My little brother, my pet! Fifth part.

In the veterinary course, all students were allowed to take their pets to clinical classes. The idea was to be able to undergo treatments and exams and learn and train to deal with different types of mammals. My classmates from the student residence already knew my bizarre younger brother, and practically all of my classmates were already used to Charlie naked and on all fours, whether in our house or at our parties.

Thus, only the clinical professor showed some strangeness to the unprecedented situation. But it wasn't difficult for him to recognize that it was a beautiful didactic opportunity to show all students the similarities and differences between human organs and those of other mammals. We just had to sign a series of existing documents and forms for people who volunteered for experiments and clinical and laboratory tests. Charlie was already of legal age, and my parents also signed the endowment and agreement authorizations.

Each group of students worked with an animal on the bench; my group comprised my closest friends and a few female friends. With time and practice, I can say that none of us had any trouble or difficulty doing all sorts of experiments and procedures with our didactic material. It didn't complain or feel embarrassed even because we saw that the fag accepted that this was his role. It was evident that many times the pain and the fact that he was being oppressed in public turned him on; his cock was often hard and spurting.

We did several experiments with him. We inject vast amounts of hormones, adrenaline, and a wide range of drugs, to test the effects and reactions. We try its resistance to pain, burns, hunger, cold, heat, and electrical shock.

Several times we opened his scrotum and pulled his balls out to see if he could still cum, and it did a lot! While other groups anesthetized their animals for work, we muzzled them. He moaned like an animal when the pain was the strongest, but he coped well with everything we did.

When no professor was present at the clinic, we were even more sadistic. Some friends of mine were sadists, and they took particular pleasure in seeing him in a lot of pain. However, I can say that it was with them that I learned that Charlie felt joy and horny with all the suffering and humiliation they caused.

The bitch was indeed a slut masochistic!

Second chapter with Mr. Kristofer being punished like an animal by religious people!

This chapter continues the post "Mr. Kristofer was stripped, chained, blessed and consecrated to the work of plowing the land for the rest of his life." available at: https://bdsmmaledrawings.blogspot.com/2022/09/mr-kristofer-was-stripped-chained.html

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Thanks to Mr. Kristofer for all the support to this work!

Disturbed by Kristofer's enthusiasm and lust when being treated like a beast of burden, the men of God decided to punish him for his perversion.

They gathered the entire community of believers in the stable to pray and punish the fag for his perversion.

Men, women, and children watched the sticks lash the pervert's body cruelly. His body was beaten, bruised, and bleeding, but he was still horny and hard! Shepherds were irritated and pissed off by his hard-on.

They then decided to tie the head of his dick to a bar that held his shins. This way, his penis was stretched down and immobilized to be directly whipped.

The blows of the sticks violently hit the penis, which quickly became covered with wounds and purple and red marks.

To everyone's surprise, even facing the pain of having his cock whipped, Mr. Kristofer came spilling cum during the spanking!

Everyone in the barn watched in a daze as the masochistic fagot orgasmed! As if the beating had masturbated the greedy animal.

One of the elders, in desperation, took castration pliers and began to threaten the fag:

"If that Devil's erection doesn't let up, the only solution will be to castrate this perverted demon!"

Upon hearing the threat, Kristofer came once more!

This is the point I wanted to get to, it was a struggle, but I made it.

This is the point I wanted to get to, it was a struggle, but I made it. Since I was born, I knew I didn't want to be like other boys and was different. 

I never wanted to be somebody; I wanted to be nothing, a piece of shit, a slut bitch. I was born a lewd, masochistic, submissive, and insatiable whore. My parents tried to make me study, work, and learn something, they tried to give me some direction or moral value, but I never wanted to be anything else.

At one point, they gave up trying to make me change my idea or attitude and they gave up on me. I convinced them that it would be better for all of us if they just sold me, got rid of me, and got rid of the problem that I was to them and the whole family.

I found on the deep internet an auction and trafficking site for a red light. As soon as I reached the age of 18, I managed to apply to be auctioned and uploaded all the necessary documents, exams, and photos. I was young, healthy, and even cute, and I had a nice, big, thick cock, well above average, and I was advertised as a willing, unrestricted bitch, ready to give myself up to the highest bidder without any strings attached.

My father took me to a country club hotel where the auction was held. On the night of the auction, he showed me off to all bidders, my cock throbbing and dripping with lust. I loved feeling my body being examined, groped, manipulated, my cock, my tits, my balls being squeezed, my holes being touched and examined. In my resigned and offered attitude, the guys saw the insatiable and unlimited lust in my eyes. 

My father told everyone: know that this is not a boy, it is a shameless bitch.

The value I reached was not as high as I dreamed, but my father was delighted; it was much more than he expected.

My father checked on his cell phone that the purchase price was deposited in his bank account, and when my buyer approached with a leather collar attached to a heavy chain, he removed my clothes to hand me naked to my owner.

The buyer didn't even address me; he shook my father's hand smiling.

My father used to say: You made an excellent purchase; this bitch will serve your most sordid desires, and you can fuck and use it however you like. This slut supports and endures very well all dirty kinds of whoring!

The buyer, without looking at me, simply caressing my cock, replied smiling: I don't doubt that this bitch would love to be prostituted, but let's not use the holes or the filthy nature of this slut fag, no.

My father was surprised: No? I thought I'd be bought to be a pet whore or to work in some whorehouse.

"No, I'm not from any whorehouse; I'm from a different restaurant! I'm just the buyer of supplements and raw materials. This beautiful dick will be ripped off and served with baked potatoes to the most perverted European millionaires!

My father looked surprised: Are you going to slaughter him like a pig?

The buyer seemed surprised: Apparently, you were the only one who didn't know what the purpose of this auction was. All animals traded here knew that was the purpose of business!

At that moment, looking at my buyer's serene face, feeling him play with the head of my cock, I ejaculated a lot; I came immensely happy!

That prisoner was special. He was a very large, strong, muscular and hairy animal.

That prisoner was a notable slut. He was a huge, robust, muscular, and hairy animal. Since our troops invaded that area, we knew that some peasants were kept as beasts of burden, enslaved by the other villagers. When my platoon occupied one of the villages, it was deserted, everyone had fled, but among the houses and barns, we found this animal naked and chained like a buffalo. What most aroused our curiosity and sadism was that his huge cock pulsated hard every time we spanked or humiliated him. Our orders were to kill every man we encountered summarily, but my sergeant and I decided it would be fun to torture this animal for as long as possible.

I soon realized that he was a masochistic and submissive fagot. He didn't say anything. He couldn't speak; he growled like an ox, and the more he was tortured, the more pain he felt, and the harder and more excited his cock became.

Our battalion stayed in that village for a week. These days, almost all the soldiers raped him; many of us whipped and burned him with irons and cigarettes. He sucked all the cocks competently and eagerly, revealing practice and pleasure in accomplishing this task.

On the last night, before we left the area, I thought of how I should kill him. The troop sat in a circle to watch; I tied his wrists and ankles, hung him by the neck with his feet hardly touching the ground, almost choking him, and whipped him viciously. His cock was stiff and throbbing throughout the spanking.

Finally, I tied his scrotum to a log, suspended him by the neck, lowered his body onto a stake, and shoved it up his ass. It was a complex and delicate balance. If I lowered his body too far, the stake would impale him, destroying his internal organs. If he pulled too high, he would be hanged. He would be geld if I stepped too hard on the log tied to his scrotum.

But in those days, I learned the limits and flaws of that sexual beast. Playing as if he were a puppet, I made him moan with lust and have several orgasms, ejaculating more than five times before collapsing. He spilled gallons of cum before dying visibly happy, and his cock was hard as a post!

My colleagues masturbated and became excited by the scene. Watching the raw animal explode with lust and pleasure was truly beautiful.

Before blacking out, he gave one last shout of lust and gratitude.

We all knew that was the end he dreamed of!

This is the fifteenth and penultimate post in the series that tells the story of a submissive queer who wanted to be reduced to Pig.

After having his paws partially amputated and his vocal cords cut, Pig was finally able to be treated like other pigs.

He was no longer removed from the pigsties or treated in any way differently from other filthy animals. Employees lost interest in him, never fucked him or got blow jobs again.

There persisted among some of them the desire to test whether the disgusting faggot would endure being in the condition of a pig all the time.

When the pigs were served the food, they pissed on it before he ate it, and he usually ate it even as they pissed on the cattle feed. They used to stub out their cigarettes on his back, burning his hide, and the fag wouldn't even move to escape the pain.

The most perverse cruelty was to put the fag in the breeding pigs' sty like other sows, and he was fucked by the heavy pigs bearing the pain, weight, and humiliation without trying to escape the brutal rape. The servants enjoyed watching him get bred by the pigs, and the pigs loved to fuck him repeatedly, taking turns being insatiable. He became a sex toy for the more giant pigs.

He never tried to escape being a pig because that was the life he always wanted.

 

Three months after, one of the handlers asked the fag:

"Now we are going to slaughter all the pigs this season. Do you want to be slaughtered like the rest of the animals?"

Looking directly into the man's eyes, the Pig nodded in agreement with the proposal. The official reiterated the question:

"Can we invite the people from the accounting firm and whoever knew you to come and have you roasted on a spit?"

The Pig smiled happily and nodded his head in enthusiastic agreement. The man smiled with contentment because he knew that those were precisely the desires of that pervert, that they knew so well.

"We're agreeing on parading you around to show them what a sleazy fat pig you've become and sticking a skewer up your ass to put you on the grill. We don't even want to hit you with the sledgehammer before; we're going to skewer you and open, cleaning your guts as if you were already dead, that way you will be able to feel and see what we are going to do with you until just before you die. I know that's what you want, isn't it, faggy?"

The Pig approached the employee, put his face on the handler's shoulder, and cried happily, thanking him for his understanding and the offer, completely happy and grateful.

This is the fourteenth post in the series that tells the story of a submissive queer who wanted to be reduced to Pig.

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The slave had been crying all night; he had already realized what would happen.

 

When slaves are born with large penises, their value and function may change. This slave from childhood was remarkably gifted; his cock was big, thick, and beautiful. So his grandfather sold him to an Arab caravan passing through the region. 

It was sold and bought several times by different owners throughout its life for various purposes. He was used as a sex slave, a breeding stallion, a toy or ornament in harems and orgies where he could never set limits or desires; he always obeyed and fulfilled his tasks.

He maintained erections for hours or ejaculated dozens of times in a row in his youth. Such a rhythm of activities ended up harming his sexual disposition and potency.

His owners tried to prolong their erections with all sorts of aphrodisiacs and drugs. They kept his penis tied up or in splints to keep him erect at all times.

The slave knew that his life, body, and penis were not his, that he was just an animal, and that he would be used until he was exhausted. Last week, his owner was disappointed not to get the erection she wanted to show off in front of a friend. Angry and disappointed, she sold it again.

He's been at the slave market for five days now, being offered to everyone. He fears what might happen; he knows the risks he takes.

The merchant selling it has stuck a stick and tied the slave's penis and keeps it smeared with semen to show that he is still potent. Some of the buyers who attended expressed discomfort with the size of the slave's penis. He was getting too old to be a sex slave, and what was once an advantage became a problem.

The slave had been crying all night; he had already realized what would happen.

The following day, the merchant came to the cell and explained to the chained animal.

"It's you, old stallion; no one else wants to pay the amount your Mistress has set. So she had us castrate, cut out your tongue, and blind you. If we can't find someone to pay the fortune you cost, she doesn't want you to talk about everything you've done and seen. She had you sold to the galleys, so the animal keeper will be here to do her orders".

How to prepare the prisoner to be the bitch in jail.

 

The jailers could do what they liked with the most miserable prisoners and those without family members. They knew who did not receive visits or correspondence, and they identified those who would not have anyone to turn to or report abuse and rape.

This prisoner was already thirty years old and had other stints in jail for vagrancy, drug use, and prostitution. He was pretty virile, well-endowed, and handsome, so the other prisoners soon sought after him as an active partner. But the jailers and the prison warden preferred to have him like a whore on the team.

Every time guards raped him, he offered violent resistance, requiring large groups to hold him down and fuck him hard. The jailer put him in solitary confinement, handcuffed, permanently naked, suffering cold and hunger for weeks, but nothing made him submit like a whore.

Then one jailer strapped him to the cell's bars and put his balls and cock in a crusher with butterflies to screw on.

The inmate felt pain as the base of his genitals was crushed until completely flattened then. After a while, the pain went away, and he didn't feel anything anymore, just the discomfort of immobilization and a full bladder without being able to urinate.

The process bled little, and he couldn't see or feel where the wounds were.

Then the cops began beating him with punches, slaps, clubs, and leather belts. He couldn't move or protect; he received the blows in the face, chest, and belly, writhing and being thrown from one side to another by the violence of the blows until he passed out.

He was still handcuffed to bars and strapped to the crusher when he woke up. He looked down and saw in astonishment that his ball and cock had been cut off.

The owner expected a reasonable price for his robust and healthy animal.

When the owner put the muscular beast up for sale in the morning, he expected it to get a reasonable price. After all, even though it is over 30 years old, it is still relatively complete, solid, and healthy.

However, the hours passed, the offers did not come, and the owner lowered his expectations and values. A large, used brute animal ends up not being highly valued.

The seller showed it off to buyers masturbated a few times to show it was healthy and still potent but failed to make the sale.

By nightfall, with the fair almost over, the owner was ready to accept any offer for his animal. When a buyer of a slaughterhouse advised: castrate the animal and make it fat, then you can sell it by weight to slaughterhouses like mine.

The animal, which had endured silently and steadfastly all day, began to moan and cry like a frightened child, realizing that its end was near.

The next day the vet cut out its balls; in three weeks, already weighing another thirty kilos, it was taken to the slaughter.

The stepfather and the mother, as guardians, signed the judicial authorization to perform a minor surgery, predicting circumcision and vasectomy.

The boy's mother was a celebrity, model and actress, after many marriages gathered a reasonable fortune and now, converted to the church, she became a pastor married to one of the most influential pastors on television. The boy has always been a problem, he over-consumed all drugs, alcohol, pornography and even publicly dated boys and girls.

His mother never cared, she really didn't have any affection or appreciation for him. The new stepfather, on the contrary, saw in him a great problem, a challenge and a great opportunity to promote his church. The stepfather pastor wanted his stepson to become a public success story, an exemplary faithful, devoted to the church. Even though he was twenty years old, due to several convictions for drug possession, drunk driving and assaults, his stepfather managed to judicially interdict him and become his guardian.

The stepfather and the mother, as guardians, signed the judicial authorization to perform a minor surgery, predicting circumcision and vasectomy, "concerned" about the boy's health and to prevent the boy from having bastards who demanded the sharing of the couple's property. But, who took all the steps and followed the process was the stepfather.

He chose a trusted doctor from the church, a faithful collaborator of the pastors, accustomed to charging a high price to do everything that was convenient or necessary for the institution's interests.

As it was a "minor surgery", it was not necessary to perform it in a hospital, nor the use of general anesthesia. The "careful stepfather" and his doctor friend drugged the boy, to the extent he was able to remain conscious, but he did not complete understand what was going on. The pastor explain that it is necessary for him to feel the pain of the surgery. "God approves that he could pay for his excesses and sins while still alive, for the good of his soul".

The boy was stripped naked and tied upright, with his hands behind his back, attached to the steel device in the office. His beautiful penis was manipulated until it was hard and big, then it was attached to the device.

The stepfather instructed the doctor to undergo surgery that, instead of freeing the head of the penis, would make the foreskin so tight that the boy would never again be able to get an erection, and would feel terrible pain every time he got excited.

Seeing his stepson naked there, suffering, his penis being ruined, the boy crying in despair and pain during the intervention excited the pastor too much. The boy begged with sobs: "please, stop it, it hurts too much!"

The pastor mockingly hugged him "We are making you a holy boy! We are only doing what is in God's plan!"

The doctor laughed at the pathetic situation as he cruelly cut the skin off his penis. His goal was to cause a gross and ugly scar, definitively deforming the cock.

The shepherd watched the boy's suffering with excitement and immense pleasure. When the doctor opened the scrotum and pulled out the testicles the boy panicked, screaming in despair!

"What are you doing to me?"

Happy and excited, the stepfather simply began to masturbate without disguising the pleasure of seeing his stepson being emasculated.

When the testicles were removed and fell loose in the channel the stepfather came and spurted with pleasure.

"Boy, be happy, I intended to tighten your asshole to take that pleasure away from you too, but I ended up deciding that this ass will be my personal toy! You'll still have something to enjoy!"

The doctor and the nurse laughed, indifferent to the boy's despair and suffering, and to the stepfather's handjob.

Take this animal and just give me back the cock and its balls inside the glass!

 

You really are a fucking fag bitch, I told you we were going to cut off your dick and balls, you knew I could do that, whenever I wanted! I'm your Owner, imbecile! I do what I want with this body! Stop making drama, crying, begging, none of this will change my mind! I warned you that if you got a hard-on when you were whipped, I'd have it cut off!

Take this animal and just give me back the cock and its balls inside the glass! They can take it and tie it up! Cut it off without anesthetic!

Ten years ago when you signed the papers and agreed to be mine, I told you it would be no limits or back. You're a stupid cunt, but I guarantee you know that your dick's place is inside that glass, you know it's the right place!

The fattening wing of the HBC - Second Part

The company has developed the most efficient and profitable fattening and control technique. The animals are kept naked, immobilized, semi-doped, with their arms and head covered by a rubber suit. Ear protectors make animals calmer and facilitate sleep, even with the noise of machines, workers and moans of other animals.

In addition to the handcuffs, immobilization and retraction bars are attached to the knees and elbows, keeping the animal in a position that facilitates handling, washing and hygiene.

The rings hold the base of the animal's balls and dick. For more advanced fattening, castration is performed in the second week of the process. First the balls are removed, after a few days the penis.

During the entire process, the beasts are all the time standing and immobilized in the same place. That's why they urinate and shit on the floor without any control. 

If the beasts are agitated, electric shocks, beatings with clubs and whips are administered by the caregivers.

Without seeing or hearing anything, without being able to move or sit, animals completely lose track of time, and go into a real physical and psychological exhaustion. Most of them do not even notice when they are castrated and calmly accept forced feeding, bathing and beatings.

The beast that will be connected to position A25 has just arrived at the HBC, it has not even been connected to the feeding tube. Until days ago, he was a simple father of a poor family and indebted to the bank. At thirty-two years old, healthy and with a good physique, the negotiation with the bank established that the debt could be greatly reduced if it were to be auctioned. HBC bought it for slaughter.

In a week he'll gain another twenty pounds, then they will cut its balls off. In the second week another twenty kilos, and they cut its dick. At the end of the third week it will weigh over sixty kilograms beyond his current weight and will proceed to slaughter and dismantling.

Various parts, whole blood and some organs are sold for transplantation, the meat to butchers and more sophisticated restaurants. HBC has huge profit margins on this type of fattening to slaughter.

Finally I found some interested in buying my slave. The ninth and final post in the series.

 

I searched deep internet sites that I could sell my faggot. I found two or three more organized sites for auctioning or selling people. I studied the rules and logic of each site just in search of the highest value I didn't care about any other question.

I posted several videos of my brother being whipped and neutered to pique the interest of buyers and show the seriousness of the offer. We made several home videos of our slut being severely whipped to prove its slave status.

The castrated fag really achieved better prices, for being white and young (19 years old), I found some interested in buying it. The buyer who made the best offer said that he was doing business on behalf of a wealthy businessman from abroad, and that we would never again have contact or news of the boy who had been sold.

A cousin of ours, who was a lawyer, helped my father and I solve all the legal aspects to prepare for the disappearance of the youngest son. He signed several documents and powers of attorney waiving inheritance and subsidiary rights. I was now the only heir of the family, he no longer had any right to anything.

Since castration he remained very depressed, silent, emotional and weeping. However, more than ever, he has become completely submissive, passive and obedient, as someone who comes to understand his role and insignificance. He accepted every order, every humiliation and beating without complaining about anything.

One night while I was dealing with aspects of the business with the potential buyer over the web, my brother asked.

- Are you really going to sell me?

- Yes, why?

- May I know who are going to buy me? Where I go? What does the buyer intend to do with me?

I looked at him and said calmly and seriously.

- No faggot, you won't know any of this. Come here, on your knees.

He knelt before me. I put my dick in his mouth and he started doing the blowjob like I taught him to do when he was almost a kid.

So I spoke softly and calmly into his ear.

- Simone, you are not a boy, you are not even people, and you are just my shit animal.

He was surprised because I hadn't spoken his name Simone for many years, I just said "faggot".

- Simone, I don't care what they will do to you. If you're going to be a whore in a filthy whorehouse, if they're going to put an apple in your mouth and roast you for a dinner of exotic foods, if they're going to take you apart and sell your organs for donation. I don't care, and neither daddy nor mommy do. My mom didn't even want to come and say goodbye to this shitty. You're mine, you're my fucking fag, I do with you what I want, I decide everything and you just accept. You fucking worm, isn't that what you are? Isn't that what you want?

He continued sucking until I came, drank all the cum and wiped the cock head with his tongue like I taught.

Then with his head down and crying he said.

- Thank you, my beloved brother.

Hearing his answer, I slapped him so hard in the face that I knocked him to the ground. I picked up a heavy leather belt that I liked to wear on these occasions and gave it a violent, bloody, long belt spanking. He lay on all fours on the floor, silently weeping while, with the leather belt, I drew blood from his thighs, back and ass. I hit a lot, mercilessly, until I got tired. Then I had him clean all the blood from the floor and walls.

I knew that spanking hurt me more than the whore, because I knew it would be the last.

The next morning, on a very cold day with some snow on the streets, I drove our car with the fag covered in blankets, chained and naked in the backseat. My father went with us taking the folder with the documents of the youngest son.

At an interchange in Casello Gropello Cairoli - Pavia Sud, from the Dei Giovi highway to Genoa, we stopped our car next to a rental vehicle parked at the agreed place. A man in a cap, sunglasses, and a mask got out of the car, opened the trunk, and handed us an envelope with the money.

My father handed my brother, shivering from the cold and with the wounds from the beating still bleeding, and the envelope with all his documents. The man pushed my fag into the trunk, closed the door, and left without a word.

We never heard from my slave again.

I remember that when I took him by the current, before he got into our car, he still smiled at me and repeated.

- Thank you for everything, my beloved brother.

This is the ninth and last post in the series I made together with my dear Italian friend: https://theitalianslave.bdsmlr.com/. This fantasy is ours, but it relates to the life he should have.

One of my cruelest plans, a barbecue to put his balls and dick on the grill to roast!

In the days following castration my brother behaved very strangely. He cried a lot, moaned and looked very depressed. I believe he was impacted by the idea that what was just fantasy, a game between us had become real, true and irreversible.

I'm sure he never believed we would actually do what we said, he was really surprised and shocked by his emasculation. He never believed Daddy would let him castrate!

In addition to the hormonal and physical changes that the surgery caused, the emotional and psychological impact was tremendous. Since his childhood, the fag masturbated frequently and had erections that betrayed his pleasure in many moments, he lost his best toy, and he lost a part of himself that he adored.

I never regretted having decided to castrate him, on the contrary, I felt proud and very pleased to have taken that step. I'm sure that kind of inferior fag has to be completely subdued, humiliated and raped to be fully what it is, a sex worm. Besides, I never thought he deserved a penis. Having a penis is the privilege of men, he wasn't even human!

I always noticed, with discomfort that even though he was a shit cunt he still had self esteem, since his childhood he was handsome, and had a nice body, a big cock and impressive erections. With castration I wanted to start the complete destruction of his self-esteem.

His crying and sadness over the next few days showed that I was headed in the right direction and only spurred me on to intensify this downgrade process.

I shaved off her beautiful black hair, punched and slapped her face violently, leaving bruises, bumps and sores that deformed her face. I was always the most violent caregiver, but in those weeks, even our father and cousin, we fucked and spanked the disgusting cunt with such violence and frequency that his entire body permanently showed purple and black scars, marks, and bruises. The more he cried the more violently he was beaten.

Three weeks after castration, I carried out one of my cruelest plans. On Sunday I prepared the barbecue for everyone and between different types of sausages I took the opportunity to give the deserved destination to the amputated parts of my fag, I put his balls and dick on the grill to roast!

When the vet finished its service I put the amputated parts in the freezer, already with this perverse intention in my mind. My father and cousin thought my meanness was very funny. We ate the fag's penis in slices, in front of him weeping, as we laughed and made fun of the size and taste. The skin of the cock and the roasted sac turned crunchy and delicious.

However, we prefer to serve the scrotal glands raw, seasoned only with oil, forcing our slave to eat them.

The youngest was reluctant, he refused to eat, he was not amused, he was crying and shaking a lot, but we managed to force him to chew and swallow both of his own scrotal glands.

I did everything with great pleasure and with my hard and throbbing cock. I seasoned one of the glands with my sperm before sticking it in his mouth, I've never been so pleased to see my fag brother cry and sob so humiliated and devastated.

I watched horny, he chewing, crushing painfully with his teeth, his ego, his identity, his self-esteem, and his hopes at that barbecue.

 

So, we decided to castrate our slave to sell him for greater profit.

 

I soon realized that renting out my slave to be beaten and raped by clients was not going to make the profit I dreamed of. I also realized that with regular and intense prostitution, the fag would soon become too bruised and enlarged, quickly and gradually losing value over time.

Selling my prostitute seemed to be the quickest, simplest and most lucrative alternative for me and the entire family. With the help of a cousin, I was able to get into the deep net and found human trafficking and trading sites for both prostitution and organ donation. We found an auction site, where we could enter the sex, age, color, height, weight and other characteristics of the person to be sold, and find price estimates and values obtained from previous auctions. Looking at the available data, I realized that a young white pussy like my brother would not sell for more than 10,000 euros. After much research, I found that castrated boys reached values of over 20,000 euros! In the same deep net we found doctors or veterinarians who sold the service of human castration for as little as 1000 Euros.

My father quickly agreed that this was the best possible solution and was willing to pay for the castration.

- I really prefer to sell this castrated shit, having peace of mind and the assurance that he would not beget useless bastard grandchildren like him. By selling this shit, we got rid of the family debts and at the same time the problem of having a fag whore who embarrasses our family.

All the talk between us deciding our youngest brother's future was done in front of him, with him washing dishes or sucking one of our dicks, but we never asked his opinion. He didn't tell us anything either.

The day I scheduled the castration, the vet came to our house early in the morning, and I offered him a blow job from my goat, he accepted. The faggot didn't know what was going to happen to him soon, or who that guy was. Surely the faggot thought he was another customer of his.

When we tied him to the kitchen table, legs spread, stomach up, eyes blindfolded and gagged, he wasn't too scared, as this was the procedure many of our customers also requested. He was certainly expecting another spanking with whips and hot wax.

It was then that the vet showed us his instruments for the service some rubber rings, a rubber ring applicator, the surgical scalpel, the cauterization device and the plastic tubing.

First, using an ordinary razor blade, he shaved the hair around the balls. While doing this service, he began massaging his penis until it was large and hard and then asked my father.

- Do you want to give him one last orgasm? My father answered: No, he doesn't deserve it. Just do what you came to do, as quickly as possible, okay?

Then he stuck a thick plastic tube into the urethra of the boy's hard penis. The procedure caused a lot of pain and my brother was crying and squirming in despair. The veterinarian knew what he was doing and ruthlessly shoved over a foot of tube into the boy's tearful urethra.

Then, skillfully and calmly, using the elastic ring elastrator, he placed the rubber rings at the base of the youngest's scrotum. He explained that the procedure was almost painless, that it did not require anesthesia, anti-inflammatory drugs or heavy antibiotics.

After putting on the rubber rings, the vet explained that we would have to wait an hour or two until all blood circulation had ceased.

My father made us coffee and we all went into the living room to watch television and talk about Italian politics and football. We talk about everything, about any subject, we just don't talk about the ongoing castration. Every now and then, the vet would get up and go into the kitchen to see how the boy was doing. After about two hours he called us into the kitchen, saying:

- Come here, I'll cut it out, somebody want to watch?

I took the camera and photographed all his work. The scene was fast, very fast and impressive. The penis was purple, very dark, swollen and flaccid. The veterinarian simply wrapped the cutting stylet around the rubber tube and released the entire assembly, the penis and scrotum, from the body. Without cutting the rubber tube that passed through them.  Then he placed the extracted pieces in a stainless steel pot that I gave him, took them to the sink and washed the pieces, removing all the blood that had drained in quantity.

Then he went back to the boy tied to the table and cauterized some veins that, even crushed by the rubber rings, were bleeding. He gradually removed the rings and cauterized the flesh around the rubber tube that emerged from the hole as the new, long, narrow, temporary penis.

The veterinarian made the final dressings, applied ointments, covered with gauze and bandaged. Before leaving, he instructed us to leave the boy tied to the table for other three or four hours.

As soon as he left, I removed my brother's blindfold and showed him the aluminum tray with his penis and scrotum. His face mirrored amazement and horror, shocked at what he saw.

Even bound and gagged, he began to cry and struggle in despair. I knew how to handle the situation.

Holding him by the hair I gave him ten very violent slaps in the face. After still holding him tightly, I looked deep into his eyes and said.

- Bitch, you're mine, I'll do with you what I want! Stop making drama, you know it! Shut up! Swallow that cry! You know you didn't deserve dick and balls! You are a bitch! This cock and these balls were always mine! Understood fag?

This is the seventh post out of nine that I'm doing together with my Italian friend: https://theitalianslave.bdsmlr.com/. This fantasy is ours, but it relates to the life he should have.

8th stage: There is no human characteristic left

A series of eight images that show the process of complete transformation of a submissive and masochistic fag, in a disgusting beast this is the eighth and last.

With the violent and brutal training process over the years, the animal has unlearned how to speak, how to think and certainly forgets its own history. It accepts, supports and obeys all orders without hesitation, it no longer needs to be chained or tied. It just needs a collar and a leash because it's been blinded for so long that its senses are now just hearing and touch. It lost his taste for a long time, swallows everything they puts in its mouth, dog food, cigarette ash, shit, urine or sperm. Its jaw would no longer be able to articulate words, its mouth only serves to eat and suck cocks. Its nipples are used to pliers, eyelashes or burned by lit cigarettes. The daily violent lashes only draw blood from the animal, no more moaning, it has learned to be quiet and without moaning.

The slut completely lost his identity, his dignity, his intelligence and his self-esteem. It is just a trained, obedient and docile animal.

One day, when his owner received some friends at home, the whore was whipped, raped, beaten and tortured by the guests while drinking the urine and sucking the dicks of everyone present. 

One of the guests, especially sadistic and cruel, whipped very hard and brutal violence until the animal's back was injured and bleeding. Then holding the animal by the hair whispered in the fag's ear. "You like that, don't you like your worm?" The animal with its face covered in sweat, cum and spits, smiled and nodded agreeing with undisguised happiness on its face.

6th stage: Transforming the animal's body

A series of eight images showing the process of surrender and transformation of a submissive and masochistic fagot, in a domestic animal this is the sixth.

Didn't the faggot surrender to the Owner? Didn't it say it agreed to be transformed into what his Owner wanted? What excites the Owner is the possibility to do whatever he wants, without limits, the power to completely dispose of the submissive's body and soul. It is not enough for the Owner to be able to whip, burn, beat, kick, fuck and torture his animal in all ways, with brutality and violence, whenever he wants and without justification. 

The slut undergoes pain and suffering without resistance, aware that this is its role, its fate as a fag. The castration of the bitch gave the Owner enormous pleasure, both due to the feeling of power, of possession, and in marking the irreversibility of the process. For the stupid fag to see a part of him being amputated, marked that it was no longer in the field of fantasy, now it was real, it was no longer a human being, it became an animal or an object. 

Its owner decided to put thick steel rings on its nipples and nose so that he could tie his cattle by the rings. For the Owner's greatest enjoyment, the perforations were made in an extremely painful way.

One day, friends of the Owner, commented that the hands and feet were useless and still "too human". The following week the veterinarian came to remove the ends of the animal's paws. During the quick surgeries, the animal cried desperately, and its Owner watched excitedly as they were thrown into the trash.

Deep in its soul, if beasts have a soul, the fagot still felt that all that was the fulfillment of its wildest and most extreme desires.

Somehow he felt that he had to be forced to do what he really wanted to be done with him.

 

5th step: Cutting out what is meaningless

A series of eight images showing the process of transforming a submissive fag into an animal; this is the fifth.

The animal's body is the property of its owner. 

Isn't that what was written in the contract that the fag signed? Didn't it say it would accept to submit without limits? No return? If the Owner is bothered to see the hard penis of horny and pleasure of the slut, even when it is whipped with brutality, have it cut off, what bothers Him? 

The Owner ordered him to be tied, gagged, and castrated with the conscious fagot, watching his penis and balls being extracted and thrown in the trash. The Owner was not even there watching the quick and straightforward surgery; it was of no importance or interest to him.

The fag cried like a child desperate loosing his favorite toy. But even horrified at being emasculated, it thought: it is His right, I cannot complain; as his animal, I have to accept all his wishes.

 

The soldiers bet who is able to rip off the prisoner's dick and balls with the whips!

This drawing was inspired by the work of an illustrator I really like, Crassus. All of his drawings show crucifixions and brutal executions. His cruelty excites me, and it inspired me to do this one.

A man sentenced to death was nailed to the wooden structure; he may be a slave, a slut fag, or a criminal. The soldiers who preached him have to stay there, watching until his death is finished. To fill the time and break the boredom, the soldiers bet who can pull the prisoner's dick and balls with the whips!

Their long and heavy whips do not make hitting such a tiny target easy, but that is precisely the challenge and the fun of the bet.

After all, who's in a hurry?

After several rounds, one of the executioners still has some lashes to give, and he has opportunities to reach the goal and win the bet. The drawing shows the moment when one of them says that with just one more lash, he will be able to pull the crucified pig's dick out.

I invite my followers to know the work of Crassus. https://crassuswild.bdsmlr.com/