Now it is just a product for sale, just a body ready to be bought.

This fucking bastard did everything he could to get to where he is now. He searched the internet for sites that could sell him as a slave. He accepted all the worst conditions of renunciation and commercialization, exposed himself to the greatest risks, deep down hoping to be deceived, seeking all the bad things for himself, and he succeeded!

A month ago, he was on the corner of the street where they told him to stay, he was picked up, chained and stripped naked. No one else spoke to him and he couldn't say anything, there was nothing more to say. 

For weeks, he was raped and beaten without respite or limits. He learned the hard way to endure the worst pain without fainting. They filled him with hormones and drugs, pierced his body and nipples with thick and heavy steel rings. They made a laser impression, burning a barcode into his thigh. He can no longer think or speak like before, the drugs have made him an stupid beast. It can only moan and feel its body, it is pure touch, physical sensations such as pain, hunger and cold. It does not think, it only has feelings of excitement and fear.

Now it is just a product for sale, just a body ready to be bought. But this body trembles with excitement, lust and butterflies in his stomach. For weeks, his cock has been ejaculating non-stop and it has been having orgasms of excitement in anticipation of what it will bear and suffer. It had never been so happy, never felt so much excitement and pleasure. If it were slaughtered today, it would die happy, and it would all be worth it.

These pigs were not condemned, they wanted and paid to be here.

 To me, these pieces of shit have no name, age, or any individuality; they're all fucking whores.

The company doesn't want them to ever leave this dungeon again. They'll stay here naked, chained and blindfolded until they die of disease, hunger or until we kill them. They'll just be dragged out to be burned. Some of them even last several years here, eating everything their mouths can find: food, any dirt and even their own shit from the floor.

What I find most curious is that when I enter this stinking, cold and dirty cell, their dicks get hard and start to salivate. They open their mouths thirstily, searching for my dick by the smell. I leave my dick dirty and smelly so they can easily find it. When they find it, they swallow my dick and give delicious blowjobs until I cum in them. It seems that my cum is considered their favorite food. I piss in their mouths too and they drink it all, practically not letting anything spill. I come here several times a day and cum in them many times. Then I beat them, whip them violently and they cry without complaining, they just want me to let them suck me again.

I hang some of them by the collar, leaving them barely reaching the ground. If they wanted to die by hanging, they could easily do it. But, when I enter that hell they writhe lasciviously and moan with lust, like bitches in heat, begging me to let them go so they can suck me. I find their assholes too dirty and wide for me to fuck them, but many of my colleagues fuck and stick thick things in those filthy assholes.

The more we crush or twist their cocks and nipples, the more we torture or whip them, the harder the cocks of these shitty perverts become. They all have iron rings piercing their tits and cocks, because they were forbidden to have sex, but many of them cum while they are being tortured.

The most curious thing is that all these idiots gave everything they had, all their money and possessions, to be placed here, in this place and role, out of pure lust and perversion.

Some visited these pigpens before deciding to pay to be here in these brutal conditions. Some of these perverted bitches saved up money to pay to be chained here, and they all knew there would be no going back.