornier.

As the managers and supervisors knew and accepted well, soon, all the humiliations and cruelties began to come out of the locker rooms and take place in the mess hall and all areas of the slaughterhouse.

The fag came to be called a "horny pig" and was often forced to work naked.

Colleagues started putting him to do some of the heaviest, nastiest, or dirtiest jobs, and he complied without complaint.

The cargo cart became his wagon, and he the pack mule.

Sometimes they tied pieces of pigs to him, like ears and paws, and stuck brooms up his ass to humiliate and injure him.

He never complained, disobeyed, or tried to escape from any humiliation.

When the cruelty or violence were worse, his dick aroused harder and dripped!

A story I made together with my friend @AndresG11277166

The slut hog from the slaughterhouse. Part one of three.

 

When the slut fag started working at the meatpacking plant, he had to use the changing rooms and showers with the other workers and was soon identified as the company fag. The problem is that when "colleagues" mocked and offended him, he got even more excited and his cock more erect and dripping.

He enjoyed being humiliated and bullied, so not only did he not complain about the treatment, but he also induced others to be even more aggressive and violent in humiliation.

Seeing that this was what the boy wanted, the managers and superiors began to encourage the entire team to abuse the employee.

The uniform was a thick fabric overall, which everyone wore over other clothes, but they made the fag work all day in just the overalls, and he loved working like that.

During working hours, the other workers slapped him and pinched his ass and dick. He was forced to give blowjobs during rest and meal times, and no one, not even himself, made any complaints.

At the end of the day, in the locker room, the other workers would fuck him and get blowjobs making a point of covering him with cum. He was ordered to go away always filthy with sperm, sleep dirty and return like that the next day to shower only at the beginning of the workday. He obeyed without question and was excited about everything.

A story I made together with my friend @AndresG11277166

This is the place I always wanted to be.

 

I liked to feel pain; since childhood, I always had fantasies of being kidnapped, tortured, raped, and enslaved. I would tease my classmates countless times until I got them to beat me up. I always bother everyone, strangers in dark alleys, my bosses, boyfriends, and the police until they beat me up. I never looked for normal relationships or jobs; I always tried to get into situations where I could end up fulfilling my most terrible and violent dreams.

One day I met a guy on the net who proposed that he sell me to a genuinely sadistic group; I didn't hesitate to accept the offer.

I had nothing of value, nor affective, family or professional ties that would prevent my complete and definitive disappearance. I've always dreamed of simply disappearing from the world of men and becoming a sex toy for some perverted, cruel sadist. I signed every contract and form that my broker presented to me. I was excited to read them; I authorized whoever squeezed me to do whatever they wanted with my body; allowed the extraction and donation of all organs; all kinds of torture; eternal captivity, or simple execution. I got turned on and masturbated every time I read the contracts.

After weeks he brought me to this place, where they unceremoniously stripped me, chained me up, and started torturing me.

I've been here for so many days, I've lost track of time; it could be weeks or months, I don't know. I no longer know how many times I was whipped, raped, and tortured in how many ways.

I felt pains that I didn't imagine existed or be able to bear. I've screamed desperately and cried a lot, but when I spend the night on the bench tied up and alone, waiting for the sadists to arrive the following day, my dick still gets hard, and sometimes I still come.

This is the life I always wanted.

We agreed that if one of us decided to end the game, it would be enough to remove the collar and complete the experience.

Since I gave myself to my Owner, I made it clear that I wanted to be his slut bitch, on a 24/7 basis.

He didn't believe I would put up with this regimen for long, and I also doubted if it would work as in my dreams and fantasies. We agreed on how our routine would be, the safe words, the rules, and that when one of us decided to end the game, it was enough to say, remove the collar and end the experience. But gradually, we're testing and pushing each other's boundaries, and here we have been for over eight months, still loving it all.

Over time I got used to permanent nudity, even on the coldest nights, in front of his friends and family. One of the difficulties was getting used to the floor, getting used to all fours almost all the time, sleeping on the hard, cold floor, and not sitting on chairs or sofas anymore. I've always been shy, so it wasn't hard to learn not to say anything. Today, I am pleased that I can go months without even saying a word, just a few moans, and grunts.

What worked best was my condition as a slut. I suck my Master's dick several times a day; when he wakes up, the first piss of the day he makes directly in my mouth; sometimes, during meals and before he goes to bed, I unzip his pants, and I quickly put his cock in my mouth to make him come or piss. I learned how to do it by drinking everything without spilling anything.

I also really like it when he or any of his friends fuck my ass. Nor can I say that I don't like it when they decide to shove something up my anus, just out of sadism or cruelty. Sometimes they exaggerate and end up hurting or causing unbearable pain, but things like this were already foreseen and are part of our prior agreement.

Learning to eat hands-free, directly from the pots or the floor, took me time. But today, I can eat everything my man puts for me without leaving any leftovers. During those months, I loved staying at his house, without contact with anyone I knew, living here, isolated, waiting for him, serving him, and being his all the time.

However, what I love most, my most desired dream, comes true when he whips me with force and violence. I never get tired of being whipped, I never ask for a break, and I never try to protect myself or escape.

Feeling the leather of the whip tearing my back is my biggest turn-on. What delights me is realizing that my Owner also enjoys whipping me, I think he gets as excited as I do. He whips with gusto, horny, and cruelty every day.

I don't know if I'll stay here, in this life, until the last of my days. But I can say that after months I still haven't had any regrets; I never wanted to leave or give up.

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He was sold to a clandestine sperm farm.

The family realized that the boy was different from his older brothers from his childhood. But it was at puberty, that he became a sex addict, hopeless wanker, and bum.

The poor, religious family didn't know how to control that pervert.

He was caught masturbating everywhere in the house and at school. He spent every day at home walking around in damp underwear and a hard cock.

His family had already given up on changing his bad behavior, and his father didn't know what else to do. Punishing him or threatening to kick him out of the house was no use.

A drunken, scoundrel uncle asked the boy if he would like to work in a sperm clinic for a fertility and cosmetics company. He said that in this place, the boy would be turned on and masturbated all the time, that he would live and earn money doing what he loved to do.

The lazy, lustful nephew loved that idea, and so did his family. Everyone asked the uncle to do everything he could so that the boy could at least spend some time in this mysterious place.

For weeks several documents were signed without being read, with great enthusiasm and anxiety both by the boy and his parents.

One day the uncle stopped by the house to pick up his nephew and take him to the clinic. It was the last time the boy was seen, and no one in his family ever mentioned his name again.

As soon as he arrived at the clinic, he was given a nice meal of fries and stupidly cold beer. He had no idea he was being drugged.

In fact, his uncle sold him to a clandestine sperm farm. All sperm produced was sold to the cosmetic industry.

When he woke up, he was already naked, immobilized, and gagged against the wall of a vast shed.

He was held for many weeks in this uncomfortable position and place without any respite. Daily they injected hormones and steroids in his ass, exciting drugs into his dick. They put a thick dildo with vibrators in his anus and electrical clamps in his tits and balls. He could feel the vibrations and electricity coursing through his body and arousing him continuously, like an endless orgasm.

His cock, tied to the bar of his feet, was hard and accessible to be milked, like a cow four times a day. When he didn't produce enough cum he was violently whipped to learn to generate the expected amount of cum.

Boys were treated this way and kept in these conditions until they lost their fertility completely.

Within weeks, excess electricity, hormones, and drugs were frying their brains, making them so stupid and silly that some couldn't even speak.

When they became unproductive, they were taken to the other side of the country and left on the streets without money or documents.

To Jiroh with admiration and respect, from his fan and disciple, Pote

Jiroh's drawings continue to inspire and teach me. Synthetic trait of him describes strong, smelly, cruel and hot cops and soldiers! Its prisoners are excited, submissive and in love with their brutal executioners. All characters, each in their role, find their true nature and happiness.

See how expressive and sexy his recent drawings are!