The day of the auction.

The masochistic and submissive fagot HB wants, with all his strength, to be destroyed by a genuinely sadistic Owner. For years, he has been looking for someone to accept a pervert fag like him. He knows he's not worth much; his flabby body won't arouse desire or affection from normal gay dominators; he knows he's not worth anything anyway.

That's why he was looking online for people who traded slut slaves like him, for sadists who would pay for it. A group of young dominators in the Czech Republic, viral and well-known among BDSM gays, said they could sell him, as long as he was displayed in an online auction they run, for their followers and regular customers.

They would keep the sale price and hand it to the best bidder. They announced on Twitter that they would sell an old fag into actual slavery, with no return, and could be tortured without limits or slaughtered by the buyer.

HB arrived in Prague two days before the sale, and for two days, he was used by the boys who whipped, tortured, and fucked him to "learn about the qualities" of the animal they had sold; it was what they called a fag test drive.

The boys used their cell phones for the auction, and at the agreed time, they had more than 500 online followers watching the bid live. Before the auction started, they made the pervert swallow several pills and injected something into his ass.

H was initially presented dressed in a shirt and slacks and undressed on camera to show that he was a real guy who was willingly selling himself. They showed the buyer his documents and gave all his details online.

They put HB on his knees and started the auction by making him suck one of the guys who covered his face in cum. To show that the old man was an experienced and competent cocksucker.

Then, they stuck an iron in his dick to show the size of his dick erect. While one of the boys tightened a collar around his neck, the other began to crush and twist one of the fag's nipples with force and sadism. The pain was immense; the boy was powerful and squeezed the pliers mercilessly. HB felt his body tremble and his dick pulse excitedly; suddenly, a squirt of cum came out with great force, escaping between the iron and his rock-hard penis! The camera filmed the ejaculation, and followers enjoyed seeing the pain exciting the perverted slave.

Afterward, for hours, his nipples were cruelly injured. At the same time, HB repeated to the audience on the boys' cell phone everything they had announced, all the forms of torture and mutilation he accepted to suffer.

He accepted that all his bones would be broken, that his teeth, his nipples, his lips, his nose, his fingers, his tongue, and his eyes could be brutally ripped out.

That his hands and feet could be cut off, he accepted red-hot tongs and rods, acid, and skinning. 

He continued speaking his text while signing the documents with authorizations for each form of destruction. He only saw the light on his face and felt short of breath as the collar was getting tighter and tighter, suffocating him. At the same time, the big boy with the pliers continued pinching, crushing, and twisting several pieces of his chest with great force, cruelty, and violence.

Sometimes, HB stopped reading the text, as he almost passed out from pain and shortness of breath. Then, in the middle of the auction, he just passed out.

He woke up feeling a lot of pain from the wounds on his chest. He lost track of time, he didn't know how long he had been unconscious, and when he understood where and how he was, he realized that he was face down on the floor with his wrists tied behind his back and being fucked hard by the big boy.

HB asked the boys, with his face and injured chest rubbing the floor:

-Did you manage to sell me?

The boy who was fucking him, holding him by the hair, replied:

- Yes, we did it, you piece of shit, the cost wasn't much, but in three weeks, we'll send you to Australia. The owner of a workshop in Brisbane bought you and said he would have a barbecue with your old carcass!

- Besides your money and the money the guy will pay, we agreed that we would stay with you for this time here just to have fun torturing and fucking you. Besides, some of our clients here in the city paid to use and torture you during these days.

HB breathed a sigh of relief and happiness, simply closed his eyes, and felt his body receiving the thrusts of the boy who was fucking him; he came happily, imagining everything that would happen to him, his dream finally coming true.

The second part of this post is at this link below:

https://bdsmmaledrawings.blogspot.com/2023/10/a-drawing-for-perverted-and-masochistic.html

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.

SM relationship, training and learning. Chapter 1

 

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.

When we were in quarantine the slave learned to be the whore of every male in the family.

As the pandemic and quarantine advanced, my mother had to move into our grandmother's house to take care of the older apprentices. Some of my cousins ​​started having problems with my uncles, and several family homes had to be reorganized, and the residents were redistributed.

It turns out that my father, my fag brother, and several cousins ​​stayed at our house, all men and our slut servant.

During that time, none of us were taking remote classes or working. With the family store closed, we wouldn't leave the house for weeks on end for no reason. Whole days and nights were spent drinking, playing video games, playing cards, cigarettes, marijuana, and beer.

My cousins ​​and I didn't jack off; we just stuck our cocks in the bitch's mouth to be sucked many times a day. When we felt like it, we fucked his pussy while he sucked one of us.

We were all irate, tense, and depressed, and we took our anger out by hitting and humiliating our animal. Punches, kicks, and slaps in the face were thrown by everyone all the time, without any restriction or reason. Slaps and punches to the face, violent enough to knock the unfortunate sissy to the ground.

But we often used leather belts to whip him until our arms were tired and sore from whipping our slave so hard. We were so irritated by the confinement and so stressed by the situation that my brother's degradation became our primary collective relief.

I didn't see my dad fuck my brother; I don't know if he ever did. But I've seen the fag suck his father`s dick hundreds of times, and I can say that it was our father who gave his youngest son the most violent beatings from his belt.

I saw the hatred for having such a silly and despicable child in his eyes. He lashed out violently to see how far the boy would accept, at what point the boy would react, ask for forgiveness, or for mercy. And, truth be told, the fag took it all steady and silent; not once did the fag ask us to stop, not once for mercy.

When we all passed out drunk and tired, he tidied the house and the kitchen, took out all the dirty clothes, washed the dishes and pans, and cooked the food. While we watched the games on television, he served us drinks and snacks, receiving slaps and kicks in return.

One afternoon, while he was serving us, his cock was so hard that a cousin was bothered by the queer's exuberant excitement.

The cousins ​​and I quickly dropped the joysticks and jumped onto our toy, holding its arms and legs apart. Cousin Breno took a drag on his cigarette, lighting the flame, and then placed the hot ember on the head of my brother's hard cock.

He repeated the operation several times, burning our slave's erect, throbbing penis with his cigarette. The fag moaned and writhed silently; I don't know whether from pain or excitement. He wasn't trying to escape that torture that only ended when he ejaculated with enthusiasm, causing everyone to burst out laughing and amazement!

I was sure whoever the happiest boy in that house was my slut brother.

These weeks served to show, both to the family and to my brother, that this degrading life was exactly the kind of life that this execrable faggot wants to have.

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

Brutalized and abused these awful beasts become useful animals.

 With time and successive beatings the animals end up getting used to the new condition, their new life. They withstand lashes and rapes without resistance, resigned. The glare in their eyes fades, their eyes get a bovine look, without shine, without life. Tears, sweat, sperm, blood, urine, feces, dust stick to wounds and body hair. They become filthy, smelly, obedient and stupid animals.

Brutalized and abused these awful beasts become useful animals.

The most exciting photos I've ever encountered on the web. And the story behind them. Part 06

I continue to post the photos of the process of animalization of this slave that I found on the web. The photos are scattered on many blogs and websites, have different resolutions and qualities. But you can arrange them in chronological order and check out what happened to that animal.

This is the sixth part of its history.

It is evident in the photos in which the slave appears with the hood that do not want to show his face. The scenes with the slave hanging and tied are strong and the body of the animal shows the dirt and the scars of many beatings accumulated.

Something changes in the images that were taken after they remove the hood of the animal.

All his hair was torn, his hair and his eyebrows gone. 

He looks more brutish, his gaze was more expressionless, like an animal or a pig. 

His skin looks more like leather.

He will never appear again without gags.

He is always with his mouth filled by the penis of his Owners or gagged.

The most exciting photos I've ever encountered on the web. And the story behind them. Part 05

I continue to post the photos of the process of animalization of this slave that I found on the web. The photos are scattered on many blogs and websites, have different resolutions and qualities. But you can arrange them in chronological order and check out what happened to that animal.

This is the fifth part of its history.

So many of the photos no longer show the face of the animal.

The well on the floor where he was locked resigned happens to have a steel grating. It becomes a cage.

The animal begins to be tied more effectively. Chained by heavier chains.

In the older photos the employees appeared with their faces blurred, so they would not be recognized. Now they wear hoods, like real executioners. Obviously the photos are taken by one of them, while others torture the animal.

Although their owner's clothes are very similar, they are different. We can see that the wretch was tied up in the same positions on different days.

The photos no longer allow us to evaluate if the animal is still accepting the way it is treated and used.

That the cruel owners of the animal appear with their faces covered is understandable. But the 

animal, until that moment, still appeared with its discovered face. What has changed?

The most exciting photos I've ever encountered on the web. And the story behind them. Part 04

I continue to post the photos of the process of animalization of this slave that I found on the web. The photos are scattered on many blogs and websites, have different resolutions and qualities. But you can arrange them in chronological order and check out what happened to that animal.

This is the fourth part of its history .

You can still find pictures of the animal being treated like a miserable but apparently happy pig.

Always naked and chained, like an animal must be kept. But still with his hair and eyes serene and lived.

He is trained to please and suck his owners.

Trained to be obedient, learning to lose his dignity.

Learning to endure constant and brutal rapes and beatings.

We see in the photos that its scrotum and penis are kept locked. That the animal is learning that its body serves only for the amusement and cruelty of its owners.

The process of training and brutalization, will gradually ruin all traces of humanity. Certainly it is kept for long periods tied up in very uncomfortable, incommunicable positions. The animal is forbidden to speak, its mouth serves only as a place for urine, sperm and dirty food and shit. He is fed and treated like a pig. He becomes an animal indeed.

The most exciting photos I've ever encountered on the web. And the story behind them. Part 02

This is the second post to share the photos of this slave that I find on different websites and blogs on the network. I was able to put them in chronological order and gather some information about this animal. 

Through the photos we can follow its process of degradation and reduction to the condition of animal.

 

From the first photos it is clear that this is not a young man. He had white hair, very pale skin, and the flaccid body of an old man.

From the spots on his body we can see that he was raped and brutally handled by everyone.

In all the photos the animal appears tied, immobilized and with marks of the violence that he suffered.

We see patches of brutal beatings on his back and buttocks.

We see him being fed like a pig, eating remnants of food being humiliated with cruelty.

We see him locked in pits and being covered in urine.

The most exciting photos I've ever encountered on the web. And the story behind them. Part 03

I continue to post the photos of the process of animalization of this slave that I found on the web. The photos are scattered on many blogs and websites, have different resolutions and qualities. But you can organize them in chronological order and check what happened to this animal.

This is the third part of his story.

Notice that your face and attitude is one of acceptance. He accepts without question being chained and stored naked in a hole in the ground.

He seems to agree that he is now this despicable animal.

His gaze reveals a certain satisfaction in his animal condition. A certain bovine resilience, strong and serene.

The animal is tied in very uncomfortable positions. making him believe that he was held immobilized in these positions for nights and days.

He is beaten, tortured, and raped, but she is quiet, without revolt or astonishment.

What most impresses in the photos in which the animal still appears with hair is his resigned posture.

Even when his body shows obvious signs of brutal beatings, his posture, his hands show resigned acceptance of his condition.

Notice that in the slave's anus we see a huge reamer strung.

His permanent nakedness, the dirt on his body show the miserable and cruel conditions in which he is kept.

The photos are almost always nocturnal and poorly lit. It is clear that his executioners work during the day and keep him in captivity, locked up, all day. At nights before they go to the comfort of their homes they beat, rape and torture.