I have never felt so naked and exposed as I did at that moment.

When we picketed to close the street near the factory entrance, we neither imagined nor expected such a brutal reaction from the police riot squad. Huge armored cars, with tear gas and stun bombs, rubber bullets, and batons, were fired by police officers heavily equipped with helmets and protective shields; we only had some posters and small stones; we were unarmed!

Groups of police officers ran after us as we fled, scared and desperate.

When they reached me, I surrendered my hands without offering any resistance. They brutally handcuffed me and took me to a space between the huge trucks and the factory walls.

Without asking any questions or justification, they took off all my clothes.

Completely naked and handcuffed in the middle of the street, in brutal contrast to the natural protective armor worn by the police officers, I realized the extent of the fragility to which I was exposed! He was brutally naked and surrendered to the violence and sexualizing gaze of the troops. I immediately noticed their lust, desire, and envy for my young, muscular, black body.

At that moment, in panic, I understood that the rubber batons weren't the most challenging thing they would use to punish me.

A drawing from 2015 that I had never posted.

 

It is tense and scared.

Standing still and observing, he waits for his Owner to finish the negotiation. He can't imagine what will happen; that's why he's so tense. He had been working in the fields for months, pulling carts and plows all day. He did the work diligently and obediently, and the supervisors constantly whipped him to keep up the pace. But, they complained that he is getting old and can no longer work at the same pace.

He always strives to please, he sucks dicks smoothly and skillfully, and he knows how to squeeze his anus to give more pleasure to the men who fuck him, but over time and constant rape, his ass has been torn apart and doesn't have the same appeal for young people.

He fears his life as a pack animal is coming to an end.

If he's lucky, he might end up on another farm working for a few more years; if it goes bad, he might be slaughtered and fed to dogs that very day.

He is tense and scared.

Three years of slavery: a masochistic sow. Part five.

 I accepted and faced the entire process of physical transformation without questioning or complaining. For many months I took the injections; I felt my body changing, my breasts growing, and my dick and balls becoming huge, heavy and sensitive.

The injections in my sac and dick hurt a lot, but I felt a massive urge; I felt permanently excited and highly horny, almost having non-stop orgasms, but I no longer had erections.

My nipples became huge, like cows' udders; they became soft and sensitive. When my owner pinched or burned them, I felt very horny and in pain at the same time.

When they broke my nose and sewed the nostril higher up, it hurt immensely, but my breathing changed. My nostrils were wide open, like a pig's. I was sad; I loved my nose; I thought it was beautiful, but if my owner wanted something different, I accepted it.

They forced my jaw back so much that it was dislocated several times; at times, I could barely chew the food. They stuck big, thick dildos down my throat to widen it, hurting it and changing the shape of my windpipe and my appearance. My cheeks became more oversized and saggy, my neck was soft, and the skin was looser.

I didn't have a mirror to look at what was happening to my body and face; I spent many months without having a single opportunity to see myself reflected anywhere. When cleaning my owner's room, I saw myself for the first time in a mirror; I no longer recognized myself. They turned me into something else;

I don't think anyone in my family would be able to recognize me again. I became a bit grotesque and animalistic; I gained muscle mass, and I became much bigger, fatter, and more robust, and at the same time, with big breasts and a big ass.

During the process, my Owner met a handsome, much younger boy and began a daddy-and-boy relationship. The boy soon began to live in my Master's house, and I was introduced to the boy as his slave and, in a way, shared and given to him for his enjoyment.

I gave the boy countless blowjobs, washed his clothes, and cooked and served meals to the loving couple. I obeyed him the same way I followed my Owner and was treated with the same contempt and sadism.

One day, the boy decided to learn to handle a whip with more skill. He tied my wrists to a rope that hung from the house's ceiling and spent a whole day whipping me with violence and cruelty just to train how to make the whip snap and hurt my skin the way he wanted.

For him, it was just training and fun; for me, pain and excitement. Even with the whip hurting my body, I felt horny; when my huge nipples were whipped, I almost came; when he whipped my thick cock, I ejaculated a liter of cum! Several times, I howled with pain and excitement, not knowing whether to beg for mercy or more violent lashes!

My body was covered in wounds and scars, blood, sweat, tears, and sperm. There were thousands and thousands of painful and delicious lashes, almost all dag. The young boy seemed tireless, and I felt insatiable; I loved every good lash.

My Owner ordered me never to say anything to him. I never spoke or addressed him, but he took pleasure in cursing me, shouting with contempt - you like that, don't you, pig? You want me whipping these ridiculous big tits, don't you, slut sow? Those huge asses look pretty red like cherries, don't they?

He stopped to have lunch, to go to the bathroom, to talk on the phone, but he started whipping again, testing how and where to whip, how hard, how to hold the handle of the whip, and how to position his arm.

Early in the evening, my Owner arrived home, and they released my arms so I could tidy up the kitchen, repair and serve dinner for the couple.

During dinner, they talked sweetly, and my Owner asked his boy: what did you do all day today? And he replied: nothing significant. I was a little bored, playing with the sow and talking to my friends on the cell phone.

My Owner didn't seem to notice or care that I was covered in bleeding wounds and marks from the lashes.

Listening to this conversation removing the dirty dishes from the table, sperm ran hot and abundant down my legs.

A follower asked me to draw his wildest fantasy.

A follower asked me to draw his wildest fantasy.

He says that when he was young, his brother and his cousins soon realized that he was a faggot and began to fuck him and demand blowjobs using him as the family bitch.

He soon realized that he liked humiliation and being treated like a dog. He said that he was the one who took the family dog's collar and put it around his neck for the first time.

The cousins loved the suggestion and got used to putting a leash on him and taking him to parties and bars like the group's dog. His cousins were from the most problematic areas, the city's most dangerous neighborhoods and outskirts. They would pass by his house with the truck; he would go up there happy and excited about the danger and the mess that would ensue. The cousins would take off his clothes, put on the collar and leash, and make him go down like that, with them in the roughest, ill-famed, and dirtiest bars where they would drink beer and cheap drinks until they felt sick.

The kid loved being beaten, pissed on, spat on and fucked brutally. His cock was throbbing, spilling cum, hard all the time, and he didn't get tired of sucking the thickest, stinkiest, and dirtiest cocks in front of everyone present in the bar. He loved that he was the slut bitch naked and shared among the males in the bar.

He said that the experience became more radical when, one night, they took him to an alley in the neighborhood where they lived, just beside his house, where other guys were waiting for them with their dogs. When he realized what was going to happen, he tried to escape, begging them not to let the dogs fuck him. But his older brother held him by the collar with one hand, and with the other, he grabbed his stiff cock and showed him ─ Bitch, your cock is hard with lust! That's precisely what you want! There's no point in denying it!

He had to endure being fucked by several big dogs of different breeds from his neighborhood, like the dirtiest bitch in heat.

The dog's claws and teeth painfully scratched his thighs and ass, but he felt so horny that he came all the time!

The audience watched, laughing and amazed at how much he was enjoying all that degradation and violence.

He went into a trance due to the pain of the dogs' claws, to feeling the dogs' dicks deep inside him, to the dicks he felt in his mouth that he didn't even notice that part of the group burned his back with lit cigarettes, kicked and hit him with cruelty and contempt for his whole body.

The cruelest cousin went to call his uncles at his house so that all the men in the family, even his father and grandfather, could watch the complete degradation of the bitch boy.

At the night's end, his brother spoke in his ear when they put him in the back of the truck.

─ Bitch, our father told you never to come over to the house again. Uncle John called a friend of his who has a farm near Springfield, who said he needed a slutty bitch like you, as he was with a group of manual workers cutting down a forest. That these construction workers will enjoy having a slut fag to fuck and spank at the end of their hard work days. I don't think we'll see each other again, right?

They just tied his wrists and ankles and put the fag in the back of the truck for the trip.

My follower said that he made most of the trip this way, naked, tied up, and on a leash, but with his best hard-on.