For ten years now, we've both had the sex life we've always wanted.

I'm still testing how far I could go with this stupid, perverted piece of shit. When I found him online, I told him I couldn't take him home. I'm married, have a family, and seek nothing more than to satisfy my sexual needs, fantasies, and sadistic kinks.

I proposed that he work at my company, to be my "employee", but also my sex slave, and he accepted.

He's been here with me for almost ten years! He doesn't leave the company. I set up a small room in the back for him to sleep in, and I lock him there on weekends. During the week, he works like any other company secretary; customers and suppliers have no idea what a bitch this bastard is, only my employees know.

They respect my agreement with the idiot; they know it's consensual and between adults. Their lives have improved since he arrived, and they also take advantage of the situation and respect my family's secrets.

I always treat him the way he and I like: brutally and humiliatingly. I usually slap him in the face, humiliatingly scold him, and shout short orders. He obeys and endures everything silently and submissively. 

Sometimes, even during work hours, I order him to suck me off, fuck him on the desk, or piss in his mouth. He always accepts and obeys my orders readily. Sometimes he does this in front of my employees, and no one else finds it strange or bothers them.

But every day, at the end of the workday, he comes to my office to be spanked. Sometimes I invite other employees of mine to join us for fun. Some of them really enjoy brutally beating the piece of shit; they bring heavy whips and whip him until his arms are exhausted.

Some of them like to fuck, others to get blowjobs, and the piece of shit does everything I tell him to do, always obeying and enduring everything without complaint, barely moaning under the most violent lashes.

After the beatings, we all leave. The faggot tidies up the office, cleaning up all the blood and cum splattered on the walls and carpet. Then he has dinner, showers, and goes to sleep in the company's little room.

He's never asked for any payment; his thrill is being my slave. He's afraid that one day I'll get tired of him and send him away. He does everything he can to please me and show me how happy he is with the life he has.

I confess that I'm also happy to have him. I'm calmer, happier, and more satisfied. My family and friends say I've improved a lot over the years. I have the sex life I always wanted.

I've always done everything to get here; I want to be here, in this place, in this role.

Now I'm feeling butterflies in my stomach and another one running up my spine; my whole body is shaking a lot! At the same time, my cock is hard as a rock and throbs, dripping precum.

I've always done everything to get here; I want to be here, in this place, in this role.

Everything we agreed on was just between us; none of my friends know where I am now. If I never leave this warehouse, no one but them will know where I am. I wanted it this way; this possibility turns me on even more. I'm not here for the money, I'm not getting anything; what brought me to this place was my strongest sexual desires! I couldn't say no to their proposal.

The middle-class suburban house is full of sadistic old gays like these two; I don't even know how many there are. They were very clear with me: they're a group of sadistic old gays who wanted a young masochist to use as a sex toy for an entire weekend. They explained to me that they're sadists, they get off on humiliating me, hurting me, and seeing me suffer.

I arrived at this house last night; they stripped me naked right at the entrance. Since I entered the house, I was treated like an inferior piece of shit, with slaps, insults, and spitting in my face. I've sucked their cocks, been fucked several times, and they've masturbated me dozens of times, each time I've gotten a hard-on.

They are super excited, eager, and happy to have me here to be used and abused without limits. Now we're in the warehouse where they'll finally tie me securely to the ceiling, gag me, and prepare me to be mercilessly whipped and tortured. We agreed that I would be tied tightly, so I couldn't escape or protect myself from the lashes. I'm drawn and horny to the idea of being completely unable to escape. I even asked to be gagged so that I couldn't beg, so my screams wouldn't interfere with the beating.

They said I'd hang here being whipped for twenty-four hours, and that whatever I bleed, shit, or piss would drip between my legs. We agreed that even if I passed out, they could continue whipping me as much as they wanted. I hope that after so many hours of torture they'll release me and take me to a hospital, I hope so. But if it ends differently, there's nothing I can do, and that's what I want; that risk excites me. If I die, I'll die with a hard-on.

Since yesterday, each of them who arrived brought the whips they intended to use on me, one larger, thicker, and heavier than the other, and happily showed off their favorite toys. Besides proudly and passionately showing off their toys, they happily told me they're going to burn me with cigars, that they're going to stick things up my ass, that they've brought pliers to crush my legs and balls, and that they have electrical devices to shock me.

As they spoke, I trembled with excitement, my cock grew hard, and they asked me to masturbate. Everything they said and showed excited me; I masturbated dozens of times during the night.

Now, as they tie me up, I feel the scariest moment has arrived: in a few minutes, I'll be bound and gagged, ready to suffer brutal torture and beatings. I hear the others excitedly entering the shed with their whips and toys, eager to use them on them.

My whole body trembles with a mix of fear and excitement. I turn to one of the men and make my last request before the gag.

"I just ask that, during the spanking, if my cock gets hard, can you masturbate me? Please masturbate me, okay?"

I have a role in this monastery; I am the sin and atonement of all the monks, part two.

Even though I was constantly punished and humiliated for being so perverted and masochistic, I continued to feel aroused and had frequent orgasms.

Being whipped excited me; pain was no punishment for a masochistic slut like me. The monks didn't know how to use me.

My hard cock, throbbing and dripping cum constantly, ended up being sucked by many monks. My firm, perky ass ended up being fucked by many other monks who breed me regularly.

If the senior monks wanted to have me as a sex toy, they must have been satisfied; I was the monastery's bitch. But those who tried to turn me into a penitent or make the beatings scare sinful monks were frustrated and gave up trying to "cure" me. 

A monk decided to do something more extreme: he placed an iron mask over my head, an iron box with holes so I could breathe while being secured with a padlock around my neck.

They made a heavy piece of wood to tie my wrists, a thick, long dildo in my ass, and secured my cock and balls so no one, even I, could use them.

And they hung me in a stone well with a hole at the top, so all the monks could urinate and some even shit on me. The situation was brutal and very cruel. They took me out only once a day, to eat and shit, and after two hours, they put me back in the well.

The worst part was that even in that uncomfortable position, I felt aroused, and I could squirm and use the iron ring that held my cock to masturbate and orgasm.

This was our weekly happy hour.

A coworker found me in a BDSM chat room, and before I knew it, before I recognized him, it was too late, he'd discovered I was a perverted, masochistic, submissive old faggot.

At my employer, an insurance company affiliated with Pentecostal churches, this information would be fatal; the revelation could result in immediate and summary dismissal. I was the oldest employee, already approaching 60, and they were all in their early 30s.

So, my coworker began blackmailing me, ordering me to stay after work and abusing me as his slave and bitch. Soon, he invited several other colleagues to join what he called "their happy hour", or, as he put it, "my unhappy hour", or my hardest work hour.

They would take me to the company cafeteria, where the floor was easier to clean, order me to strip naked, get on all fours, put a collar on me, and begin beating me and shoving things up my ass. Some were so excited they'd shove their dicks in my mouth for me to give them blowjobs; others would stub out cigarettes on my nipples, back, cock, and ass, burning them repeatedly with sadism..

They loved to humiliate me. They'd bring me dog food, piss on it, and make me eat it like a despicable dog. They'd spit in my face, kick me, and slap me. I'd always end up bent over the table or on all fours, being raped by all of them, taking turns, dozens of times.

This became our weekly routine. Their happy hour was every Friday, and sometimes it extended into the weekend.

I can assure you that I was the happiest, and I had the best happy hour I could have ever dreamed of!

I have a role in this monastery, I am the sin and atonement of all the monks.

From the moment I was born, I was tormented by temptations and constantly struggled with sin and my evil nature. My older brothers, uncles, and cousins ​​sinned with me, and I led them into the worst sins of the flesh. My parents and uncles punished me a lot; they tried to discipline my body, but the more they punished me, the more I fell into the worst sins. 

My body was part of the problem; I was born with the sin of vanity, because I was handsome and very well endowed. From the moment I had my first erections, my penis dominated me and aroused envy and lust in those who saw it. When I was 16, my father took me to a monastery and asked them to accept me as a cloistered novice. He spoke to one of the monks, who was his cousin, who quickly explained to me that someone like me should be imprisoned for life, to try to avoid the impending hell. I was not consulted, nor would I have had any alternative or escape from the solution presented by my parents; However, I resignedly accepted it, believing it to be the best option. I was right; it was the best solution for everyone, including me.

I am not a monk, not even a novice, I am just a liturgical object, I am what they use to pay and atone for their sins, because I am tortured and flogged while they pray and ask for forgiveness for their sins. I am the penitent, the body that suffers the pain and must pay for the sins of all the brothers of the order. When one of them commits a more serious sin, the sinner has to wound my body with a red-hot iron and torture me brutally to atone for his guilt. Even under the worst tortures, my enormous cock remains stiff and throbbing, I ejaculate and cum many times.

They use my body entirely, I suck their cocks, I am fucked violently and with lust, and they love to masturbate me many times in a row and suck my cock with lust.

On a religious day, they burned my tongue and then, with it sore and painful, they forced me to suck the penises of all the monks, from the youngest to the oldest of the inmates.

I believe that my parents have no idea of ​​the horrors I suffer here in the monastery, nor would they believe how completely fulfilled and happy I am here, being the sinner and lust of all of them.

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.