Throughout the long journey, Nikita is humiliated and trained to be the troop`s dog.

When Nikita was handed over to the soldiers, he wore only old pants and boots. A soldier covered him in the army's standard raincoat tent, a thick tissue with a hole for the head and a hood for long foot journeys. 

Nikita followed the troops for weeks, on the long journey on foot to the empire´s borders, being led by a leash like a stray dog, always with his hands tied and shirtless under his raincoat. 

Having his hands tied behind his back was part of the humiliation and training. He often shit and pissed in his pants. He ate only what was thrown on the ground so that he would eat like a disgusting dog, and on his knees, he often drank the piss that the soldiers made directly into his mouth. To make it easier for him to piss or shit, a creative soldier tied the string that held his pants at the base to his cock and scrotum, leaving his ass exposed. The soldiers did not hide their interest in the guy's body, pinching and touching it with enthusiasm and lust. Nikita also showed his dirty and slut nature, insinuating himself to the soldiers, showing off his hard cock, and shaking his ass. 

When the troops camped, the boy was tied to a post or tree and gang raped by all the men. All of them fucked the slut bitch and many of them beat him with belts and whips. Nikita did not scream in pain or beg for mercy, on the contrary, he moaned lewdly, horny, and provoked the group asking for new fucks, worse punishments, and offering blowjobs as a reward to everyone.

When the group was satisfied, exhausted, and went to sleep, the boy covered in piss, sweat, and cum, still tied to the post, willingly sucked all the cocks of the soldiers who wanted to clean their penises before sleeping.

Nikita slept all night tied to the post, filthy with dirt, and with a smile of pride and satisfaction.

The brutal and lascivious life of road slaves.

This is my first post using Grok, X's AI program. The images were produced there and I ended up editing some of them manually. Please, give your opinion and leave comments about the story and the images.

Some young men kicked out of their homes for being gay end up migrating to the US in search of work. There, as illegal immigrants, they end up working on the roads, being exploited as prostitutes or manual workers for truck drivers. Undocumented and illegals, they end up being accused of all kinds of crimes, including drug trafficking and robberies. In some American states, prostitution and sodomy are crimes. Pursued by the police, they end up cornered, in debt, enslaved, exploited, and prostituted by a perverse scheme organized by truck drivers, becoming slaves of the roads.

Transport companies, truck drivers, gas stations, and highway patrol officers form a structured alliance to exploit and maintain these invisible slaves.

At specific gas stations, they are traded and sold like cattle, to serve as sex bitches, helpers, cooks, or beasts of burden in loading and unloading cargo. They are kept chained and practically naked, with their bodies covered in bruises and wounds at all times, to prevent them from escaping. Part of the scheme's success depends on them being regularly humiliated, beaten, tortured, and raped without mercy, keeping them submissive and frightened.

Rape and sexual violence are a fundamental part of this scheme. Gay slaves have their stigma reinforced: "You are in this life because you are gay", "You deserve this brutal treatment", and "You are truly slutty bitches". Those who are not gay end up being raped so many times, given so many blowjobs, and having to fuck so many men that they no longer know how to say whether they do it for pleasure or out of obligation. They lose their own identity and natural sexual orientation. Brutal, promiscuous, collective, and humiliating sex makes them feel dirty and inferior and facilitates their subjugation.

Any man captured by the police, near the roads without clothes, without documents, and with his body bruised from beatings, is taken to the police stations to be brutally beaten, tortured, and raped so that they know that they cannot go to the police or try to report their inhumane condition. Some cruel police officers, to punish and scare those captured, cut off the little toe of their left foot to mark them forever as fugitives. Then, they are returned to their owners or sold to other truck drivers.

It's not just illegal immigrants who are put in this position and role. Faggots are a problem for many American families, even non-Latino families. Some of them are taken to the roads to work by uncles, relatives, or "friends" while they are still young, under the illusion that working on trucks that cross the country will earn them some money and opportunities to go to bigger cities. But they end up being deceived, exploited, in debt, and subjected to this condition of slavery over time. 

Some religious families feel relieved to lose contact with the perverted young people. There are reports of families and pastors who hand over these young men to transportation companies that belong to the church members. These "deliveries" are especially perverse because the pastors explain to the young men that they must help their families so, they start working already with large debts from the money they "would earn" that is advanced to the churches and their families. These debts quickly grow and the young faggots will never be able to pay them off or receive any money throughout their lives.

Some of them end up getting used to and accepting this life and even being happy as slaves of truck drivers. They live hidden as illegal cargo of the box trucks, or in containers. At the stops, they wash the trucks and the drivers' clothes, cook, and are used sexually by their owners. Some drivers are "straight" so at the bigger stops, they pimp their slaves to serve other truck drivers. 

They work their entire lives without documents, without receiving any pay, without being able to wear more than old shorts, and without being able to have their bodies free of wounds and welts, because these are the signs that keep them in the condition of slaves. The marked bodies are important signs that they cannot escape exploitation, so all truck drivers contribute to maintaining the wounds. It is common for those who, after fucking one of the slaves, make a mark by burning a cigarette or cigar on the animal's butt, back, or neck. Pliers, hot irons, cigarettes, whips, pocket knives, and all kinds of instruments are used to mark the body temporarily or permanently, reinforcing, recording, and perpetuating their condition as slaves of the roads.

Some of these roads`s slaves remain in this condition, passing from hand to hand, from one truck to another for many years, without receiving any payment or escaping this situation. Many suffer their entire lives, but some perverts even admit to their owners that this is the life they dreamed of.

I have never felt so naked and exposed as I did at that moment.

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!

Groups of police officers ran after us as we fled, scared and desperate.

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.

Without asking any questions or justification, they took off all my clothes.

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.

At that moment, in panic, I understood that the rubber batons weren't the most challenging thing they would use to punish me.

A drawing from 2015 that I had never posted.

 

Our shared sex toy.

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.

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.

This arrangement has been working very well for over seven years!

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

A typical debt prison scene, in this case, father and son.

The new judicial system of summary debt execution allows that once the conditions for renegotiation and refinancing of personal debts have been exhausted, they can instantly be reduced to slaves in payment, at least partially, of the accumulated debts.

This is the scene pictured above.

The man became a micro-enterprise, started to provide services to his former employer, and ceased to be an employee to become a legal entity. He believed that he would gain freedom of schedule and choice, serving several companies simultaneously. He made his son a partner and invested in buying his car, in computers.

However, in a short time, his project foundered due to the loss of customers, unforeseen costs, and the interest on debts incurred. He tried to find alternatives, sold what he could, and tried to find employment for himself and his son in a sales company where their earnings were insufficient to pay off their debts.

On Tuesday morning, he was walking down the street with his son to work when five policemen stopped them in the middle of the street. The officer in charge of the execution, with the device in hand, quickly verified the identities of the two men and their debts with the banks and gave the arrest order to the team.

Standard procedure is quick and efficient; father and son had their wrists handcuffed behind their backs, and the police put the first collars on them to put the hoods on their heads.

Their shirts were quickly ripped off, and their pants pulled down so they couldn't try to run or escape. The public nudity and the police officers grabbing their bodies with force and brutality caused the father to have a massive erection, which attracted everyone's attention.

The excited and distressed father tried to see his son and apologize, as the son was crying and trembling in fear. Both knew they would never meet again because after being hooded, their identities would be erased, they would cease to exist as people, and they would only be numbered beasts.

A few people passing by on the busy shopping street stopped to watch the scene. The general feeling was not astonishment or embarrassment; everyone agreed that this policy had drastically reduced the number of vagrants, drug addicts, and crime in the cities. In all cities, it was common for naked slaves to do heavy and risky work daily without shame or embarrassment.

For those who watched the scene, it was clear that these two prisoners were guilty of their misfortune, that the police acted most correctly and reasonably, and that, judging by the older man's hard cock, he was pleased with what was happening.

When the police officers took the two slaves down the street, they could hear one screaming in despair and fear and the other begging for forgiveness in desperate screams. They stumbled by limping, stunned, barefoot, blindfolded, and with chains around their ankles.

One of the police officers had fun sticking the end of his truncheon into the older man's ass to make him walk faster. The police officers walked calmly and smiling because they knew that as soon as they arrived at the police station, they could rape the new slaves, and they realized that their anuses were very tight and virgin. The oldest's beautiful hard cock showed that someone was excited about that humiliating and violent situation.

The procedure for trial and summary arrest of debtors.

Now that neoliberalism has reached its most extraordinary development and society is increasingly efficient and intelligent, public institutions and services have all been privatized, gaining efficiency and profitability.  

Now the police can stop any walker, and through the chips installed in their bodies, their historical data can be accessed instantly; if they have infractions or unpaid debts, they can be judged now by an IA apps system on the police tablet, and if they are convicted and lose his citizenship and credit. The procedure is quick and efficient if the sentence is the definitive and permanent loss of citizenship and credit.As the officer watches the convict, another officer cuffs his wrists.

Then he will place the first steel collar around the condemned man's neck. Then he will place the bag that covers the head and the second steel collar over the bag and the first collar. In this way, the prisoner cannot react and becomes helpless and subjugated.No matter where the arrest is made, the procedure provides for removing the shirt, which will have to be cut off because of the handcuffs. Then the prisoner's pants are lowered to the floor, allowing the ankle chains to be placed. After chaining the ankles, the pants and shoes must be removed, leaving the prisoner wholly naked and helpless.

A heavy, rigid bar is passed between the wrists and the back, the hook fixed to the neck collar.

In this way, the police can easily lead the prisoner to the police vehicle that will take him to the center to select and sell convicts.

Poor slaves, they have no idea what can happen to them.

Piracy was frequent in the 17th and 18th centuries, stealing all valuable cargo while the crew and passengers of looted ships were taken prisoner and sold. This image represents the crew members of the attacked vessels being sold as slaves by the pirates in the ports where they could dock and trade their booty.

All the boats had young apprentices in their crew, poor boys sold by their families to work and learn trades on board. The crew used many of them for various purposes and was brutally treated and punished. Other boys of the same age from more affluent families were incorporated into the crew to be trained as officers. These two groups of boys had very different roles, lives, and treatments.

When the pirates sold the captured crew, the two groups had the same fate, slavery. Some of the strongest could be sold to work in the cane fields of the Caribbean islands.

In the ports that received the pirates, there were many huge and famous whorehouses. Some pirates who frequented these brothels secretly preferred to amuse themselves with other men without their crews knowing.

The whorehouse managers knew how to please all their customers, fulfilling their every wish without anyone being found out or damaging their reputation.

So if some manly pirate, wealthy, famous, and feared, wanted to have fun with a boy for several days, he could enter the whorehouse, drink and be part of the party with his crewmates, and find what he really wanted when he retired to his room, discreetly prepared just for him.

This harlot went to the slave market to choose slaves for her whorehouse. The seller has already separated a batch of well-endowed young men, tied their penises and balls, and manipulated them to make them hard. Some are still sticky with semen and precum. One of them, the youngest on the left, was gagged as he kept screaming for help and crying.

The experienced woman and the seller know what the customers like to do and the type of men they want, while the slaves have no idea what can happen to them.

Some pirates do so much wickedness to their sex slaves that they only last a few days being violently raped and used. Others may treat their slaves romantically and affectionately, having sex, sucking, and being penetrated by the slaves. However, to protect their virile reputations, they kill slaves when they're done using them. Others, more cruel, prefer to blind them and cut out their tongues so that they can never tell what they did or with whom.

Poor slaves, they have no idea what can happen to them.

I really love working on this farm.

I really love working on this farm. The boss is very stingy and greedy; the work is heavy, monotonous, and pays poorly; the boss only thinks about his profit. He buys these slut fags from the penitentiary system; he prefers the youngest, between 18 and 22, to transform them into sperm-producing calves. 

The farm's veterinarian is a real butcher; he cuts the vocal cords without the slightest care and the foreskins of those he still has without the slightest hygiene. With the complete transformation in a few weeks, the ex-prisoners, ex-humans, become mindless beasts that moan, cry, and howl constantly.

Daily we inject so many hormones and sexual stimulants that in a short time, they become stronger, very hairy, sexually excited, lustful, and somewhat aggressive. Their penises get bigger, and their tongues and nipples get huge and sensitive. Sexual stimulants are vasodilators that allow for longer and more intense erections, but because of this, animals are more vulnerable to injuries, and their wounds bleed easily. The ropes that bind the wrists and ankles violently scar the leather and wound until it bleeds. All the beatings we give cause very dark and lasting bleeding and bruising. Bites from mosquitoes, fleas, and other parasites injure their skin. 

However, the worst wounds are on the animals' penises, kept inside the milking suckers. The milking equipment is old; its adjustment is neither easy nor safe; sometimes, the pressure is too intense and hurts the penis, and sometimes, it even sucks the entire organ into the tubes. The animal howls in despair, but even if we turn off the equipment, the damage is already done, and what's left of the penis must be removed from the tube with a spatula. The worst thing is not even the loss of a pig; when that happens, that day's production is lost in blood.

These milking animals are kept in precarious, poorly built, hot, and poorly ventilated sheds. The space stinks of sweat, feces, urine, and blood. Hanging by their ankles for many hours, the animals shit on themselves. The noise in these sheds is loud, as the animals moan and cry in pain and pleasure when they are milked; the equipment also makes a lot of noise.

We hung them up for milking for six hours daily, every day, without a break. After being milked, they are dragged to the pigsties to rest, fed, and washed. Foods are the farm's special rations enriched with drugs, vitamins, stimulants, steroids, and hormones, balanced so that they are permanently horny and happy.

That's why they are always kept doped with drugs and tied up. If we let go of their hands, they would masturbate endlessly; they are sexual, stupid, and horny animals. With their wrists and ankles tied in the pigsty, the animals lie on each other and rub, lick, and suck each other non-stop. Some bite and lick the dicks and nipples of others intensely; even when they sleep, they seem permanently horny, caressing each other sexually. Being stimulated by each other all day and by the effect of food and drugs, a healthy and productive animal can produce half a liter of sperm daily.

The caretakers must keep piglets rubbing against each other but ensure they do not come; sperm must be saved for milking time. To separate them, they use the cattle prod, discharging violent electric shocks in the dicks and nipples and tongues.

Milking animals can produce sperm in this rhythm for a few years, not more than three or four years. Many die of heart attacks or exhaustion before they run out of production. 

Those that survive, when they become sterile and no longer produce enough sperm, cannot be sold for slaughter and average meat production. Hormones and steroids entirely take over their bodies, so they are slaughtered on the farm to feed the younger dairy animals; they are turned into the farm's special ration.

Like the other workers on the farm, I could look for other jobs, better paid or less brutal, but we end up enjoying what we do. We like to spank, torture, and fuck these animals. The owner encourages us to be cruel and violent in dealing with pigs; he encourages our sadism; he knows that daily violence transforms and addicts us.

I love to see the young men, still wearing prison uniforms, handcuffed and scared, like other young men, looking like ourselves when they arrive.

When we are tasked with slaughtering and dismantling one of the exhausted animals, they no longer have any human characteristics; they are disgusting, whining pigs. I bring the hammer down on their heads in ecstasy without the slightest pity.

I have the life I deserve and desire!

 

With some difficulty, I can still remember when I was about 12 years old, I was a happy kid when my teachers at school realized I was a faggot. On an exam in a computer class, I chose to click on screens that had men and not the ones that showed women. The Holly Ministry of Education and Morals had established procedures for identifying degenerates like me in early childhood. When the test denounced my orientation, school officials removed me from the room, took me with some other classmates to the courtyard, ripped off our uniforms, and we were chained and handed over to the police. I learned that the government compensated families and confiscated perverts to sell to companies as pack animals.

The laws of God and the traditional Christian family called for society to be free of perverts like me. Before the law, I was neither a god creation nor a human being; I was a slut beast from hell.

I never heard from my family again, wore clothes, or spoke a single word as they cut my vocal cords. In these years of slavery, I ate only animal feed; I was injected with so many drugs that I always felt dazed, confused, alert, and excited. I feel willing and able to work hard all day, without rest, without tiring. I don't feel hungry or in pain. I feel so horny that throughout the day, my cock is stiff and throbbing, even having to lift heavy chains that pierce my foreskin. The currents that penetrate my nipples pull them down, causing pain and arousal, arousing and pleasuring me simultaneously and all the time. I ejaculate many times a day, and the semen drips and dries between the hairs on my legs. An endless orgasm gives me the disposition and strength for work.

I feel joy, strangely happy and satisfied to be this strong and brute animal. I believe my degenerate queer nature is fully realized that way, being what I am.

Handlers who supervise the work of animals like me used to beat, torture, and rape us with cruel sadism and regularity. I and all the other fag animals are docile and obedient, and we fall in love with our handlers. We feel pleasure and gratitude for the beatings and fucks; we lovingly and carefully suck their dicks before being locked in our cells. They often pee on us after blowjobs, and we are even happier to have the smell of our owners' piss. They never wash us; we stink usually, and our aroma exudes acid and is strong from sweat, tears, semen, and urine. My filth and stink also turn me on; I can't understand my feelings or thoughts. I don't know if it's my queer nature or the drugs injected into my veins daily, but I know I'm delighted being what transformed me! I have the life I deserve and desire!

The young beast arrives at the work camp, and an older animal is waiting to be loaded into the van.

Guided by the most advanced neoliberalism, the revision of all legislation and the civil and criminal code allowed the complete privatization of the entire penitentiary system. 

Imprisoned offenders, whether criminals or simply insolvent debtors, lose all civil rights and are transformed into prison companies' property.

These beings can be traded, sold, or used to generate income and ensure economic sustainability and dividends for companies' shareholders.

Large contingents of vagrants, unemployed immigrants or stateless people who once plagued the prosperous cities were quickly imprisoned and lost their few rights as human beings.

Their identities were canceled, all their documents destroyed, and they were only numbered as machines or animals.

Medicine and the pharmaceutical industry quickly developed a whole series of vitamins, drugs, hormones, and cheap feeds to make them strong, resilient, and able to work hours without rest. A complete set of acids, hormones, drugs, and steroids make these beasts docile, calm, and obedient. Thanks to all these scientific resources, these modern beasts accept their brutal working conditions and treatment without complaint or revolt. Since the system's inception, no revolt or riot has been recorded. However, even with all the modern technology employed, companies soon realized that violence is essential to the management and standard of work with these animals.

Chains, collars, handcuffs, whips, nightsticks, cattle prods, and all instruments of restraint and torture are needed to keep these animals willing and working in line. 

The suitable profile selected for the handlers and forepersons who take care of and supervise them is indeed brute, cruel, and sadistic perverted men. Scientific studies in the early years showed that animals kept by crueler teams were more productive. Statistical analyses confirmed that violent beatings and whips, regular rapes, and torture made each animal work harder and better than those treated more mercy and respect.

Studies have confirmed that most animals end up liking and becoming attached to handlers who rape and torture them.

Employees who work with these beasts confirm that many have erections and come when they are raped, whipped, or tortured. The sexual abuse of animals is therefore stimulated and encouraged by companies.

In this image, we see the young beast arriving at the work camp and an older animal waiting to be loaded into the van. The new one will undoubtedly be tortured and raped by all the camp employees for a few weeks before being placed on the work front. The older man is waiting to be placed in the van as it can be used for organ donation or slaughter. 

                              

The cruel punishment of prisoners.

The punishment of prisoners began with the cruel way they were hung with their arms behind their backs. This position causes terrible pain in the back, arms, and shoulders.

Not satisfied with the ordeal, the guards would pull down the prisoner's pants so they could directly spank his ass, rape him and stick the club in his anus.

The guards took turns between beating and raping. The arms hung in this way were so impaired that for many days, they could not be moved; they were, without any strength, useless. So the prisoners had no way to protect themselves from beatings and rape.

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!

My suggestion to improve prison chairs. To celebrate over 10K Twitter followers!

Prison chairs like these have been used to contain prisoners in the US, especially agitated, young, and healthy prisoners.

I made some adjustments, eliminating only the seat, which makes it more playful. It is less comfortable for the detainee and facilitates the torture and violation of his anus and hell of his most sensitive parts.

This chair should be used in every police station and prison world! It allows the prisoner to be wholly immobilized for as long as necessary. The fag is very uncomfortable, hanging by the ropes that tie his shoulders and armpits. The wrists and ankles are secured by leather straps, and the bars that pass under the knees and elbows complete the immobilization and suffering of the prisoner.

In this wheelchair, the fag can be quickly taken to the cell, yard, or courtroom.

If desired, he can be tied up in this way for days: being fed, shitting, and pissing in a simple and easy-to-clean way.

If desired, he can be beaten and tortured efficiently using clubs, whips, pliers, electricity, and fire. Fingers, nipples, and holes are incredibly accessible. The jailers who have used it say it's fun to kick the balls and sticks of prisoners in the chair.

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

The directors told the slut fag that he would be fired from the accounting firm to work at the pig breeding company.

The Pig didn't even question their suggestion; he was heavily in debt and had no alternatives. Soon he would be evicted from where he lived, and he could no longer continue working at the company.

A new job, with housing included, even with a low salary, could be a way to regain some money.

The directors oriented Pig to sell what little he still had, to take only clothes, documents, and personal things. They informed him of the corner near his house, where the breeding company van would pick him up.

He thought he would get a ride to his new job.

He was excited. He loved the idea of ​​working in the countryside, close to real pigs, in a breeding industry, where he could soon find many new colleagues to abuse him.

When the van arrived, the employee opened the trunk, chained Pig's hands behind his back and ankles, closed the door, and left. The fag guy obeyed without question, as he usually did. They didn't say anything to him; they treated him like luggage, like something to be transported.

They left everything the Pig had of his right there on the sidewalk. They took only him, chained, not knowing where.

This is the place I always wanted to be.

 

I liked to feel pain; since childhood, I always had fantasies of being kidnapped, tortured, raped, and enslaved. I would tease my classmates countless times until I got them to beat me up. I always bother everyone, strangers in dark alleys, my bosses, boyfriends, and the police until they beat me up. I never looked for normal relationships or jobs; I always tried to get into situations where I could end up fulfilling my most terrible and violent dreams.

One day I met a guy on the net who proposed that he sell me to a genuinely sadistic group; I didn't hesitate to accept the offer.

I had nothing of value, nor affective, family or professional ties that would prevent my complete and definitive disappearance. I've always dreamed of simply disappearing from the world of men and becoming a sex toy for some perverted, cruel sadist. I signed every contract and form that my broker presented to me. I was excited to read them; I authorized whoever squeezed me to do whatever they wanted with my body; allowed the extraction and donation of all organs; all kinds of torture; eternal captivity, or simple execution. I got turned on and masturbated every time I read the contracts.

After weeks he brought me to this place, where they unceremoniously stripped me, chained me up, and started torturing me.

I've been here for so many days, I've lost track of time; it could be weeks or months, I don't know. I no longer know how many times I was whipped, raped, and tortured in how many ways.

I felt pains that I didn't imagine existed or be able to bear. I've screamed desperately and cried a lot, but when I spend the night on the bench tied up and alone, waiting for the sadists to arrive the following day, my dick still gets hard, and sometimes I still come.

This is the life I always wanted.

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He was sold to a clandestine sperm farm.

The family realized that the boy was different from his older brothers from his childhood. But it was at puberty, that he became a sex addict, hopeless wanker, and bum.

The poor, religious family didn't know how to control that pervert.

He was caught masturbating everywhere in the house and at school. He spent every day at home walking around in damp underwear and a hard cock.

His family had already given up on changing his bad behavior, and his father didn't know what else to do. Punishing him or threatening to kick him out of the house was no use.

A drunken, scoundrel uncle asked the boy if he would like to work in a sperm clinic for a fertility and cosmetics company. He said that in this place, the boy would be turned on and masturbated all the time, that he would live and earn money doing what he loved to do.

The lazy, lustful nephew loved that idea, and so did his family. Everyone asked the uncle to do everything he could so that the boy could at least spend some time in this mysterious place.

For weeks several documents were signed without being read, with great enthusiasm and anxiety both by the boy and his parents.

One day the uncle stopped by the house to pick up his nephew and take him to the clinic. It was the last time the boy was seen, and no one in his family ever mentioned his name again.

As soon as he arrived at the clinic, he was given a nice meal of fries and stupidly cold beer. He had no idea he was being drugged.

In fact, his uncle sold him to a clandestine sperm farm. All sperm produced was sold to the cosmetic industry.

When he woke up, he was already naked, immobilized, and gagged against the wall of a vast shed.

He was held for many weeks in this uncomfortable position and place without any respite. Daily they injected hormones and steroids in his ass, exciting drugs into his dick. They put a thick dildo with vibrators in his anus and electrical clamps in his tits and balls. He could feel the vibrations and electricity coursing through his body and arousing him continuously, like an endless orgasm.

His cock, tied to the bar of his feet, was hard and accessible to be milked, like a cow four times a day. When he didn't produce enough cum he was violently whipped to learn to generate the expected amount of cum.

Boys were treated this way and kept in these conditions until they lost their fertility completely.

Within weeks, excess electricity, hormones, and drugs were frying their brains, making them so stupid and silly that some couldn't even speak.

When they became unproductive, they were taken to the other side of the country and left on the streets without money or documents.

To Jiroh with admiration and respect, from his fan and disciple, Pote

Jiroh's drawings continue to inspire and teach me. Synthetic trait of him describes strong, smelly, cruel and hot cops and soldiers! Its prisoners are excited, submissive and in love with their brutal executioners. All characters, each in their role, find their true nature and happiness.

See how expressive and sexy his recent drawings are!

What men are naked? I don't see any! I only see animals, such as horses, camels, goats, dogs, and slaves. But that's how animals are supposed to be, isn't it?

Slavery is an ancient institution. People from peoples defeated in wars, captured or kidnapped, were sold and bought like any other commodity or animal.

In countries and regions around the Sahara, this practice dates back to times before the Roman Empire until, in 1981, Mauritania became the last country to abolish slavery officially.

Even today, in several countries of the world, people are held and treated as slaves.

Most of the available images show slaves wearing petticoats or breeches as if nudity was immoral or shocking.

However, historians and scholars describe that the slaves' nudity was a way of reiterating their animal condition as non-human creatures. In some tribes, the slave was forbidden to wear any clothing, a privilege of free men. Nudity marked the difference between the poor worker and the slave.

There is a story of a European traveler who visited these markets and asked a merchant: Why do all these men have to be naked?

To which the merchant replied: What men are naked? I don't see any! I only see animals, such as horses, camels, goats, dogs, and slaves. But that's how animals are supposed to be, isn't it?

I made two illustrations showing how slaves were customarily kept entirely naked, and I added below a picture from Le Petit Parisien from June 1907, showing a slave market in Morocco.

We see a slave carrying a bag wearing a small cloth, one having his teeth examined, wearing a skirt, and another naked behind, half-hidden by the buyers. The design reveals the puritanism of the European designer.