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.

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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.