Mr. Kristofer was stripped, chained, blessed and consecrated to the work of plowing the land for the rest of his life.

 Mr. Kristofer is a well-known actor who has worked in many films and has never hidden that he is a perverted fetishist and masochist. His muscular and hairy body, smile, and blue eyes animated and cheered the afternoons of generations of faggots.

A wealthy farmer from rural Georgia, a traditionalist and conservative religious leader who saw him as a leader of the LGBT cause, found his photos in pornographic material confiscated from young perverts in his region and blamed him for the misguidedness and perversion of young people in his community.

Along with other leaders and business people from his parish, they managed to invite him to come to Georgia to see a new spa and themed hotel. It was a trap; on the way out of the airport, a fake taxi driver kidnapped the actor and took him directly to one of the largest farms in the state.

A part of this farm had been given to an ultra-conservative religious missionary community that preserved old traditional agricultural techniques without using electricity, machinery, fertilizers, and chemical fertilizers.

The religious leaders of this community agreed to put the sinful fag on the status of a draft bull to pull the plow. He was stripped, chained, washed, and blessed with holy water like any ox in the community and consecrated to the work of plowing the land for the rest of his life.

The humiliation, the hard work, the nudity, and the whip over the beast did not have the effect the shepherds waiting. The bull worked so excitedly that much of the day, his hard cock pointed toward plowing. The more uncomfortable his handlers got with the erection, the more they whipped him, and the more aroused the sexual animal became.

This is the second post in the series that tells the story of a guy who wanted to be reduced to a Pig.

The fag worked in an accounting firm, not very big, where all the employees knew each other well for many years. He has always been a quiet, discrete employee, dedicated to his work, and friendless.

The secretary who found his ad on the sex dating app soon showed everyone the content of his post. Gradually, each one, in his way, began to test whether the guy accepted being the submissive slave of the trade.

Some colleagues who worked with him asked, "Do you really want to be treated like a piece of shit?" the boy replied, "That's what I am, a slut faggot."

He was told to kneel on the floor and obeyed without question. They said, "Pig gets on all fours," and he quickly got on them. They shouted, "Pig, bring and serve coffee for everyone," and he slavishly obeyed.

His name became "Pig," and he was turned into everyone's slave in the office.

One day, one of his colleagues slapped him violently and resoundingly, and he accepted without question.

The guy's submissive reaction to this slap was the signal that authorized everyone to move from humiliation to violence.

This is the first post in a longer series, telling the story of a guy who was reduced to a Pig.

 He always dreamed of being treated like an slut animal, humiliated and degraded. He was a lonely man, in his late thirties, with no family or friends, nothing to stop him from realizing his dreams. In a sex app, he said he would accept any humiliation and physical or moral violence.

He offered to be used sexually by anyone, anyway.

As soon as he made the posts on the app, his co-workers identified him. They were shocked and started to make fun of him in the middle of the work environment.

However, to everyone's astonishment, he didn't even try to deny their offers and soon seemed more than acceptable but enjoyed and willing to be humiliated and insulted by his colleagues.

When my dad bought the new tractor, we took this family photo with our dog Billy and the Horse.

Our farm was near the town of Franklin, and our family was blessed and very loving, respected, and well-regarded throughout the community. 

My parents and I and my brother and sisters attended church weekly and went to school like all other families.

The farm was beautiful and thriving; we had servants, cows, horses, and pigs, and by God's grace, my father could finance a new tractor. Our life was happy and perfect until my older brother John Jr. volunteered to serve in the army, still just 16 years old. My parents were apprehensive, but the war was over, and we were still proud to see him wearing a navy uniform.

The biggest problem was that he was arrested and expelled from the navy, accused of being a pederast - a faggot. When he returned home, he ceased to be a source of pride and became the shame of the whole family.

My mother, horrified and very disappointed, never wanted to see him again or for him to come home. I don't know what deal my dad made with John, but he went on to sleep in the barn and work on the farm as one of our servants.

He was expelled from the navy for being a fag so that he couldn't be accepted in any school or job; working on our farm was his only alternative. Everything seemed to be going well for a few months until an employee reported to my father that John gave himself to the other employees like a bitch.

The shameful sinful scandal was known through the whole region, all the neighbors and acquaintances of the city.

The county sheriff, our community pastor, and my parents gathered at our house that night to discuss what to do with John Junior. The crime of homosexuality could put my older brother in jail for decades.

I was the one who, when I was serving everyone lemonade, made the suggestion.

"What this terrible and disgusting being did is not from God; this animal is neither from God nor our family; it's just a demonic animal. We could keep him here on the farm but as one of the animals. An animal of the farm."

After the astonishment and general estrangement were over, my mother started defending this proposal. At the end of the meeting, the pastor himself said, "God's creatures must be submitted to his designs!"

My father, the sheriff, and one of the servants grabbed my brother, ripped his clothes off, and chained him up.

Over the years, everyone got used to the situation.

The name "John Jr." was heard again; he was renamed Horse. 

He came to live in stirrups and harness, chained like one of our horses. He worked the farm like a beast of burden, pulling plows, and carts, loading and unloading bales and sacks from trucks. 

The county judge did all the paperwork for John Jr to be reported missing in war so he would lose all inheritance rights and no longer be human.

With the slut fag in its place, I became the only son.

I was also the only family member who had daily contact with him, as I helped with the farm work, and I enjoyed seeing him working like a beast of burden.

I whipped him, encouraged other employees, humiliated him, and beat him with meanness and sadism.

One day my father showed me laughing that he had managed to register the Horse as part of the property as one of the farm animals.

"My son, one day you will inherit this horse too."

We were very connected when we were kids; I already knew about his fag nature, and he liked to be my horse when we played.

He liked to be my and my friends' slave in several games. I made our dream come true when I put him as the farm animal.

When I had more autonomy, I encouraged some employees to fuck my horse daily, making him the farm's mare. 

I knew how to keep my brother happy.

He offered to be the barbecue.

Now, when the end is near, he feels a mixture of excitement and fear, but he is far from regretting his decision. The men there drinking beer and chatting excitedly wait for the barbecue man to put the meat on the grill; the party will still last a long time; it should only end at dawn.

They rented the farm and arranged everything thoroughly in advance. The group of wealthy, gay, sadistic men announced they wanted a masochistic, submissive fag to serve them for two weeks. They explained that the chosen fag would be kept naked and chained at all times, that he would be fucked and tortured in multiple ways, without limits or rest, until he was slaughtered and served at a barbecue to end the orgy.

To their amazement and happiness, dozens of men applied for the role. The group could discuss and choose the most interesting for them, the strongest, and the most beautiful among the interviewed candidates.

The boy chosen was a 26-year-old manual worker, polite and kind, who said that since his youth, he had masturbated, dreaming of being violently abused, raped, and slaughtered like an animal.

During the two weeks, he endured all the beatings and tortures, most of the time with a hard cock, passion, and willingness. One of the men amused himself by milking his big, beautiful cock several times daily. During the two weeks, the boy sucked all the cocks, was fucked countless times, served the meals, and washed the floors and dishes obediently and gently.

Some of the men who hired him were so delighted with the young man that they proposed to their colleagues not to kill him but to keep him as a permanent slave. However, the majority defended that they continued with the agreement until the end.

Last Sunday, some more invited friends and the "barbecue man" arrived. This man was hired to do the party's most violent and illegal part. He gagged the boy and nailed his wrists to a pergola beam and his sack to the butcher's block.

Seeing the boy nailed, his cock still hard, one of the men milked him one last time.

The builder's bitch. Last part of four.

After a few months of being intrigued by this "coworker," I went to the warehouse where he was kept at night. He spent his nights naked, chained to the pillar, on empty cement bags. The warehouse smelled of shit and urine, and dirt. I knew that many of my fellow workers came at night to humiliate him, beat him, and fuck him. When I approached, he solicitously and obediently put himself on his knees and opened his mouth to receive my piss or suck me.

I could look into his eyes and see the absolute resignation, his calm acceptance of all sorts of violence and humiliation.

I could observe his body closely and saw scars from countless beatings, cuts, and burns, both accidental and inflicted, by whips, cigarettes, and soldering irons.

His body was dirty and stank like a brute animal. I didn't see him bathe or be washed in those months.

He didn't look human anymore, didn't even behave like one; he looked like he was just a stupid, slut beast of burden. He didn't make a sound; I didn't even know if he was able to speak; I never heard him say anything.

That meeting, that degraded being, significantly moved me and impressed me.

The next day I went straight to the company manager; I needed to understand who he was and how he got to that condition.

The manager explained everything to me calmly. The slave was a former fag employee who asked to be placed as an animal on the construction team. Contracts were made establishing that he voluntarily renounced all belongings and rights, setting himself as a whore and permanent and definitive fag slave of the company to work and be used without limit by the workers. The company found that having this fag on the job improved the productivity and commitment of all workers and adopted a policy of supporting new employees who wanted to be placed in the same condition.

That conversation excited me too much; it seemed like a crazy old dream come true! Can I be placed in the same condition as him?

You can, my boy! Anytime you want, sign these papers, and you can get started today!

Trembling with happiness and excitement, I signed all the papers.

The laughing manager warned me: You know that once you sign, there will be no turning back or giving up. You will be chained and forced to obey and accept all the work and functions any worker on the team wants. Understand it? Are you sure this is what you want? Don't want some time to think and decide before signing?

I trembled with excitement and happiness and replied: No, I know that's what I was born for! I don't even want to think about changing my mind. You can chain me, spank and fuck me all you want, and make me the team bitch forever!

I handed over all my documents and belongings, signed all the papers, undressed, and received the dreamed and dreaded collar with a chain.

When I left the office, naked and on all fours, the manager announced to the workers that they were in front of the administration.

Team, here's the company's new bitch; you can start using it.

The builder's bitch. Part three of four.

During the day, in addition to working hard, the slave suffered humiliation and violence.

In the workers' mess, he eats like a dog, the rest of the other's food, never using his hands, with his mouth straight from dirty pans on the floor. Workers pissed on him, on his food, and made him drink piss in front of everyone.

Sometimes they interrupt work to piss in his mouth or ask for blowjobs in the middle of work, during working hours.

He obeyed all commands without question, accepted his role as a slut bitch, and diligently carried out all orders.

However, he still received many slaps, punches, and violent kicks. The cruelest classmates had fun stepping on him with their dirty boots, rubbing them hard in his face and dick.

I could see him being fucked several times by my peers. They shoved all sorts of objects into his ass; hoe handles, beer bottles; so hard cocks were the ones that hurt the slave's anus the least.

No one expressed pity or sympathy for that smelly, scruffy bitch, not even him.