My boss knows how to help me to overcome my limits.

The experiment manager realized that the new employee was gay during selection, which was one reason for his selection. In interviews during the selection process, the boss discovered that the young man had a very precarious financial situation and needed the job; he asked about sexual orientation and practices, researched his pages on the Internet, and discovered his most intimate and secret practices.

After weeks of working there, he told his new employee that he and the director used to stay on Thursday nights to talk and smoke Havanas and wanted him to stay next Thursday to join in the conversation. The employee said that he didn't smoke or even like the smell of smoke but was honored by the invitation and accepted it with pleasure.

On Thursday, after all the other employees left, he went to the principal's office with his manager.

The manager sat him in one of the chairs, and while he was talking to the director, he grabbed a handcuff.

"Robert, as told you, this new guy is a fag, submissive, and masochistic; I think he'll enjoy serving us by joining our cigar nights!"

The manager came up behind the chair and handcuffed the guy's wrists behind the back of the seat. The guy was surprised by the situation, but he enjoyed BDSM sessions; he was, in fact, a masochistic and submissive faggot, so he decided to let it roll, accepting, surprised, and excited about what would come.

The manager unbuttoned his shirt, opened his pants, and lowered them, leaving the naked boy on the chair.

Meanwhile, the director opened boxes of Havana cigars and lit them with long puffs. The manager got his already lit cigar, and the two sat down, one on each side of the young man, and started talking about varied subjects, from sports to politics.

As they spoke, they ran their hands over the employee's body, stroking and groping, especially his cock, balls, and nipples. The boy sat there, silent and motionless, enjoying being handled, getting excited, with his cock hard and throbbing with lust. 

Then, the manager took a long drag and brought the cigar to the boy's nipple. The employee soon realized the intention, closed his eyes, bit his lips, and puffed out his chest, offering his nipple to his boss's Havana.

When the ember of the lit Havana touched his nipple, the pain was unbearable, he shuddered and tried to retreat, but the director held him saying calmly.

"My boy, hang in there; I know it hurts, but you'll learn to bear it, won't you?"

Tears streamed from his eyes, and a groan of pain escaped his lips, but he managed to maintain his position.

As the director said, he learned to endure such pain.

The two men talked animatedly while smoking and burning their employee's body all night. They used the boy's mouth as an ashtray, slamming all the ash down his throat. At the night's end, the men lifted the employee, still handcuffed and with his pants down around his ankles, and placed him prone on the director's desk. The two men raped him violently.

The week passed quickly, and what happened that night was not discussed with anyone else; it was only in the boy's memory and the wounds and burns on his body.

The following Thursday, the employee went alone to the director's office, which was still empty, unbuttoned his shirt, pulled down his pants, and sat in the chair, putting his arms behind him. When the men entered, they laughed at the employee's attitude and handcuffed his wrists.

Each week the burns became more serious; the director liked to firmly hold the employee's balls and burn the balls and penis with his Havanas. The boy had a big dick and a nice scrotum with big balls. When the manager or director put the cigars on the dick's head, the boy would cry with pain and lust. Sometimes, during the torture sessions, his hard cock ejaculated precum with so much lust, but his bosses didn't let him come sadistically edging the hard cock and exploring its limits.

As the weeks passed, after the torture with the cigars, he began to suck his superiors' cocks, on his knees, with his wrists handcuffed before being fucked.

After a year, the personnel department interviewed the employee and asked if he was happy with his job or would like to be transferred to another department.

"I am delighted with my work, salary, and tasks. My manager knows how to identify my talents and vocations, showing that we are capable and helping us to overcome our limits."

I knew, he got where he wanted to be.

He asked me to accompany him for this final act, and I accepted. 

We've been friends for a short time, we met on the web, looking for the same thing, but soon I realized that he wanted, what was just a fantasy for me.

The website was apparent, looking for men who wanted to be slaughtered and served on the menu. The site asked for medical records and certificates confirming good health conditions. The site offered to pay all expenses and a nice sum for anyone willing to be slaughtered and served. 

I remember getting aroused and masturbating several times during the negotiations until I realized it wasn't just a fantasy. At this stage, we met and exchanged the first messages and photos. We talked a lot about our common fantasies and desires.

He was Portuguese and had a hard-on at the idea of being roasted and eaten for real. I initially thought I had the same wish, but when we found the site that felt real, that it wasn't just a game, I soon gave up, but he didn't; he moved on. He asked to the company if I could accompany him remotely on my cell phone and the web until the end. The site allowed and strictly complied with everything agreed upon; I should say that they were very faithful to everything agreed upon.

He told me that he was happy and excited when the money landed in his account and received his plane ticket to Abu Dhabi. They bought him, paid him well, and he transferred the money into the account of the relatives he chose without explaining where the money came from.

He got on the plane without telling anyone but me and just disappeared from his world.

He traveled with only the clothes he was wearing and his documents.

Then he told me that they were waiting for him as soon as he arrived in Abu Dhabi and took him to the restaurant. Doctors examined him, who confirmed his good health and began preparations.

He sent me several messages daily, telling me everything that happened, which excited and scared me simultaneously.

I admit that I masturbated many times reading his messages.

He said that he was kept in a cell, naked all time.

He said that on the first day, they gave him a violent bowel cleansing, made him vomit many times, and stuck tubes down his throat and anus, washing out his intestines thoroughly. He was filled with water and detergent until his belly bulged out several times and emptied.

The cleaning process was excruciating, violent, and exhausting.

He was fed only crushed and seasoned vegetables for the next few days. He said he found the food unbearable but was forced to eat as they put tubes down his throat and pushed the mixture down his throat.

He said that the throat was hurt by the tubes, the funnels, and having to swallow vegetables almost whole, with a lot of seasoning together.

After three days, he was shaved entirely, down to the last yarn of what his body had. Then they kept him in a sweltering cell; he said it must have been over 45 degrees, and he was sweating a lot. He understood that his pores were wide open this way, and the cooks began to vigorously rub a paste with spices, peppers, and salt all over his body. The idea was that the spices would enter every pore of it.

In the final stage, as we had agreed, the cooks sent me the videos that filmed the final stages of the Portuguese guy's preparation.

I saw him strapped onto a large steel tray with a strap. The fagot helped the team by getting into the position they asked for while tying him up. The binding wasn't so he wouldn't escape; it was so he could be roasted in the correct position.

He no longer looked like the guy I knew; his color was different; he was so covered in oils and seasonings that he already had the color of a roasted pig. With no eyebrows, hair, or eyelashes, his face was puffy and red; his red eyes must have burned from so many spices. He was gagged; I don't know if so; he couldn't moan or vomit the stuffing that filled him. His belly was visibly swollen from them. A cook even shoved some vegetables up his ass, and this anal stuffing movement excited him so much that he ejaculated a few times.

The last video showed it a few minutes before it was placed in the oven and the instant the team carefully placed the tray in the lit oven.

I saw that he was conscious and moving when they closed the door to the vast industrial oven. His cock was still erect and pulsing.

I received the menu online with the dinner menu and his last photo printed on it.

I can say that seeing his cock ejaculating sperm when he was arranged in the tray only confirmed what I knew; he got where he wanted to be. He entered the happy oven.

The stupid beasts became commonplace in the good houses.

Men condemned by debts or crimes to become slaves lose their identities; they are no longer recognizable; they become just numbered bodies. 

The objectification process used to be fast, violent, and irreversible, so the animal had no hope or resistance.

After putting on the hoods and chains, permanent nudity is considered a vital norm to characterize the animal condition. The sellers of these bodies may do what they see fit and be profitable. The most muscular bodies can be sold for hard work, the most delicate ones for housework or prostitution, the fattest and softest for slaughter and meat production, and the healthiest ones for organ donation, blood extraction, or sperm. They are just bodies; they have no rights; they are only useful and profitable.

This family decided to buy one of these animals to have at home. They became commonplace in the good houses. They clean the house, wash and iron clothes, cook and wash the dishes, take care of the gardens, and accompany the children to school; they can even be used as a sex toys for family members or used as such at parties with friendly couples.

They are better and more versatile pets than dogs or cats. The curious thing is that in homes, unlike other domestic animals that were held, caressed, and stroked, these animals are violently beaten, tortured, and raped.

Torturing them with cruelty is a relaxing and socially stimulated, and valued pastime. While animals (dogs and cats) were treated like spoiled children, with affection, these ex-humans were treated with brutal cruelty like brute and despicable animals.

While dogs and cats were prized for their intelligence, these human beasts are prized for their stupidity, taking mind-numbing drugs to become more stupid and docile.

When domestic animals die and are mourned and buried with honor and affection, these human beasts are drooled and discarded like garbage.

A typical debt prison scene, in this case, father and son.

The new judicial system of summary debt execution allows that once the conditions for renegotiation and refinancing of personal debts have been exhausted, they can instantly be reduced to slaves in payment, at least partially, of the accumulated debts.

This is the scene pictured above.

The man became a micro-enterprise, started to provide services to his former employer, and ceased to be an employee to become a legal entity. He believed that he would gain freedom of schedule and choice, serving several companies simultaneously. He made his son a partner and invested in buying his car, in computers.

However, in a short time, his project foundered due to the loss of customers, unforeseen costs, and the interest on debts incurred. He tried to find alternatives, sold what he could, and tried to find employment for himself and his son in a sales company where their earnings were insufficient to pay off their debts.

On Tuesday morning, he was walking down the street with his son to work when five policemen stopped them in the middle of the street. The officer in charge of the execution, with the device in hand, quickly verified the identities of the two men and their debts with the banks and gave the arrest order to the team.

Standard procedure is quick and efficient; father and son had their wrists handcuffed behind their backs, and the police put the first collars on them to put the hoods on their heads.

Their shirts were quickly ripped off, and their pants pulled down so they couldn't try to run or escape. The public nudity and the police officers grabbing their bodies with force and brutality caused the father to have a massive erection, which attracted everyone's attention.

The excited and distressed father tried to see his son and apologize, as the son was crying and trembling in fear. Both knew they would never meet again because after being hooded, their identities would be erased, they would cease to exist as people, and they would only be numbered beasts.

A few people passing by on the busy shopping street stopped to watch the scene. The general feeling was not astonishment or embarrassment; everyone agreed that this policy had drastically reduced the number of vagrants, drug addicts, and crime in the cities. In all cities, it was common for naked slaves to do heavy and risky work daily without shame or embarrassment.

For those who watched the scene, it was clear that these two prisoners were guilty of their misfortune, that the police acted most correctly and reasonably, and that, judging by the older man's hard cock, he was pleased with what was happening.

When the police officers took the two slaves down the street, they could hear one screaming in despair and fear and the other begging for forgiveness in desperate screams. They stumbled by limping, stunned, barefoot, blindfolded, and with chains around their ankles.

One of the police officers had fun sticking the end of his truncheon into the older man's ass to make him walk faster. The police officers walked calmly and smiling because they knew that as soon as they arrived at the police station, they could rape the new slaves, and they realized that their anuses were very tight and virgin. The oldest's beautiful hard cock showed that someone was excited about that humiliating and violent situation.