He has no chance of escaping alive. I am too horny.

My servants and employees know what is going to happen now, they know me, they fear me and they have seen similar scenes happen before.

When I order one of my servants to be brought to this tree, he knows he will be brutally punished. One of the foremen accused this servant of stealing the missing sheep. I ordered the young man's clothes to be taken off, I like to see them naked, this one is still quite handsome and has a beautiful cock to make what is to come even more fun.

One of the foremen tied his wrists to a stick and put the gallows collar around his neck.

My cock is throbbing and erect under my coat, I am almost cumming from so much arousal.

The young man begs for my mercy, says he has nothing to do with the missing sheep, that he is innocent - as if that matters to me, as if this detail would stop my fun.

My favorite foreman is already impatiently holding the heaviest whip, with the hardest and roughest leather, anxious for me to tell him how many lashes the sentence will be.

I know that after 20 the boy will be so injured that he will be unable to walk for more than two weeks; after 50 he will probably faint and may die from the infections in the wounds.

But today I am very horny, I am going to sentence him to 100! I want the intervals between the lashes to be long, so that he can cry, moan and beg for my mercy, because I love to hear his screams and pleas, but he has no chance of escaping alive. I am too horny.

One day, he realized that in his deep soul, he envied these miserable and handsome servants tied on the totems.

Court princesses could use servants as they saw fit. It was considered suitable for their training, education, and future to know everything about sexuality and sex. That's why the noblewomen organized a section of the palace's garden so they could stroll around pleasantly, talking about issues of sexuality. This themed garden was surrounded by tall hedges, which delimited flowerbeds with sculptures, pavilions, and totems with themes relating to sexuality. Court women could take young men to serve them sexually, selected and trained to give them pleasure.

Some nobles chose some of the most gifted and handsome young men and gave them as gifts to the Garden of Delights.

Phallic totems of varying sizes, made of solid stone, were used to tie these naked boys so that they could be handled, tortured, or dissected for the pleasure or education of the court girls.

Some of the young men tied up had their dicks hard, excited by fear and nudity. Some were masturbated by the girls many times until they used up the last drop of sperm. Others were chosen to serve as sex toys in their rooms.

Some of the young men were so shocked to see others like him being whipped to death just for the amusement of the maidens that they were petrified, catatonic, and unable to plead for mercy or attempt to escape the brutal and fatal fate.

The beautiful princess in the drawing is interested in and enjoys the sexual use of whips and how men get horny when they are tortured. She placed bells on the nipples of one of her servants and blinded him to serve as her toy pony in the garden. So, riding on her blind pony, she spent entire days destroying some boys tied to totems.

So many times, she whipped her slut pony almost to death cause she was intrigued that he got a hard-on when he was whipped or when he saw or heard other men being brutally whipped. That's why she decided to make him her pet blind pony.

The boy tied to the totem on the left in the drawing is not a servant. He is from a wealthy merchant family who was sent to court to see if any princesses would marry him. He frequented the garden and got very horny seeing young men like him being whipped. He discovered that deep down in his being, he was jealous of their fate. He asked his father to give it as a gift for the garden. The father soon realized the advantages this could bring him. He requested an audience with the Duchess, and before her and the court, he undressed his son, collared the pervert, and gave him as his gift to the Garden of Delights.

The princesses placed him on the last of the totems so that he could watch with a hard-on the others being whipped to death.

Now he's happy his turn has come!

I walked back to my house, completely happy, looking forward to their next call.

Since we were teenagers, we've lived in this neighborhood, grown up together, and played in these same streets. They were my best friends, the closest and most intimate. That's why they were the first to realize that I was a fagot; I think they noticed before I even understood what I felt and was. When they realized I was a slut fagot, they started using me as their private fagot. They taught me to suck, to jerk off for them, and they fucked me daily.

I don't know if I liked being their little whore from the beginning or even if I liked being beaten and humiliated so much. But the fact is, they understood they could do whatever they wanted to me, and I just accepted and submitted without question.

When I left work this afternoon, they called me to arrange a meeting on this corner, and I obeyed. I knew what they were going to do.

I arrived over an hour before the two of them and waited dutifully.

When they arrived, they brought ropes; they tied my wrists behind me.

They tied my knees tight and leaned me against this pole. Then they removed my belt and restrained my neck tightly to the bar, almost suffocating me.

They opened my shirt and lowered my pants, exposing my nakedness; I was embarrassed and excited immediately. I never questioned that this body was theirs.

They then tied the base of my hard cock and my balls very tight and proceeded to spank me with a hard, flexible rod.

I felt the pain of each blow punishing my body, my breasts, and especially my cock and balls. He listened to the hum of the stick in the air, the impact, and their laughter, stunned and silent.

They squeezed and twisted my nipples very hard as if adjusting my hard-on. They hit the head of my cock with the stick so skillfully that they made me come several times.

I cried with pain and pleasure, feeling so horny that I could die of happiness on that pole! But I knew what they would do next.

After making me come several times, they released me from the pole, lay my face down on the ground, and took turns fucking me brutally until they were tired.

Once they're sated, pissed, and spit on me, they take all my money in my wallet and go home, sleep with their wives, happy and relaxed.

Covered in cum, urine, and bruised, I walked back to my house, completely happy, looking forward to their next call.

She organized a party to whip me and relieve all their anger.

I signed the contract more than 15 years ago, as soon as I turned 21 years old. I was determined to sign without thinking twice; I wanted to sign and never decide anything again; from that moment on accepted and obey without questioning my Owner. I knew I was a lascivious, faggot, masochist, and submissive and that I would only be happy like this accepting and living my nature fully, without questioning it on a 24/7 basis. My Owner never loved or cheated on me; he just promised me that I would be treated like the shitty fagot I wanted to be.

As soon as I signed the papers renouncing everything and giving him all powers, he ripped my clothes off and gave me the first beating with the whip until I came right before the lawyers and witnesses. 

After I came, I had to suck all their dicks while being fucked by each one. From that day on, I never wore anything, not even a sock! I became his slut fag bitch, naked all the time, being beaten and fucked by all his friends, clients, and acquaintances.

I don't know if he lent me or rented me to his friend; she organized a party inviting her friends to whip me until they got revenge on every abusive man they ever had to put up with. The women group spent the whole night drinking and telling each other how much they've suffered from sexual harassment, sexism, and abuse in their affective and professional lives. When they told their stories, they got angry and took out all their revolt with the whip on my back. They lashed me with violence, hatred, cruelty, and force, ripping my hide without mercy.

While suffering, I came several times; I ejaculated so much that the sperm made several puddles on the living room floor. At the end of the evening, one of the guests said to the hostess, "My friend, I loved our group therapy! I felt so much lighter after venting my anger and anguish! Can we do this again?"

My Owner's friend smiled, "Yes, we'll do it! I've booked this piece of shit for all our happy hours this semester! Next Friday, you can invite those other friends you said you would!"

Listening to this conversation, I came once more and I thought, I hope they bring heavier whips.

This innovative startup buys prisoners for subscribers to decide what to do with the purchased goods.

Since neoliberalism triumphed overall economic and political systems, unrestricted and absolute freedom to trade any product or service has been conquered! New types of services and companies are emerging all the time, providing new opportunities for consumer experiences and unrestricted pleasure for consumers worldwide!

This innovative startup offers a new service for very wealthy consumers interested in unknown pleasures. The company buys prisoners or refugees from prison companies and provides a live broadcast exclusively for subscribers who can decide on their cell phones or laptops what should be done with the purchased goods.

A butt plug is inserted into the prisoner's asshole. Drugs such as GHB, its precursor, GBL, methamphetamine, and mephedrone are injected, which cause a super erection and successive ejaculations!

The enslaved person feels hot, sweats a lot, and has his senses hyper-stimulated. Its body feels much more pleasure and pain.

Basic subscribers can rent the video and watch everything done with the prisoner, but premium subscribers can watch it live, listening to the beast's desperate screams and groans. However, only super-premium subscribers can decide what the executioner should do, step by step, in a game played between them live, in which they vote on which instrument should be used and which part of the immobilized body.

Customers' freedom and satisfaction are total! They may choose to torture the inmate to death, or at some point, one may make an offer and buy it, whole or in pieces, ending the fun of the others.

The system has increased the number of subscribers; its profits are growing daily, and its shares in the stock market have increased in value.

The company respects the most demanding environmental certifications and policies and corporate and market ethics.

 

New drawing of Simone's morning routine, the fag who became the whore of the family.

Another drawing of Simone's routine, the fag who became the slut of the family.

The slut said that he was always the last to go to bed because after his parents and brother went to bed, he still had to clean up all the mess left in the kitchen and living room. 

The family slave prepared and served dinner, served juices, beer and drinks to those who watched television, and when his Owners retired to sleep, all the mess had to be tidied up.

However, the following day, he was the first to wake up because when his Owners got up, they expected breakfast to be ready, hot, and served at the table impeccably.

Simone did all his duties as perfectly as he could. He would place the newspaper that his father liked to read next to his plate of toast with jams, the cigarette packs, and matches for his mother, who wanted to smoke when she drank the café au lait.

Every morning while they were having breakfast, his role was to get under the table on all fours and give the three of them their first orgasm of the day. He always started with his father, sucking the cock that still had his first-morning erection with effort and competence. The slave drank the sperm mixed with the first piss of the day. 

His brother liked to be sucked, but he preferred to spit the sperm in his bitch's face; he wouldn't let the fag drink anything.

While being sucked, the brother still used to slap and kick his slave painfully.

Often, when the fag brother was sucking his mother, it was common for the older brother to disturb him by burning his back and ass with his lit cigarettes.

Meanwhile, to clarify that his youngest was fulfilling his vocation as a whore, the father used to put his feet between the whore's legs, firmly kick his hard cock, and make it come.

The fag's pleasure in doing this morning function was undisguised. The slut came to come more than once while sucking each of his Owners.

After everyone had left the table, he would lick the pantry floor, cleaning up every drop of sperm, every fluid that his owners and himself had spilled, before eating his dog food.

Before putting them in the cells, we hang them, whip them until they come and sperm.

For these rough and strong animals to withstand working hard all day, under the sun, we use whips, vitamins, and potent hormones. In the late afternoon, before putting them in the cells, we usually hang them by their wrists, whip them brutally until they come and sperm.

With practice, I have learned that by tying a rope to the scrotum of slut beasts and pulling while whipping them, they come more quickly. While they don't come, I beat and pull the string like I'm going to rip their balls off.

Then we wash them with the squirt gun and brushes, cleaning their wounds and all the blood, sweat, dirt, and sperm that cover their tough, grimy hides and lock them in their cells.

These animals are pure strength and lust, have to be treated with attention, power, and brutality, as they are dangerous and treacherous.

I made this drawing inspired and excited by the drawings of Jiroh Takahata, one of the best designers in the gay bdsm universe. Therefore, I sign and dedicate it to him.

During the night, the pleasure of milking the prisoner.

Having the prisoner tied to the stake day and night allows the prisoner to be used at any time. I found it especially fun to milk the prisoner at dawn. Using the pliers, I squeezed his nipples to excite him, then, using the same pliers, I manipulated his cock until he came. The process with the pliers hurts his skin and flesh and causes wounds and bleeding.

To help the bitch survive, I collect his cum and make him swallow it.

This milking at night excites me; the process is painful and beautiful!

 

Even under torture the fag shows his sexual nature.

The strong peasant we captured was tortured and raped for days until our captain concluded that he was totally innocent and that he had no involvement with terrorists or our enemies.

Now we know what to do with it. If he were released, he would undoubtedly enlist among the terrorists. During the tortures, the captain identified the prisoner's vocation as a sexual beast.

The guy was vital, healthy, young, sexual, and well-endowed.

For the amusement of the base troops, the captain ordered us to tie him to one of the punishment stakes, as usual, naked, with his hands cuffed behind him, tied around his neck and ankles.

Standing there naked and motionless for days in the fierce desert sun, enduring the cold, dry nights, was already killing convicts in a few days. So we can play and have fun with him for many days.

The animal smelled really bad; we fed it the shit and urine we brought from the dorm bathroom and poured it in his face.

In addition to his own sweat, vomit, poop and urine.

He was constantly whipped, burned, and tortured with cigars and pliers.

Each of the soldiers in the barracks could do as he pleased with the captive.

I especially enjoyed hurting and twisting his vast, tender, and soft nipples. When I squished his nipples, his dick got hard, so I milked him with the pliers until he came. I loved seeing the fag's face expressing pain and pleasure in equal measure.

This type of worm, even being tortured, feels pleasure and ejaculates liters of cum, showing its true and filthy sexual nature.

This post shows how much I admire the work of my partners, Viste Bear and Jiroh Takahata:

 https://twitter.com/vistebear     https://twitter.com/gomunagakun

 

Violent and extreme pain and suffering destroy all the animal's conscience and identity.

Extreme, violent and constant pain and suffering destroy the animal's conscience and identity. Since this stupid fagot was handed over to employees like another pig in the herd, the team has committed to destroy any vestige of dignity or humanity in it.

Brutal humiliations, violence and constant rapes taught the disgusting worm that it was no longer of any value, nor should it have any hope.

Treated and fed like a pig, among the pigs, it soon seemed to conform to his worthless condition.

However, once a month, usually on a quieter Saturday, the employees took the pig to beat it even more violently, sadistically and at length. There were sessions of more than four hours of whipping and very brutal torture.

The heavy animal was hung by ropes and slowly descended on wooden shafts that penetrated deep into its ass, widening and wounding it. Impaled and hung like that he was whipped until his entire body was covered with bruises, wounds and scars.

The most curious thing is that, sometimes, during the torture the fagot still had a monumental erection! The employees were so angry by this obscenity, that when the pig's penis grew, they would tie its stick to the beam and whip it until it almost destroyed the pig's dick.

Those hours of torture and flogging amused employees who had fun, talked, drank beer, ate barbecue and played around their hated fagot.

At the end of the day, rested, they went to their homes to enjoy the weekend, and left the pig spiked and hanging, crying, moaning and suffering alone until Monday.

 

Like me, my friends and neighbors, we visit the police station every afternoon to de-stress and have fun whipping one of the prisoners.

With the budget cuts, the neighborhood police station started to count on our financial support, from the merchants and property owners of the neighborhood. The chief of police ordered his men to do private security, escort and all kinds of favors for us, the good men of the local elite.

One of the services we most appreciate is the police station's torture and punishment room. Me and many of my friends and neighbors started visiting the police station every evening to de-stress and have fun whipping one of the prisoners. Police officers separate the poorest prisoners without institutional or family support in a cell so that we can choose which one we want to use. They are usually homeless, unemployed, alcoholics or drug addicts with no use or social ties. They are just society's trash.

The prisoner we choose is taken to the punishment room, stripped and tied to the post. We, good family men, can spend hours having fun and mocking of the suffering and despair of the miserable. I prefer to  whip those who scream and cry all the time. I like to see those who are so terrified, urinate and defecate during the beatings.

The punishment room is a large and simple room, without windows, with smooth walls, with taps, hoses and a drain to facilitate cleaning. The walls and ceiling are smeared with lashes and blood that splashes in all directions. The sound of the whips crackling, the screams and moans of the tortured reverberated making the room very lively, almost musical.

We always had one of the prisoners naked in the room to clean the blood, urine, vomit and sperm that we spilled on the floor. The imbecile regularly washed the body of the disgusting son of a bitch attached to the pole, removing the excess blood that dripped, so as not to dirty our clothes, walls and ceiling so much.

The enthusiasm, the pleasure and the joy of whipping with a lot of violence, without haste, without limits and without any worries these human shit are so great that I often spend daily three or four hours whipping without rest. I barely see the time go by.

The excitement is so great that I, my friends and the police often jerk off during beatings. Often, the police wash the prisoner's ass, so we can fuck them. Some inmates suck on our dicks when they beg for lighter beatings.

It's more fun to whip together, in a group of friends. I have many friends and neighbors who enjoy whipping like me. We like to test new types of lash, with different materials, weights and lengths. 

We usually go directly from work to the police station, between 5 pm and 6 pm, and stay there until 8 pm or 9 pm. After our "daily sport", after our fun, we returned to our homes to have dinner with the family and kids. Our wives don't even complain that our suits and shirts arrive dirty, with lots of blood stains every day. Because, they recognize that we arrived lighter, humorous and happy after the fun at the police station.

I see every fucking idiot I whip as a challenge. One of those shitty bastards, one more stout and quiet, gave me more than a week to destroy. It endured quietly and steadily beatings for several days. Only after a week did I get him to cry in despair, begging for mercy. I made him kneel and suck my dick in front of everyone, drink my cum, my urine and lick the floor sobbing and begging me to spare him.

Making him cry like a child gave me great pleasure, it was a beautiful achievement! But, his tears did not move my heart. After the scene, I had him tied in the pole again and I whipped him with redoubled cruelty and pleasure until he passed out!

I knew later that he died in the following days. I thought it was a shame, I loved to whip that shit fag.

Fun in the prison camps - Part four

At nightfall, after fun, the troops and officers spend hours talking about the beating. Leaving the animal unconscious, hanging like a ham, for at least an hour, with sweat, urine and blood running down the body, leaving the wounds is part of the tradition. Carefully examining each scar, each open wound trying to remember which lash that opened it is a great learning experience. Learning the art of whipping requires practice, training and dedication.

Never leave the animal hanging for many hours. The tied wrists and the position prevent blood circulation in the hands. Once, out of carelessness or malice, they left the beast hanging all night. The next day they had to amputate both hands.

Fun in the prison camps - Part three

The prisoner's groans and screams being whipped is part of the fun. Nobody should whip an unconscious animal, that's why the strongest beasts are chosen. The strongest and healthiest prisoners. The fun is to see its despair and suffering. Hence the effort to cause maximum pain and suffering without spilling too much blood, without tearing the flesh too deeply.

The beating must be violent and brutal. If the soldier who is whipping gets tired, he must be replaced immediately. The blows must be strong and paced. Not to ruin the show.

When the animal passes out, the beating ends.

Fun in the prison camps - Part two

Watching a prisoner being flogged is a great pleasure, a pleasant sight. The body performs a complex choreography, true dance with the whip. Watch the whip travel through the air, making complex and rhythmic trajectories, with beautiful clicks and agitated sounds.

There is the vanity of someone who is very skilled with the whip. Reaching the most sensitive and accurate parts of the prisoner's body requires a lot of skill and training. The nipples and penis are especially sensitive to whip blows.

The crying, moaning and screaming of the animal being whipped is also music.

Fun in the prison camps - Part one

Life in the military prisoner camps, in times of peace, is tedious. Officers, soldiers and prisoners have very repetitive routines. Even fun is part of the routine. Every week, on Friday, one officer chooses one of the prisoners to entertain and cheer up all members of the community.

The choice is almost random, sometimes justified by improper behavior by the prisoner. Sometimes for no reason, just for fun.

I deserve it and want to live like a brutalized animal.

I'm pretty stupid, I've never been brilliant, but I've been turned into a complete jerk.

One day, I must have studied; I remember remotely having already had work, family, and a normal human life. Gradually, they turned me into this stupid and brutalized animal. In this new life, I have learned who I am, which is why lower animals like myself were born.

They do not even bother to justify the beatings I suffer. They beat me up and torture me simply because they like to spank me for pure pleasure and fun.

Every day I am raped, humiliated, and whipped just for being an animal, just for that. That's what animals like me do, don't you agree? A beast must suffer for the pleasure of its owners.

I'm always hungry, and I get long periods without receiving any food. Sometimes I'm forced to eat shit or scraps of rotten food scattered on the filthy ground.

I'm always thirsty; they leave me for long periods with nothing to drink, just the piss they pour into my mouth. I drink the dirty water from the pools of water I find on the way.

I am always sleepy; they keep me for many days without sleep and without rest. They hang me tied by the arms or upside down by the ankles. They wake me up with brutal kicks and punches all the time.

I'm constantly feeling very cold or hot. I am locked in cold, damp cells; I know the dust, the humidity, the taste, and the hardness of the floors of the courtyards, the cells, and the cages. Sometimes, I am stored in tight, hot iron boxes under the scorching sun in summer. I suffer the heat of summers and the icy nights of winters. I can not remember the last time I wore something. Animals do not walk dressed; in fact, animals usually do not walk; they crawl. They order me to walk on all fours, with collars or chained like a dog or an ox.

As an animal, I learned to do what my owners like; I know how to suck their penis lovingly and efficiently. I put their huge penises whole in my mouth, even when they hurt my throat, and I can swallow all the sperm or piss that they do in me without spilling. They plucked my teeth so I could not bite. They stuffed with huge reamers my anus, the process was excruciating and brutal, but they made my ass as wide as they wanted.

They often inject drugs into me, make me swallow pills, and keep me stoned and confused.

I have no more notion of time. I have no idea how many days, months, or years my martyrdom began, nor the reason for it all.

I live only one day at a time; I accept every torture, every whip, as my fate.

If I cry or grumble, it's just because the pains are really unbearable, very strong. 

I do not protest, I do not complain, I do not want anything different or change anything.

I learned to be happy like that. I can say that more than accepted my life, I was even born to be this brutalized animal.

I deserve and I want this life.

The new collaboration with Gen, a great Eastern BDSM artist.

When we draw gay BDSM scenes, it is common for us to picture ourselves in the characters. I am a masochist, I always imagine myself to be the one who is humiliated, beaten and tortured. Sometimes I also imagine myself as the viewer watching or the one who tortures. That's why most of my characters are somewhat fat, bearded and mature like myself.

I have maintained a respectful and entertaining collaboration with Gen, a Japanese artist who produces very exciting images. He enjoys more realistic, almost photographic, and more bloodthirsty images, with the victims shedding viscera and blood in agony.

Here he worked on a drawing of mine, making the victim younger, more muscular and oriental. The result is fantastic.

I really enjoy his work and I am very proud of our friendship and cooperation.

Here is the link for anyone who wants to know about his work.

https://gen-359-original-drawings.tumblr.com/post/173817388537/my-drawing-at

The director`s ruined sexual slave will be fired. Part 3.

The routine of rapes and lashings had to take many months.

It was not easy to find an inmate who could be kept in the position of sexual slave, being so brutally tortured that no one outside prison could discover or protest.  Usually, it was some clandestine young immigrant without documents or acquaintances. Or someone arrested while carrying drugs at airports without any local link.

Officers carrying this type of prisoner were already discreetly signaling that this one would not go to trial or have tokens. He was imprisoned without any legal registration. This type of prisoner was valuable and rare. It was even more special and rare that the element was young and handsome to please the demanding directors of the prison.

So, as long as they had no other prisoner to satisfy the director's sexual needs, he had to be kept in the role.

Over the months, his body was completely transformed.

After every beating with the whip, he was kept in the cell for weeks for rape and sexual abuse, without ever leaving the cell, without speaking to anyone, and eating only what his rapists threw on the floor of the cell to feed him.

The director's sadism was such that he used to urinate on the food he threw on the floor before the prisoner ate. The convict did not receive water or food regularly, suffered from thirst most of the time, and had to drink all the urine and sperm that spilled in his mouth. He often had to eat his feces to withstand hunger.

His beard and hair had grown a lot. He had also lost a lot of weight, weakened his muscles, and lost his tan and healthy color. Wounds and scars marked every inch of his skin.

Between the brutal and public sessions of whipping, during the recovery weeks, he was beaten up by the rapists themselves or by the guards who washed him.

He was slapped in the face, punched in the belly, brutal kicks and blows of rubber mallets all over his body. Many of his teeth fell by the blows, blows always swelled his face, and no one who had once known him would recognize him anymore. His anus was enlarged, he could not contain his shit, and he defecated without control.

His penis and scrotum were always swollen and bruised. 

The guards took particular pleasure in kicking and trampling his stuff. Although the boy was well-endowed when he arrived, they never let him be active. 

The guards who had to wash his anus felt humiliated by the function. As revenge, they used to handcuff his balls high up on the bars of the cell. They practically hung him from his balls as they threaded the hose into his anus.

He had no idea if it was day or night; his cell had no windows, and the light was kept off when no one was there to use it. His eyes stayed so long without seeing the sunlight; they were always swollen by slapping or burning through the urine they made on his face. His ears were constantly aching and bruised by the brutal way they were pulled to lift him off the ground when he was slow to obey orders.

When someone opened the door to the cell, he always came on all fours, with his mouth open to suck his owners' dicks. He crawled as he raised his ass and spread his legs so they could penetrate him.

He lost all dignity and self-esteem. He was treated like an animal or a worm and proceeded to act as one.

When another unhappy prisoner finally came to prison, suitable to all the demands to take over the role of the sexual slave, the old slave had to free the cell. On this day, the ruined slave was taken to the yard for the longest of beatings cause he would be whipped to death.

No one warned him of the importance of this day. He was tied up, flogged as ever for the usual audience. The only difference is that even after he collapsed, the lashes would continue uninterrupted, for hours, without mercy.

These days, the audiences were a little bigger. Spilled blood was more plentiful, splashing away in many viewers. On these special days, the patio ended with many puddles of blood, sweat, and sperm.

After being raped for many weeks, the sexual slave was taken to the yard to be whipped again. Part 2.

After being raped for many weeks, the sexual slave was taken to the yard to be whipped again.

They could not say that this was punishment or interrogatory; it was just a spectacle to the delight of anyone who was a sadist on the prison staff.

Some guards, the head of security, and the principal would gather to watch the scene.

One of the guards was very skilled in handling the whip. He knew how to pop the leather into the air and hit the prisoner's body tied to the post very precisely and efficiently.

The scene was beautiful and exciting. No one was embarrassed to masturbate while watching; that was why the prisoner was flogged, to give pleasure to the audience.

The first time the prisoner was tied to the post, he did not understand why. His wrists were tied above his head, his cock and scrotum tied tightly to the pole.

Tying the prisoner in this position, the executioner managed to whip the ribs, back, buttocks, and thighs of the unfortunate. The beating was made with broad, rhythmic, and cadenced gestures.

On the first beating, the boy was shocked to realize that no one disguised the sadistic and sexual purpose of his martyrdom. He cried and moaned, but no one bothered.

The spanking took hours, no one was in a hurry, and everyone wanted to make the most of it, prolonging the moment of pleasure and excitement. There were hundreds of lashes; his body was marked by cuts, bruises, and wounds.

When he collapsed, unconscious, he was untied and taken back to the solitary cell.

In the following days, he was kept naked and handcuffed as always in his cell but was treated by the prison doctors. Even before removing his bandages, the sexual slave returned to his daily obligations. The rapes and forced gaps have returned to their old routine.

One of the prisoners, handsome and strong, was separated to be the sexual slave of the prison's director. Part 1.

When he arrived at the prison, the sergeant separated him from all the other prisoners. 

He ordered him to be locked in solitary and kept completely naked and handcuffed all the time.

All the prison staff knew what that meant, but no one seemed to bother. The general director of the prison was a sensible and balanced administrator; he efficiently managed the prisoners and the officials. 

The director had been in the position for many years. Since he had the governor's full support, during his administration, there never occurred any rebellion, incident, or problem.

But from a very young age, he had a fetish he could not resist; he felt enormous and irresistible pleasure in watching naked men being flogged. That is why his entire professional career was directed to the regular fulfillment of what suited his needs.

He was married, had children, and was respected by everyone in his church, but he needed to satisfy his needs.

The director and the sergeant, his security chief, had this mutual agreement, which was good for both of them, so they always kept a separate inmate for their purpose.

They could be happy and do their jobs quietly and with competence, having only one of more than one thousand prisoners to satisfy their needs, just one. The perverts chose that prisoner who was young, handsome, solid, and had no family, no money, and no outside bond. Shortly upon arrival at the prison, the one chosen was secluded and would have no contact with other officials or prisoners. He wouldn't even receive the uniform cause he would never wear anything.

The functions of the prison director or head of security were risky, stressful, and poorly paid. So, the two agreed that they should receive at least some compensation for the work, some special reward.

The chosen prisoner was this reward.

They visited him in the isolation cell and raped him every day.

No other guard could use this unfortunate man or talk to him; he was exclusive to the director and the security chief.

The guards entered the cell only to wash the floor and the prisoner before the visitors.

The sex slave had his anus washed every day with hoses and soap for the amusement of its owners. He only ate when his owners gave him something to eat. He would go for long periods without any food or water. He was forced to drink the director's urine and sperm.

If he did not fulfill his obligations affectionately and adequately, he was brutally beaten, tortured, and kept for days hungry and thirsty, filthy and lonely in the dark. In these periods, desperate and agonizing, he had to eat his own shit and drink urine to survive.