The fate of a submissive and masochistic man from a poor family in the countryside.

 From an early age, I knew that I was different from the other boys at school, because I was gay and submissive. My mother raised me and my brothers alone, working tirelessly, and when she saw that I was a sissy, she took me out of school and put me in charge of the housework. I learned to cook, iron, and care for the house without stopping. I learned through beatings, I was spanked by her, my brothers, and my older cousins. I spent years without leaving the house for anything, barefoot, wearing only old and dirty underwear, because no one bothered by my nakedness, not even me. I slept on the floor in the utility room, almost always naked, and often woke up in the middle of the night to someone fucking me or pissing on me.

My mother left early and came back late at night. The only people who lived in the house were my four brothers and three cousins. It was a house with many teenagers and men. From them, I also learned to give blowjobs and give my ass without stopping or moaning. I do not complain about being put in this place and role. I like being the slut and treated as such. All the humiliation, the fucking and the beatings only made me horny and happy. Growing up like this, I learned from my family who I am, what a slut faggot like me is for, and how much it's worth.

When I turned 18, my mother told me I should travel to the nearest big city because she had gotten me a job with an uncle, a brother of hers I hadn't met yet.

She gave me a sealed letter, an old suitcase with two t-shirts, a pair of underwear, and shorts, and put me on a bus. When I got there, I walked to the address I had memorized for my uncle, a bar.

The uncle was sitting at a small table in the bar. He wasn't very welcoming or friendly, he was very direct.

- You're Silvana's little faggot son, aren't you?

- Yes, I am.

- You brought the letter she sent, didn't you?

I handed him the envelope, and he opened it and read it.

- You little shit, do you understand that your mother sent you here to work with me?

- Yes, she told me you had a job for me.

- No, it's not a job; she just sold you to me. You're going to be my whore.

- She didn't explain much to me; she just told me to come here and give you this envelope. She said you had a job for me.

- That's right, but don't expect it to be a job. You're stupid, illiterate and gay, you're a fucking whore, you understand?

- I expected something else, I didn't expect this, but I'm going to have to accept it, right? Do I have another alternative?

- I already paid her, you're mine.

He and his helpers took me behind the bar, ripped off my clothes and fucked me brutally.

I was chained up and collared, and held captive in a warehouse behind the bar.

What my "uncle" did was put me in a van and took me to farms, clubs and construction sites to be fucked and abused by groups of drunk and cruel men.

I was beaten, fucked and had to suck the dirtiest and most sticky cocks while being slapped and pissed on.

My mother actually sold me to this guy, I never saw the color of money.

The animal is brought to court gagged and chained, moaning muffledly like a frightened ox. It knows what can happen.

Legislation has advanced, and now, in the perfect neo-liberal world, everything can be resolved by private initiative and the free market. The old and obsolete labor, welfare, and environmental laws have all been removed. 

The young man had a job, but he became addicted to online gambling and began to get into debt. Because he was young and handsome, he began to prostitute himself to pay off part of his debts, but soon his situation became irreversible, and his bills became unpayable. A manager of a prostitution company proposed a purchase agreement to him, who would pay off part of his debts and have him permanently as a bitch in the brothel. The creditors filed a lawsuit to enforce the debts, and it was taken to court for a decision. The owner of the fag proposed to the creditors that he would pay off the debt in ten-year installments. The bitch would work 18 hours a day, being used like a slut, without rest. Modern drugs, hormones and stimulants, widely used in brothels, can keep these types of sexual beasts awake and excited for long hours of brutal sexual abuse.

The creditors know that in this type of work the beasts usually do not last long; in about five years they are already so ruined, sick and deformed that they are no longer of interest to the clients.

That is why they ask the judge to slaughter the beast and sell its organs to pay off the debts. Today, the transplant industry, laboratories and the animal feed industry use everything: hair, kidneys, meat, blood, all the skin, all the bones; nothing is wasted.

The animal is taken to court to be evaluated, muzzled and chained. It is not allowed to give an opinion or make any sound, but even when muzzled it moans and grunts like a frightened ox. It understands what is at stake, it knows what can happen to it.

It shows its penis trying to show that it can generate profit in the brothel. The judge looks to assess the animal's condition, but it seems that the most profitable option would be to dismantle it.

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.

A debt management startup that offers innovative debt renegotiation alternatives for young guys in debt.

This young man, like many others, became addicted to online gambling and lost everything he ever had gambling. He took out loans on his credit card and at his bank to recover the money he lost but only managed to end up completely ruined and even more in debt.

I created a debt management startup that offers innovative debt renegotiation alternatives for people in debt. Professionals, such as carpenters, bricklayers, or computer technicians, sign employment contracts of up to ten years, working within their areas of expertise without any remuneration, receiving only food and the necessary medical care, working up to 16 hours a day without rest, and subject to physical punishment!

Like this young man, others were so in debt that he was auctioned off to the highest bidder. It was the perverted faggot who suggested this alternative, because, being young, handsome, and well-endowed, he dreamed of being bought by some international human trafficking group or some rich pervert to be a sex slave. 

One of my partners explained that one of the companies that frequently participates in our auctions buys our debtors to turn them into sex bitches to be raped and tortured by cruel and perverted rich clients. Other companies often castrate their whores before putting them in brothels, and even offer the richest and most perverted clients the option of simply roasting them alive after torturing and fucking the whores to serve them to the paying customers.

After the online auction, when I finished reading the purchase contract with the company's name and the pervert saw the confirmation that he had been sold, he ejaculated on the table.

Representatives of the company were waiting for the completion of the commercial transaction and the signing of the papers to strip him naked, handcuff him, and take him to the truck.

This is my life as a thing; I don't complain.

I was the oldest child in the family, and I remember, as a child, still at school, when the government announced the restoration of slavery, which seemed like an excellent idea to all of us. The world had been facing an environmental crisis for years; we needed to reduce our environmental impact and fuel consumption, so all cars and airplanes were abolished. At the same time, ecological disasters, forced migrations, and unemployment generated huge contingents of migrants, and destitute people without any possibility of social inclusion. The solution was to allow them to be captured and sold as slaves. Prisons were abolished, and all prisoners were sold. Laws allowed anyone to be sold or bought as a slave, and slaves were accepted as animals without any rights.

New technologies, grafts, hormones, and drugs were quickly developed so that the new slaves would be more docile, obedient, and strong enough to work.

I remember when, at the age of 16, before I came of age, my father sold me and my brothers to pay part of his debts.

At first, I was shocked, scared, and surprised, but within a few years, I was fully adapted to my new life as a thing.

I have been working for a delivery company for years. I carry backpacks and bags weighing over 80 kilos around the city for 16 hours daily. The chips implanted in me monitor me. The company always knows where I am, how fast I walk, and my heart rate and blood pressure. A device implanted in my ears gives me orders and instructions.

In the mornings and evenings, I am fed with rations that give me strength and the will to work and have made my hair and muscles grow. I feel permanently excited and happy. When I leave for work, they put a butt plug in my ass, which gives me pleasant shocks in my prostate and keeps me excited all the time.

On the other hand, electric devices on my collar and in my ass punish me with electric shocks if I am late or for any mistake.

When I return to the company at the end of work, a report on my daily performance determines whether I will be rewarded or punished. I shit, piss, get washed and fed. 

If I deserve it, I receive drugs that make me immensely happy, and I sleep happily in my cage. If the performance is not perfect, I am whipped and brutally tortured before being caged.

This is my life and role; I can't complain. And I can even say I'm lucky to be who I am.

I haven't had a single day off for many years and I know that I'll work until the last day of my life, because when I can no longer handle this work rhythm we'll be slaughtered, and the health system will use our pieces.

Since I was sold as a beast of burden due to debt, my life is just painful and horny; I am much happier in this role than in the life I had.

 The new super-liberal laws abolished all labor and social legislation limiting the free market, allowing everything to be freely traded and sold. All public services were privatized. In a short time, society entered a cycle of unlimited prosperity and wealth.

Companies that manage prisons sell their prisoners. Indebted families sold their children, and animal breeding companies began raising humans for sale and work.

This is the perfect world in which I grew up and studied. I worked excitedly at an investment consultancy company, and within a few years, I already had shares in very innovative and profitable companies. However, when I was 22, one of these companies went bankrupt, leaving me no way to pay off my debts.

Privatized justice is much more agile and efficient; within a week, all my assets were taken, and I was sold to pay my debts.

Delivery apps use human animals to work as beasts of burden until exhaustion and slaughter. So that they work without problems, drugs were developed to make these beasts more stupid, docile, and obedient. For the working beasts to have more strength, they inject large doses of hormones into their muscles, testicles, and hair all over the body. Ever since they made me the beast of burden, I feel doped, stoned, horny, and my dick is dripping with cum all the time.

A guy who knew me from the bank bought me to ride around town on me. He put rings on my nose, nipples, and the head of my dick; he likes a riding saddle strapped to my hips connected to a huge dildo shoved up my ass. When he jumps over the tackle, I feel as if the dildo enters my throat, causing more pain and excitement.

He enjoys going to the bars I used to go to, on the streets where I walked, showing off naked and hairy, spilling cum on the asphalt. He uses a long carbon stick to spank me and seems to poke my dick and balls when we walk. The more he pounds me, the hornier I feel, and the more cum I spill.

The most surprising thing is that I feel so horny that I feel like I also like being seen by my friends and colleagues as this disgusting, perverted animal.

I believe that I am much happier in this job than in the life I once had.

In this drawing, my sister and I are riding beasts through the fields of one of our farms.

 With the improvement of neoliberal capitalism and the elimination of all institutional and legal barriers to the free market, the world found a long phase of development and wealth like never before. 

Slavery was legalized in all countries; people could now be officially registered as human beasts. The laws were clear: "HU" beasts could not be humanized again, and the reduction was irreversible and definitive.

HU beasts are not protected by any law or right; not even laws that protect animals apply to these brute and despicable beings; they are just things to be used and discarded without limits.

This new law solved many illegal migrants, homeless, and needy people who disturbed order and generated police and environmental problems. Finally, they were incorporated into production chains to generate wealth as enslaved workers, herds for producing blood and organs for transplants, or even livestock for slaughter and production of milk and meat. 

Farms for breeding HU beasts have prospered in all nations. Advanced veterinary care for these beasts allowed the development of breeds more adapted to heavy work, more muscular, larger, and more docile. Other smaller breeds were developed for work in tunnels, underground pipes, wells, and maintenance of large machines. More lustful and permanently horny breeds were created for all types of prostitution and sexual diversions.

Any human can be enslaved either for having committed crimes or for debts, so there are no more problems of crime or poverty in our cities! Families could sell children to generate income or because they are unwanted. With the legalization of all forms of slavery, the number of voluntary slaves was also surprising; most were perverted fagots who volunteered for slavery out of simple sexual perversion or to pay off their families' debts.

My family gets rich by raising and selling different types of HU beasts for different types of work. I grew up having several of these animals in our home. In this drawing, my sister and I are riding beasts through the fields of one of our farms. 

I, like some of my uncles and cousins, prefer to ride beasts that were once people born human, especially those reduced by poverty or debt as adults.

This type of beast, as soon as it is enslaved, usually has its vocal cords cut, and even if they receive high doses of hormones and steroids, they do not lose that sad, melancholy, and resigned look to slavery. They maintain a particular shame throughout their lives due to nudity and humiliation, which I find charming and makes me horny. 

These two riding beasts still moan and cry when whipped and fucked.

I love seeing them crying sad!

I was chosen to be one of those who serve as the collective bitches.

I had been sold ten years ago; after being sentenced in court for debts, I lost all rights as a free man and became a slave, an animal without dignity or hope. When they stripped me naked, cut my hair, and put me in front of the cameras at the virtual auction, I had no idea who would buy me.

I hope the proceeds saved my family from debt; my wife didn't want our eldest son to be sold. I don't think I'll ever know what happened to them or see them again.

I was sent to my buyer blindfolded and handcuffed; I felt utterly lost without knowing where I was going or my fate.

As soon as I arrived, I was incorporated into the herd, into a large group of enslaved people who worked the fields. It was a large organic farm which heavily used slave labor. Groups of foremen armed with machine guns, whips, and electric batons motivated us to maintain the pace of work all day without rest.

In the early years, I couldn't keep up with the others, was very out of shape, wasn't used to heavy manual work, and received several whips and blows throughout the day.

At the end of the afternoon on my first day, when we returned to the farmhouse, some foremen removed me from the group and hung me by my arms from the high branches of a leafy tree until I could no longer reach the ground with my feet.

The pain of being there with all my weight on the ropes crushing my wrists was already suffering, but soon, two approached with a long leather whip.

I was whipped hundreds of times, calmly and cruelly, until my entire body was covered in purple, red, and black welts. When the whip stopped cutting the air and my body when my screams and the cracks of the whip stopped, I was stunned, but I noticed that most enslaved people had hard cocks. The foremen lowered the ropes so I could stand, and the slaves were organized in a line so that each of them fucked me before being taken to their cages. I can't say that they all fucked me, but I can guarantee that many of them, dozens, raped me and filled me with their cum.

Then, when I thought nothing more could be done to destroy me, the workers came and made me suck all the dicks that wore pants on the farm. When I choked or tried to remove any penis from my mouth, I was beaten so violently that all I could do was suck as competently as possible, most affectionately and gently I could, each of the executioners' cocks.

I must have done an excellent job because, in these ten years that I have been here trying to survive the daily hard work and all the violence and humiliation, at least once a month, once every four weeks, I have been hung from trees, whipped, raped and abused. Like a bitch used by all the males on the farm. Not all slaves go through this monthly rite, some never went through it, but around 30 of us were selected as collective bitches.

When I'm not the slut, nor am I in the ward recovering, every day I watch horny, with my hard dick, another fag slave go through the same sequence of whippings and violence. Then I get in line and rape the fag of the day with strength, desire, and lust.

This daily exercise of violence and humiliation awakens in each of us sadism and the complete lack of solidarity and compassion among slaves. It shows daily that each of us is just a despicable, disgusting bitch to be used by everyone else without mercy.

I can say that I love and get horny seeing slaves moaning and squirming while the whip rips them apart and that I love raping them after the spankings. However, I can say that with experience, what I like most is when I'm the bitch hung, whipped, and raped, I'm the one who sucks with the most affection and lust to thank each foreman who taught me what I really am.

The stupid beasts became commonplace in the good houses.

Men condemned by debts or crimes to become slaves lose their identities; they are no longer recognizable; they become just numbered bodies. 

The objectification process used to be fast, violent, and irreversible, so the animal had no hope or resistance.

After putting on the hoods and chains, permanent nudity is considered a vital norm to characterize the animal condition. The sellers of these bodies may do what they see fit and be profitable. The most muscular bodies can be sold for hard work, the most delicate ones for housework or prostitution, the fattest and softest for slaughter and meat production, and the healthiest ones for organ donation, blood extraction, or sperm. They are just bodies; they have no rights; they are only useful and profitable.

This family decided to buy one of these animals to have at home. They became commonplace in the good houses. They clean the house, wash and iron clothes, cook and wash the dishes, take care of the gardens, and accompany the children to school; they can even be used as a sex toys for family members or used as such at parties with friendly couples.

They are better and more versatile pets than dogs or cats. The curious thing is that in homes, unlike other domestic animals that were held, caressed, and stroked, these animals are violently beaten, tortured, and raped.

Torturing them with cruelty is a relaxing and socially stimulated, and valued pastime. While animals (dogs and cats) were treated like spoiled children, with affection, these ex-humans were treated with brutal cruelty like brute and despicable animals.

While dogs and cats were prized for their intelligence, these human beasts are prized for their stupidity, taking mind-numbing drugs to become more stupid and docile.

When domestic animals die and are mourned and buried with honor and affection, these human beasts are drooled and discarded like garbage.

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.

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. 

                              

About twenty-five years ago, we started buying these beasts of burden.

More than twenty-five years ago, when we started buying these animals, they were all young, just over after teenage, but already big, strong, stupid, and docile as an ox. They arrived naked and in chains, ready to work on whatever we needed.

We bought dozens of this type of pack animal at reasonable prices and in good physical condition. The breeding company that produces them delivers them already vaccinated and imbeciles. They are created with hormones and steroids to be huge and robust; they live in a permanent disposition and lust; acids and drugs reduce their intelligence to that of a two-year-old human child. They are obedient and docile, like sweet and mute children; their vocal cords are cut and they don't speak; they grunt and moo like cows.

The year on a farm has cycles; at sowing time, the animals pull the plow; at harvest time, they cut the cane, load the trucks and then clear the field. They already know all the tasks and work well, without rest or complaint, from sunrise to sunset.

Guardians must keep them in line with regular brutal beatings, whips, clubs, and electric prods used ruthlessly to wound and inflict fear and pain. Because they are raised with many hormones from birth, they are horny most of the time; they produce a lot of milk and must be milked at least three times a day. They are very horny and slut; to excite them, just put the clubs in the anus or crush and twist the nipples with pliers cause they can only come with a lot of pain.

After three decades of hard work in the field, their bones and muscles are already ruined, and productivity drops significantly. The company that sells them accepts the old ones as part of the payment when buying new ones for replacement. Retired pensioners have their healthier organs, in better condition, sold to hospitals. They are then castrated and go into a fattening and tenderization regime for slaughter and marketing of meat pieces.

This modern system of slavery is very profitable and has solved many economic, social, political, and environmental problems. 

The best slaves, the largest and most resilient, are genetically selected and developed, and bred from conception for this purpose. Still, every year hundreds of masochistic queers voluntarily sell themselves into slavery. A few thousand more animals are bought in public jails or confiscated by banks for debts; these are not volunteers but arrested by public justice. Even after having their vocal cords cut and given large doses of steroids, hormones, and acids, these animalized mature creatures don't do the same hard work even when physically fit. These second-rate animals require more violent and regular beatings and milking daily.

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

More than once, the boys took the Pig to beat and rape him on weekends. More than once, they tied him naked to some pole covered in spit, cum, and blood.

He was arrested for walking or being tied up naked in the streets without money or documents. Soon he would have nowhere to live; he was about to be evicted for not being able to pay the rent anymore.

The company's board decided to discuss his situation. He had no family, no prospects or future. Soon it would be a problem for everyone, the company, and colleagues.

They called Pig to the boardroom and asked him what he wanted them to do. He, crestfallen, spoke quietly and quietly.

"Please help me turn into a pig. That's all I ask."

One of the directors got up, walked over to the man, and opened his shirt, showing everyone his scars and bruises.

"This madman isn't kidding; that's what he wants. This crazy pig should get out of here; if he wants to be a sow, let's send it to the pig farmer! We have several animal breeding companies among our customers; let's see if we can send this slut, crazy person to one of them."

One of the accounting firm's client companies was a prominent pig farmer. It only took a few phone calls to convince the customer to have another pig on the farm.

 

The Pig in Room 36

When the ultra-liberal government established that all life forms could be freely traded, created, and slaughtered, it was clear that human beings became marketable. Miserables, prisoners, and illegal immigrants soon began to be auctioned off as enslaved people or for slaughter, dismantling, and organ donation.

However, to the general astonishment of society, some gambling and betting groups emerged, where participants agreed to bet their own lives and bodies. This kind of betting became as profitable as it was popular and was quickly expanded and regulated.

Gamblers could stake their lives on roulette, poker games, electronic games, or slot machines. The stakes were high and very risky, but the number of interested parties surprised everyone; what interested gamblers was both the possibility of enrichment and the thrill of risking their lives.

Soon the money, profit, and loss came in all stages and forms. The losers were sold to pay their debts or given as a prize to the winners.

A couple played a game on the internet, won the bet, and took their prize, the loser of the bet, to the slaughterhouse.

The receptionist informed the couple of all the alternatives to obtain the most significant profit from the body of the prize.

"If you want, we can slaughter it today and sell its parts, both meat, and organs. Is that what you want?"

"If you want to follow the whole process, from the slaughter to the packaging of the parts, you can do it."

"We can film the slaughter and its dismantling and broadcast it to pay stream channels. Do you authorize it? There are a lot of people who pay well to watch these movies."

"If the beast is tortured and raped before slaughter, the movie might get better prices. Can we torture and rape it?"

What surprised the manager and the couple was that the bitch trembled and sweated but showed enormous lust throughout the entire process. The slave wanted to be slaughtered and devoured.

It had a hard cock throughout the preparation, and it came several times with a lot of cum. Its moans were more of pleasure than pain or despair.

Even as the steel hooks pierced its ankles and suspended its body in the air, it was still aroused and spilling cum. The butchers, seeing such enthusiasm, first cut the non-vital parts leaving the penis pulsing until it died. They tried to keep the animal alive and conscious as long as possible while cutting its parts.

To everyone in that room, and to anyone who watched the footage, it was evident that the slut pig wanted to die like this. The film of hits execution took the internet by storm, "The Pig in Room 36" was watched and shared millions of times and earned the couple much more than they bargained for. Even the meat of this animal was sold for surprising values.

After "The Pig in Room 36", many other animals were slaughtered in that same room by the same butchers, trying to repeat the success.

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