The brutal and lascivious life of road slaves.

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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.

Three Years a Slave: Making him suffer alone while he waits. Part Seventeen.

 

As the months went by, my Owners began to lose interest in the Pig, and I started experimenting with new ways of making him suffer.

Since I was the only one who went to the shed to feed him and check on him, I began to feel as if he was mine alone and to discover that I also felt the sadistic pleasure of watching him suffer.

The life of a shitty slave faggot is not only work, tasks, rape, and torture; it is, above all, waiting, suffering, bored and silent for the moment someone decides to use you. Being just a thing that waits to be used.

So I started to tie the Pig in positions where he could stay for many hours, even days, without me doing or having any work with him.

I hung him from the high beam of the structure by the gag, like a fish hanging by its mouth. I ensured he could reach the ground with the tips of his feet, with discomfort and difficulty.

He couldn't sleep in that position; hanging there without sleeping for many hours, whole days began to destroy him.

I only let him go when it was time to feed him, once a day, for a little over half an hour. During that time, he would fall to his knees on the floor and eat the food from the bucket and drink the water from the bowl, still with his hands tied behind his back and his ankles restrained by the irons. He ate desperately and greedily because he was exhausted, hungry, and trembling with pain and cramps. If the tortures had not managed to break the perverted masochist, the long hours of solitary immobilization in the closed shed were working very well! I loved to see him crying, moaning, and trembling in deep sadness and despair.

While he was still eating, I would grab the gag to cover his mouth, and he would start begging, in desperation, crying with his mouth buried in the bucket of food.

- For the love of God, I'm hungry and tired. Don't hang me up again; leave me on the floor for a while. I can't stand being hung up like this.

I wouldn't answer; I would finish his feeding, rest, and hang him up again.

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.

 

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.

An innovative startup created an app to sell live sex toys to wealthy people!

In the mid-21st century, when the big global technology groups eliminated states, neoliberal capitalism took over all areas and sectors of the economy. Police systems, armies, prison systems, and even justice were privatized. The legislative system and the government are managed by "managers" and "CEO's" in the service of investors, large banks, trusts, and companies. There are no more universal individual rights; now, there are only consumer and investor rights, and justice only takes care of contracts and commercial agreements.

People arrested for any crime or misconduct by the police enter the private prison system as a commodity. All prisoners have to pay for time and services while in prison; those who cannot afford to pay can do forced labor, be hired, or even be sold for any purpose. They usually regularly take blood, sperm, hair, and organs that can be sold.

After being slaughtered, all parts are used, each piece of meat, leather, bones, corneas, etc.

A very innovative Korean startup has proposed a more profitable way of slaughtering inmates. This web app allows consumers to own one of these inmates for fun, using them as sex toys until they die.

The application offers sex prisoner toys that can be chosen by type, size, and all the characteristics that please consumers. Buyers can choose the place to play; everything can be taken to buyers' homes or clubs, farms, or resorts. They can hire complementary services, choose sumptuous dinners, the type of food, drinks, and decoration, having live music and film crews. They decide whether they want one or two helpers, the types of pliers, chains, hooks, whips, paddles, sticks, or any instrument of torture. The sex toys that will be tortured can be muzzled if the client prefers to listen to ambient music or have their mouth free to hear their screams and moans. The toy might have a dildo locking its asshole to ensure it doesn't shit or have any orifices flushed out to be fucked by the group.

Experienced company technicians accompany all the fun of the customers, guiding the game to ensure that the toy does not die quickly, does not pass out or remain unconscious for a long time, but must also take care that it does not leave there alive, so as not to disappoint the expectations of the customers. He guides the more anxious or less experienced guests on where to hurt, how to hurt, and how to provoke pain and sincere screams without spilling too much blood or getting too dirty on their clothes or the environment.

The company is an absolute success story; it put its services online less than a year ago, generated thousands of jobs, has an award-winning environmental policy, already has its shares on six stock exchanges, earned millions of dollars, and won many investors and loyal customers in more than twenty countries.

Celebrities and digital influencers share nights of pure lust and pleasure on their networks using the services. Groups of companies, sports teams, and university classes hired the services for commemorative and educational events with different purposes. His films produced for pornography are among the most accessed and sold.

What surprised its managers is that it had to create the reverse system quickly, with clients willing to be tortured to death for money or lust. Hundreds of poor or indebted men sought the app pending to be sold so their families could have their bills paid. Or even hundreds of masochistic perverts offer themselves free of charge to be traded. These sex toys have gained particular buyers who are particularly horny for these profiles, some reaching exceptionally high values at auctions.

In this image, a group of wealthy friends is excited to use the pliers on the toy's nipples, tongue, balls, and penis while one whips it. They booked the support team and lounge for at least eight hours of fun. They paid dearly; they didn't skimp on the chosen toy, as they loved its big soft nipples, its heavy balls in a very long scrotum and its colossal cock. The company prepared it to guarantee a beautiful and hard erection for hours.

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!

My uncle asked me to help select the best riding beasts when I was still a teenager.

My uncle asked me to help select the best riding beasts when I was still a teenager. His farm bred human beasts by developing strains that were fitter, stronger, and more resistant to being ridden.

His animals were more than two meters tall, weighed more than 175 kilos, and were very strong and resistant. In addition to their size and strength, they needed to be virile, they received massive doses of hormones, so they were hairy, and their sexual organs were enormous.

On the other hand, they needed to be calm and obedient. Therefore, their brains were underdeveloped and treated with drugs, making them even more dumb and addicted. That's why they were docile, silly, and scared like two-year-olds. They were terrified, moaned, and cried often. The animals were selected and genetically altered to have the desired characteristics, and hormones and steroids change puppies from birth. Those born smaller were castrated, corrected by steroids and hormones, and sold for less noble and heavy work or slaughter.

In a few decades and generations, the animals were very different from the original breeders; they became bigger, much more robust, docile, and obedient.

I loved riding the fields on horseback every day. I took long walks, 20 and 30 kilometers, alternating rhythmic and calm trot and speed running stretches. When I returned to the stables and delivered the animals, I defined the treatment they would receive from the handlers for their performance during the ride.

If the beast fulfilled the entire tour with quality, it would get a bath, food, and the rest it deserved.

If the slut lost rhythm or lacked the breath to finish the ride at the desired speed, I set the number of lashes it would receive from 100 to 500 violent lashes on the back.

I never had any bond of affection or sympathy with these despicable animals; I did not identify them, recognize them or know their names. Their hides were covered with marks and wounds from beatings; they bleed easily, and even when washed, they stank and accumulate fleas and attract flies. They weren't pretty like dogs and horses, and I thought it was disgusting how they pissed and shit while walking. But I was an excellent jockey; I knew how to ride them, giving precise commands with the harness and the stimulus with the spurs and the cattle prod.

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. 

                              

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!

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

Over time, although the Pig was treated as one of the company's animals, the caretakers discovered that it could have other uses and tasks. 

Its ability to suck the workers' dick was soon recognized, praised, and used at every opportunity.

It also began to serve as a pack animal, unloading bags of feed from trucks. Being used as a slave kept naked while being beaten with whips was an undisguised hard-on for the submissive, masochistic fagot.

His hard cock betrayed his permanent horny. This encouraged the sadism of the servants, who beat and whipped him for no reason to humiliate him.

The worse it was treated, the greater the violence and humiliation, and the more excited and happy the creepy queer was.

Pig lived the life he dreamed of, happy to wallow in the mud with the other animals. Although he was always silent and obedient, he tried in every way to encourage cruelty and sadism in his caretakers.

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

The first few weeks with the Pig in the sty were for him to adapt to the condition of a breeding animal. He had to learn how to live with the other animals in the pigpen. He had to deal with disputes over territory and food with the other male animals. He learned to interact and sleep with the other pigs. Where to shit, where to piss, and how to fight over the food dumped in the food rack.

Another learning experience was how to interact with the company's handlers.

They made a remarkable effort to treat Pig like all other animals, but they soon discovered it had unique characteristics and abilities. They soon found that the slut fag gave very competent blowjobs. Even when cleaning the pigsty stalls, it was common for them to stick their dicks out of their overalls and tell Pig to suck. They held its head by the earrings forcing their penises to the back of the animal's throat.

At the end of the workdays, some handlers would lean Pig into the wash tanks and wash its anus with the water hoses so they could fuck it. In those days, gang rapes took advantage of cleaning the filthy anus.

However, the most traumatic experience for Pig was when the keepers took the pigs from the stall to the slaughterhouse, one by one; violent hammer blows slaughtered them to the head. The pigs screamed in despair when they watched the others being killed.

The Pig stood between them, anxiously wondering if it would be slaughtered.

At the end of the slaughter, he was hung among the other dead pigs and spent the night hanging, imagining that his time would one day come.

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

 Another form of humiliation and use of the collective Pig was blowjobs. The low partitions that separated the workstations from the corporate environment allowed that even during work, without attracting much attention, the Pig could be placed on his knees sucking his colleagues' dicks. In this role, the men felt extraordinary vanity in shoving their cocks so deep into the fag's throat that he choked and suffocated.

However, for cleaning the office carpet, it was critical that he swallowed all the cum without spilling a single drop. Even if the dirt on the floor was promptly cleaned with the tongue and swallowed by the Pig for choking or spilling, he was brutally punished.

The first punishments were slaps on the face, pinching of the nipples, and pulling the ears as if punishing poorly behaved children. However, when the leather belt came into use, and Pig's back got red, purple, and blue marks, the office colleagues had new fun.

The Pig took the beatings without any objection. He tried to keep quiet, but when the blows were too painful, he would moan and cry softly, which added to the audience's delight.

His ability to withstand the beatings and pain only worsened his brutality and cruelty. At the end of the day or during coffee breaks, it was common for someone to appear with a belt, whip, or hose to injure the Pig's body, demonstrating his skill in using the instrument of punishment.

No team member felt any empathy, pity, or embarrassment in humiliating and beating up the disgusting fucking faggot.

This is the third post in the series that tells the story of a guy who wanted to be reduced to a Pig.

Every day, little by little, each co-worker felt authorized and even invited to humiliate and abuse the Pig. He obeyed all orders without question, offering himself to the cruelest humiliations. 

His manager, who considered him a complete asshole, decided to take the lead in the humiliations.

He explained to the subordinate: since you are now the department slut pig, from now on, you will only eat dog food straight from this bowl, and you will only drink the piss of your colleagues. 

The servant obeyed on all fours and ate the ration without question.

The manager amused himself by stepping on the back of the fag's head and burying his face in the pissed ration. The employee swallowed and chewed the food with difficulty, choking and smearing himself without attempting to resist or complaining.

After making his subordinate eat the ration, he ordered him to hand over his company meal card.

In the next department meeting, the manager proposed to the other employees that, as the fag would start to eat the pissed ration every day in the office, his meal voucher would pay for everyone else's lunch.

All employees went out every day at lunchtime, walking and talking animatedly to one of the neighborhood restaurants. The manager established that the faggot would follow the group, barefoot and shirtless, with his hands behind his back and silent. The rule stated that the awful queer would follow the group about three paces behind so as not to be mistaken for one of them. He had to spend the entire lunch hour with an old pencil between his teeth to ensure he didn't say anything and remain quiet.

While the employees ate lunch, the Pig waited quietly and stood on the sidewalk in front of the restaurant, like a beggar or homeless person.

On returning from lunch, everyone went to the bathroom and pissed in an old jug. This jar was poured into the feed, and the Pig ate its lunch in front of everyone.

The builder's bitch. Part three of four.

During the day, in addition to working hard, the slave suffered humiliation and violence.

In the workers' mess, he eats like a dog, the rest of the other's food, never using his hands, with his mouth straight from dirty pans on the floor. Workers pissed on him, on his food, and made him drink piss in front of everyone.

Sometimes they interrupt work to piss in his mouth or ask for blowjobs in the middle of work, during working hours.

He obeyed all commands without question, accepted his role as a slut bitch, and diligently carried out all orders.

However, he still received many slaps, punches, and violent kicks. The cruelest classmates had fun stepping on him with their dirty boots, rubbing them hard in his face and dick.

I could see him being fucked several times by my peers. They shoved all sorts of objects into his ass; hoe handles, beer bottles; so hard cocks were the ones that hurt the slave's anus the least.

No one expressed pity or sympathy for that smelly, scruffy bitch, not even him.

The builder's bitch. Part two of four.

The man worked hard in the hot sun, wearing only his baggy, dirty shorts. The workers gave him the heaviest, most tiring, and most uncomfortable tasks, and he carried out orders without complaint and with commitment.

I loved seeing his muscular, furry body making repeated efforts, letting me see his ass and private parts without embarrassment.

Even though he worked hard, the manager would sometimes punish him with violence and cruelty at the end of the day.

While we workers were showering, the animal surrendered its wrists to be obediently tied up. The poclain was used to raise his arms in the air until his feet barely touched the ground!

Then, before the beating began, one of the workers would lower his shorts, showing his naked body to the entire audience.

He suffered in silence and didn't groan or try to run away. he accepted every lash as he took orders and tasks throughout the day.

The number of lashes that were given to his body was impressive, already marked by countless previous beatings. But what impressed me the most was that his dick got hard during the loss.

The spanking didn't stop until he came when he ejaculated in front of everyone.

The Master knew exceptionally well the mind, the body, and all the perversions, limits, and kinky of his slave.

The Noble Lords of the lands freely disposed of all the animals and the servants of their properties. Their decisions needed no justification and were not questionable.

This servant was the same age as his Lord's son; from childhood, they had played together as close friends in the halls of the big house and the woods around it. They seemed like brothers, with great affinity, collaboration, and intimacy to all of them. However, apparently, they fell out at some point in their youth, and the young Owner began to exercise countless cruelties by personally punishing or ordering his closest friend to be whipped. The beatings and humiliations became part of their daily lives; the young nobleman seemed to enjoy keeping his servant naked and on a leash, as his pet, even in front of his family members and guests.

The nobleman's parents approved and encouraged their son's sadism, laughing and praising his cruelty and authoritarianism.

After the death of his Noble Father the young heir took over the administration of the property and started to show all his sadism freely.

Since then, his closest toy has been kept naked and chained at all times. His entire body bears the marks of years of beatings and countless tortures and whippings.

This servant receives the most brutal and heavy tasks and works all the time, without rest under surveillance and constant whippings from foremen specially assigned to him. The Owner personally trained these foremen to whip his favorite toy without seriously injuring it.

In addition to the beatings, his Master condemns it to more humiliating and perverse punishments. He ordered all other male servants and clerks to fuck him at least once weekly. He watched the slave suck the cocks of every man on the estate in a single day. The Owner made a point of personally monitoring each of the punishments.

The Master knew exceptionally well the mind, the body, and all the perversions, limits, and kinky of his closest bitch.

This scene shows the Lord calmly smoking his pipe on the main house's porch on a summer afternoon. The Owner pinches his servant's nipples with pleasure while describing in detail the punishments the servant will suffer next. The Noble feels the giant cock throbbing against his leg; when he feels the hot sperm spill, he orders the foreman to take the servant to the pillory to be whipped again.

Everyone was sure that they deeply loved each other.

Some days guys would just spend hours having fun beating me up. Last part of four.

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The boys got used to having me as a maid and sex slave in their house every weekend. Part three of four.

The boys got used to having me as a servant and a sex slave in their house. Every weekend I went back to the house on Friday afternoon and only went out on Monday morning.

I loved being naked all the time, with a collar and chains, abused, fucked, and humiliated by all of them.

When they opened the house door, I entered naked and with my hard cock, excited with the expectation of the first slaps and spats in my face.

I was forbidden to come; they kept me on edge, aroused, dripping precum, but not ejaculating once.

I was as aroused by the pain as by the humiliations. They were young, lively, and fun; they had a lot of friends and girlfriends in the house. They were all used to seeing me naked as part of their routine and household chores.

I used to suck dicks and get fucked in front of everyone without any awkwardness or amazement. I used to serve drinks and beers, collected clothes, and tidied and cleaned the house.

All of them smoked a lot, all the time, cigarettes, cigars, or marijuana; they liked to put out the cigarettes on my body, especially on my nipples and my cock, then they stuck the butts in my mouth and turned into a collective ashtray.

Soon I had to learn to endure the burns without complaining or groaning, and before long, this unfortunate habit started to turn me on, too. At parties, when the house was full of young people, I was the one who collected the beer bottles and cans, getting burned by all the cigarettes with contempt and naturalness.

I loved it all.