My Uncle's Bitch, Part 2.

This post is a continuation of the previous one.

https://bdsmmaledrawings.blogspot.com/2024/09/my-uncle-realized-before-i-did-my-true.html

I can't deny that I had countless opportunities to escape my captivity, but I never even tried. Sometimes I tried to understand why I accepted being kept as my uncle's slave and bitch, but the fact is that I understood that this was what I was, that I was born a perverted masochist and submissive piece of shit.

When he gave an order, I obeyed, without delay or questioning. When he slapped me in the face, I offered him the other cheek to hit. I had no self-respect, no shame, no dignity; I know I'm a piece of shit and I accept it.

Since he brought me to his house, I have been working for him all the time. I cook, clean the house, wash, iron, and arrange his clothes. I don't have clothes; I only wear old sacks when he orders me to cover my body. I permanently wear the collar, the handcuffs, and the cage on my penis. He never lets me ejaculate; I live aroused and horny. My penis drips pre-cum almost all the time. Sometimes I ejaculate when they're fucking or torturing me, I can't help it or understand it, but I'm always brutally punished when I ejaculate. The punishments are ruthless and painful, heavy beatings that tear my back and thighs apart, making me cry a lot while I try not to ejaculate again.

Sometimes my uncle would bring guys to the house to use me. I don't know if he charges them to torture and rape me. I don't have to understand anything; I just accept, obey, and endure it firmly, which sometimes wasn't easy.

To help me endure the whippings, they would tie me up with my arms up, tearing my back, chest, thighs, and ass. I would try to relax, bite my arms to muffle my moans, and support my weight on my wrists, trying to hold my breath and not faint.

I felt them whipping my chest with sadism and cruelty, while I felt my nipples swollen with lust. My ass was sweating with lust, and my cock throbbed tightly inside the cage from how horny I was. 

When they were already tired of whipping me so much, they tied my arms behind my back, so I had to stick my ass up and lie face down, putting my two holes at the right height for them to penetrate. Tied up like that, I had to suck their cocks and was serially raped by all of them. In that position, my uncle would remove the cage from my cock to see it hard and spurting when I couldn't help it.

When I came, they would give me terrible punishment beatings—making me cry and moan in despair from so much pain, while my ass and back bled.

My uncle would watch, talk, and serve drinks and snacks to the guys. Sometimes, bothered by my orgasms, he would help with the punishment beatings, giving some of the violent and cruel whippings.

When the guests left, my uncle would put the cage back on my cock, untie the ropes, and tell me to clean up the mess.

Still bruised, with blood running down my back and ass, with cum dripping from my ass, my mouth, and my dick, I had to clean the floor, wash the dishes, and the whips before going to sleep.

Many times, the next day, I would spend the whole day alone working. When the pain and wounds on my body reminded me of the weekend, I didn't think about leaving; I just regretted not being able to jerk off to relieve my horniness.