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.

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

Most of the time, the fag Pig was kept with the other animals at the sites. He learned to interact with the other pigs, sleep, eat and play with the younger piglets.

The only difference between him and the other animals is that all the handlers were especially cruel to him, kicking, spanking, spitting, and pissing on him.

They saw that the fagot liked this crueler treatment, that it excited him, and he, himself, stimulated the sadism of the company's employees.

The fagot's masochism was most visible when he was whipped viciously and brutally. Some of the handlers, the most violent and sadistic ones, tied up the Pig and beat him with heavy whips, opening wounds all over his body. The animal moaned with lust and writhed in excitement and pleasure, daring the executioners to hit him with greater violence, displaying his hard horny cock dripping during the beatings.

The beatings had no justification other than the satisfaction and pleasure of those who beat watching the animal's horny and happiness in being violently whipped!

For the slut Pig, this was the life he had always dreamed of; he was never happier. His masochism was being fully exercised and lived out. He only regretted that all the other pigs were taken to slaughter every four months, and he was not. Even without saying anything, just moaning and grunting like other pigs, he asked to have a life and fate more like other pigs.

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

Over time, although the Pig was treated as one of the company's animals, the caretakers discovered that it could have other uses and tasks. 

Its ability to suck the workers' dick was soon recognized, praised, and used at every opportunity.

It also began to serve as a pack animal, unloading bags of feed from trucks. Being used as a slave kept naked while being beaten with whips was an undisguised hard-on for the submissive, masochistic fagot.

His hard cock betrayed his permanent horny. This encouraged the sadism of the servants, who beat and whipped him for no reason to humiliate him.

The worse it was treated, the greater the violence and humiliation, and the more excited and happy the creepy queer was.

Pig lived the life he dreamed of, happy to wallow in the mud with the other animals. Although he was always silent and obedient, he tried in every way to encourage cruelty and sadism in his caretakers.

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

The first few weeks with the Pig in the sty were for him to adapt to the condition of a breeding animal. He had to learn how to live with the other animals in the pigpen. He had to deal with disputes over territory and food with the other male animals. He learned to interact and sleep with the other pigs. Where to shit, where to piss, and how to fight over the food dumped in the food rack.

Another learning experience was how to interact with the company's handlers.

They made a remarkable effort to treat Pig like all other animals, but they soon discovered it had unique characteristics and abilities. They soon found that the slut fag gave very competent blowjobs. Even when cleaning the pigsty stalls, it was common for them to stick their dicks out of their overalls and tell Pig to suck. They held its head by the earrings forcing their penises to the back of the animal's throat.

At the end of the workdays, some handlers would lean Pig into the wash tanks and wash its anus with the water hoses so they could fuck it. In those days, gang rapes took advantage of cleaning the filthy anus.

However, the most traumatic experience for Pig was when the keepers took the pigs from the stall to the slaughterhouse, one by one; violent hammer blows slaughtered them to the head. The pigs screamed in despair when they watched the others being killed.

The Pig stood between them, anxiously wondering if it would be slaughtered.

At the end of the slaughter, he was hung among the other dead pigs and spent the night hanging, imagining that his time would one day come.

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

As soon as the guy arrived at the pig farming company, everyone treated him like one of the company's pigs.

When he tried to say something, he was violently slapped in the face and punched in the head, accompanied by the shout, "Shut up pig."

The idea was that he soon realized that he had to accept his condition as a pig.

He was always kept naked with different collars and lashings with chains and handcuffs. So that he wouldn't even think about saying anything; they kept him gagged for many hours.

They shaved off his hair and beard and, without care or concern, placed steel rings piercing his ears, nipples, and nose. The rings were thick and heavy, and the perforations were very painful. When they put it in the Pig's nose, they broke his nose, which he was very sore and injured for weeks.

The function of the rings was to allow keepers to pull the pig through them, an efficient way of driving the animal. Or even immobilize him by being able to chain him with the rings.

The keepers kept the Pig on all fours most of the time.

For the first time, he had a closer relationship, living among the pigs, and in a short time, he smelled like them.

In a short time, the pigs in the pigsty already understood that he was one of them.

My suggestion to improve prison chairs. To celebrate over 10K Twitter followers!

Prison chairs like these have been used to contain prisoners in the US, especially agitated, young, and healthy prisoners.

I made some adjustments, eliminating only the seat, which makes it more playful. It is less comfortable for the detainee and facilitates the torture and violation of his anus and hell of his most sensitive parts.

This chair should be used in every police station and prison world! It allows the prisoner to be wholly immobilized for as long as necessary. The fag is very uncomfortable, hanging by the ropes that tie his shoulders and armpits. The wrists and ankles are secured by leather straps, and the bars that pass under the knees and elbows complete the immobilization and suffering of the prisoner.

In this wheelchair, the fag can be quickly taken to the cell, yard, or courtroom.

If desired, he can be tied up in this way for days: being fed, shitting, and pissing in a simple and easy-to-clean way.

If desired, he can be beaten and tortured efficiently using clubs, whips, pliers, electricity, and fire. Fingers, nipples, and holes are incredibly accessible. The jailers who have used it say it's fun to kick the balls and sticks of prisoners in the chair.

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

The van traveled for hours, and the fag was chained to the trunk the entire time. He groaned, yelled, and asked to open the door, as he was desperate to piss and shit, but he was not answered. When they finally opened the door, he smelled bad because he was shit and wet with piss.

He soon understood that they were indeed on a breeding farm. All the employees wore uniforms with orange overalls, gloves, and high white boots. They got the boy out of the van using steel bars with rope handles at the ends. This instrument is used to safely restrain agitated animals by tying and squeezing their necks, like gallows.

Restrained by the devices, his neck tightened almost to suffocation; the Pig climbed out of the van with his wrists still chained behind his back and ankle chains limiting his steps.

While an employee held him by the neck, another removed his dirty clothes, cut them into pieces, threw the scraps in the trash, and washed him with an ice-cold shower.

Still being led by the neck, naked and chained, he was taken to a large, smelly, stuffy shed, the industrial pigsty.

He had a hard cock, and he was very excited and surprised at how naturally all the workers there saw him being treated like one of the pigs. That situation was an old dream of his, but he still didn't believe he was living it!

Then, when they reached one of the stalls in the pigsty, he was chained and placed on all fours among other pigs. He was surprised, shocked, and scared but as happy as he never was!

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

The directors told the slut fag that he would be fired from the accounting firm to work at the pig breeding company.

The Pig didn't even question their suggestion; he was heavily in debt and had no alternatives. Soon he would be evicted from where he lived, and he could no longer continue working at the company.

A new job, with housing included, even with a low salary, could be a way to regain some money.

The directors oriented Pig to sell what little he still had, to take only clothes, documents, and personal things. They informed him of the corner near his house, where the breeding company van would pick him up.

He thought he would get a ride to his new job.

He was excited. He loved the idea of ​​working in the countryside, close to real pigs, in a breeding industry, where he could soon find many new colleagues to abuse him.

When the van arrived, the employee opened the trunk, chained Pig's hands behind his back and ankles, closed the door, and left. The fag guy obeyed without question, as he usually did. They didn't say anything to him; they treated him like luggage, like something to be transported.

They left everything the Pig had of his right there on the sidewalk. They took only him, chained, not knowing where.

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

More than once, the boys took the Pig to beat and rape him on weekends. More than once, they tied him naked to some pole covered in spit, cum, and blood.

He was arrested for walking or being tied up naked in the streets without money or documents. Soon he would have nowhere to live; he was about to be evicted for not being able to pay the rent anymore.

The company's board decided to discuss his situation. He had no family, no prospects or future. Soon it would be a problem for everyone, the company, and colleagues.

They called Pig to the boardroom and asked him what he wanted them to do. He, crestfallen, spoke quietly and quietly.

"Please help me turn into a pig. That's all I ask."

One of the directors got up, walked over to the man, and opened his shirt, showing everyone his scars and bruises.

"This madman isn't kidding; that's what he wants. This crazy pig should get out of here; if he wants to be a sow, let's send it to the pig farmer! We have several animal breeding companies among our customers; let's see if we can send this slut, crazy person to one of them."

One of the accounting firm's client companies was a prominent pig farmer. It only took a few phone calls to convince the customer to have another pig on the farm.

 

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

    

All the men in the office felt free to abuse the Pig, and he attended to everyone without measuring efforts or consequences. 

Accountants had some frantic days, with the closure and delivery of extensive accounting reports on short notice, with little time and a lot of responsibility.

On those days, several colleagues asked Pig to give blowjobs during working hours, right there, in the working position, in front of everyone else.

The Pig, dutifully and helpfully, knelt and put his colleague's dick in his mouth without question. Even during work meetings, with colleagues talking on the cell phone with customers or family, the Pig would make them come and swallow everything without dropping a single drop.

From cleaning to kitchen staff, the younger and simpler office assistants and employees also had their orders obeyed. In the hallways, in the pantry, in the garage, anywhere a worker ordered the Pig to get on all fours and suck anyone's dick, anytime.

On the first weekend, right after payday, the boys ordered Pig to give them his wallet with all his cards, documents, and money, and he obeyed. Then they took him to a more industrial area on the other side of town. In a deserted and sinister street, they all got blowjobs while kicking and beating the slut fag mercilessly.

After all the boys fucked and beat him up, they pissed on the dutiful fag and just walked away.

The fag had to walk alone, bruised and dirty with cum and piss, to his house because he didn't have the money to take a bus.

He did not complain or tell anyone at the company what happened and just continued to act like everyone's bitch.

That month the Pig didn't have the money to pay any of his bills.

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

 Another form of humiliation and use of the collective Pig was blowjobs. The low partitions that separated the workstations from the corporate environment allowed that even during work, without attracting much attention, the Pig could be placed on his knees sucking his colleagues' dicks. In this role, the men felt extraordinary vanity in shoving their cocks so deep into the fag's throat that he choked and suffocated.

However, for cleaning the office carpet, it was critical that he swallowed all the cum without spilling a single drop. Even if the dirt on the floor was promptly cleaned with the tongue and swallowed by the Pig for choking or spilling, he was brutally punished.

The first punishments were slaps on the face, pinching of the nipples, and pulling the ears as if punishing poorly behaved children. However, when the leather belt came into use, and Pig's back got red, purple, and blue marks, the office colleagues had new fun.

The Pig took the beatings without any objection. He tried to keep quiet, but when the blows were too painful, he would moan and cry softly, which added to the audience's delight.

His ability to withstand the beatings and pain only worsened his brutality and cruelty. At the end of the day or during coffee breaks, it was common for someone to appear with a belt, whip, or hose to injure the Pig's body, demonstrating his skill in using the instrument of punishment.

No team member felt any empathy, pity, or embarrassment in humiliating and beating up the disgusting fucking faggot.

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

The Pig's resigned and submissive behavior allowed all his colleagues to give the most absurd orders. When someone felt thirsty, they would send him to fetch water, and he obeyed. He cleaned up when someone spilled something he was ordered to clean up.

When someone asked if they were abusing the submissive fag. A more debauched colleague laughed and ordered him to kneel at his feet.

When the Pig was kneeling, the colleague simply opened his shirt, his belt, and the zipper of his pants, pulling his cock out.

Colleagues who watched the scene were astonished and embarrassed by the fag's nudity. Then the colleague began cruelly crushing and twisting Pig's nipples, causing him to groan in pain but immediately become aroused!

Everyone laughed, realizing that this kind of submissive fag loves to be humiliated and suffer pain!

Thus, gradually each colleague learned to be more sadistic and cruel to the slut faggot.

They felt empowered and got used to punching him, slapping him, pinching his nipples and dick, and pulling his hair and ears like he was a naughty child or a complete idiot!

The submissive fag endured all violence and humiliation without ever protesting or contesting. Before long, his nudity was no longer shocking, surprising, or bothersome to anyone.

On the contrary, they got used to laughing at his fat and hairy body.

Often, colleagues who stayed over working hours in the office ordered their slave to stay with them, available, on all fours and naked, to be used and punished as and when they wanted.

So it surprised no one when one of the clerks brought a heavy braided leather whip into the office.

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

Every day, little by little, each co-worker felt authorized and even invited to humiliate and abuse the Pig. He obeyed all orders without question, offering himself to the cruelest humiliations. 

His manager, who considered him a complete asshole, decided to take the lead in the humiliations.

He explained to the subordinate: since you are now the department slut pig, from now on, you will only eat dog food straight from this bowl, and you will only drink the piss of your colleagues. 

The servant obeyed on all fours and ate the ration without question.

The manager amused himself by stepping on the back of the fag's head and burying his face in the pissed ration. The employee swallowed and chewed the food with difficulty, choking and smearing himself without attempting to resist or complaining.

After making his subordinate eat the ration, he ordered him to hand over his company meal card.

In the next department meeting, the manager proposed to the other employees that, as the fag would start to eat the pissed ration every day in the office, his meal voucher would pay for everyone else's lunch.

All employees went out every day at lunchtime, walking and talking animatedly to one of the neighborhood restaurants. The manager established that the faggot would follow the group, barefoot and shirtless, with his hands behind his back and silent. The rule stated that the awful queer would follow the group about three paces behind so as not to be mistaken for one of them. He had to spend the entire lunch hour with an old pencil between his teeth to ensure he didn't say anything and remain quiet.

While the employees ate lunch, the Pig waited quietly and stood on the sidewalk in front of the restaurant, like a beggar or homeless person.

On returning from lunch, everyone went to the bathroom and pissed in an old jug. This jar was poured into the feed, and the Pig ate its lunch in front of everyone.

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.

The builder's bitch. Part two of four.

The man worked hard in the hot sun, wearing only his baggy, dirty shorts. The workers gave him the heaviest, most tiring, and most uncomfortable tasks, and he carried out orders without complaint and with commitment.

I loved seeing his muscular, furry body making repeated efforts, letting me see his ass and private parts without embarrassment.

Even though he worked hard, the manager would sometimes punish him with violence and cruelty at the end of the day.

While we workers were showering, the animal surrendered its wrists to be obediently tied up. The poclain was used to raise his arms in the air until his feet barely touched the ground!

Then, before the beating began, one of the workers would lower his shorts, showing his naked body to the entire audience.

He suffered in silence and didn't groan or try to run away. he accepted every lash as he took orders and tasks throughout the day.

The number of lashes that were given to his body was impressive, already marked by countless previous beatings. But what impressed me the most was that his dick got hard during the loss.

The spanking didn't stop until he came when he ejaculated in front of everyone.

The builder's bitch. Part one of four.

I had just come of age, left home, and finally got a job as a laborer in a good, big construction company. It's what I've always wanted, to be surrounded by strong young people. The team was very well structured and the work well organized. All workers wore uniforms and safety equipment. However, only one was treated differently. He worked almost naked, barefoot, wearing only baggy, dirty shorts. The strangest thing is that he wore a collar with a chain, as if he were an animal. Soon we exchanged curious and intimate looks.

I'm thrilled about being what they made me be.

 

My memory and my reasoning are getting more and more confused. The daily hormones and drugs they inject into me slowly burn out my neurons. I realize with joy that every day I am getting duller and stupider.

I still remember that a few years ago, I still found it strange to be naked all the time. At first, I felt ashamed and embarrassed when the house guests looked at me in amazement. On cold nights, I suffered from staying and sleeping naked.

However, today all difficulties have been overcome. Currently, I can't even imagine myself wearing any kind or piece of clothing. I can't even imagine walking on my hind legs; I've gotten used to living naked on all fours.

Keeping silent was more challenging, and my Owner had to ask the vet to cut my vocal cords. Today, I see that it was the right decision; I can't make any noise; when I'm being beaten the most, I can only cry, grunt and moan.

Since childhood, I have wanted to be transformed into an slut faggot; I always knew I was not born to be a man.

I'm beaten, humiliated, and fucked as a bitch should be. I suck cocks, swallowing all the cum and urine they release in my mouth. Just eat leftover food and dog feed.

I am thrilled to be what I am.

The Master knew exceptionally well the mind, the body, and all the perversions, limits, and kinky of his slave.

The Noble Lords of the lands freely disposed of all the animals and the servants of their properties. Their decisions needed no justification and were not questionable.

This servant was the same age as his Lord's son; from childhood, they had played together as close friends in the halls of the big house and the woods around it. They seemed like brothers, with great affinity, collaboration, and intimacy to all of them. However, apparently, they fell out at some point in their youth, and the young Owner began to exercise countless cruelties by personally punishing or ordering his closest friend to be whipped. The beatings and humiliations became part of their daily lives; the young nobleman seemed to enjoy keeping his servant naked and on a leash, as his pet, even in front of his family members and guests.

The nobleman's parents approved and encouraged their son's sadism, laughing and praising his cruelty and authoritarianism.

After the death of his Noble Father the young heir took over the administration of the property and started to show all his sadism freely.

Since then, his closest toy has been kept naked and chained at all times. His entire body bears the marks of years of beatings and countless tortures and whippings.

This servant receives the most brutal and heavy tasks and works all the time, without rest under surveillance and constant whippings from foremen specially assigned to him. The Owner personally trained these foremen to whip his favorite toy without seriously injuring it.

In addition to the beatings, his Master condemns it to more humiliating and perverse punishments. He ordered all other male servants and clerks to fuck him at least once weekly. He watched the slave suck the cocks of every man on the estate in a single day. The Owner made a point of personally monitoring each of the punishments.

The Master knew exceptionally well the mind, the body, and all the perversions, limits, and kinky of his closest bitch.

This scene shows the Lord calmly smoking his pipe on the main house's porch on a summer afternoon. The Owner pinches his servant's nipples with pleasure while describing in detail the punishments the servant will suffer next. The Noble feels the giant cock throbbing against his leg; when he feels the hot sperm spill, he orders the foreman to take the servant to the pillory to be whipped again.

Everyone was sure that they deeply loved each other.

Some days guys would just spend hours having fun beating me up. Last part of four.

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The boys got used to having me as a maid and sex slave in their house every weekend. Part three of four.

The boys got used to having me as a servant and a sex slave in their house. Every weekend I went back to the house on Friday afternoon and only went out on Monday morning.

I loved being naked all the time, with a collar and chains, abused, fucked, and humiliated by all of them.

When they opened the house door, I entered naked and with my hard cock, excited with the expectation of the first slaps and spats in my face.

I was forbidden to come; they kept me on edge, aroused, dripping precum, but not ejaculating once.

I was as aroused by the pain as by the humiliations. They were young, lively, and fun; they had a lot of friends and girlfriends in the house. They were all used to seeing me naked as part of their routine and household chores.

I used to suck dicks and get fucked in front of everyone without any awkwardness or amazement. I used to serve drinks and beers, collected clothes, and tidied and cleaned the house.

All of them smoked a lot, all the time, cigarettes, cigars, or marijuana; they liked to put out the cigarettes on my body, especially on my nipples and my cock, then they stuck the butts in my mouth and turned into a collective ashtray.

Soon I had to learn to endure the burns without complaining or groaning, and before long, this unfortunate habit started to turn me on, too. At parties, when the house was full of young people, I was the one who collected the beer bottles and cans, getting burned by all the cigarettes with contempt and naturalness.

I loved it all.