A debt management startup that offers innovative debt renegotiation alternatives for young guys in debt.

This young man, like many others, became addicted to online gambling and lost everything he ever had gambling. He took out loans on his credit card and at his bank to recover the money he lost but only managed to end up completely ruined and even more in debt.

I created a debt management startup that offers innovative debt renegotiation alternatives for people in debt. Professionals, such as carpenters, bricklayers, or computer technicians, sign employment contracts of up to ten years, working within their areas of expertise without any remuneration, receiving only food and the necessary medical care, working up to 16 hours a day without rest, and subject to physical punishment!

Like this young man, others were so in debt that he was auctioned off to the highest bidder. It was the perverted faggot who suggested this alternative, because, being young, handsome, and well-endowed, he dreamed of being bought by some international human trafficking group or some rich pervert to be a sex slave. 

One of my partners explained that one of the companies that frequently participates in our auctions buys our debtors to turn them into sex bitches to be raped and tortured by cruel and perverted rich clients. Other companies often castrate their whores before putting them in brothels, and even offer the richest and most perverted clients the option of simply roasting them alive after torturing and fucking the whores to serve them to the paying customers.

After the online auction, when I finished reading the purchase contract with the company's name and the pervert saw the confirmation that he had been sold, he ejaculated on the table.

Representatives of the company were waiting for the completion of the commercial transaction and the signing of the papers to strip him naked, handcuff him, and take him to the truck.

The sergeant of the army had known me since high school when I was his sex toy.

The sergeant of the army had known me since high school when I was his sex toy. 

He was the leader of the worst gangs in the school, which caused terror among classmates, teachers, and staff. He was the one who helped me understand what I`m, I felt and desired. He would tell me to go to the bathroom and wait for him naked. I, trembling with fear and lust, obeyed. He would grab me roughly, slap me in the face, pinch and bite my nipples and fuck me so hard that I cried with pain and lust. He taught me to suck and endure his big, hard cock that hurt my throat until I almost choked. He widened all my holes and my mind, he taught me the thrill of being his!

He had dozens of girlfriends and friends, but he would fuck me and use me often in front of his classmates without any embarrassment or shame. Being fucked in public, behind the school, on the street, or in the bar turned him on, and it turned me on even more. 

When he joined the army to become an officer, all he had to do was send me a message telling me to go to the barracks and I would drop everything and obey! 

Several times he kept me naked and chained up for days, being tortured, sucking him, and being raped by him and his fellow soldiers. He and his colleagues were truly sadistic; it wasn't just fucking and being sucked that made them cum. They tortured me cruelly, with pleasure, they beat me a lot, to make it hurt and bruise, but I never asked for mercy. I cried, moaned and sometimes even fainted, but I didn't ask for mercy.

I did not understand the reasons or circumstances that allowed him to keep me chained for so long, nor how long my captivity would last. He never said, and I never asked when I arrived, how long I would be there. He tested my total obedience and willingness, and I never disobeyed or disappointed him. Sometimes it was just one night, more than a week.

When they told me to leave the barracks, I could barely walk. Sometimes they had to keep me in the infirmary for a few days until I could walk without help.

But when I got home, he almost always sent me a message:

- So, bitch? Did you like being used like this? I'll call you again, be available, ready, and recovered!

And I would answer: - I'm your shitty slave! I'll run as soon as my man tells me to! All my holes are yours!

He's the hottest thing in my life!

Finally, Tuesday arrived, and I heard them coming, my pimp is still negotiating prices with the clients.

Finally, Tuesday arrived, and I heard them coming, my pimp is still negotiating prices with the clients. 

I already know the routine, because I've been in this life for years, I know most of the clients, their needs, and ways of acting. Some bring their whips and batons, others will use the equipment that is here in the brothel. Some will also want to fuck me, in all my holes, others will wish to blowjobs. 

They can do the worst evils to me, breaking my back with dozens of violent lashes, fucking me, and then continuing the whipping. Some like to fuck me while my ass bleeds from the beatings, using the blood that runs down my back as a lubricant. 

After hours of pain, torture, brutality, and rape they leave, leaving me on the floor, covered in wounds and bruises, in a pool of blood, sweat, sperm, and piss. It takes me weeks to recover. Some wounds turn into permanent scars, others heal and disappear. During this time I work daily, without rest, cleaning and tidying the brothel. I find some of the clients who have destroyed me coming to the house to pick up some of the boys or girls who are prostituted here.

Precisely for this reason, and at the request of some of them, my pimp makes me work naked all the time so that they can see the gradual healing and recovery of my body. Some even tease me by showing me the wounds they have made and celebrating that they have not yet disappeared.

So, on the first Tuesday of every month, my pimp ties me up against the wall and the clients come to break me and fuck me.

 

He has no chance of escaping alive. I am too horny.

My servants and employees know what is going to happen now, they know me, they fear me and they have seen similar scenes happen before.

When I order one of my servants to be brought to this tree, he knows he will be brutally punished. One of the foremen accused this servant of stealing the missing sheep. I ordered the young man's clothes to be taken off, I like to see them naked, this one is still quite handsome and has a beautiful cock to make what is to come even more fun.

One of the foremen tied his wrists to a stick and put the gallows collar around his neck.

My cock is throbbing and erect under my coat, I am almost cumming from so much arousal.

The young man begs for my mercy, says he has nothing to do with the missing sheep, that he is innocent - as if that matters to me, as if this detail would stop my fun.

My favorite foreman is already impatiently holding the heaviest whip, with the hardest and roughest leather, anxious for me to tell him how many lashes the sentence will be.

I know that after 20 the boy will be so injured that he will be unable to walk for more than two weeks; after 50 he will probably faint and may die from the infections in the wounds.

But today I am very horny, I am going to sentence him to 100! I want the intervals between the lashes to be long, so that he can cry, moan and beg for my mercy, because I love to hear his screams and pleas, but he has no chance of escaping alive. I am too horny.