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

A drawing inspired by the work of Degenerate!

A young slave, in the early years of slavery, motivates and challenges guards to dominate, subdue and rape him. Then, over the years, the animal loses its luster, resistance, and interest. It just becomes another familiar beast of burden for the heaviest work.

With a few decades of hard work, the beast begins to suffer the wear and tear of heavy and continuous work. Its muscles remain firm and strong, but its joints, knees, shoulders, and spine are ruined. Even though they are "motivated" by more frequent and violent lashes to avoid slowing the work, the animal starts losing rhythm and productivity. The animal struggles to keep working because even though they are stupid beasts, they know that if they lose their usefulness, they will be slaughtered like any useless cattle.

Animal 263 suffered and survived this process of heavy wear. After years of hard work, his muscular body was compromised by sharp and constant pain in his back, shoulders, and legs. The beatings and the lashes already hurt less than his old, ruined body; they couldn't get him to work at the pace of the others.

His trainers then decided to punish him in the dungeon, a damp, dark cellar that served as a jail for more rebellious slaves.

The beast was immobilized in a very uncomfortable way, precisely so that it functioned as punishment. Chained in this way, the slave cannot sit, lay, or stand. The wooden log that holds its wrists is heavy enough to hurt your shoulders and neck. The immobilization in that position caused him constant pain so terrible that the worst of the beatings or torture still seemed light and bearable.

Immobilized for weeks, he urinates and defecates on his feet and legs. His thirst and hunger are only relieved by impatient relapses and careless jailers who shove food and piss in his mouth in an inconsistent and humiliating way.

Fighting for his life, the animal offers itself and begs to make blowjobs for each jailer who passes in front of him. He knows that if he has no use, he will be slaughtered.

When his cries and groans disturb the jailers, he is beaten and whipped. Even so, he would rather be beaten than forgotten, his most significant and worst fear. He saw some other animals go so long without water or food that they died of starvation.

As he feared, a few weeks later, he died right there, bound, filthy, and hungry.

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.

My testimony about a happy 24/7 relationship.

I am about 50 years old and I live on a 24/7 basis for my Owner for almost five years.

I am flogged every day, when I wake up I have to get naked, I got my nipples pierced and I get down on all fours over the bed to receive no less than a hundred lashes in the back. After that I lie on my back, with my belly up, my Owner pulls off the nipples clamps twisting hard, and whips the nipples about 50 times. After that, I kiss him, grateful, put the clamps again my aching nipples, and then I get on all fours again, to be whipped on the other side, to have the clamps torn out again with cruelty and flogged on the bruises and sores nipples again.

We cover the bed with a waterproof cover, before the beating, because I've bled countless times.

I tell you that I wake up excited every morning to know that I will be whipped.

We love the routine of beatings. Sometimes, when we have more time or on weekends, the beatings are bigger and crueler.

When my Owner is especially disposed and excited he has already given more than 2000 lashes in a single day.

The beatings are only for his delight, not mine. My only pleasure must be to serve him.

He lets me enjoy it about four or five times for years, only when he decides. I can only cum when he tells me to.

When he decides that I have to cum, he announces how many lashes I'm going to get that day and, before the beating, he orders me to masturbate while he whips me.

I had to learn to get the erection and ejaculate being flogged, he just stops beating when I ejaculate.

After cleaning the sperm, he gives the beating he has established, hundreds of lashes without mercy. He says he feels special pleasure in whipping me after my enjoyment, to make it clear that spanking is for his pleasure, not mine.

I feel horny for knowing that I am his fucking animal, his toy and slave. More than the beatings, what excites is the surrender, the acceptance resigned and obedient to his cruelty.

When I surrendered to him, other dominators said no SM relationship remains hot after two or three years. They said that over time, the routine turns all relationships into vanilla. I assure you that ours continues to grow in the cruelty and violence of beatings.

I'm more in love and happy than ever.

I think it is important to give this testimony so that other animals like me can bet on the truthful delivery and the life of bondage and service they have always dreamed of.

Do you feel the same?

This weekend I was cruelly flogged by my Owner.

My Owner whips me every day. Even after married years we continued to maintain our ritual of daily whipping. At least 200 lashes a day.
But to celebrate the religious holiday, and to have more time available, he decided to be more rough this weekend.

Yesterday, when we woke up, my owner shoved a dildo into my ass, gave me 400 lashes on the back, spilled wax on my breasts, and then removed the wax trapped in my hairs by brutally lashing them.
This morning my owner gave me 800 lashes.
I bleed a lot today.

I love him so much, that I endure the beatings without complaining, without being bound, without any resistance. This year I have not been allowed to come it once, the beatings and torture are just for his pleasure. My body belongs to him, he can do whatever pleases him.


After the beating, I kissed him, thanked him for his attention, and went to breakfast.

Brutal and cruel torture III concluded!

Finally completes the drawing.
It was based on the testimony and simple drawing of a boy tortured in Asia. I think it unlikely that anyone support is hanging this way and flogged. I doubt if the victim survives. But okay, Here is my drawing.

Sunday is the day of my Lord

Today is Sunday, my Master gave me 500 lashes. I had to clean the dirty walls of the room caused by the blood that splashed.
He can beat me all he want, I belong to him, cause I love him.
I never ask to beat less, never ask for mercy. At the end of each beating I kiss and thank him. The more he hits, the more I feel that I belong to him, I'm his thing, his toy, his bitch.

This is not fantasy, it's real. This is what I always dreamed,  which I never believed would conquer, that could never come true. I could not be happier.

The music of a brutal drubbing with whip.

I love to hear the sound of the leather of the whip, beating the slave leather. I love to hear her moans. The sound of a brutal drubbing with whip, seems like music to me.

Do not limit myself only to the drawings. Real Flogging.

These photos are just to show that I do not limit myself only to the drawings. I'm flogged daily, my Owner.

My body is marked by the whips of the last days.

A year ago I became a slave 24/7 of my Owner.
Since then I have been used, whipped and tortured every day. My dreams have come true, I've never been so happy.
My body is marked by the whips of the last days.
Want to be marked that all the time, for the rest of my life.

I really like to draw, whipping the skin of animals.