tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88499050872008327022024-03-18T02:47:32.328-07:00BDSM MALE DRAWINGSA blog to display the drawings I did, and share pleasure.
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I love to know what pleases or dislikes my audience.POTEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14413445829539310030noreply@blogger.comBlogger473125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849905087200832702.post-14585442660574781552024-03-10T21:28:00.000-07:002024-03-11T16:07:26.521-07:00The gift to the Duchess's Garden.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7JCarsWjXWS7xGs1cB6m-xQZaRDeIHh7TkEgytKThAilMMvjg_vJqgDKqVcqcrHaWzib7NuiQ8d_UqprZ5vAlQzVND5m7kCXe6dqg6fyvxGFQOdCNPoS-Nx9cm99G_QJsvrwItjOU54v-SSRaT6MMC1_vxRFWr9k2c0liag1lqqFL4vnmc7KFHoBKsPmi/s2461/LD%20275%2001%20M.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1677" data-original-width="2461" height="436" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7JCarsWjXWS7xGs1cB6m-xQZaRDeIHh7TkEgytKThAilMMvjg_vJqgDKqVcqcrHaWzib7NuiQ8d_UqprZ5vAlQzVND5m7kCXe6dqg6fyvxGFQOdCNPoS-Nx9cm99G_QJsvrwItjOU54v-SSRaT6MMC1_vxRFWr9k2c0liag1lqqFL4vnmc7KFHoBKsPmi/w640-h436/LD%20275%2001%20M.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />This post shows the delivery of the boy, who was tied to the totem at the Garden of Delights in the post https://bdsmmaledrawings.blogspot.com/2023/11/one-day-he-realized-that-in-his-deep.html <div><br /><div>The boy was the youngest and most handsome son of a wealthy merchant family who was sent to court to see if any princesses would be interested in marrying him.</div><div>He frequented the Garden and got very horny seeing naked boys being whipped mercilessly. He found that he was jealous of their fate.</div><div>He suggested to his father that he give it to the Duchess's Garden. His parents soon realized the advantages of this and requested an audience with the Duchess.</div><div>The boy was one of the couple's eight children. He was the most lustful, intemperate, and lazy. He was sexually insatiable, and his reputation was the result of numerous affairs he had with women and men who worked in the family home and shops. Therefore, when he said he would be interested in being given as a gift to the Duchess, his parents were immediately enthusiastic about the idea – as they would eliminate a problem and have social advantages.</div><div>In the audience, in front of the Duchess and the others present in the hall, the father undressed his son to show his son's youth, beauty, strength, and dick size. He showed a beautiful and big dick, rigid with the lust to be shown like that to everyone.</div><div>The Duchess smiled and said to the merchant: If he is taken to the Garden, he will never return home, don't you?</div><div>The father replied respectfully: I know perfectly well, Duchess, that my wife and I are giving you our youngest son as a gift for Your Grace to do with him as you please!</div><div>The Duchess smiled and reiterated: this beautiful boy will be a toy for the garden princesses to have fun and study how his body works. His body will be whipped, tortured, and dissected painfully and cruelly. When he dies, pieces of him will be fed to our dogs. You and your lady are aware of this, aren't you?</div><div>Without looking away from the noble lady, the father replied: Your Grace, we know perfectly well that this is the fate of the men in your Garden, and we reiterate that we are happy and honored to hand over this son as our gift to Your Grace.</div><div>The Duchess handed a collar to the merchant, who solemnly took it and placed it around his son's neck.</div><div>She made a sign, and some of her servants approached the boy, took off all his clothes, leaving him completely naked, wearing only his collar, and quickly took him out of the room. He was led away by the servants without his parents or siblings present looking at him or noticing the semen he spilled on the beautiful lobby floor.</div><div>That same afternoon, the powerful Duchess received other gifts from other bourgeois families, such as beautiful horses, fruit trees, and exotic tropical birds.</div><p></p></div>POTEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14413445829539310030noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849905087200832702.post-68548912248123990582024-02-22T08:20:00.000-08:002024-02-22T08:22:03.986-08:00Since I was sold as a beast of burden due to debt, my life is just painful and horny; I am much happier in this role than in the life I had.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEjng3zs9qr64ulU_LKiZ7fDQFXrCjmH8GVJJDgRvKT4xC5ZtzhTHM7TIEDr82mO7yloBAuO51OgQQWRlS9HTo843Bgv1wfBnw6Iuu8htS1nUojKXERzQ5KgAJ8M0C9ckynCUqHyM6-CkRCUnfgsgD6Tu8_iusgYiDEjUuxeXUkDx6o_hnLGKroc-Qrhd-/s1969/CA111%2001%20desf%20M.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1371" data-original-width="1969" height="446" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEjng3zs9qr64ulU_LKiZ7fDQFXrCjmH8GVJJDgRvKT4xC5ZtzhTHM7TIEDr82mO7yloBAuO51OgQQWRlS9HTo843Bgv1wfBnw6Iuu8htS1nUojKXERzQ5KgAJ8M0C9ckynCUqHyM6-CkRCUnfgsgD6Tu8_iusgYiDEjUuxeXUkDx6o_hnLGKroc-Qrhd-/w640-h446/CA111%2001%20desf%20M.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /> The new super-liberal laws abolished all labor and social legislation limiting the free market, allowing everything to be freely traded and sold. All public services were privatized. In a short time, society entered a cycle of unlimited prosperity and wealth.<p></p><p>Companies that manage prisons sell their prisoners. Indebted families sold their children, and animal breeding companies began raising humans for sale and work.</p><p>This is the perfect world in which I grew up and studied. I worked excitedly at an investment consultancy company, and within a few years, I already had shares in very innovative and profitable companies. However, when I was 22, one of these companies went bankrupt, leaving me no way to pay off my debts.</p><p>Privatized justice is much more agile and efficient; within a week, all my assets were taken, and I was sold to pay my debts.</p><p>Delivery apps use human animals to work as beasts of burden until exhaustion and slaughter. So that they work without problems, drugs were developed to make these beasts more stupid, docile, and obedient. For the working beasts to have more strength, they inject large doses of hormones into their muscles, testicles, and hair all over the body. Ever since they made me the beast of burden, I feel doped, stoned, horny, and my dick is dripping with cum all the time.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNlvGIdXmhmrs8U1_4TWkI64A1-eMF4p5QrbUlgDWCfdFAd_tpbUfyjKnspvQ__wbShmY0FsqW9DHG0jNaWrE-p5w35iaVTblqvjDILXpPJYfNEGlLjdpsxv-2deES4VRsHydlRhsm7Nqgjq2APnmv-K2ww9ULFMv_IG6kx-MKn9Q2dQU0uYhBqpIoDJ9l/s3239/CA111%2002%20det.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3239" data-original-width="2780" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNlvGIdXmhmrs8U1_4TWkI64A1-eMF4p5QrbUlgDWCfdFAd_tpbUfyjKnspvQ__wbShmY0FsqW9DHG0jNaWrE-p5w35iaVTblqvjDILXpPJYfNEGlLjdpsxv-2deES4VRsHydlRhsm7Nqgjq2APnmv-K2ww9ULFMv_IG6kx-MKn9Q2dQU0uYhBqpIoDJ9l/w550-h640/CA111%2002%20det.jpg" width="550" /></a></div><p>A guy who knew me from the bank bought me to ride around town on me. He put rings on my nose, nipples, and the head of my dick; he likes a riding saddle strapped to my hips connected to a huge dildo shoved up my ass. When he jumps over the tackle, I feel as if the dildo enters my throat, causing more pain and excitement.</p><p>He enjoys going to the bars I used to go to, on the streets where I walked, showing off naked and hairy, spilling cum on the asphalt. He uses a long carbon stick to spank me and seems to poke my dick and balls when we walk. The more he pounds me, the hornier I feel, and the more cum I spill.</p><p>The most surprising thing is that I feel so horny that I feel like I also like being seen by my friends and colleagues as this disgusting, perverted animal.</p><p>I believe that I am much happier in this job than in the life I once had.</p>POTEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14413445829539310030noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849905087200832702.post-41801689487689454932024-02-11T14:56:00.000-08:002024-02-11T14:56:12.195-08:00Three years of slavery: being freed. Part eight.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiml7QZJDdLt0uoswh25RVOuZ971qtSCVHxqOx7IylRPGZlmhHsBOC8QlcbS10ja1PYVch42nT1tpyg3GINimovIZXkew36v1J8HBAoczCQmx8fZKUqrKoCeJmJiQrKhsTnKt_RywjVKVJldsIlUiYDsDG8UZWDPtK1hRTsrbbUk9QlOt15v7GXHFHpegHN/s2788/2024%2002%2010%2001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2788" data-original-width="1969" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiml7QZJDdLt0uoswh25RVOuZ971qtSCVHxqOx7IylRPGZlmhHsBOC8QlcbS10ja1PYVch42nT1tpyg3GINimovIZXkew36v1J8HBAoczCQmx8fZKUqrKoCeJmJiQrKhsTnKt_RywjVKVJldsIlUiYDsDG8UZWDPtK1hRTsrbbUk9QlOt15v7GXHFHpegHN/w452-h640/2024%2002%2010%2001.jpg" width="452" /></a></div><p>One day, when I was alone in the house, I saw a guy whom I hadn't seen in years, the guy who had made the contract for me to be in slavery for three years. The time had run out, and I didn't even remember it.</p><p>I had been delivered to my Owner by this same agent, who maintained a sex app on the internet for the sale and rental of submissive and masochistic fagots to sadistic and dominant Owners.</p><p>Years ago, he must have charged my Owner a sum of money for handing me over for three years, with the rules that he and I established that they shouldn't cut any part out or break any bone. </p><p>For three years, I served as a sex toy for my Owner and his boyfriend without being able to complain about any breach of contract.</p><p>They held me captive, used and tortured me cruelly, fed me, and altered my body by injecting so many things that I didn't even know what they were doing.</p><p>Now, the guy from the app arrives at the house, brings a change of clothes, asks me to get dressed, and tells me to take off the collar. I obeyed and followed him to the car. He left me in a small, cheap hotel room where I could shower and find other clothes.</p><p>He handed me a bank card; I saw I had a good cash balance. In a few weeks, I tried to get used to getting my life back, going back to work, and having an everyday life.</p><p>It had been three years since I slept in a bed or wore a piece of clothing; none of this was familiar or made sense to me anymore.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfZBUdBhQTHRAUcgK0aWymoFEdExF3Ewyde8pq58I-j6z10SCTeKwExdqmfkJSkHGLQ5GQveaYyU7-dh_r_GiiUxGbk5ynh3HJytDJRcAiTXJZEQDBk3E_84nWgggd-zoTWIKSwfwlOL8ANNYnJWIvKWJcYEypgxyLudzjaVFbZzhhgDkDQjWoyNXFiaYY/s2760/2024%2002%2010%2002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2760" data-original-width="1969" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfZBUdBhQTHRAUcgK0aWymoFEdExF3Ewyde8pq58I-j6z10SCTeKwExdqmfkJSkHGLQ5GQveaYyU7-dh_r_GiiUxGbk5ynh3HJytDJRcAiTXJZEQDBk3E_84nWgggd-zoTWIKSwfwlOL8ANNYnJWIvKWJcYEypgxyLudzjaVFbZzhhgDkDQjWoyNXFiaYY/w456-h640/2024%2002%2010%2002.jpg" width="456" /></a></div><p>I looked in the mirror, and what I saw didn't seem like me. The pig nose, pointy tits, huge balls, and dick made me look pathetic and grotesque. Without the grooming that kept my hair short, I was hairy and bearded in a short time, and my entire body was covered in thick, long hair, which made it look more like an animal than a person. </p><p>I drooled when I spoke, and it seemed like I had never used forks or knives; I had lost my coordination in front of a plate. The most challenging act was talking; I couldn't articulate the words naturally, my voice sounded like a growl, and I couldn't even think usually.</p><p>I lost the ability to control myself; I was shitting and urinating in my pants uncontrollably. </p><p>When I went out on the streets, I felt ashamed of the ugly, smelly trash I had become. I didn't feel like people; I felt like I was dressed up and pretending to be something I wasn't - I felt like I wasn't a person anymore.</p><p>When I met a familiar face, the person didn't recognize me; they looked at me with strangeness and disgust. I wasn't me anymore.</p><p>I was afraid to leave my room and fell into deep depression and sadness. I desperately missed the kitchen floor, nudity, and slavery. I felt like my place in the world was chained and naked.</p><p>Desperate, I called the man who freed me and asked if I could go back and be my Master's slave again.</p>POTEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14413445829539310030noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849905087200832702.post-43819938107080017922024-02-05T14:13:00.000-08:002024-02-05T17:14:14.024-08:00The only thing left of him for me is his sadism, and I'm happy with that.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzkc8lRmf5yltQd8Y3xy0vDVrAq5o4-nFcoFKl-iedixRs4RFryUXJFsG8EpcJd2aNAlrZLfuVkTiy9qTbHAU2M4oPlC1PJFYcvUBfnSLq0oidZ1dV9HuxHOTD5YyZ3tXxBrtUrhyphenhyphenO1Dt0xXqvMfSCH3ZvkqxKvk2rkYz4xjHECufknLGrIY-m2dO7lhb5/s2450/LD%20274%2001%20M.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1772" data-original-width="2450" height="462" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzkc8lRmf5yltQd8Y3xy0vDVrAq5o4-nFcoFKl-iedixRs4RFryUXJFsG8EpcJd2aNAlrZLfuVkTiy9qTbHAU2M4oPlC1PJFYcvUBfnSLq0oidZ1dV9HuxHOTD5YyZ3tXxBrtUrhyphenhyphenO1Dt0xXqvMfSCH3ZvkqxKvk2rkYz4xjHECufknLGrIY-m2dO7lhb5/w640-h462/LD%20274%2001%20M.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p>I had been looking for a gay BDSM relationship for years without success. A little over five years ago, I finally found a handsome and sadistic young man who accepted me as his exclusive fag slave.</p><p>He is young, sexy, beautiful, intelligent, and charming, and I decided to live just for him, doing all his wishes.</p><p>I work for a transport company and don't make much money, but since he came to live with me, my salary has been entirely deposited into his account. I haven't had the slightest control over my account for years, and everything I have now is his.</p><p>From when I get home until I leave for my job, I spend the entire time naked and taking care of the housework, washing his clothes, tidying his house, and cooking for him. </p><p>In the early years, I sucked his dick from time to time, and he fucked me a few times, but over time he lost interest in me and started inviting cute boys the same age as him to fuck him at home. I couldn't complain, I'm just shit, and he's my owner! He is over twenty years old; I am already close to fifty.</p><p>The only interest he still has in me is when he exercises his sadism. He is really sadistic and loves to spend hours making me horny, suffering, feeling endless pain and excitement. He enjoys giving painful electric shocks to my nipples, balls, and cock. This is our sex; it is the reward I get for giving myself entirely and without limits to him.</p><p>Sometimes, he leaves the house on Friday night and leaves me chained with the wires stuck in my body, sets the timer so that I get shocked for five minutes every hour, and he only comes back on Sunday afternoon, tired and Too drunk to remember to unchain me. On Monday morning, he releases my chains, I take a shower, removing all the cum, piss, and shit that runs from my body, and I go to work famish and exhausted to earn money for my owner.</p><p>I know I'm worthless, too old, and ugly to please a handsome young guy like him, but I'm thrilled to live for him. He treats me like a shitty old perverted faggot, but that's what I am. I'm happy for every minute he uses me; I love the humiliation, the contempt, and the violence with which he treats me. That is my pleasure, and I feel that, in my way, I still give you some fun.</p>POTEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14413445829539310030noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849905087200832702.post-32958267283625668402024-01-31T19:23:00.000-08:002024-01-31T19:23:16.996-08:00Three years of slavery: being tortured mercilessly. Part seven.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg503Lcq8X9zdQE3u-H7KqgNDxYRPNfpyhgsFcLwnx0u4cpSBF33iRBiKvK_KxB5lMdpAZeU_26ItuHToS5mgRNCFdXfhcr8bzxl0RQsdGoKXCgGn43IlIe_BTo-J193wCDmzL8SnU5jnJ_NNqysTdHAb1MZ3je-psrjU3_Xoq8-BWzmujsvML1VTqQkTZH/s3985/2024%2001%2029%2002%2001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3985" data-original-width="3937" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg503Lcq8X9zdQE3u-H7KqgNDxYRPNfpyhgsFcLwnx0u4cpSBF33iRBiKvK_KxB5lMdpAZeU_26ItuHToS5mgRNCFdXfhcr8bzxl0RQsdGoKXCgGn43IlIe_BTo-J193wCDmzL8SnU5jnJ_NNqysTdHAb1MZ3je-psrjU3_Xoq8-BWzmujsvML1VTqQkTZH/w632-h640/2024%2001%2029%2002%2001.jpg" width="632" /></a></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The couple took great pleasure in torturing me with great cruelty as if they wanted to discover if I could survive the cruelest brutalities. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">They deeply fucked my throat, broken into many times until I suffocated and almost passed out. They offered me to all their friends who arrived at the house, suggesting that they fuck my mouth until my throat was broken! I felt the cocks going deep into my neck. Some guys would stick their dicks deep inside and then piss directly inside me.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">When I vomited, they punished me and slapped me violently in the face.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">They dislocated my jaw several times. I was sore and injured; I could no longer close my mouth correctly, speak, or chew anything. I felt like my jaw was out of place; it didn't fit anymore.</div></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT7FZIhVsBfTGnUM7mU_ML-pAqX-w1k7ODnpglwUhoQuRqfQ9qt7k7VqxgLsGk_GQKA7omX7UOTvdgkFsmo6vseW6k5JGMYDWpKCedqP1MVDGiICnNVXoOCqJvINrnBarqaS11A4hEdunJL8ZmaYJ-kIZ3Ss7hFJl0PZRn0AWietACzGV6HYfqOqAFyg8i/s1969/2024%2001%2029%2003%2001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1960" data-original-width="1969" height="638" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT7FZIhVsBfTGnUM7mU_ML-pAqX-w1k7ODnpglwUhoQuRqfQ9qt7k7VqxgLsGk_GQKA7omX7UOTvdgkFsmo6vseW6k5JGMYDWpKCedqP1MVDGiICnNVXoOCqJvINrnBarqaS11A4hEdunJL8ZmaYJ-kIZ3Ss7hFJl0PZRn0AWietACzGV6HYfqOqAFyg8i/w640-h638/2024%2001%2029%2003%2001.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p>One day, my owner's boyfriend bought a shock device. Their new toy had two buttons to regulate the voltage and amperage of the electrical discharges. To my despair, they loved testing the effects of electricity on different parts of my body.</p><p></p><p>During shocks, I lost control of every muscle in my body. They placed clips with the wires on my ears, on my tongue, on my balls, on my dick, and especially on my nipples and tested how much I moaned and writhed during the electrical charges. They had fun watching me scream, cry, piss, shitted, and sometimes even come in despair and pain. They stuck copper rods into my dick and gave it such strong shocks that I feared the rod would melt inside it. I felt my body convulsing; I felt terrible spasms and burns.</p><p>In all the most terrible situations, when I even feared dying, they showed that they didn't care how much I suffered or whether I would survive. When I passed out from pain or lack of air, they continued with the torture or left me there, unconscious, waiting for me to wake up to return to the fun.</p><p>Sometimes, they electrocuted me while watching a movie on television or chatting trivially with someone on the cell phone. I was nothing. I felt like just something, a despicable toy that they could use without fear of ruin or kill.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7hW9cYTkTXVAUGF0ElgWbcalraCx76k3aRIUGdqPX7kzHRq2HtNneHFnTQO0A4RseuKm1WFmP1k_wgpDKA9Uap37h6r82XRPquaq8qJnLFwdjbOhWKdv_idZ0C1Fg_kacN_QaXpmhVLUpylxkwgW4AEdRJJf93qjOv2ZKEG0xEWCd0vIc7IGihp0nJKPX/s1973/2024%2001%2029%2001%2001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1973" data-original-width="1969" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7hW9cYTkTXVAUGF0ElgWbcalraCx76k3aRIUGdqPX7kzHRq2HtNneHFnTQO0A4RseuKm1WFmP1k_wgpDKA9Uap37h6r82XRPquaq8qJnLFwdjbOhWKdv_idZ0C1Fg_kacN_QaXpmhVLUpylxkwgW4AEdRJJf93qjOv2ZKEG0xEWCd0vIc7IGihp0nJKPX/w638-h640/2024%2001%2029%2001%2001.jpg" width="638" /></a></div><p></p><br />POTEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14413445829539310030noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849905087200832702.post-66293337886774625372024-01-06T08:31:00.000-08:002024-01-06T19:55:42.001-08:00Three Years of Slavery: Living Under the Whip. Part six.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">When I agreed to spend three years as a slave to my Owner, we signed a long and detailed document that established that he could do whatever he wanted with me, with my body, as long as he didn't take any part of me or my life. I feel horny and pleasure with pain and being humiliated; I have always been very masochistic. I like being fucked and sucking dicks and assholes. When I met my Owner, I saw in him an experienced and balanced sadistic dominator; after years of weekly and regular sessions, I asked to stay with him 24/7 for at least three years, and we signed the contract.</div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">The contract was clear: it was not a relationship; I was simply his submissive and devoted slave. I loved the firm way he whipped me, and I loved feeling his cigars and cigarettes burning my nipples, my dick, and my balls.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">I got used to the permanent nudity, the dog food, the housework, and the tedious afternoons alone, tied up on the laundry room floor waiting for him. I learn to enjoy this routine of pain and submission immensely.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">I had to endure the breakage and deformation of my nose, the deformation and grotesque growth of my nipples, my dick, and my scrotum. The whole process was painful and scary. I would have preferred not to have been so deformed, but I endured it without question out of respect for the agreement and to please him. I wouldn't say I like the way I look; I'm much uglier and more grotesque than I was; I look like a fat, pathetic pig. I suffered and cried a lot due to sadness and fear throughout the process, but I endured it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: center;">However, since my Owner started dating this young man, my life has changed significantly. When the boy started coming to the house, I was already a grotesque pig, and my Owner encouraged him to use me, fuck me, torture me, and especially whip me.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzPPwrRMYYDggLUZ_MMLw5tn9dTbdFZxWBiZU2Pcv6xzIKqzZke3OvoJqLvQ47KMgFEbDh1innpQj1hs0K2k33QSo6tYSv9-RHgHJmba7y0sm_B97OI7sVOXN0VPXr9zpTTnRKAXEasLB4uLki0Pwgbhn2EjESIrX_snrEt0DGyRtmiWD21y1Hx5IM2q4d/s1969/2024%2001%2005%2001%2000%20M.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1969" data-original-width="1969" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzPPwrRMYYDggLUZ_MMLw5tn9dTbdFZxWBiZU2Pcv6xzIKqzZke3OvoJqLvQ47KMgFEbDh1innpQj1hs0K2k33QSo6tYSv9-RHgHJmba7y0sm_B97OI7sVOXN0VPXr9zpTTnRKAXEasLB4uLki0Pwgbhn2EjESIrX_snrEt0DGyRtmiWD21y1Hx5IM2q4d/w640-h640/2024%2001%2005%2001%2000%20M.jpg" width="640" /></a></div></div><p style="text-align: justify;">The boy really got a taste for the whip. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">I believe he wanted to make it clear to me and my Owner, my place in the house and their relationship: I was just their thing, their sex toy.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Their relationship was that of Boy and Daddy; he was a beautiful, lazy, vain, and spoiled boy. My Owner made all his wishes, covered him with gifts, and supported all his dreams.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">My Owner would leave the house to work and leave the boy all day playing video games, surfing the internet, and making fun of me. I learned to drink his piss without disturbing him so he wouldn't have to stop the video game when he wanted to piss. I learned to endure violent punishments when he lost a game and needed to vent his anger.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">He was especially interested in testing each type of whip, how each one sounds when it cracks in the air, and how each one hurts the body, my body. I had to learn to do all the household chores while being violently and painfully whipped.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">On the weekends, he would sometimes invite his friends from the gym and the network to parties at the house and loved to show them his skill with the longest and heaviest whips, tearing and injuring my body, already covered with wounds and scars accumulated in countless beatings. He spent hours thinking he was the best, tirelessly displaying his skills. Few of his friends were interested in the bloody and repetitive scene, and not even my Owner found it interesting or exciting. Just the young man and me!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhesNAVj2Thyphenhyphenu5XUimmnyX78B2Jo-M-BtTOSuYzjARoMe2zI8zcFm1kllRoklxlfJY0X0ULSLi34D9j8uM5JToprIlmJSaqdzIG-ksqpmsg_MBVRETWoX531JpH269nRLueb9sAPiRY1ihF0r_RDldL4Ut6XLdkBP3_5Jfdj7sntFuVgHpgibeMigU9TqkH/s1969/2024%2001%2005%2002%2000%20sem%20camisa%20olhos%20abertos%20M.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1959" data-original-width="1969" height="636" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhesNAVj2Thyphenhyphenu5XUimmnyX78B2Jo-M-BtTOSuYzjARoMe2zI8zcFm1kllRoklxlfJY0X0ULSLi34D9j8uM5JToprIlmJSaqdzIG-ksqpmsg_MBVRETWoX531JpH269nRLueb9sAPiRY1ihF0r_RDldL4Ut6XLdkBP3_5Jfdj7sntFuVgHpgibeMigU9TqkH/w640-h636/2024%2001%2005%2002%2000%20sem%20camisa%20olhos%20abertos%20M.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: justify;">My thick, deformed cock was vibrating all the time and dripping with excitement and pre-cum. My vast and sensitive nipples hurt so much when they were whipped, but they were hard and pointy with lust! Hanging naked from the branches of the tree, I felt like a despicable and deformed animal in front of that beautiful and rich youth who showed disinterest and contempt for me and my suffering. But I felt incredibly horny the entire time; the humiliation and pain were everything I wanted, and I wanted those beatings never to end!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><br /></span></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjszWqxaCg4prsoEGlLxdmW5vojXzJiVWTbhB5PHvT0s-YsgrPuS28sdecrNxoU9Re0cvY5gK6R-oXBhf2CDtPJryQInPdBjuQbvR8XcXDbfB1ZxmlakUO4zLDTyJXL545dPguvw4x7-vvuJ45mcorjE8Ap_oTwozHaV_Lu8aj3fA61KQWeU_kN-IAzMziR/s2927/2024%2001%2005%2002%2000%20M%20desf.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2927" data-original-width="1969" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjszWqxaCg4prsoEGlLxdmW5vojXzJiVWTbhB5PHvT0s-YsgrPuS28sdecrNxoU9Re0cvY5gK6R-oXBhf2CDtPJryQInPdBjuQbvR8XcXDbfB1ZxmlakUO4zLDTyJXL545dPguvw4x7-vvuJ45mcorjE8Ap_oTwozHaV_Lu8aj3fA61KQWeU_kN-IAzMziR/w430-h640/2024%2001%2005%2002%2000%20M%20desf.jpg" width="430" /></a></div>POTEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14413445829539310030noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849905087200832702.post-42300454546359105322023-12-29T15:05:00.000-08:002023-12-29T15:05:59.100-08:00I have never felt so naked and exposed as I did at that moment.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTCWwAVZ4-fUnYM-dol7ro2RffKmVqTRzVv7TlT2a84xRitQlxKhsIczTSba0VuAQiAW-oSJ1lpnNBnga_ckiSKZ1MiP9NGcfjPSr2znWOxD7mqme95Blx9Or54VKeN8UAxjuoIkD9J8wVvO420eGJ6LCSF7IwxA2zNLXatVyxE75YycutXRCKcYU9i3Wp/s2448/CA46%2004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2448" data-original-width="1772" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTCWwAVZ4-fUnYM-dol7ro2RffKmVqTRzVv7TlT2a84xRitQlxKhsIczTSba0VuAQiAW-oSJ1lpnNBnga_ckiSKZ1MiP9NGcfjPSr2znWOxD7mqme95Blx9Or54VKeN8UAxjuoIkD9J8wVvO420eGJ6LCSF7IwxA2zNLXatVyxE75YycutXRCKcYU9i3Wp/w464-h640/CA46%2004.jpg" width="464" /></a></div><p></p><p>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!</p><p>Groups of police officers ran after us as we fled, scared and desperate.</p><p>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.</p><p>Without asking any questions or justification, they took off all my clothes.</p><p>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.</p><p>At that moment, in panic, I understood that the rubber batons weren't the most challenging thing they would use to punish me.</p><p>A drawing from 2015 that I had never posted.</p><p> </p>POTEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14413445829539310030noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849905087200832702.post-61189969134198423302023-12-19T18:10:00.000-08:002023-12-19T18:10:24.702-08:00It is tense and scared.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4fsUA6tmxaX2VfPGxs6VFon0lUkRJij1O2anlmuTXx4Zrrc5moLQk0NtPyRa6SQuXv4ASM8qFPVjvONXE-fTAh-JDN98YM9drRNgs045PCAU8wwJQ00ZCLc2yPZOZHD6AiiV49lK4wYC06v46fn-e_pAcshgXh2o4LZJIFg7Fcno4g2TUCiegXsQId40w/s1930/C%2042%2001%20M.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1930" data-original-width="1476" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4fsUA6tmxaX2VfPGxs6VFon0lUkRJij1O2anlmuTXx4Zrrc5moLQk0NtPyRa6SQuXv4ASM8qFPVjvONXE-fTAh-JDN98YM9drRNgs045PCAU8wwJQ00ZCLc2yPZOZHD6AiiV49lK4wYC06v46fn-e_pAcshgXh2o4LZJIFg7Fcno4g2TUCiegXsQId40w/w490-h640/C%2042%2001%20M.jpg" width="490" /></a></div><br />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.<p></p><p>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.</p><p>He fears his life as a pack animal is coming to an end.</p><p>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.</p><p>He is tense and scared.</p>POTEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14413445829539310030noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849905087200832702.post-19465981130823559302023-12-12T16:18:00.000-08:002023-12-12T16:40:18.997-08:00Three years of slavery: a masochistic sow. Part five.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_TBC37ST1D6qtZD5zv03CEiw6jgtZsAdfVPp3w2VcBdZABzTdwYJtLOCvPL12YssMh2HCS04qmbHGHw2DoUB2C5o145NYBcUFfu6D1agAeSx1MS7iPvvp1LSPoLdnr_30mKUM-nujidRxOkKcQIgnPvNgyI4Cciy012w-sX60cl36HfsYGElJBgVtIBo4/s1969/2023%2012%2012%2001.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1932" data-original-width="1969" height="628" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_TBC37ST1D6qtZD5zv03CEiw6jgtZsAdfVPp3w2VcBdZABzTdwYJtLOCvPL12YssMh2HCS04qmbHGHw2DoUB2C5o145NYBcUFfu6D1agAeSx1MS7iPvvp1LSPoLdnr_30mKUM-nujidRxOkKcQIgnPvNgyI4Cciy012w-sX60cl36HfsYGElJBgVtIBo4/w640-h628/2023%2012%2012%2001.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /> <span style="text-indent: 0cm;">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.</span><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0cm; text-indent: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US">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.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0cm; text-indent: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US">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.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0cm; text-indent: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US">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. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0cm; text-indent: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US">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.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0cm; text-indent: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US">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; <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0cm; text-indent: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US">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.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0cm; text-indent: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US">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.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0cm; text-indent: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US">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.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0cm; text-indent: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US">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.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0cm; text-indent: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US">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! <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0cm; text-indent: 0cm;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmDVbVeIuyEVeUtryAosu0gDKboKuMlA7Tp6EBp0Azm9q4UJ7Zk8NYVxdkSu3JmsdWLtrHCKBRsboY6tyqhhAGPOddn8VkTkRtAzPra8W21Vr8_lxQt-0Mi3EWuM5dVSNTK8pTQAAuAdkyIGzvuSv-j_bwNaLEP1at7pJ1DTmHB9JlusgUPjRnsksO3D9S/s1971/2023%2012%2012%2004.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1971" data-original-width="1969" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmDVbVeIuyEVeUtryAosu0gDKboKuMlA7Tp6EBp0Azm9q4UJ7Zk8NYVxdkSu3JmsdWLtrHCKBRsboY6tyqhhAGPOddn8VkTkRtAzPra8W21Vr8_lxQt-0Mi3EWuM5dVSNTK8pTQAAuAdkyIGzvuSv-j_bwNaLEP1at7pJ1DTmHB9JlusgUPjRnsksO3D9S/w640-h640/2023%2012%2012%2004.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="text-indent: 0cm;">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.</span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0cm; text-indent: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US">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?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0cm; text-indent: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US">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.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0cm; text-indent: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US">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.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0cm; text-indent: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US">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.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0cm; text-indent: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US">My Owner didn't seem to notice or care that I
was covered in bleeding wounds and marks from the lashes.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0cm; text-indent: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US">Listening to this conversation removing the
dirty dishes from the table, sperm ran hot and abundant down my legs.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0cm; text-indent: 0cm;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY_7RvrcPOS1uV3nBd2zKNCIaxTway_e4P1dkQPc9AIpng804dMS64-8HsWKiwxUN7c8KJGRtzQw7xqqUGyOqbcvHxy1Ws76YVpkK6kK30qbfWhG3KHMGF5Dn-FsraeiDHHoKyzR6c393ZgEMckf9t6FjoUi5XABOqITMMdEoUBDBO7i5NHgMLij6QRrpH/s2902/2023%2012%2012%2003.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2902" data-original-width="1969" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY_7RvrcPOS1uV3nBd2zKNCIaxTway_e4P1dkQPc9AIpng804dMS64-8HsWKiwxUN7c8KJGRtzQw7xqqUGyOqbcvHxy1Ws76YVpkK6kK30qbfWhG3KHMGF5Dn-FsraeiDHHoKyzR6c393ZgEMckf9t6FjoUi5XABOqITMMdEoUBDBO7i5NHgMLij6QRrpH/w434-h640/2023%2012%2012%2003.jpg" width="434" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>POTEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14413445829539310030noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849905087200832702.post-46917695338185208492023-12-06T18:15:00.000-08:002023-12-06T18:15:12.289-08:00A follower asked me to draw his wildest fantasy.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6aGDikSZTtSBzqWOLP1B6s-uCOJqVglFVIpmtINcU8GCChacIZjtX7z4HUWNuRepZbpBKcHzoinM0-u97IFFybD_Vw82Ui5k3RMhXyV6CQhsFSNv5CVh4-K2Bx63kFJA0YXG6NNdD-7LW-9xjHhf9WOGfWr955F4UzEsv3aNBXP2CpVcaeUiIVfPHunci/s2953/LD%20239%2001%20M2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2145" data-original-width="2953" height="464" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6aGDikSZTtSBzqWOLP1B6s-uCOJqVglFVIpmtINcU8GCChacIZjtX7z4HUWNuRepZbpBKcHzoinM0-u97IFFybD_Vw82Ui5k3RMhXyV6CQhsFSNv5CVh4-K2Bx63kFJA0YXG6NNdD-7LW-9xjHhf9WOGfWr955F4UzEsv3aNBXP2CpVcaeUiIVfPHunci/w640-h464/LD%20239%2001%20M2.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p>A follower asked me to draw his wildest fantasy.</p><p>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.</p><p>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.</p><p>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.</p><p>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.</p><p>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 <span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT-BR; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">─</span> Bitch, your cock is hard with lust! That's precisely what you want! There's no point in denying it!</p><p>He had to endure being fucked by several big dogs of different breeds from his neighborhood, like the dirtiest bitch in heat.</p><p>The dog's claws and teeth painfully scratched his thighs and ass, but he felt so horny that he came all the time!</p><p>The audience watched, laughing and amazed at how much he was enjoying all that degradation and violence.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgplP7PaKpqhEUeEyAIoskfK99kUFTepJUWm5QiniiHeKyz-u40VhMskJYe8VP3MLj2IE39UGS4uplocum_CE4S5EObp5ItEAKTBs7MVEW9KcVYNlx5Dh3hrhxnkQFWMdFre-zLOyUhVb6yf3qVCeRzfKUGZijLDmVSIEaN-b0VC0tAkflVDUHL8llBQQ9q/s2296/LD%20239%2001%20det.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1952" data-original-width="2296" height="544" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgplP7PaKpqhEUeEyAIoskfK99kUFTepJUWm5QiniiHeKyz-u40VhMskJYe8VP3MLj2IE39UGS4uplocum_CE4S5EObp5ItEAKTBs7MVEW9KcVYNlx5Dh3hrhxnkQFWMdFre-zLOyUhVb6yf3qVCeRzfKUGZijLDmVSIEaN-b0VC0tAkflVDUHL8llBQQ9q/w640-h544/LD%20239%2001%20det.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p>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.</p><p>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.</p><p>At the night's end, his brother spoke in his ear when they put him in the back of the truck.</p><p><span style="font-family: Calibri, "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt;">─ </span>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?</p><p>They just tied his wrists and ankles and put the fag in the back of the truck for the trip.</p><p>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.</p>POTEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14413445829539310030noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849905087200832702.post-31324095117884620122023-11-29T17:07:00.000-08:002023-11-29T17:07:16.133-08:00Three years of slavery: physical transformations. Part four.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij025nsHZUEqofmp5NzEGUzh78UelgoMeLcUFvBDSYj-Bl9GN7HtTg5vBdXZnImG1qtbZkC8DKgHN8nO95MqRYECCvFWahNgDcW0WEx9yppReFjD67KYrsHslcK1CkKj-XH_OFV-ceVbuuM5KKEwqOrXeHWMyLynAIsylBggkI8cVB2Vg2aj-jTX2vxy09/s1979/2023%2011%2028%2001%201.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1979" data-original-width="1969" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij025nsHZUEqofmp5NzEGUzh78UelgoMeLcUFvBDSYj-Bl9GN7HtTg5vBdXZnImG1qtbZkC8DKgHN8nO95MqRYECCvFWahNgDcW0WEx9yppReFjD67KYrsHslcK1CkKj-XH_OFV-ceVbuuM5KKEwqOrXeHWMyLynAIsylBggkI8cVB2Vg2aj-jTX2vxy09/w636-h640/2023%2011%2028%2001%201.jpg" width="636" /></a></div>Since I surrendered myself as a slave to my Owner, we agreed that I would no longer have any decision about myself and that I accepted being his without limits or expectations.<p></p><p>He doesn't know me, nor is he interested in getting to know me; I'm not his friend; I'm not even a person; I'm just his slut fag. So when I arrived at the house and undressed for the last time, he examined me with some disappointment.</p><p>I was never pretty, firm, or sporty; I was just a dull body over thirty years old.</p><p>When he fucked me a few times, I remember him complaining about the opening of my ass. He started inserting plugs and dildos bigger and broader. He stuck big dildos in my anus and ordered me to keep them inside me all day. He doesn't care if it hurts or bothers me a lot; I have to bear it in silence. He knows my ass better than I do. Sometimes, he starts to insert an extra large dildo, and I despair, afraid that I will be split in half or that the monster will destroy me from the inside. The pain is terrible, and I sweat a lot as he tries to push it deeper until it no longer comes out. Sometimes I can't breathe, sometimes my ass bleeds, but he always manages to get what he wants into me.</p><p>I remain still, silent, and bear it without complaining. I am his sex toy.</p><p>What scares me sometimes is him talking to someone about me as if I weren't there, listening to the conversation. He asks his friends, who are veterinarians or doctors, what he should inject into me, the doses, and the places for the injections, and he injects without me knowing what he intends or the effect it will have. One day, he told someone that he wanted to break my nose so that it would look like a pig's; the guy took my nose and showed him where they could break the cartilage and how to force the nose up. The guy offered to do a surgical stitch so that my broken nose would be in the position he wanted.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi940VYOyodpDxqmjyA23r_lfjjyosqTXAnsvQfZVyr27XMvS9qoTUq2Cxxciriv3U7y8Qbi21l_6NiZpOGbWwlitFblU1c2S-2UkCmsMFBQW1B8hSlrF1G6WX0y7IqjVHU12h_xJniTQ8j_NTtV0fm54awUxAZbyHdYW5wqxQyV6mlfsKnz9oHSTxjhhGj/s1969/2023%2011%2028%2001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1948" data-original-width="1969" height="634" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi940VYOyodpDxqmjyA23r_lfjjyosqTXAnsvQfZVyr27XMvS9qoTUq2Cxxciriv3U7y8Qbi21l_6NiZpOGbWwlitFblU1c2S-2UkCmsMFBQW1B8hSlrF1G6WX0y7IqjVHU12h_xJniTQ8j_NTtV0fm54awUxAZbyHdYW5wqxQyV6mlfsKnz9oHSTxjhhGj/w640-h634/2023%2011%2028%2001.jpg" width="640" /></a></p><p>Once, when he was shoving a dildo down my throat, I couldn't breathe as the toy went down my throat. I despaired, thinking I was going to die right there; I passed out while he calmly looked at me in agony as if he didn't care. When I woke up, I felt blood in my throat, which was very sore and raw. In the following days, he inserted even thicker dildos, deeper, widening my throat mercilessly. I fainted several times, but he didn't give up on making me a professional cock swallower.</p><p>As he loved to torture nipples, he placed suckers on my tits, sucking them hard so that they became increasingly pointier and bigger. As he wanted to torture my dick and balls, he started putting suckers that made my genitals huge.</p><p>He would go to work and leave me there, on the laundry room floor, with the suckers, with the hooks pulling my nose and cheeks in complete suffering, all day.</p><p>When he arrived at night, he would let me go so I could serve him dinner, and then, even before I ate anything, he would inject several syringes into my dick and my nipples. He would give some injections in my butt and arms. He never bothered to tell me what he did or what would happen, and I just accepted it because I'm his slut, right?</p><p>In a short time, my body was already very different from what it was before, and my libido was also other.</p>POTEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14413445829539310030noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849905087200832702.post-10409705632580605082023-11-27T18:04:00.000-08:002023-11-27T18:38:10.371-08:00 Three years of slavery: getting used to the pain. Part three.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpq2r06-pvHoGmPQo68WqSCzUJO44mXWqEQR0ydKxOhzMHHQx7Qg93YwNmLyqHNkLIQApyTcO2z8YlP7aC_wUvK-cmzjvQBXnstwfJrlM4HsAMgEWIe_8cAt22AlWIDnvc3zlCOIiCT054kEEyIhvO47xW8QTmokQvm-cf5HTZT4JteN8dZ3mh_0BoT9TT/s1969/2023%2011%2027%2002.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1947" data-original-width="1969" height="632" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpq2r06-pvHoGmPQo68WqSCzUJO44mXWqEQR0ydKxOhzMHHQx7Qg93YwNmLyqHNkLIQApyTcO2z8YlP7aC_wUvK-cmzjvQBXnstwfJrlM4HsAMgEWIe_8cAt22AlWIDnvc3zlCOIiCT054kEEyIhvO47xW8QTmokQvm-cf5HTZT4JteN8dZ3mh_0BoT9TT/w640-h632/2023%2011%2027%2002.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p>My Owner is sadistic; he takes pleasure in causing pain and suffering. My entire body is completely his; my skin is his space for fun and cruelty.</p><p>Part of my suffering he inflicts not as punishment but for simple pleasure. When he is settled in his armchair and calls me, I should stop whatever I am doing and kneel next to him so that he can easily reach me and have fun with me.</p><p>He usually hugs me with his left arm, almost affectionately, and starts crushing my nipples. He does it as a habit, without looking at me, without paying attention to what he's doing, like someone knitting or playing with a keychain, except he plays with my nipples. He spends hours pinching, twisting, and crushing calmly and with great force. The pain is almost unbearable. I writhe, moan, and cry from so much pain, but I believe he has no idea how much my breasts hurt as he continues crushing them without mercy or haste, just because he likes to feel them between his strong fingers.</p><p>I try to avoid moaning; I try not to move; I try not to disturb his pleasure, even though he hurts me so immensely.</p><p>When he watches TV or talks to a friend, he spends hours playing with my tits.</p><p>Sometimes, he smokes cigars; he likes big, thick Cuban cigars, which he smokes with significant, long drags. At first, I liked the smell; with time, I just smelled it and started to sweat with fear, as it has a habit of putting cigars on me. From the first time he placed the lit cigar against my back, he lovingly covered my mouth with his hand, stopping me from screaming in pain. He got into the habit of hugging me affectionately, covering my mouth as he slowly touched the lit cigar to my body until he put it out.</p><p>In this tender gesture, he sees me and carefully chooses where to place the cigar flame. Sometimes, he decides to burn over burns from other cigars, reinforcing the wounds and their scars. Sometimes, he decides on nipples that are already injured and sore from so much squeezing that even after being burned, he continues to pinch and crush mercilessly.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPOr2xyZJMxT8atb39xhtiqWvG4NBK9NE4dge0d0fweRvQMR7Seokh8ssbGj8hRtXHiu35J0QAfnlQ2S_df192Wx-MEo4lDOmWldy3qrUueiIQBphvjSttCHopOtFcAcfPEXkUdneCeA8lVWGT7c8Q0TytOLoaZmgRbjmP3oQwtltC_eUAgiDAOO8KkUpj/s1969/2023%2011%2027%2001.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1954" data-original-width="1969" height="636" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPOr2xyZJMxT8atb39xhtiqWvG4NBK9NE4dge0d0fweRvQMR7Seokh8ssbGj8hRtXHiu35J0QAfnlQ2S_df192Wx-MEo4lDOmWldy3qrUueiIQBphvjSttCHopOtFcAcfPEXkUdneCeA8lVWGT7c8Q0TytOLoaZmgRbjmP3oQwtltC_eUAgiDAOO8KkUpj/w640-h636/2023%2011%2027%2001.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p>My Owner sometimes receives friends who, like him, are sadists and like to cause pain. They want to talk animatedly about ways to cause pain and torture, and sometimes, they talk using my body to play with.</p><p>One of them uses me as if I were his, violently and mercilessly. My Owner doesn't seem to care; he talks to him distractedly, as if he were talking about a football match. They spoke as if I wasn't there, on all fours, naked and receiving racket blows so hard that my butt was covered in wounds and blood.</p><p>The guest raised his arm high and delivered violent blows that painfully destroyed my butt. Then he grabbed my balls as if they were tennis balls and hit them with his racket as if I wasn't going to faint from so much pain without any mercy.</p><p>With time and daily pain, I ended up getting used to the suffering and learning to endure it in silence, firm, resigned, even crying and moaning softly so as not to disturb my Owner's fun.</p><p><br /></p><p>To see the previous part click: https://bdsmmaledrawings.blogspot.com/2023/11/three-years-of-slavery-part-two.html</p>POTEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14413445829539310030noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849905087200832702.post-42930680233302057452023-11-24T05:54:00.000-08:002023-11-27T18:38:54.878-08:00Three years of slavery: humiliation. Part two.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ6P2vPABRCtZxAoNp1ZMTqmL_EkOc9sXSCFShCKTqEX_gzVdtR-vSaeXanPgR078G7zFRnXrgDOzwg5fevSQgmP3VbKWRGPVbQ5iI1BpFiOslXeXxHrhTNneglAJxHxh-hAMcXPZy_h6hwz6p9zwxG5vnakuxwpZZ5yJBlik8UCSRHG4vhkDRXqYcPrXg/s1969/2023%2011%2022%2002.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1938" data-original-width="1969" height="630" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ6P2vPABRCtZxAoNp1ZMTqmL_EkOc9sXSCFShCKTqEX_gzVdtR-vSaeXanPgR078G7zFRnXrgDOzwg5fevSQgmP3VbKWRGPVbQ5iI1BpFiOslXeXxHrhTNneglAJxHxh-hAMcXPZy_h6hwz6p9zwxG5vnakuxwpZZ5yJBlik8UCSRHG4vhkDRXqYcPrXg/w640-h630/2023%2011%2022%2002.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p>Being a submissive slave has a series of challenges. I know that I am nothing more than a shitty faggot to my Owner, that he despises me. He takes pleasure in humiliating and treating me poorly, and I realize that the humiliation helps me understand what a shit I am.</p><p>I feel so despicable and miserable how he treats me; I feel like I deserve to be treated this way, that a stupid submissive faggot is a piece of shit like he says and makes me think.</p><p>When I entered the house, he showed me that I should sleep under a table, in a corner of the laundry area, directly on the cold ceramic floor. He didn't even give me an old cloth to cover or lay on.</p><p>At first, I thought sleeping there like this, on the hard, cold floor, would be a big challenge, but I got used to it. When my owner enters the kitchen in the middle of the night, he checks if I'm there, just as he told me.</p><p>One cold winter night, he noticed that I was shaking from the cold and asked if I was freezing. I answered yes, imagining he would give me a cloth to cover me and keep me warm. He just pissed profusely all over me, from head to toe. I've never felt your piss ever so warm and comforting.</p><p>Beside me are the water and food bowls. He forbade me to drink or eat anything that wasn't in the bowls. I had to learn to drink and eat without using my hands, on all fours, directly from the pots, like a dog. He controls the amount of food and water I consume and frequently pisses in the bowls. I only have to eat as much as he puts in the bowl, everything he puts in. Sometimes, he makes me suffer from hunger, giving me just one measly meal a day. I feel my stomach growling with hunger all day. Sometimes he makes me suffer from thirst and only lets me drink his piss directly from the source.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_FFU3M8QY5lj4qhnnssv8S11GRhmQ9u_iqhyphenhyphenn5C_R-Emdc5ZcMlGV9Rv8JFuAV5T8N_7nCua4Ke1Y8TISLH8I8tWVDy-QD_LR8FL8Wi5lvGA5kBiphlZRHjDwQYh-V02neq7d_falzH23Or9Tj2_CDhrT6DU1T5R5NTi5cla6ZmqCmLAkE-zzTThhepTu/s1996/2023%2011%2022%2003.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1996" data-original-width="1969" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_FFU3M8QY5lj4qhnnssv8S11GRhmQ9u_iqhyphenhyphenn5C_R-Emdc5ZcMlGV9Rv8JFuAV5T8N_7nCua4Ke1Y8TISLH8I8tWVDy-QD_LR8FL8Wi5lvGA5kBiphlZRHjDwQYh-V02neq7d_falzH23Or9Tj2_CDhrT6DU1T5R5NTi5cla6ZmqCmLAkE-zzTThhepTu/w632-h640/2023%2011%2022%2003.jpg" width="632" /></a></div><p></p><div><div>Another way to humiliate me is to lend me to your friends. I don't know if he rents it to me or lends it for free. I know that sometimes, one of his friends blindfolds me and, ties my wrists behind my back, puts me in the trunk of the car, and takes me somewhere. There, blindfolded and gagged, I can't tell how many guys raped me; I lose track of time; I believe I stayed there for many hours without rest, and I can't count how many times I'm fucked. They don't see my face; to them, I'm just an open ass to be fucked.</div><div>I feel like an object, a hole without value or name.</div></div>I love being reduced to shit in every way.<div><br /></div><div>To see the previous part click: https://bdsmmaledrawings.blogspot.com/2023/11/three-years-of-slavery.html</div>POTEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14413445829539310030noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849905087200832702.post-33198187968521469952023-11-21T17:06:00.000-08:002023-11-25T06:08:04.956-08:00Three years of slavery: the tasks. Part One.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfH08Nj7VjJHzC8Up_FZSwcKgjnv2tNkNZD2SzhCaHPp9bfr0ZGWd0m635KKE4dJXhOI6-Fe5-a7nYT5OUAtgrQE0HnBwNHLB1D1FqYdQA2CBfwKSnPyJjEcJoWkpz40YW5Z7uVgqJVKfcMkL6alSID-3F-z3j63QvAxqzPI99sTOZTxYh_gxiimIWuLIr/s1969/2023%2011%2002%2001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1938" data-original-width="1969" height="630" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfH08Nj7VjJHzC8Up_FZSwcKgjnv2tNkNZD2SzhCaHPp9bfr0ZGWd0m635KKE4dJXhOI6-Fe5-a7nYT5OUAtgrQE0HnBwNHLB1D1FqYdQA2CBfwKSnPyJjEcJoWkpz40YW5Z7uVgqJVKfcMkL6alSID-3F-z3j63QvAxqzPI99sTOZTxYh_gxiimIWuLIr/w640-h630/2023%2011%2002%2001.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><p>It's been three years since I've been outside the house. Three years ago, I agreed to be my Master's slave.</p><p>From the beginning, he made it clear that it would not be an emotional relationship, that he would have neither affection, nor respect, nor even consideration for me, that I would just be his slave.</p><p>I agreed and accepted.</p><p>He said that I would never wear any clothes again, that from that moment on I would live naked all the time, winter or summer. In the beginning, I still suffered a little, whether due to the shame or the cold. Today, I am used to nudity, feel comfortable, and no longer suffer from the cold.</p><p>I only wear the collars and handcuffs he put on me so he could tie me up either at home or put leashes on my collar. I thought it was fair and necessary.</p><p>He said that only he should feel orgasms in the house, that I should feel pleasure just serving him. He put a cage on my dick and didn't take it off for months.</p><p>I accepted, my dick is his, not mine.</p><p>He said I should do all the chores around the house.</p><p>I agreed and obeyed.</p><p>Today, from when I wake up until he puts me in the cell, I work incessantly washing his clothes, preparing all his meals, tidying the kitchen and the entire house, taking care of the garden, and cleaning his car.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir2ydJaoutU8Hd343qYYReEa3jp5r5ZXDG0pNcUSynbY4e_Zw0QnpOOgxqmDeo1ShkfHw3yImuYJjmMK3-9g90zuKXJdbGGKlTFFVRAwIzNRavxkFEj6wsSIbhPXHpk1sQsi8RIg2CqAgQqhPN9r6RMd9sy4dWCjYqMUmSrpxOfD7CB8ggTQb2-IvJmZnz/s1969/2023%2011%2002%2002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1963" data-original-width="1969" height="638" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir2ydJaoutU8Hd343qYYReEa3jp5r5ZXDG0pNcUSynbY4e_Zw0QnpOOgxqmDeo1ShkfHw3yImuYJjmMK3-9g90zuKXJdbGGKlTFFVRAwIzNRavxkFEj6wsSIbhPXHpk1sQsi8RIg2CqAgQqhPN9r6RMd9sy4dWCjYqMUmSrpxOfD7CB8ggTQb2-IvJmZnz/w640-h638/2023%2011%2002%2002.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p>When he gets home, I welcome him on my knees; he arrives tired and usually takes his first piss in my mouth. I manage to swallow everything so competently that not a drop is spilled on the carpet in the house.</p><p>Today, I realize that I have never been so full and happy in my life.</p><p>As a fagot, masochist, and submissive, this is my role and place.</p>POTEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14413445829539310030noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849905087200832702.post-71305947062048750492023-11-13T18:50:00.000-08:002023-11-13T18:50:06.636-08:00 One day, he realized that in his deep soul, he envied these miserable and handsome servants tied on the totems.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJcX9H5UTtahPqKLgQ3INKaDA1-_KQhfoqgY3DWWNiKODOOcdvnNn3CWrF9IGWyePC5qLgfutWKOGxTRVohUk_qvyBu-7k8xY98yLdQ0VP2XpiU8KYGGLDENs5b9u1BKvT5iaanUz0WgjuK_uLGntPhzAC1VqC0v_xl4lS8vw_yt-HZyzBneLMyUwWz_A1/s2953/LD%20273%2002%20TX.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2065" data-original-width="2953" height="448" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJcX9H5UTtahPqKLgQ3INKaDA1-_KQhfoqgY3DWWNiKODOOcdvnNn3CWrF9IGWyePC5qLgfutWKOGxTRVohUk_qvyBu-7k8xY98yLdQ0VP2XpiU8KYGGLDENs5b9u1BKvT5iaanUz0WgjuK_uLGntPhzAC1VqC0v_xl4lS8vw_yt-HZyzBneLMyUwWz_A1/w640-h448/LD%20273%2002%20TX.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p>Court princesses could use servants as they saw fit. It was considered suitable for their training, education, and future to know everything about sexuality and sex. That's why the noblewomen organized a section of the palace's garden so they could stroll around pleasantly, talking about issues of sexuality. This themed garden was surrounded by tall hedges, which delimited flowerbeds with sculptures, pavilions, and totems with themes relating to sexuality. Court women could take young men to serve them sexually, selected and trained to give them pleasure.</p><p>Some nobles chose some of the most gifted and handsome young men and gave them as gifts to the Garden of Delights.</p><p>Phallic totems of varying sizes, made of solid stone, were used to tie these naked boys so that they could be handled, tortured, or dissected for the pleasure or education of the court girls.</p><p>Some of the young men tied up had their dicks hard, excited by fear and nudity. Some were masturbated by the girls many times until they used up the last drop of sperm. Others were chosen to serve as sex toys in their rooms.</p><p>Some of the young men were so shocked to see others like him being whipped to death just for the amusement of the maidens that they were petrified, catatonic, and unable to plead for mercy or attempt to escape the brutal and fatal fate.</p><p>The beautiful princess in the drawing is interested in and enjoys the sexual use of whips and how men get horny when they are tortured. She placed bells on the nipples of one of her servants and blinded him to serve as her toy pony in the garden. So, riding on her blind pony, she spent entire days destroying some boys tied to totems.</p><p>So many times, she whipped her slut pony almost to death cause she was intrigued that he got a hard-on when he was whipped or when he saw or heard other men being brutally whipped. That's why she decided to make him her pet blind pony.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjmyXKXDsjyH0SCIV2vJqW2drB-PgHNZhRLsaUodwZ0qZ5Rb90RFIH1QueZhIRF5SNpT9SYb8Ck17ZI6wq0gQmoLKxBDq5Erm7UxHhVlMPabRD9HB90Sh6QQqlh5nTpBSzB2eKi4qMGIhp5_NQ-KPZPCQlnKAShdGUCe3fgGHGcuz78u_nsMDfyK6QsemT/s2953/LD%20273%2003%20noite.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2065" data-original-width="2953" height="448" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjmyXKXDsjyH0SCIV2vJqW2drB-PgHNZhRLsaUodwZ0qZ5Rb90RFIH1QueZhIRF5SNpT9SYb8Ck17ZI6wq0gQmoLKxBDq5Erm7UxHhVlMPabRD9HB90Sh6QQqlh5nTpBSzB2eKi4qMGIhp5_NQ-KPZPCQlnKAShdGUCe3fgGHGcuz78u_nsMDfyK6QsemT/w640-h448/LD%20273%2003%20noite.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div></div><div><div><br /></div><div>The boy tied to the totem on the left in the drawing is not a servant. He is from a wealthy merchant family who was sent to court to see if any princesses would marry him. He frequented the garden and got very horny seeing young men like him being whipped. He discovered that deep down in his being, he was jealous of their fate. He asked his father to give it as a gift for the garden. The father soon realized the advantages this could bring him. He requested an audience with the Duchess, and before her and the court, he undressed his son, collared the pervert, and gave him as his gift to the Garden of Delights.</div><div>The princesses placed him on the last of the totems so that he could watch with a hard-on the others being whipped to death.</div><div>Now he's happy his turn has come!</div></div>POTEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14413445829539310030noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849905087200832702.post-86223924914960461872023-10-27T08:57:00.003-07:002023-10-27T09:08:27.202-07:00Mr. Kristofer fulfilled his oldest dream.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH1rltROfTg3E682D8LiYHlWN6M4IzPzsiIVo2k9HvhL-BXLAp4bxEgOOploxpIF68zIefLlvSWFs-Xzjb_3xc4Dvx7ClBsN6e7YYiwSwZnPjxX6oqDTKmOJhwbHDN1nUqyP2wm1yl3A6vXpTEgfIm25N3sQpmNiFzLFcYe2HV8u_cKpkjgWdTLLi850WZ/s3150/23%201026%20Kristofer%2001%20M.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2217" data-original-width="3150" height="450" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH1rltROfTg3E682D8LiYHlWN6M4IzPzsiIVo2k9HvhL-BXLAp4bxEgOOploxpIF68zIefLlvSWFs-Xzjb_3xc4Dvx7ClBsN6e7YYiwSwZnPjxX6oqDTKmOJhwbHDN1nUqyP2wm1yl3A6vXpTEgfIm25N3sQpmNiFzLFcYe2HV8u_cKpkjgWdTLLi850WZ/w640-h450/23%201026%20Kristofer%2001%20M.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p>After being kidnapped by a religious group that combats pornography and homosexuality, the famous porn actor Kristofer had to be removed from the farm because, despite being tortured and humiliated, he continued to have constant erections and disturb the young people in the community. He seemed to love the humiliation and violence he suffered; the more he was beaten, the more lashes he received, and he seemed to feel even more horny!</p><p>The religious leaders gave up trying to correct the sinner; they saw that he was insatiably and tirelessly sexual and fetishistic. One of the leaders managed to find a website on the deep web that was trafficking people around the world.</p><p>The website became very interested in selling a celebrity from the gay BDSM porn world; Mr. Kristofer is known all over the world and would certainly reach a high price.</p><p>To everyone's astonishment, the highest bid at the auction came from a Turkish millionaire. He is from a very traditional and wealthy family, originally from one of the most isolated and oldest regions of the country, who invests heavily in the real estate market and the tourism industry.</p><p>The buyer lives in Istanbul but keeps it for laser and weekends at an old family estate in the Southeastern Anatolia Region on a remote historic farm with listed buildings and idyllic gardens and plantations. On the vast property, there is even a small village over 500 years old, where residents have cultivated wheat, barley, and other grains for many centuries. The family maintains the place and the community as it always was, like a dream place, where time has not changed anything.</p><p>In the center of the village, there is an old mill that has been operating for over 800 years. Since its origins, it was driven by mules and oxen or condemned by the community court. </p><p>One of the village traditions was that those who were sentenced by the court of elders or by the noble owners of the land were put to run the mill in chains and under whips.</p><p>The wealthy Turk gay thought that having Mr. Kristofer as a beast of burden at the mill would be picturesque and amusing. He had many wealthy friends like him, gay and perverted, who would love to watch that naked man with a hard dick running the mill on the weekends while they drank champagne and masturbated.</p><p>So this was our porn hero's fate, to spend his old age in a flour mill in Turkey.</p><p>On weekends, rich people invited by the Owner would go from Istanbul by helicopter to the vast property. Fucking and using Mr. Kristofer was just another of the entertainments available to the rich gays in the family.</p><p>During the weeks, the work at the mill was heavy and lasted from sunrise to sunset. The family caring for the mill used two boys to drive the beast of burden. One went ahead, pulling the beast by a rope tied to hooks that pierced the fagot's nipples. The other followed behind with a leather whip, mercilessly whipping the animal's back.</p><p>None understood English, and their dialect was incomprehensible to the old actor. The only thing they understood was that the fagot kept pushing the heavy lever of the mill, feeling terrible pain with his hard dick most of the time. The villagers came to see that this old, muscular, and hairy man took pleasure in being there naked and working all day.</p><p>The bells hanging from the mill bar rang softly and constantly all day as the mill was turned. The sound of them silenced the woman who took care of the mill and came down to punish the boys with the same whip that they wielded so well.</p><p>The boys and other men from the community used to go to the mill to get the best blowjobs and fuck the most beautiful ass, with the most comprehensive and softest ass in the region.</p><p>Every night the mill's beast of burden was fucked, during the week by peasants and on weekends by Turkish millionaires.</p><p>One of them, who spoke fluent English, talked to Mr. Kristofer while fucking him violently.</p><p>- Dude, I have a lot of videos of you on my laptop, and I've always dreamed of fucking you like this, with cruelty and strength, like a bitch on all fours chained and hurt by the whip! I'm making one of my oldest dreams come true!</p><p>Mr. Kristofer, there, under the Turk that was hurting him, whispered.</p><p>- Me too. This life is one of my oldest dreams, too!</p><p><br /></p><p>The first post in this series is at this link:</p><p>https://bdsmmaledrawings.blogspot.com/2022/09/mr-kristofer-was-stripped-chained.html</p>POTEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14413445829539310030noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849905087200832702.post-85062194746156664122023-10-24T20:12:00.004-07:002024-02-03T14:16:01.625-08:00The day of the auction.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6bpLjYuSWT4erMNkO_WyDseKGruDTJqWnv6KNNuk1zTnVieLYZKWZjWVSIiJqQIDNblntwZskhvSCaBRCztabTFMUD6g6WB6lvuERkWL4GnJz0mMsbICWsbeo34Epm2kO_rRgZ7P9svL9mD_Ku3YyoXvn_qF4BwnNid0C6zXQ3sIOFyqGZ5JKvbL-Z30_/s2008/LD%20272%2001%20mm.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1674" data-original-width="2008" height="534" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6bpLjYuSWT4erMNkO_WyDseKGruDTJqWnv6KNNuk1zTnVieLYZKWZjWVSIiJqQIDNblntwZskhvSCaBRCztabTFMUD6g6WB6lvuERkWL4GnJz0mMsbICWsbeo34Epm2kO_rRgZ7P9svL9mD_Ku3YyoXvn_qF4BwnNid0C6zXQ3sIOFyqGZ5JKvbL-Z30_/w640-h534/LD%20272%2001%20mm.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="text-indent: 0cm;">The masochistic and submissive fagot HB
wants, with all his strength, to be destroyed by a genuinely sadistic Owner.
For years, he has been looking for someone to accept a pervert fag like him. He
knows he's not worth much; his flabby body won't arouse desire or affection
from normal gay dominators; he knows he's not worth anything anyway.</span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0cm; text-indent: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">That's why he was looking online for people who
traded slut slaves like him, for sadists who would pay for it. A group of young
dominators in the Czech Republic</span><span style="text-indent: 0cm;">, viral and well-known among BDSM gays, said they could
sell him, as long as he was displayed in an online auction they run, for their
followers and regular customers.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0cm; text-indent: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">They would keep the sale price and hand it to the
best bidder. They announced on Twitter that they would sell an old fag into
actual slavery, with no return, and could be tortured without limits or
slaughtered by the buyer.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0cm; text-indent: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">HB arrived in Prague two days before the
sale, and for two days, he was used by the boys who whipped, tortured, and
fucked him to "learn about the qualities" of the animal they had
sold; it was what they called a fag test drive.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0cm; text-indent: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">The boys used their cell phones for the
auction, and at the agreed time, they had more than 500 online followers
watching the bid live. Before the auction started, they made the pervert
swallow several pills and injected something into his ass.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0cm; text-indent: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">H was initially presented dressed in a
shirt and slacks and undressed on camera to show that he was a real guy who was
willingly selling himself. They showed the buyer his documents and gave all his
details online.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0cm; text-indent: 0cm;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCUSri7be_tb_uCF21Y7Q97w2rpGiVz2C8NeNKcIHvjRMvu2lQu76TJfLD7GdJ429uzJyOXVY8xrKNdXK80Rnf4f5ijFyVeddjmJhbmseeYM0hC4G_RNWI-sAsItAOOMhsSYetBFXwpB4sJXPdFPV7QJv1D5KKSIVMkQruXLusbcLNrUnxRuA21TQYb7MJ/s2424/LD%20272%2001%20det.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2424" data-original-width="2424" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCUSri7be_tb_uCF21Y7Q97w2rpGiVz2C8NeNKcIHvjRMvu2lQu76TJfLD7GdJ429uzJyOXVY8xrKNdXK80Rnf4f5ijFyVeddjmJhbmseeYM0hC4G_RNWI-sAsItAOOMhsSYetBFXwpB4sJXPdFPV7QJv1D5KKSIVMkQruXLusbcLNrUnxRuA21TQYb7MJ/w640-h640/LD%20272%2001%20det.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><br /></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0cm; text-indent: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">They put HB on his knees and started the auction by making him suck one of the guys who covered his face in cum. To show that the old man was an experienced and competent cocksucker.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0cm; text-indent: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Then, they stuck an iron in his dick to show
the size of his dick erect. While one of the boys tightened a collar around his
neck, the other began to crush and twist one of the fag's nipples with force
and sadism. The pain was immense; the boy was powerful and squeezed the pliers
mercilessly. HB felt his body tremble and his dick pulse excitedly;
suddenly, a squirt of cum came out with great force, escaping between the iron
and his rock-hard penis! The camera filmed the ejaculation, and followers
enjoyed seeing the pain exciting the perverted slave.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0cm; text-indent: 0cm;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmfUEtpGl7B3q1NlBsfMM9lJi_d_FRhu7_Ol6_Ajl8N7YtRFbdqepygLE4zQq1V-yhj0R7vcfOqn3ZqQUEgn9eBTDzJfAxSOaWkq_R4wwytf2tFVj9Im7z8m041Hw3h3W6a8x8HlLnlVTnghIAzvIV0v5g1ApxKb3LkW2z-6PHofNcHjxo0-JPYuX795_0/s3742/LD%20272%2001%20det%203.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3226" data-original-width="3742" height="552" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmfUEtpGl7B3q1NlBsfMM9lJi_d_FRhu7_Ol6_Ajl8N7YtRFbdqepygLE4zQq1V-yhj0R7vcfOqn3ZqQUEgn9eBTDzJfAxSOaWkq_R4wwytf2tFVj9Im7z8m041Hw3h3W6a8x8HlLnlVTnghIAzvIV0v5g1ApxKb3LkW2z-6PHofNcHjxo0-JPYuX795_0/w640-h552/LD%20272%2001%20det%203.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><br /></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0cm; text-indent: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Afterward, for hours, his nipples were cruelly
injured. At the same time, HB repeated to the audience on the boys' cell
phone everything they had announced, all the forms of torture and mutilation he
accepted to suffer.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0cm; text-indent: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">He accepted that all his bones would be broken,
that his teeth, his nipples, his lips, his nose, his fingers, his tongue, and
his eyes could be brutally ripped out.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0cm; text-indent: 0cm;">That his hands and feet could be cut off, he accepted red-hot tongs and rods, acid, and skinning. </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0cm; text-indent: 0cm;"><span style="text-indent: 0cm;">He continued speaking his text while signing
the documents with authorizations for each form of destruction. He only saw the
light on his face and felt short of breath as the collar was getting tighter
and tighter, suffocating him. At the same time, the big boy with the pliers
continued pinching, crushing, and twisting several pieces of his chest with
great force, cruelty, and violence.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0cm; text-indent: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Sometimes, HB stopped reading the text, as
he almost passed out from pain and shortness of breath. Then, in the middle of
the auction, he just passed out.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0cm; text-indent: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">He woke up feeling a lot of pain from the
wounds on his chest. He lost track of time, he didn't know how long he had been
unconscious, and when he understood where and how he was, he realized that he
was face down on the floor with his wrists tied behind his back and being
fucked hard by the big boy.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0cm; text-indent: 0cm;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNG01itqGEF71mcopoEf59atsV4hL94C73NPhalvl1ZyKHN5HuZnKIidyFk_i5TvZrXdHJ49eyz8gb3GXj9ZwtSPkAD2hevm_Kk4VyqPdQ3cWgoZi_gA-XUXo4E4Gm9tCt2at6OdeTQB4pz6Grxop-OYeeDd7tVnGGuqLl7npwFZ2uq69CPkU0HhKpOqBi/s2063/LD%20272%2001%20det%202%202.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1782" data-original-width="2063" height="552" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNG01itqGEF71mcopoEf59atsV4hL94C73NPhalvl1ZyKHN5HuZnKIidyFk_i5TvZrXdHJ49eyz8gb3GXj9ZwtSPkAD2hevm_Kk4VyqPdQ3cWgoZi_gA-XUXo4E4Gm9tCt2at6OdeTQB4pz6Grxop-OYeeDd7tVnGGuqLl7npwFZ2uq69CPkU0HhKpOqBi/w640-h552/LD%20272%2001%20det%202%202.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><br /></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0cm; text-indent: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">HB asked the boys, with his face and injured
chest rubbing the floor: <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0cm; text-indent: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">-Did you manage to sell me?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0cm; text-indent: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">The boy who was fucking him, holding him by the
hair, replied: <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0cm; text-indent: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">- Yes, we did it, you piece of shit, the cost
wasn't much, but in three weeks, we'll send you to Australia. The owner of a
workshop in Brisbane bought you and said he would have a barbecue with your old
carcass!<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0cm; text-indent: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">- Besides your money and the money the guy will
pay, we agreed that we would stay with you for this time here just to have fun
torturing and fucking you. Besides, some of our clients here in the city paid
to use and torture you during these days.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0cm; text-indent: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">HB breathed a sigh of relief and happiness,
simply closed his eyes, and felt his body receiving the thrusts of the boy who
was fucking him; he came happily, imagining everything that would happen to
him, his dream finally coming true.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0cm; text-indent: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">The second part of this post is at this link
below:<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0cm; text-indent: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">https://bdsmmaledrawings.blogspot.com/2023/10/a-drawing-for-perverted-and-masochistic.html</span></p>POTEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14413445829539310030noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849905087200832702.post-42311220566207532052023-10-17T12:55:00.009-07:002023-10-17T14:02:45.667-07:00In this drawing, my sister and I are riding beasts through the fields of one of our farms. <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPYtBrLhr27QH5AMBIeCGdjOmok11f9J0z60-wTldnIQaro3Mq_pAkPk_gIDjnQC4vtDkFyCPdFawuoNHdAwR6f510PHpyY0OucazdPm5PPSIjQQETVfuctKAL-3wf30XN5aodnPLvDOO7nVZxPZuuqwNQjYHTjGJxfeLQkfkH73-4BasUqHu5pkEVG-qb/s1890/23%2010%2017%2002%20M.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1890" data-original-width="1324" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPYtBrLhr27QH5AMBIeCGdjOmok11f9J0z60-wTldnIQaro3Mq_pAkPk_gIDjnQC4vtDkFyCPdFawuoNHdAwR6f510PHpyY0OucazdPm5PPSIjQQETVfuctKAL-3wf30XN5aodnPLvDOO7nVZxPZuuqwNQjYHTjGJxfeLQkfkH73-4BasUqHu5pkEVG-qb/w448-h640/23%2010%2017%2002%20M.jpg" width="448" /></a></div><br /> With the improvement of neoliberal capitalism and the elimination of all institutional and legal barriers to the free market, the world found a long phase of development and wealth like never before. <p></p><p>Slavery was legalized in all countries; people could now be officially registered as human beasts. The laws were clear: "HU" beasts could not be humanized again, and the reduction was irreversible and definitive.</p><p>HU beasts are not protected by any law or right; not even laws that protect animals apply to these brute and despicable beings; they are just things to be used and discarded without limits.</p><p>This new law solved many illegal migrants, homeless, and needy people who disturbed order and generated police and environmental problems. Finally, they were incorporated into production chains to generate wealth as enslaved workers, herds for producing blood and organs for transplants, or even livestock for slaughter and production of milk and meat. </p><p>Farms for breeding HU beasts have prospered in all nations. Advanced veterinary care for these beasts allowed the development of breeds more adapted to heavy work, more muscular, larger, and more docile. Other smaller breeds were developed for work in tunnels, underground pipes, wells, and maintenance of large machines. More lustful and permanently horny breeds were created for all types of prostitution and sexual diversions.</p><p>Any human can be enslaved either for having committed crimes or for debts, so there are no more problems of crime or poverty in our cities! Families could sell children to generate income or because they are unwanted. With the legalization of all forms of slavery, the number of voluntary slaves was also surprising; most were perverted fagots who volunteered for slavery out of simple sexual perversion or to pay off their families' debts.</p><p>My family gets rich by raising and selling different types of HU beasts for different types of work. I grew up having several of these animals in our home. In this drawing, my sister and I are riding beasts through the fields of one of our farms. </p><p>I, like some of my uncles and cousins, prefer to ride beasts that were once people born human, especially those reduced by poverty or debt as adults.</p><p>This type of beast, as soon as it is enslaved, usually has its vocal cords cut, and even if they receive high doses of hormones and steroids, they do not lose that sad, melancholy, and resigned look to slavery. They maintain a particular shame throughout their lives due to nudity and humiliation, which I find charming and makes me horny. </p><p>These two riding beasts still moan and cry when whipped and fucked.</p><p>I love seeing them crying sad!</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWNzY7670VIgW7RjWZq74c2YP_raWE7UXly4ArYvO_OnW7yoXbMtNadsbXXaPWZI87R7Wo1KKq5_xl-Fd2pnKxfzcFsqqhQ0Xdz8ze6x3VRCOOK_zckAhuKYeQxanzpzEHBnN9mdO1ZzZmPo0cPbuFCoR5nM8u3SWy7Rq8XdiJHNK1i7286vtfddY2qccG/s1371/23%2010%2017%2002%20ALT%20det.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1371" data-original-width="1371" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWNzY7670VIgW7RjWZq74c2YP_raWE7UXly4ArYvO_OnW7yoXbMtNadsbXXaPWZI87R7Wo1KKq5_xl-Fd2pnKxfzcFsqqhQ0Xdz8ze6x3VRCOOK_zckAhuKYeQxanzpzEHBnN9mdO1ZzZmPo0cPbuFCoR5nM8u3SWy7Rq8XdiJHNK1i7286vtfddY2qccG/w640-h640/23%2010%2017%2002%20ALT%20det.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>POTEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14413445829539310030noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849905087200832702.post-76820866458032778352023-10-07T16:38:00.008-07:002024-02-03T14:07:05.253-08:00A drawing for a perverted and masochistic friend!<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQElJudv1CtuRZtY6-SMxBDz5sb3lm3lTH33POCwgMWpB1VfJTZlUcjFdIwWHWDB_Ya2nVcBqp2_csmWYz4QC6zbETgmcmea215NxfNrtybtfBE0ly1fMFc303KkoPtnddKx7EMxc0ICJkzIWOILK0o7zmCC08q-1zv4s8ZHBn0cbImSDwSPs6r8XlP-Jx/s1699/LD%20271%2002%20G%202.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1699" data-original-width="1699" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQElJudv1CtuRZtY6-SMxBDz5sb3lm3lTH33POCwgMWpB1VfJTZlUcjFdIwWHWDB_Ya2nVcBqp2_csmWYz4QC6zbETgmcmea215NxfNrtybtfBE0ly1fMFc303KkoPtnddKx7EMxc0ICJkzIWOILK0o7zmCC08q-1zv4s8ZHBn0cbImSDwSPs6r8XlP-Jx/w640-h640/LD%20271%2002%20G%202.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>When I made the last few posts, an old fagot called HB, very masochistic and submissive, showed me his posts in which he sought to find someone who would use his old, flaccid body in the most brutal and fatal ways. He dreams of someone violently wrecking him with sadism and cruelty.</div><div><br /></div><div>This is the post he regularly shares on his Twitter profile.</div><div><br /></div><div>So, I kindly offered him these drawings, showing his dream coming true. A rich guy who owns a medium-sized industry decided to take this old fagot and have fun at his expense, making his dreams come true.</div><div><div>He is part of a group of sadistic dominators who were looking for the opportunity to honestly and without limits torture some truly masochistic fagot.</div><div><br /></div></div><div>HB was overjoyed, surprised, and stunned to find someone who wanted to use him; within a week, he arrived at the airport of his savior tormentor. </div><div>They took him directly to the factory far from the city's edge. They ripped off the older man's clothes and handed him to a group of cruel guys to be beaten, tortured, and gang-raped. There were days of relentless beatings, torture, and sexual abuse.</div><div>His throat was destroyed by hard, thick cocks thrust repeatedly until he choked. His jaw was dislocated from so many fucks and punches and slaps in the face. His anus was enlarged by countless rapes, penetrated by cocks, fists, rods, and tubes of varying diameters.</div><div>His nipples were crushed by bites and pliers and burned by blowtorches, soldering irons, and cigarettes.</div><div>His body was whipped, burned, and tortured in the most painful and violent ways; however, during all these days, the perv fagot only moaned with lust and pleasure. At no point did he ask for mercy or protest against the abuse. Sometimes, he closed his eyes and enjoyed the excitement when his nipples were crushed and burned. He howled excitedly and horny when the whips ripped his back!</div><div>He sucked the cocks placed in his mouth eagerly, enthusiastically, drinking all the cum and licking the cocks insatiably.</div><div>All the boys who beat him saw the pleasure and excitement the old fagot felt from the pain, abuse, and humiliation.</div><div>When the old whore managed to say something, when his mouth wasn't sucking the cock of one of the executioners, he screamed, begging: Hit harder, you can hit without mercy, that's what I want, that's what this perverted old whore deserves and likes!</div><div>The factory owner showed the class the post H shared on the internet. They tried to fulfill each of the perverted fagot's requests. They pulled out some of his teeth with pliers and all of his nails, broke his nose, tore off his ears with pliers, ground, and burned his nipples with a hot iron.</div><div>However, they left his eyes so he could see everything he suffered, and they did not castrate him because they enjoyed watching him have erections and ejaculate many times during the torture. One of the boys milked him many times to see how much cum that older fag could ejaculate. After over twenty times, he gave up on masturbating the insatiable pervert.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm3FtcL_idDMdielTdaxdKBYfntLfbIHwh_Lgzn9nPRRZQ_vDQnmCNT1CdqjKfIBt5GrL76y_jNJDcsZFB-zk-i84ClHiBLvOnlo2IbFNaY9ZnDSnd1lUDGhly3OzhqNewYrCOVMPAWfJP1ILmN9EHA-Hb04ChPH5NV_mZ5R6NWey-j-7FRQdXoABk7JZU/s2362/LD%20271%2002%20M.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1698" data-original-width="2362" height="460" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm3FtcL_idDMdielTdaxdKBYfntLfbIHwh_Lgzn9nPRRZQ_vDQnmCNT1CdqjKfIBt5GrL76y_jNJDcsZFB-zk-i84ClHiBLvOnlo2IbFNaY9ZnDSnd1lUDGhly3OzhqNewYrCOVMPAWfJP1ILmN9EHA-Hb04ChPH5NV_mZ5R6NWey-j-7FRQdXoABk7JZU/w640-h460/LD%20271%2002%20M.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div>It was a week of violent pleasure for the insane and insatiable queer. He didn't eat anything; he was fed by sperm and drank the piss of the cruel executioners; he lost about ten kilos in a few days.</div><div>Over the weekend, they placed an iron bar on his back and tied his neck, arms and legs, and his scrotum to the bar. Then, they used a small crane to take him to the bar for the barbecue.</div><div>When H saw that he was being taken to be placed over the burning fire, he came once more. Speaking with difficulty due to his dislocated jaw, missing teeth, and destroyed throat, he still moaned: thank you guys! Thanks guys! Thank you very much, guys!</div><div>And then he blacked out.</div><p></p>POTEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14413445829539310030noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849905087200832702.post-83039422386582729862023-09-28T19:43:00.000-07:002023-09-28T19:43:18.465-07:00It wasn't a moan of despair or pain; it seemed to be a moan of ecstasy and pleasure.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7MnFvvIQJpRM0om0XfFtB7eTRr2XMLmn7JiWThkMLoDdVq9VJS6uazvx5A26l_v912JwQjpVNZtC8eceShoiERlPjFatrTPiH4SOszd7sieTt0bOo3DVDS8oN18OAI9ixTn0awlEY_x0DaKnG6iuyM90vXgP_EnJ2Psbqd0lJNo7dR0LGF9dK-i1_ShsN/s3150/LD%20270%201%20alt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2109" data-original-width="3150" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7MnFvvIQJpRM0om0XfFtB7eTRr2XMLmn7JiWThkMLoDdVq9VJS6uazvx5A26l_v912JwQjpVNZtC8eceShoiERlPjFatrTPiH4SOszd7sieTt0bOo3DVDS8oN18OAI9ixTn0awlEY_x0DaKnG6iuyM90vXgP_EnJ2Psbqd0lJNo7dR0LGF9dK-i1_ShsN/w640-h428/LD%20270%201%20alt.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p>This post continues the previous one.</p><p>https://bdsmmaledrawings.blogspot.com/2023/08/i-let-him-spend-night-there-tied-up.html</p><p>This image shows minutes before the fagot boy passed out and before he blacked out for good. When I, his father, and his brothers and cousins took him to the barbecue, we ensured he was awake and conscious to watch the scene. </p><p>The Germans who hired the boy to be turned into a long pig wanted him to be roasted alive and conscious for as long as possible in front of them.</p><p>I believe that all of us, even the boy, wanted it to be like this. We were all aware that this was the cathartic, ecstatic moment, seeing it on the grill over a lit fire, roasting it as slowly as possible.</p><p>One of his brothers stood next to him, taking care of his head, pouring glasses of water over his head so that he would remain conscious for as long as possible. The brother stroked his head affectionately as if he wanted to calm down and comfort the pig while roasting. A cousin used two thick and long steel skewers to play with the faggot's dick. Before placing the slut on the grill, we tied the base of his dick so that it would be hard. I believed that roasted this way, though, would look better on the decorated platter. When his cousin rubbed the steel skewers against its dick, the perv seemed to ejaculate and cum one last time.</p><p>So that the pig wouldn't vomit the fillings I stuffed into him the day before, we kept the gag closing his mouth. He couldn't say anything, but over the fire, he moaned loudly. It wasn't a moan of despair or pain, but strangely, it seemed to be a moan of ecstasy and pleasure. The creepy moved sensually as if rubbing himself against the grill and iron skewers, trying to stimulate himself sexually.</p><p>While he was dying, the Germans masturbated and watched; they came many times. I can say that I and his relatives felt enormous pleasure in making that bitch dance lascivious on the fire.</p><p>The pig sweat, tears and sperm mixed with the spices, butter, and sauces I poured over him would soon be bursting into golden bubbles, transforming his leather into tasty and aromatic crunchy cracklings.</p><p>He died on the grill in less than fifteen minutes, but the scene was fantastically sexy and exciting for everyone.</p><p>I am convinced that not only our German customers but his entire family were very satisfied with the tenderness and flavor of the meat served.</p><p>I was paid well, but I felt so much pleasure and satisfaction that I could have baked it for free.</p>POTEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14413445829539310030noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849905087200832702.post-1560764677815207312023-09-22T07:49:00.007-07:002023-09-22T07:49:52.524-07:00Our shared sex toy.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIYLkNfLatJqYeIFzDfSniM7ykfU4KP-rpSdbkZSRVW_k2XlnICTQ_dtYS0_HAUgxeTwy0Aa2wUm_uJcnKhZ9-LzrEv8osHQhOKoEmAGlcgFsYwmCDP9bcml7jCMCLUYVjwlSAgtyC8sZAEkoNwcML_IoTdqYHIo2_t5ZLheCwtnntye5X6IAgBMdyyN-Q/s3487/CA110%2001M.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2440" data-original-width="3487" height="448" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIYLkNfLatJqYeIFzDfSniM7ykfU4KP-rpSdbkZSRVW_k2XlnICTQ_dtYS0_HAUgxeTwy0Aa2wUm_uJcnKhZ9-LzrEv8osHQhOKoEmAGlcgFsYwmCDP9bcml7jCMCLUYVjwlSAgtyC8sZAEkoNwcML_IoTdqYHIo2_t5ZLheCwtnntye5X6IAgBMdyyN-Q/w640-h448/CA110%2001M.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p>We met years ago through gay BDSM apps. He sought some sadistic dominator and dreamed of being kept in permanent and irreversible captivity. A friend of mine, a sadist, is a partner in a transport company with garages and warehouses in various parts of the city's outskirts. He said he had a small, unused mechanic shop that no one had been to for many years.</p><p>I organized with this friend and three other sadistic colleagues to keep the shit fagot chained in this place for shared use. We have the keys to the site; we can go there and do whatever we want with the opportunities we get. We are all married, heterosexual men with families, good incomes, and friends. The fag appears to be a guy of Arab origin with a big nose, very hairy and ugly. He must be around 30 years old, not tall, fat, and bald, with a beautiful, thick, and big dick and beautiful, soft balls hanging from a big scrotum.</p><p>This arrangement has been working very well for over seven years!</p><p>I picked him up when he arrived at the bus station in our city; I took him straight to the garage. I undressed him, chained him, and burned his clothes and documents. I didn't want to know his name, story, or voice. We agree that he must always remain silent and learn not to say anything anymore. His mouth is just for sucking our dicks and swallowing whatever we tell him to swallow, be it dog food, piss, or shit. He sucks very well; with affection, passion, and competence, he swallows all the cum without spilling a single drop. Our cum seems to be his favorite food.</p><p>I learned that he can bare different types of torture very well; he moans, cries, sweats and writhes, and even faints, but he has horny, has many erections, and cums while I crush his nipples or balls. He has excellent healing; the wounds we open on his back with the whips bleed extensively but heal quickly.</p><p>The slut is our perfect sex toy; he obeys meekly and accepts everything to please us. My toy partners and I have taken many other colleagues, friends, and curious people to abuse and play with it. For me, it's easier to use it in the middle of the afternoon on workdays; I can stay there for two or three hours fucking, being sucked, and crushing its nipples in between visiting a client or supplier. One of my partners gets his friends together to "play cards," they all tell their wives that they are at the other's house and spend the night testing whips and practicing whipping the fagot until the walls of the workshop are covered in stains from the blood that splashes.</p><p>A friend of mine went with me on a "visit" while I cruelly crushed the pervert's nipples; my friend had fun burning the faggot's penis with cigarettes and cigars. Some of the burns were so severe that they left a permanent mark, but while he held his penis to burn it, the fagot came and ejaculated a lot! I don't know if he was moaning with desperation or with lust.</p><p>One day, this friend, who enjoys CBT, found a big industrial battery in the corner of the garage that automotive workshops have for charging truck or bus batteries. And it still worked! We spent hours attaching the electrical clips to the faggot's tits, dick, balls, and tongue, testing different voltages and ways of making him suffer. He had convulsions, shook a lot, and then stiffened, becoming stiff and tense with his eyes wide open. The bitch pissed and shit without control; we had a lot of fun with the new torture instrument.</p><p>Sometimes, a perv toy goes days or weeks without any visit or use. That's why we leave pots of food and water within his reach. We agreed that when we left the warehouse, we would always leave it chained with its hands behind him so he couldn't touch himself. He is chained so that he can only crawl; he has learned to eat like a pig without using his hands.</p><p>His ass was still narrow when we started using it. One of the partners began to insert increasingly wider dildos, stretching his anus. The garage owner pays one of his employees to clean the place, wash his clothes, and shave his hair once a month. It seems that the guy who does the service also uses our toy, but okay, we don't see a problem with that.</p><p>I don't know how this situation will end. I know it will end one day, but I will miss having a toy to use freely, without worries or fears. Even though I can only use it once or twice a week, even when I'm at home on the couch with the family watching TV at night, I get a hard-on remembering that that piece of shit is there, naked and chained to the dirty, hard, cold, dirty garage floor waiting for me.</p>POTEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14413445829539310030noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849905087200832702.post-62308654764300055072023-09-15T19:21:00.003-07:002023-09-15T19:21:32.996-07:00I was chosen to be one of those who serve as the collective bitches.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8q-CKbEpZfYhQSfWQi-nzA6rnmOsb0F4MlULyLoyzE43tRxYZTXOGtxZMooHMl2tRi29QOOkqxnxc8cOQXlpMeOVCmQkbS3fgbh1dQE51FiNk8W6cddKpNRJUiPzeVy_btVdDUHNNBZhKzpNtPlYnJhJJnHIN20nrZfjG0Kgtra5BIlr1ODIVf_1pLRhB/s1772/2023%2008%2025%2004%20det%2001.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1772" data-original-width="1772" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8q-CKbEpZfYhQSfWQi-nzA6rnmOsb0F4MlULyLoyzE43tRxYZTXOGtxZMooHMl2tRi29QOOkqxnxc8cOQXlpMeOVCmQkbS3fgbh1dQE51FiNk8W6cddKpNRJUiPzeVy_btVdDUHNNBZhKzpNtPlYnJhJJnHIN20nrZfjG0Kgtra5BIlr1ODIVf_1pLRhB/w640-h640/2023%2008%2025%2004%20det%2001.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>I had been sold ten years ago; after being sentenced in court for debts, I lost all rights as a free man and became a slave, an animal without dignity or hope. When they stripped me naked, cut my hair, and put me in front of the cameras at the virtual auction, I had no idea who would buy me.</div><div>I hope the proceeds saved my family from debt; my wife didn't want our eldest son to be sold. I don't think I'll ever know what happened to them or see them again.</div><div>I was sent to my buyer blindfolded and handcuffed; I felt utterly lost without knowing where I was going or my fate.</div><div>As soon as I arrived, I was incorporated into the herd, into a large group of enslaved people who worked the fields. It was a large organic farm which heavily used slave labor. Groups of foremen armed with machine guns, whips, and electric batons motivated us to maintain the pace of work all day without rest.</div><div>In the early years, I couldn't keep up with the others, was very out of shape, wasn't used to heavy manual work, and received several whips and blows throughout the day.</div><div>At the end of the afternoon on my first day, when we returned to the farmhouse, some foremen removed me from the group and hung me by my arms from the high branches of a leafy tree until I could no longer reach the ground with my feet.</div><div>The pain of being there with all my weight on the ropes crushing my wrists was already suffering, but soon, two approached with a long leather whip.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaJBm9EP5nf1dVX70frTwobZxyRyODZ_An2K_2JwedkXD6oDM7KVHdLdTmCmCwfroQcvYv6CQnt67Kx-SH6Nr3NRhtBJbxqh5NyZD7affYqgQDVx_ZJwwzxQziltSqsRGs6duKadL4bGAaWoiAfuY-7laaA0171RYIsndFsgr4limRTQVmHXLz2sQfzj1S/s1772/2023%2008%2025%2002%20DET%2001.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1772" data-original-width="1772" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaJBm9EP5nf1dVX70frTwobZxyRyODZ_An2K_2JwedkXD6oDM7KVHdLdTmCmCwfroQcvYv6CQnt67Kx-SH6Nr3NRhtBJbxqh5NyZD7affYqgQDVx_ZJwwzxQziltSqsRGs6duKadL4bGAaWoiAfuY-7laaA0171RYIsndFsgr4limRTQVmHXLz2sQfzj1S/w640-h640/2023%2008%2025%2002%20DET%2001.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">I was whipped hundreds of times, calmly and cruelly, until my entire body was covered in purple, red, and black welts. When the whip stopped cutting the air and my body when my screams and the cracks of the whip stopped, I was stunned, but I noticed that most enslaved people had hard cocks. The foremen lowered the ropes so I could stand, and the slaves were organized in a line so that each of them fucked me before being taken to their cages. I can't say that they all fucked me, but I can guarantee that many of them, dozens, raped me and filled me with their cum.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBpV8mWHFJBJmVvaOOszQ9jvw0z76-sBOlAlCt0k1YVkilnE-OaKoYGcMSXVtPbt06-3--chYQGqvmjZD_1zGiWT0niyz5LLow7HZCBd_G9E7dtTBhvR3JLxiCoNioj4NACclt4Y1ekRP1um5Z0c2QptNuu336MxtXZHxYxjFIIuccPRufrEoPBfAg7UUi/s1772/2023%2008%2025%2003%20DET%201.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1619" data-original-width="1772" height="584" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBpV8mWHFJBJmVvaOOszQ9jvw0z76-sBOlAlCt0k1YVkilnE-OaKoYGcMSXVtPbt06-3--chYQGqvmjZD_1zGiWT0niyz5LLow7HZCBd_G9E7dtTBhvR3JLxiCoNioj4NACclt4Y1ekRP1um5Z0c2QptNuu336MxtXZHxYxjFIIuccPRufrEoPBfAg7UUi/w640-h584/2023%2008%2025%2003%20DET%201.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">Then, when I thought nothing more could be done to destroy me, the workers came and made me suck all the dicks that wore pants on the farm. When I choked or tried to remove any penis from my mouth, I was beaten so violently that all I could do was suck as competently as possible, most affectionately and gently I could, each of the executioners' cocks.</div></div><div>I must have done an excellent job because, in these ten years that I have been here trying to survive the daily hard work and all the violence and humiliation, at least once a month, once every four weeks, I have been hung from trees, whipped, raped and abused. Like a bitch used by all the males on the farm. Not all slaves go through this monthly rite, some never went through it, but around 30 of us were selected as collective bitches.</div></div></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg78Ccy0stqG11nkE_d_-YGgijNWvDjgrIRjB3JIei2suWsKw7iUvGMdftPtYaeKRtauDPtdMHOPgvmCRv3WlkyebhF9sn5Sv55VCNGMeJkv3HjgvualMcCpANUDRuJ8K8MSMRL8GQii4a3HzXDRKN6T8N8S3kCY_8agBX3wEbrFXS2iMc5Ad8B850ikPY/s4610/2023%2008%2025%2003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2849" data-original-width="4610" height="396" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg78Ccy0stqG11nkE_d_-YGgijNWvDjgrIRjB3JIei2suWsKw7iUvGMdftPtYaeKRtauDPtdMHOPgvmCRv3WlkyebhF9sn5Sv55VCNGMeJkv3HjgvualMcCpANUDRuJ8K8MSMRL8GQii4a3HzXDRKN6T8N8S3kCY_8agBX3wEbrFXS2iMc5Ad8B850ikPY/w640-h396/2023%2008%2025%2003.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div><div><div>When I'm not the slut, nor am I in the ward recovering, every day I watch horny, with my hard dick, another fag slave go through the same sequence of whippings and violence. Then I get in line and rape the fag of the day with strength, desire, and lust.</div><div>This daily exercise of violence and humiliation awakens in each of us sadism and the complete lack of solidarity and compassion among slaves. It shows daily that each of us is just a despicable, disgusting bitch to be used by everyone else without mercy.</div><div>I can say that I love and get horny seeing slaves moaning and squirming while the whip rips them apart and that I love raping them after the spankings. However, I can say that with experience, what I like most is when I'm the bitch hung, whipped, and raped, I'm the one who sucks with the most affection and lust to thank each foreman who taught me what I really am.</div></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKn-wOzvB-aPPb59nHfL5-wvETnnMcPhjp1WQisPeeLRspGwPSk7cRfeSpdppqANXtoMNozgZQQPkD36UKk1RRMsHn7XyxzWPs0ggF_9A3LCrbFeZ4ELe8YBTpn9CVyBZbT9OCSkV54TloyZ5AkgFUj7Bjx_uCwElUThe4ujk6K4iOeUCZ9kW5MU9gOzok/s2285/2023%2008%2025%2005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2285" data-original-width="2285" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKn-wOzvB-aPPb59nHfL5-wvETnnMcPhjp1WQisPeeLRspGwPSk7cRfeSpdppqANXtoMNozgZQQPkD36UKk1RRMsHn7XyxzWPs0ggF_9A3LCrbFeZ4ELe8YBTpn9CVyBZbT9OCSkV54TloyZ5AkgFUj7Bjx_uCwElUThe4ujk6K4iOeUCZ9kW5MU9gOzok/w640-h640/2023%2008%2025%2005.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>POTEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14413445829539310030noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849905087200832702.post-13972389597335773302023-08-25T10:29:00.003-07:002023-08-25T10:29:33.141-07:00I think he was the happiest of all of us. Second part.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAGa1Ssfd9OldGhyYvVyRqV0ki1fyFREWpkgpDTDLPTPU2Pi8a_KJ6CLYFayIt4zAVc_C8YSLxU6YDuVLs7KUb3Qg9HwqCwfhLzjENPqrkcI9gI2fiGB0BzMz4mvPZ3BUBS_79y4QMjwM3AR1oO_X6iCuxrrTnN1kh1lcurXU4jcB4YI9JyVGgAgVm-C_8/s3459/LD%20269%2002%20M.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2434" data-original-width="3459" height="450" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAGa1Ssfd9OldGhyYvVyRqV0ki1fyFREWpkgpDTDLPTPU2Pi8a_KJ6CLYFayIt4zAVc_C8YSLxU6YDuVLs7KUb3Qg9HwqCwfhLzjENPqrkcI9gI2fiGB0BzMz4mvPZ3BUBS_79y4QMjwM3AR1oO_X6iCuxrrTnN1kh1lcurXU4jcB4YI9JyVGgAgVm-C_8/w640-h450/LD%20269%2002%20M.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p>My father used to say that when he and his brothers went out with the herds of goats to take them to the pastures to eat, it was enough for them to go far enough away from the house so that the adults wouldn't see them anymore because that queer brother would already take off all his clothes. He put the collar around his neck as if he were one of the goats in the herd.</p><p>When he started to do that, the other kids joked around, treating him with mockery and meanness as if he were a goat, and he accepted the jokes without complaining, walking around on all fours and naked the whole time.</p><p>But the goats of the herd were also used by the older boys for juvenile sex. The bigger boys fucked the goats and gave them their penises to lick. It was they who discovered the most effective uses for the goat brother. Soon he knew how every boy in the village liked to be blown, and they all knew every crease in his asshole. For years, the village's favorite goat was a secret only for adults, as all the boys and young men knew very well how to use this particular goat.</p>POTEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14413445829539310030noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849905087200832702.post-35307656088678808482023-08-14T17:27:00.005-07:002023-08-14T18:14:04.012-07:00I let him spend the night there, tied up, sweating the better to absorb all the spices and sauces.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVzDxvnrS6NC88ljU2kuD3EVMd2kBUzyaUrSNJ9TFGw1SXuH7O9sIe8-_gAOBr7h_jv70ZdQU8EG2tznu1-PIa1T4rO4qdsmn08GPRph5VYsthiqRLXqjfop9KCXZ50HyyZTc2gdfiOrq2fk5gT4PIsoiwBuGWLgtS8nrN1EpkKlCxm5PhIHi31J30clQg/s3307/LD%20268%2003%20M.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2415" data-original-width="3307" height="468" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVzDxvnrS6NC88ljU2kuD3EVMd2kBUzyaUrSNJ9TFGw1SXuH7O9sIe8-_gAOBr7h_jv70ZdQU8EG2tznu1-PIa1T4rO4qdsmn08GPRph5VYsthiqRLXqjfop9KCXZ50HyyZTc2gdfiOrq2fk5gT4PIsoiwBuGWLgtS8nrN1EpkKlCxm5PhIHi31J30clQg/w640-h468/LD%20268%2003%20M.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p>He found me on the internet years ago, asking me to do this to him. </p><p>He said that he was a submissive and masochistic faggot. He dreamed of being roasted like a piglet and served to rich and sadistic men who would enjoy his suffering and submission, eating his flesh with satisfaction and contempt. At first, I thought it would be just another wanker faggot fantasizing to masturbate. Due to his insistence, I realized that this was precisely what he ardently and really wanted.</p><p>Since I am a famous and experienced barbecuer and specialist in preparing pigs and large hunted animals on the grill or in the oven, I gave him the conditions and the price I would charge for baking him when he found someone who would make his fantasy come true. He contacted me months ago, delighted to have found a group of wealthy Germans who would rent a farm in the interior of Portugal for a month, and wanted him to be served at the group's last lunch.</p><p>When I received my advance payment, I traveled by train to Lisbon and by UBER to the address given to the south of Coimbra.</p><p>I stayed ten days at the beautiful and sophisticated farm before we started preparing the tender fag. In those days of vacation and rest, I saw the naked pig restless, working all the time to please all the ten men staying there. I soon understood that four of them were the Germans paying all the expenses, including mine. It was an uneducated, noisy, fat, and drunk group who treated everyone with truculence and did not speak or understand a word of Portuguese. The other men were all relatives of the fagot, two brothers older than him, an uncle, and three cousins who owned the farm.</p><p>The cunt slut worked around the clock, always naked and on a leash, to serve and please them all, serving meals and cocktails, tidying up rooms, giving blowjobs, and getting fucked by everyone, especially the Germans. All men treated the slaved fag with brutality and contempt, but the Germans were incredibly violent and cruel, giving brutal slaps, kicks, punches, and beatings with sticks and whips.</p><p>Two days before dinner, the fag was handed over to me to start the preparations. I made him vomit many times and did a violent and complete stomach and intestinal lavage, removing everything solid in his digestive system. I began stuffing it through the throat and the anus with spices and cooked vegetables. I kept him in a very hot corner of the kitchen, next to the oven, very hot indeed, almost a sauna, to open up all his pores, and I rubbed peppers, oil, and salt all over his skin.</p><p>In this preparation process, his eyes were irritated by the salt, pepper, and oils; his throat burned with the peppers and spices; I had to put the gag sealing the top outlet so he wouldn't vomit. It took nearly ten hours of prep before your belly was stuffed with all the vegetables I shoved up your ass.</p><p>The process was cruel; he felt nausea, burning, thirst, hunger and pain from having his anus broken into by more than five kilos of fruits and vegetables. The worst part for him was that after stuffing it, I had to sew his anus so no filling would spill out. The pain of the stitching must have been immense; he was sweating, moaning, and shaking with pain. He could barely breathe and couldn't vomit because he had the gag on.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7ZPvvBcQVZocb4qsEHluS8pVOXjww37_33xS_XtHZHk3n9L-mws-0UHYsQQKoiDEoVaSHH_o8XyjwD8aCMV2c7778z3CONqV44Wtd1TTy56dC4xpbq5ppsu2Rc104KwM0amNcufr5pQ1tGfopgAYvVKeLQfwXAYr8hgDY_I5V9aXBoLNzEpx17nSkBUhU/s3150/LD%20268%2001%20det%201%20M.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1896" data-original-width="3150" height="386" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7ZPvvBcQVZocb4qsEHluS8pVOXjww37_33xS_XtHZHk3n9L-mws-0UHYsQQKoiDEoVaSHH_o8XyjwD8aCMV2c7778z3CONqV44Wtd1TTy56dC4xpbq5ppsu2Rc104KwM0amNcufr5pQ1tGfopgAYvVKeLQfwXAYr8hgDY_I5V9aXBoLNzEpx17nSkBUhU/w640-h386/LD%20268%2001%20det%201%20M.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p>The Germans and the faggot's relatives accompanied part of the process, laughing and taking photos of his extreme suffering. His relatives, especially his uncle, seemed buoyed by the money earned and relieved to be rid of this family problem.</p><p>Still, only I noticed that the faggot had several erections during the painful process, and I saw that he was crying with grief and lust when he came the third time without no one touching his dick.</p><p>I let him spend the night there, tied up, sweating the better to absorb all the spices and sauces. I went to the corner of the kitchen a few times to see if something was leaking, and what was dripping the most was the sperm from his dick.</p><p>I can only say that everyone praised the meat served at lunch the next day.</p>POTEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14413445829539310030noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849905087200832702.post-74946643667728441682023-08-03T11:55:00.010-07:002023-08-03T15:53:46.889-07:00I think he was the happiest of all of us.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbQDSjgICyGY4NOOKHY1ztLji0_baKZc1MoebWpKVipEPJ-KOqv4CznGpx_G881I9OkVqXPd88ZJtsGxIZfRNyrIszUInd1RlLzxE7NJ1dXHB_2h7mZBb1yN2L3-OVctD4i1etqJI2brPA1ZCr0HibzuetKsgEMJ6xlgqwtFyGZaEq1CvU0V1mst9EaG3i/s2476/LD%20267%2002%20M.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2476" data-original-width="2440" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbQDSjgICyGY4NOOKHY1ztLji0_baKZc1MoebWpKVipEPJ-KOqv4CznGpx_G881I9OkVqXPd88ZJtsGxIZfRNyrIszUInd1RlLzxE7NJ1dXHB_2h7mZBb1yN2L3-OVctD4i1etqJI2brPA1ZCr0HibzuetKsgEMJ6xlgqwtFyGZaEq1CvU0V1mst9EaG3i/w630-h640/LD%20267%2002%20M.jpg" width="630" /></a></div><p>Our village was poor; the region was just sand and stone, and it wasn't easy to plant anything. Life was uncompromising and straightforward. The little water in the area was scarce and very controlled. Summers were hot and dry, winters very cold. Most of the days were consumed carrying water for the houses and livestock. Our mules had to do this painful and heavy work as the slopes were very steep. In addition to mules, we raised a few cows, goats, and chickens. The shepherding of the goats was the lightest task and involved the youngest children.</p><p>My father used to say that at this stage of childhood, when he was so young, he and his brothers stayed with the others taking care of the goats; one of his brothers, our uncle, had already asked to be among the goats; he liked to be naked and be treated like one of the animals. The boys who worked with the goats started their sex lives by fucking these animals; my father used to say that our uncle was treated, beaten, and fucked as if he were one of the goats. One day, our grandfather saw the other boys abusing him, and he was naked, on all fours, with a collar on and bleating like one of the goats in the herd.</p><p>My father says their father squatted next to the youngest, pulling him by the collar and asking: Are you a fag goat? The boy, without blinking, replied to his father: Yes, I am a fag goat.</p><p>My grandfather pulled the leash until he lifted the naked kid off the ground, spat in his face, and threw him on the hard ground, saying: From now on, this fag shit is not a boy anymore; he is one of the village animals, you always keep him on a leash, ok? You can hit, kick, fuck, do whatever you want with this slut goat.</p><p>So, since childhood, this uncle of mine was treated by the whole family and everyone in our village like one of our animals. My grandfather never again let him wear clothes or walk without a collar and harness like other mules. The tin bells that we tied to the animals to locate them were tied to his balls, and wherever he walked, he made that noise that mules, cows, and some goats made when walking along the steep and uneven trails in our region.</p><p>My sisters, brothers, neighbors, and friends used to lead the animals in transporting water and supplies up the hill. Any one of us drove any of the animals, we knew each of them, and we learned how to make them march in rhythm, even in the most challenging passages, using sticks and whips to motivate them. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIgbjBVxhk2AyRMj7-XgC6QA4cQT6LVnvzjnP-vv88pFnqTHW2p1Z3eXFrAdWBXWX4sX82Q2x0uCv60-GHcqIyeFProyPi0n9YsfOtzfo4X_R3qLIdYFEr1BxKi_Cfu1c5zc6iVc5wPpA9aPDWtuWc3RnyoG8zpX-daDvo5meY_EUSpmDVUW1OJ0ZAZmqv/s2621/LD%20267%2001%20det%20M.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2621" data-original-width="1789" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIgbjBVxhk2AyRMj7-XgC6QA4cQT6LVnvzjnP-vv88pFnqTHW2p1Z3eXFrAdWBXWX4sX82Q2x0uCv60-GHcqIyeFProyPi0n9YsfOtzfo4X_R3qLIdYFEr1BxKi_Cfu1c5zc6iVc5wPpA9aPDWtuWc3RnyoG8zpX-daDvo5meY_EUSpmDVUW1OJ0ZAZmqv/w436-h640/LD%20267%2001%20det%20M.jpg" width="436" /></a></div><p>Our life was rough; we worked hard, didn't treat any animals with kindness, and were stiff and scratchy in dealing with them. But I tell you that my uncle was the one who was treated with the most violence and cruelty by everyone. When my father led his brother up the hill, he whipped so violently that the animal arrived at our house with its back dripping with blood. Our grandmother, one of the village's gentlest women, beat her son with such sadism that I was amazed at how her old arm cut such deep wounds into the animal's thighs.</p><p>I believe it was hard daily work that made him the strongest of all we had. The robust and hairy body, dirty with earth and sand, covered with wounds and scars, with fleas and ticks, stank like the other animals, circulated without rest or embarrassment all day up and down the hill. All day, we listened to the shouts of command from those driving him, mingled with its moans, the cracking of sticks and whips, and the ringing of bells between its legs.</p><p>At night, like all the other men in the village, I would go to the stables to rape or be sucked by the filthy animal.</p><p>None of us in the village felt any pity for the slut animal, as we all knew it was like that because it wanted to be like that. I could see that it took absolute pleasure when it was whipped, fucked, or worked hard, naked all day. I saw him sucking the guys' dicks with such care and enthusiasm that none of our women felt when putting those dirty, pissed, and sweat-smelling dicks in their mouths. When we fucked him, we could do it brutally and forcefully, one after the other, as it never complained. Sometimes, during rapes, his cock got so hard it felt like he would come at any moment. Sometimes, revolted by our animal's lust and pleasure, I would kick his colossal cock, and he would moan and ejaculate with desire.</p><p>We all took out our frustrations, revolt, and dissatisfaction with life on him. Seeing him covered in sores and bruises, blood and sperm from all of us, we felt superior - we were fucked up, shitty, but he was the most miserable and despised of all! And yet, I think he was the happiest of all of us.</p>POTEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14413445829539310030noreply@blogger.com6