The cruel punishment of prisoners.

The punishment of prisoners began with the cruel way they were hung with their arms behind their backs. This position causes terrible pain in the back, arms, and shoulders.

Not satisfied with the ordeal, the guards would pull down the prisoner's pants so they could directly spank his ass, rape him and stick the club in his anus.

The guards took turns between beating and raping. The arms hung in this way were so impaired that for many days, they could not be moved; they were, without any strength, useless. So the prisoners had no way to protect themselves from beatings and rape.

This is the point I wanted to get to, it was a struggle, but I made it.

This is the point I wanted to get to, it was a struggle, but I made it. Since I was born, I knew I didn't want to be like other boys and was different. 

I never wanted to be somebody; I wanted to be nothing, a piece of shit, a slut bitch. I was born a lewd, masochistic, submissive, and insatiable whore. My parents tried to make me study, work, and learn something, they tried to give me some direction or moral value, but I never wanted to be anything else.

At one point, they gave up trying to make me change my idea or attitude and they gave up on me. I convinced them that it would be better for all of us if they just sold me, got rid of me, and got rid of the problem that I was to them and the whole family.

I found on the deep internet an auction and trafficking site for a red light. As soon as I reached the age of 18, I managed to apply to be auctioned and uploaded all the necessary documents, exams, and photos. I was young, healthy, and even cute, and I had a nice, big, thick cock, well above average, and I was advertised as a willing, unrestricted bitch, ready to give myself up to the highest bidder without any strings attached.

My father took me to a country club hotel where the auction was held. On the night of the auction, he showed me off to all bidders, my cock throbbing and dripping with lust. I loved feeling my body being examined, groped, manipulated, my cock, my tits, my balls being squeezed, my holes being touched and examined. In my resigned and offered attitude, the guys saw the insatiable and unlimited lust in my eyes. 

My father told everyone: know that this is not a boy, it is a shameless bitch.

The value I reached was not as high as I dreamed, but my father was delighted; it was much more than he expected.

My father checked on his cell phone that the purchase price was deposited in his bank account, and when my buyer approached with a leather collar attached to a heavy chain, he removed my clothes to hand me naked to my owner.

The buyer didn't even address me; he shook my father's hand smiling.

My father used to say: You made an excellent purchase; this bitch will serve your most sordid desires, and you can fuck and use it however you like. This slut supports and endures very well all dirty kinds of whoring!

The buyer, without looking at me, simply caressing my cock, replied smiling: I don't doubt that this bitch would love to be prostituted, but let's not use the holes or the filthy nature of this slut fag, no.

My father was surprised: No? I thought I'd be bought to be a pet whore or to work in some whorehouse.

"No, I'm not from any whorehouse; I'm from a different restaurant! I'm just the buyer of supplements and raw materials. This beautiful dick will be ripped off and served with baked potatoes to the most perverted European millionaires!

My father looked surprised: Are you going to slaughter him like a pig?

The buyer seemed surprised: Apparently, you were the only one who didn't know what the purpose of this auction was. All animals traded here knew that was the purpose of business!

At that moment, looking at my buyer's serene face, feeling him play with the head of my cock, I ejaculated a lot; I came immensely happy!

That prisoner was special. He was a very large, strong, muscular and hairy animal.

That prisoner was a notable slut. He was a huge, robust, muscular, and hairy animal. Since our troops invaded that area, we knew that some peasants were kept as beasts of burden, enslaved by the other villagers. When my platoon occupied one of the villages, it was deserted, everyone had fled, but among the houses and barns, we found this animal naked and chained like a buffalo. What most aroused our curiosity and sadism was that his huge cock pulsated hard every time we spanked or humiliated him. Our orders were to kill every man we encountered summarily, but my sergeant and I decided it would be fun to torture this animal for as long as possible.

I soon realized that he was a masochistic and submissive fagot. He didn't say anything. He couldn't speak; he growled like an ox, and the more he was tortured, the more pain he felt, and the harder and more excited his cock became.

Our battalion stayed in that village for a week. These days, almost all the soldiers raped him; many of us whipped and burned him with irons and cigarettes. He sucked all the cocks competently and eagerly, revealing practice and pleasure in accomplishing this task.

On the last night, before we left the area, I thought of how I should kill him. The troop sat in a circle to watch; I tied his wrists and ankles, hung him by the neck with his feet hardly touching the ground, almost choking him, and whipped him viciously. His cock was stiff and throbbing throughout the spanking.

Finally, I tied his scrotum to a log, suspended him by the neck, lowered his body onto a stake, and shoved it up his ass. It was a complex and delicate balance. If I lowered his body too far, the stake would impale him, destroying his internal organs. If he pulled too high, he would be hanged. He would be geld if I stepped too hard on the log tied to his scrotum.

But in those days, I learned the limits and flaws of that sexual beast. Playing as if he were a puppet, I made him moan with lust and have several orgasms, ejaculating more than five times before collapsing. He spilled gallons of cum before dying visibly happy, and his cock was hard as a post!

My colleagues masturbated and became excited by the scene. Watching the raw animal explode with lust and pleasure was truly beautiful.

Before blacking out, he gave one last shout of lust and gratitude.

We all knew that was the end he dreamed of!

This is the sixteenth and final chapter of the series that tells the story of a submissive queer who wanted to be reduced to Pig.

Annually, the pig breeding and slaughtering company held many parties with year-end barbecues for suppliers and partners. Some with families and many guests, others more reserved.

The cruelest and sadistic employees of the company, those who took the most pleasure and fun in torturing and humiliating the Pig, knew the employees of the accounting firm who arranged to send the masochistic faggot there. Some former co-workers received news and photos of him being tortured, raped, amputated, and turned into a pig. Thus, through WhatsApp groups, they organized this little barbecue party reserved for those willing to participate in the last stage of this process.

There were more than twenty people, bringing together company handlers, office boys, managers, secretaries, and accountants, who understood perfectly that what they would participate in was the natural and desirable outcome for a despicable masochistic cunt like Pig.

First, they brought the animal to show him happiness in his swine condition. It had been fattened for slaughter, its teats and belly hanging limply dragged across the dirty ground. It stank, and its hide bore scars from wounds and countless beatings, tortures, and burns.

When it was led by a chain stuck to its nose among the guests, it grunted and smiled happily, receiving violent kicks and punches from former colleagues.

Then the faggot was washed like a pig and had its head and body hair shaved off.

Some servants helped to slide the skewer through his anus and out of his mouth and to tie his legs to the support to place it on the grill. The animal made no move to disrupt the process, instead accepting its preparation resignedly. Those who worked on this preparation didn't realize at what moment the Pig died, but he did so quietly and calmly that he seemed happy for his end.

The barbecue was peaceful and enlivened by lots of drinking and music. On everyone's faces, there was more than normalcy; there was relief and happiness at getting rid of that creep problem.

This is the fifteenth and penultimate post in the series that tells the story of a submissive queer who wanted to be reduced to Pig.

After having his paws partially amputated and his vocal cords cut, Pig was finally able to be treated like other pigs.

He was no longer removed from the pigsties or treated in any way differently from other filthy animals. Employees lost interest in him, never fucked him or got blow jobs again.

There persisted among some of them the desire to test whether the disgusting faggot would endure being in the condition of a pig all the time.

When the pigs were served the food, they pissed on it before he ate it, and he usually ate it even as they pissed on the cattle feed. They used to stub out their cigarettes on his back, burning his hide, and the fag wouldn't even move to escape the pain.

The most perverse cruelty was to put the fag in the breeding pigs' sty like other sows, and he was fucked by the heavy pigs bearing the pain, weight, and humiliation without trying to escape the brutal rape. The servants enjoyed watching him get bred by the pigs, and the pigs loved to fuck him repeatedly, taking turns being insatiable. He became a sex toy for the more giant pigs.

He never tried to escape being a pig because that was the life he always wanted.

 

Three months after, one of the handlers asked the fag:

"Now we are going to slaughter all the pigs this season. Do you want to be slaughtered like the rest of the animals?"

Looking directly into the man's eyes, the Pig nodded in agreement with the proposal. The official reiterated the question:

"Can we invite the people from the accounting firm and whoever knew you to come and have you roasted on a spit?"

The Pig smiled happily and nodded his head in enthusiastic agreement. The man smiled with contentment because he knew that those were precisely the desires of that pervert, that they knew so well.

"We're agreeing on parading you around to show them what a sleazy fat pig you've become and sticking a skewer up your ass to put you on the grill. We don't even want to hit you with the sledgehammer before; we're going to skewer you and open, cleaning your guts as if you were already dead, that way you will be able to feel and see what we are going to do with you until just before you die. I know that's what you want, isn't it, faggy?"

The Pig approached the employee, put his face on the handler's shoulder, and cried happily, thanking him for his understanding and the offer, completely happy and grateful.

This is the fourteenth post in the series that tells the story of a submissive queer who wanted to be reduced to Pig.

The pig caretakers talked to each other about that different disgusting pig. They said that the order was to treat that "pig" like other pigs, but it wasn't the same; it liked being a pig, had more extended hands and feet, and got a hard cock every time it was humiliated, beaten, or raped.

Many times these conversations were said close to the Pig so that it could hear the most violent and brutal propositions: "we should cut off that faggot's dick and balls!"; "they should cut off that disgusting pig's hands and feet!" and whenever it heard this kind of conversation it would get excited and nod his head in agreement with the proposals. 

Since arriving at the pig farm, Pig has been forbidden to speak and effectively stopped talking; over time, it learned to grunt like a pig; when it spoke any word, even a simple "yes," it received many slaps and violent punches in the face. But when the handlers spoke of castrations and cruel amputations, it spoke for all to hear: "That's what I want!" "Please, I beg you, turn me into a real pig!" and then receive the expected violent punishment.

One day, after being whipped, Pig's dick was so hard and sticky with cum that the caretaker got pissed and said, "I'm going to cut that dick off! A disgusting fagot deserves not to have a dick!"

The castration of pigs was an everyday activity at the breeding farm; several employees practiced it without great difficulties or care. The Pig was conscious and watched his castration, excited and crying more from emotion than fear or pain. The fag neither asked for mercy nor tried to avoid it; he accepted it as a natural and inevitable part of his degradation.

The next day, the veterinarians agreed to take another step, amputating his legs to the knees and his arms to the elbows. In that same surgery, they cut his vocal cords and enlarged his throat so he could no longer speak.

In this way, Pig became much more like the other pigs in the pigpen.