When my older brother gathered his friends for camping trips, he always took me with him.

My older brother quickly realized who I was, the masochistic slut I was born to be, and he knew how to use and treat me the way I wanted to be treated. He made me his little slave, humiliated and beat me at school, and taught me to suck his dick and swallow his piss and cum while we were still teenagers.

At school camps, he would take me to the woods to fuck me and offer my services and holes to all his classmates. I tried hard to please him, to do everything he wanted, and I loved being used and pimped like a bitch by him.

My lust, my obedience, and above all, my hard cock showed him and everyone else that I was horny and happy being abused by them.

He went to college, graduated, got married, and has a structured life and family, with children and a successful career.

I distanced myself from my family, I have no contact with my parents or relatives, I don't have many friends, and, like a stupid, gay bum, I isolated myself, having few friends.

I'm a shitty gas station attendant, single, who hooks up using apps and is looking, without much success, for richer, dominant men to support me.

Every year, he gathers his friends for a "wife-free" camp, and he takes me along to be their whore. For three or four days, I do all the manual labor. I set up the tents, prepared the meals, washed all the dishes, and cleaned up the mess, working like a slave to the group, naked the whole time. During those days, I couldn't open my mouth, say anything; I just listened, obeyed, and accepted all the cruelty and nasty jokes. I get slapped, punched, spat on, and kicked. I'm treated like the piece of shit I am, which I like.

Sometimes they tie me to an iron bar and have fun whipping me for long hours, laughing and drinking excitedly. They love telling old stories and the same jokes every year while they beat me, cruelly tearing and hurting my ass and back.

They really despise me; to them, I'm just a fucking faggot, dirty piece of meat. I can moan, cry, beg, and they simply don't care about my pleas or suffering. I love being there so much, in that role and place, that I even come a few times, and they don't even notice that.

When the beatings are over, many of them fuck me and fill my throat and my ass with their dirty penises. They cruelly bite my nipples, put out their cigarettes on my breasts and my dick.

At night, I end up in their tents, covered in sperm, piss, blood, and spit, sleeping embraced by one of them. Happy as can be, doing my best to make sure they put me in the same situation the following year. And grateful to have the best brother in the world!!

No one imagined how perverted he was.

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My Uncle's Bitch, Part 2.

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I've always done everything to get here; I want to be here, in this place, in this role.

Now I'm feeling butterflies in my stomach and another one running up my spine; my whole body is shaking a lot! At the same time, my cock is hard as a rock and throbs, dripping precum.

I've always done everything to get here; I want to be here, in this place, in this role.

Everything we agreed on was just between us; none of my friends know where I am now. If I never leave this warehouse, no one but them will know where I am. I wanted it this way; this possibility turns me on even more. I'm not here for the money, I'm not getting anything; what brought me to this place was my darkest sexual desires! I couldn't say no to their proposal.

The middle-class suburban house is full of sadistic old gays like these two; I don't even know how many there are. They were very clear with me: they're a group of sadistic old gays who wanted a young masochist to use as a sex toy for an entire weekend. They explained to me that they're sadists, they get off on humiliating me, hurting me, and seeing me suffer.

I arrived at this house last night; they stripped me naked right at the entrance. Since I entered the house, I was treated like an inferior piece of shit, with slaps, insults, and spitting in my face. I've sucked their cocks, been fucked several times, and they've masturbated me dozens of times, each time I've gotten a hard-on.

They are super excited, eager, and happy to have me here to be used and abused without limits. Now we're in the warehouse where they'll finally tie me securely to the ceiling, gag me, and prepare me to be mercilessly whipped and tortured. We agreed that I would be tied tightly, so I couldn't escape or protect myself from the lashes. I'm drawn and horny to the idea of being completely unable to escape. I even asked to be gagged so that I couldn't beg, so my screams wouldn't interfere with the beating.

They said I would be hanging here being whipped for 24 hours, and that everything I bled, defecated, or urinated would simply run down between my legs. We agreed that even if I passed out, they could continue whipping me as much as they wanted. I hope that after so many hours of torture they'll release me and take me to a hospital, I hope so. But if it ends differently, there's nothing I can do, and that's what I want; that risk excites me. If I die, I'll die with a hard-on.

Since yesterday, each of them who arrived brought the whips they intended to use on me, one larger, thicker, and heavier than the other, and happily showed off their favorite toys. Besides proudly and passionately showing off their toys, they happily told me they're going to burn me with cigars, that they're going to stick things up my ass, that they've brought pliers to crush my nipples and balls, and that they have electrical devices to shock me.

As they spoke, I trembled with excitement, my cock grew hard, and they asked me to masturbate. Everything they said and showed excited me; I masturbated dozens of times during the night.

Now, as they tie me up, I feel the scariest moment has arrived: in a few minutes, I'll be bound and gagged, ready to suffer brutal torture and beatings. I hear the others excitedly entering the shed with their whips and toys, eager to use them on me.

My whole body trembles with a mix of fear and excitement. I turn to one of the men and make my last request before the gag.

I just ask that: "During the spanking, if my cock gets hard, can you masturbate me? Please masturbate me, okay?"

I have a role in this monastery; I am the sin and atonement of all the monks, part two.

Even though I was constantly punished and humiliated for being so perverted and masochistic, I continued to feel aroused and had frequent orgasms.

Being whipped excited me; pain was no punishment for a masochistic slut like me. The monks didn't know how to use me.

My hard cock, throbbing and dripping cum constantly, ended up being sucked by many monks. My firm, perky ass ended up being fucked by many other monks who breed me regularly.

If the senior monks wanted to have me as a sex toy, they must have been satisfied; I was the monastery's bitch. But those who tried to turn me into a penitent or make the beatings scare sinful monks were frustrated and gave up trying to "cure" me. 

A monk decided to do something more extreme: he placed an iron mask over my head, an iron box with holes so I could breathe while being secured with a padlock around my neck.

They made a heavy piece of wood to tie my wrists, a thick, long dildo in my ass, and secured my cock and balls so no one, even I, could use them.

And they hung me in a stone well with a hole at the top, so all the monks could urinate and some even shit on me. The situation was brutal and very cruel. They took me out only once a day, to eat and shit, and after two hours, they put me back in the well.

The worst part was that even in that uncomfortable position, I felt aroused, and I could squirm and use the iron ring that held my cock to masturbate and orgasm.

This was our weekly happy hour.

A coworker found me in a BDSM chat room, and before I knew it, before I recognized him, it was too late, he'd discovered I was a perverted, masochistic, submissive old faggot.

At my employer, an insurance company affiliated with Pentecostal churches, this information would be fatal; the revelation could result in immediate and summary dismissal. I was the oldest employee, already approaching 60, and they were all in their early 30s.

So, my coworker began blackmailing me, ordering me to stay after work and abusing me as his slave and bitch. Soon, he invited several other colleagues to join what he called "their happy hour", or, as he put it, "my unhappy hour", or my hardest work hour.

They would take me to the company cafeteria, where the floor was easier to clean, order me to strip naked, get on all fours, put a collar on me, and begin beating me and shoving things up my ass. Some were so excited they'd shove their dicks in my mouth for me to give them blowjobs; others would stub out cigarettes on my nipples, back, cock, and ass, burning them repeatedly with sadism..

They loved to humiliate me. They'd bring me dog food, piss on it, and make me eat it like a despicable dog. They'd spit in my face, kick me, and slap me. I'd always end up bent over the table or on all fours, being raped by all of them, taking turns, dozens of times.

This became our weekly routine. Their happy hour was every Friday, and sometimes it extended into the weekend.

I can assure you that I was the happiest, and I had the best happy hour I could have ever dreamed of!

I have a role in this monastery, I am the sin and atonement of all the monks.

From the moment I was born, I was tormented by temptations and constantly struggled with sin and my evil nature. My older brothers, uncles, and cousins ​​sinned with me, and I led them into the worst sins of the flesh. My parents and uncles punished me a lot; they tried to discipline my body, but the more they punished me, the more I fell into the worst sins. 

My body was part of the problem; I was born with the sin of vanity, because I was handsome and very well endowed. From the moment I had my first erections, my penis dominated me and aroused envy and lust in those who saw it. When I was 16, my father took me to a monastery and asked them to accept me as a cloistered novice. He spoke to one of the monks, who was his cousin, who quickly explained to me that someone like me should be imprisoned for life, to try to avoid the impending hell. I was not consulted, nor would I have had any alternative or escape from the solution presented by my parents; However, I resignedly accepted it, believing it to be the best option. I was right; it was the best solution for everyone, including me.

I am not a monk, not even a novice, I am just a liturgical object, I am what they use to pay and atone for their sins, because I am tortured and flogged while they pray and ask for forgiveness for their sins. I am the penitent, the body that suffers the pain and must pay for the sins of all the brothers of the order. When one of them commits a more serious sin, the sinner has to wound my body with a red-hot iron and torture me brutally to atone for his guilt. Even under the worst tortures, my enormous cock remains stiff and throbbing, I ejaculate and cum many times.

They use my body entirely, I suck their cocks, I am fucked violently and with lust, and they love to masturbate me many times in a row and suck my cock with lust.

On a religious day, they burned my tongue and then, with it sore and painful, they forced me to suck the penises of all the monks, from the youngest to the oldest of the inmates.

I believe that my parents have no idea of ​​the horrors I suffer here in the monastery, nor would they believe how completely fulfilled and happy I am here, being the sinner and lust of all of them.

These pigs were not condemned, they wanted and paid to be here.

 To me, these pieces of shit have no name, age, or any individuality; they're all fucking whores.

The company doesn't want them to ever leave this dungeon again. They'll stay here naked, chained and blindfolded until they die of disease, hunger or until we kill them. They'll just be dragged out to be burned. Some of them even last several years here, eating everything their mouths can find: food, any dirt and even their own shit from the floor.

What I find most curious is that when I enter this stinking, cold and dirty cell, their dicks get hard and start to salivate. They open their mouths thirstily, searching for my dick by the smell. I leave my dick dirty and smelly so they can easily find it. When they find it, they swallow my dick and give delicious blowjobs until I cum in them. It seems that my cum is considered their favorite food. I piss in their mouths too and they drink it all, practically not letting anything spill. I come here several times a day and cum in them many times. Then I beat them, whip them violently and they cry without complaining, they just want me to let them suck me again.

I hang some of them by the collar, leaving them barely reaching the ground. If they wanted to die by hanging, they could easily do it. But, when I enter that hell they writhe lasciviously and moan with lust, like bitches in heat, begging me to let them go so they can suck me. I find their assholes too dirty and wide for me to fuck them, but many of my colleagues fuck and stick thick things in those filthy assholes.

The more we crush or twist their cocks and nipples, the more we torture or whip them, the harder the cocks of these shitty perverts become. They all have iron rings piercing their tits and cocks, because they were forbidden to have sex, but many of them cum while they are being tortured.

The most curious thing is that all these idiots gave everything they had, all their money and possessions, to be placed here, in this place and role, out of pure lust and perversion.

Some visited these pigpens before deciding to pay to be here in these brutal conditions. Some of these perverted bitches saved up money to pay to be chained here, and they all knew there would be no going back.

Nikita is also used as a gift for trading with nomadic tribes.

In addition to being the troop's whore, Nikita is also used as a diplomatic gift to other tribes and groups that appear on the borders of the Russian Empire. When a nomadic Mongolian, Arab or Persian tribe is encountered by border patrols, before the troop simply approaches and risks direct armed conflict, some horsemen approach the tribe, escorting the young man who walks naked alongside them.

As a white, blond boy with a very Russian physique, he is given as a gift to the foreigners. The fact that he is delivered naked and with a hard-on makes his usefulness clear.

Nikita docilely submits to the foreigners, gets fucked, gives blowjobs and accepts everything without question. This attitude creates the conditions for friendly dialogue between the Russian troops and the other nomadic tribes.

As a white, blond boy with a very Russian physique, he is given as a gift to the foreigners. The fact that he is delivered naked and with a hard-on makes his usefulness clear.

Then the Russian colonel comes to the tribe to talk to its leader. Often this conversation takes place while sharing drinks, tobacco and the bitch. There are long negotiation conversations, sometimes tense, sometimes friendly, and these different moods are resolved by using the troop's whore.

When the negotiators are tense, they unload on the guy's back, ripping his skin off. Sometimes they talk while fucking him, sometimes being sucked by him. Insults and difficulties are best resolved this way, often a plentiful table of food helps the negotiation, whores have always been present on these occasions - Nikita plays both roles.

Throughout the long journey, Nikita is humiliated and trained to be the troop`s dog.

When Nikita was handed over to the soldiers, he wore only old pants and boots. A soldier covered him in the army's standard raincoat tent, a thick tissue with a hole for the head and a hood for long foot journeys. 

Nikita followed the troops for weeks, on the long journey on foot to the empire´s borders, being led by a leash like a stray dog, always with his hands tied and shirtless under his raincoat. 

Having his hands tied behind his back was part of the humiliation and training. He often shit and pissed in his pants. He ate only what was thrown on the ground so that he would eat like a disgusting dog, and on his knees, he often drank the piss that the soldiers made directly into his mouth. To make it easier for him to piss or shit, a creative soldier tied the string that held his pants at the base to his cock and scrotum, leaving his ass exposed. The soldiers did not hide their interest in the guy's body, pinching and touching it with enthusiasm and lust. Nikita also showed his dirty and slut nature, insinuating himself to the soldiers, showing off his hard cock, and shaking his ass. 

When the troops camped, the boy was tied to a post or tree and gang raped by all the men. All of them fucked the slut bitch and many of them beat him with belts and whips. Nikita did not scream in pain or beg for mercy, on the contrary, he moaned lewdly, horny, and provoked the group asking for new fucks, worse punishments, and offering blowjobs as a reward to everyone.

When the group was satisfied, exhausted, and went to sleep, the boy covered in piss, sweat, and cum, still tied to the post, willingly sucked all the cocks of the soldiers who wanted to clean their penises before sleeping.

Nikita slept all night tied to the post, filthy with dirt, and with a smile of pride and satisfaction.

The colonel found, in the small village, what he was looking for to accompany his troops on their mission to the border.

The Tsar's army was passing through the village, heading to lands farther from the country's borders to protect them from threats from bandits from neighboring countries. The families feared their older sons would be forcibly enlisted in the army.

When the troops arrived, the colonel went to the village church to talk to the local priest, who knew all the villagers best. A little later, the two left and went to the home of one of the families.

The poor family had eight children of varying ages. The parents were immediately frightened by the risk of losing the oldest, who worked in the fields during the day. The priest ordered the father to bring Nikita, the third, who was almost twenty years old. The parents were relieved that he was the one they were looking for. The colonel waited for the boy, escorted by a corporal from his troops, in the large open patio of ​​the village surrounded by many curious and apprehensive neighbors. 

When the father brought his son before the colonel, the priest quickly opened the boy's shirt and pulled down his pants, exposing his nakedness to the officer and everyone around. The boy tried to cover himself, but the father grabbed his arms, keeping his hands behind his back. The colonel addressed the priest. 

"Indeed, the boy has a beautiful physique and a beautiful cock and balls." 

To which the priest added, "I can assure you that he is a pervert, an incorrigible and insatiable lecher, capable of fulfilling the role you desire." 

The officer addressed Nikita's father and asked: "Would the family be pleased to receive a young mule in exchange for this pervert?" 

The father, smiling, replied: "A mule is much more useful for work in the fields than this incorrigible wanker. We are very grateful for your generous offer!" 

With a brief gesture from the colonel to the corporal, he approached and passed the rope he had, tying the boy's wrists behind his back and making a loop to use as a leash to pull the boy along. 

The mother asked if they wanted to take his shirt lying on the floor, and the corporal replied, "No, it won't wear shirts anymore. You can keep this one."

The colonel smiled when he noticed that Nikita's dick was getting hard. The priest gestured, familiarly holding the boy's beautiful dick, and said to the colonel.

"This pervert gets excited every time he gets naked; his dick reveals how much he likes to be exposed, handled, or even beaten. Ever since he was born, his mother noticed that this son was a deviant, an insatiable sexual animal."

"She brought him to me countless times. We punished him severely, kept him tied up, fasting, and penitent for days. I tied his dick tight to see if it would stop getting hard and cumming, but it seemed that the more we tried to contain his lust, the more the bastard got horny and enjoyed it. He is a big problem in this community; he has already insinuated himself and led almost all the boys and men who live here to sin. His cock and his holes have already condemned almost all the young people in the community to hell. Take this animal from hell away; we never want to see him again!"

The colonel smiled happily, rubbing his hands with great satisfaction.

"Don't worry, you'll never see this piece of shit again. It seems that it's exactly what I was looking for to cheer up all my troops in the vast and unpopulated borders."

The colonel and the corporal turned their backs on the family and the priest and walked steadily toward the troops waiting for them at the entrance to the village. They crossed the entire small community with the boy walking with difficulty, practically naked, with his pants still down at his ankles, with his hands tied behind his back, being pulled by the rope around his neck. What the two soldiers observed, smiling maliciously, was that with each step Nikita's cock was swinging like a mast, hard as a rock and dripping cum from the satisfaction of being taken like that.

Everyone in the village walked in the opposite direction, curious to see the beautiful mule happily hugged by the happy family, thanking the priest for helping them solve the problem.

The sergeant of the army had known me since high school when I was his sex toy.

The sergeant of the army had known me since high school when I was his sex toy. 

He was the leader of the worst gangs in the school, which caused terror among classmates, teachers, and staff. He was the one who helped me understand what I`m, I felt and desired. He would tell me to go to the bathroom and wait for him naked. I, trembling with fear and lust, obeyed. He would grab me roughly, slap me in the face, pinch and bite my nipples and fuck me so hard that I cried with pain and lust. He taught me to suck and endure his big, hard cock that hurt my throat until I almost choked. He widened all my holes and my mind, he taught me the thrill of being his!

He had dozens of girlfriends and friends, but he would fuck me and use me often in front of his classmates without any embarrassment or shame. Being fucked in public, behind the school, on the street, or in the bar turned him on, and it turned me on even more. 

When he joined the army to become an officer, all he had to do was send me a message telling me to go to the barracks and I would drop everything and obey! 

Several times he kept me naked and chained up for days, being tortured, sucking him, and being raped by him and his fellow soldiers. He and his colleagues were truly sadistic; it wasn't just fucking and being sucked that made them cum. They tortured me cruelly, with pleasure, they beat me a lot, to make it hurt and bruise, but I never asked for mercy. I cried, moaned and sometimes even fainted, but I didn't ask for mercy.

I did not understand the reasons or circumstances that allowed him to keep me chained for so long, nor how long my captivity would last. He never said, and I never asked when I arrived, how long I would be there. He tested my total obedience and willingness, and I never disobeyed or disappointed him. Sometimes it was just one night, more than a week.

When they told me to leave the barracks, I could barely walk. Sometimes they had to keep me in the infirmary for a few days until I could walk without help.

But when I got home, he almost always sent me a message:

- So, bitch? Did you like being used like this? I'll call you again, be available, ready, and recovered!

And I would answer: - I'm your shitty slave! I'll run as soon as my man tells me to! All my holes are yours!

He's the hottest thing in my life!

Finally, Tuesday arrived, and I heard them coming, my pimp is still negotiating prices with the clients.

Finally, Tuesday arrived, and I heard them coming, my pimp is still negotiating prices with the clients. 

I already know the routine, because I've been in this life for years, I know most of the clients, their needs, and ways of acting. Some bring their whips and batons, others will use the equipment that is here in the brothel. Some will also want to fuck me, in all my holes, others will wish to blowjobs. 

They can do the worst evils to me, breaking my back with dozens of violent lashes, fucking me, and then continuing the whipping. Some like to fuck me while my ass bleeds from the beatings, using the blood that runs down my back as a lubricant. 

After hours of pain, torture, brutality, and rape they leave, leaving me on the floor, covered in wounds and bruises, in a pool of blood, sweat, sperm, and piss. It takes me weeks to recover. Some wounds turn into permanent scars, others heal and disappear. During this time I work daily, without rest, cleaning and tidying the brothel. I find some of the clients who have destroyed me coming to the house to pick up some of the boys or girls who are prostituted here.

Precisely for this reason, and at the request of some of them, my pimp makes me work naked all the time so that they can see the gradual healing and recovery of my body. Some even tease me by showing me the wounds they have made and celebrating that they have not yet disappeared.

So, on the first Tuesday of every month, my pimp ties me up against the wall and the clients come to break me and fuck me.

 

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.

The long weekend with the four sadistic dominators was a dream.

I had finally found the dominator I had dreamed of. Paul was handsome, calm, mature, very sadistic, and experienced. He lived alone in a beautiful apartment, and we started with sporadic encounters lasting a few hours, scheduled through apps.

The routine was simple: I would undress as soon as I entered the apartment and obey all commands without question. He would test my submission and resistance. If he disapproved of me, each encounter could be the last. I would suck, get fucked, clean, cook, and be beaten without any hesitation.

So, sometimes, he would have friends over, and I would serve whoever he wanted. However, he wanted to prove my intentions and prove that I had no limits. 

On Friday, when I arrived, he had three friends over. He explained: We have a long weekend, and you will stay here with us until Wednesday, okay? I invited these friends over so we could abuse you together. You've already served one of them, and you know he's more cruel and sadistic. The other two brought whips and ropes; I believe they will also want to torture you brutally.

I didn't know the other two, but I had already noticed that Paul advertised me as his bitch on other gay BDSM sites. He was pimping me out, charging sadistic men who paid to fuck and torture me. I confess that I loved this idea and found it even more exciting.

I smiled and nodded. This man was indeed particularly sadistic; he loved to burn my nipples, cock, and balls with cigars and cigarettes. I loved his tortures, but I especially liked the way he fucked my throat, shoving his thick, hard cock inside until I was suffocating.

The weekend was brutal; the four of them used me, fucked me, and tortured me the whole time, taking turns without limits or rest.

The four of them were sadistic and domineering. I was whipped and tortured with brutality beyond any limits I had ever imagined. I could only endure it because I was tied up and gagged. 

I cried, moaned, fainted, and vomited several times. I fainted a few times. But I loved it all and came dozens of times. I did everything, obeyed all the orders, and endured it without complaining because I hope Paul calls me many more times.

Shopping day was the best day of the month!

I had recently retired and finally could no longer go to work, and, as I had agreed with my young Master, I became his full-time slave.

I moved permanently into his apartment, gave him all my bank codes and passwords so he could receive my pension, and gave him everything I had and my savings.

The young man was addicted to games, worked freelance from time to time, and spent all day at home playing games and smoking marijuana with friends. Having me as a slave solved several of his problems, including his financial problems with my pension and all my savings; I started to clean the apartment, wash clothes, cook, and work as a domestic servant; he and his colleagues fucked me and made me suck them all the time.

I didn't leave the house for anything; I stayed there naked and working all the time. I only went out once a month when we went shopping, and I looked forward to that day all month long.

When we had to go for monthly purchases, he would make me walk ten blocks always to the same crappy supermarket in the worst part of the poor neighborhood where we lived. Before I left, he would lock my cock in a chastity cage, stick a three-inch butt plug in my ass, and order me to go around wearing only an old jockstrap and worn-out shorts that kept falling.

Walking around the neighborhood barefoot and practically naked, with a collar and leash, was very humiliating and exciting. I could feel my cock throbbing and dripping inside the cage, very horny as if it were going to explode. My Master would take an UBER and meet me at the grocery store. I had to be there to pay for the monthly groceries because he used the retirement voucher I had to sign.

The manager of this grocery store had figured out our thing and let me walk around the joint practically naked like that.

When it was time to pay, he always took me to the office and made me suck him and two other employees at the establishment as part of the payment. They saw my body covered in welts and marks from the beatings that my Master gave me regularly. While I was sucking the guys, the security guard at the grocery store liked to beat me brutally with the rubber truncheon they used to beat up little thieves.

After paying for the groceries, I walked back to the apartment, where my owner took his UBER right after I signed the voucher.

Shopping day was the best day of the month!

My uncle realized, before I did, my true nature and calling.

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When I was a teenager, my uncle recognized the masochistic faggot that I was and took me to his house. My parents and siblings were relieved, and I never had contact with them again. 

My super handsome uncle put me in a chastity cage and enslaved me, using me as his maid and slut. He put a collar on me, gave me some old, dirty bags to wear, and made me do all the housework. I cleaned, tidied, washed, and ironed clothes, cooked, and kept the kitchen in order.

Many times I would spend the whole day alone working like a slave, without a break, and when he came home, he would beat me, spit on me and slap me in the face and fuck me like a bitch.

I could run away and leave but never tried to escape; I couldn't understand why. The years passed, and I got used to it; I didn't even think about leaving.

I knew he had prostituted me for money many times.

He would often call me into the room and hand me over to other men for money. Some would come back many times, others I never saw again. When I entered the room, they continued talking as if I wasn't there, my uncle telling the guy that he could do whatever he wanted for me. The guys came to do sinful, brutal, and dirty things to my uncle's slut, me.

Some whipped me, others tortured me with pliers and lit cigars. Most of them fucked me or shoved their dicks deep down my throat until I was out of breath and almost passed out.

A cousin would sometimes help my uncle hold me in whatever position the client wanted to ensure his enjoyment. Not that I tried to escape or avoid the torture, but sometimes I couldn't bear the pain and panic, and they would hold me down or tie me up so the client could use me however he wanted.

This one brought a dildo so big and thick that I didn't believe it could fit in my ass without tearing it!

He took off my clothes, made me get on all fours, and shoved the huge thing up my ass while I whimpered and cried in pain. They shoved that monster up my ass many times until I came on the living room floor.

For a few days, my uncle made me work naked with that monster stuck in my anus. Working with that thing was very uncomfortable and painful. Sometimes, during the chores, I cried in pain, but cum dripped from my dick and smeared it on my thighs all day long.

With that monster in my ass, he couldn't fuck me when he got home at night, so he would beat me brutally with his leather belt until I came and make me suck him until he filled my mouth with cum every night. I think we both enjoyed this daily routine the most.

I was indeed the fucking bitch my uncle said I was.

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Three Years of Slavery: Establishing a Routine. Part Sixteen.

From now on, I, Toy, will be the one narrating what happened to this masochistic and perverted pig. He can no longer talk about what he feels or goes through; he is in no condition to say anything.

Our Master has put me in charge of taking care of this piece of shit. In addition to taking care of the house, washing clothes, cooking, tidying up, and cleaning everything, I still have to take care of the Pig, who is chained and locked in the storage room at the back of the yard. I confess that what could be a burden for me is the most fun part of the day.

When our owners want to see how the Pig is doing, I set up chairs and bring them drinks so they can sit in the yard. During these visits, I tie the disgusting faggot up in various and painful ways to torture and whip him. Sometimes, they are the ones who whip him violently and brutally. But beating him hard and fast is tiring, even for my young Master. So most of the time, after they get tired and the Pig's body is already injured and bleeding a lot, they order me to take over the task and make me whip him for hours without rest for me or the animal.

When I get discouraged and tired, they protest and order me not to lose the rhythm or violence of the blows. Many times, I continue even after the Pig has passed out. What surprises me the most is that the animal moans, cries, and goes crazy with so much pain but often ejaculates with so much excitement and pleasure in being so brutally whipped.

To me, it seems that neither I nor my owners feel as much pleasure as this shitty faggot.

Three years of slavery: the first months. Part Fifteen.

They didn't release me from the chains in the first few weeks, not even once. I would hear them talking to each other about how I should get used to being part of the warehouse's playthings.

Luckily, the sun would shine in that garage in the late afternoon.

Toy had to provide for my subsistence; it was one of his daily tasks. Sometimes, he would put water and food in the dog bowls, and I would eat on all fours, with my feet and collar still tied with chains. Sometimes, I was chained up so that he had to shove the food in my mouth.

I would piss and shit as I could, dirtying my legs and the floor like a filthy animal. Toy would wash the floor and my body with brooms and soap.

When my Owner and his boyfriend came to the garage, it was to whip and torture me. In this first stage, they came three or four times a week, sometimes for short, violent beatings, as if they were angry about something and wanted to release the tension in my back. They were nervous, violent, and very painful whippings. Sometimes, both came calmly and slowly and spent hours whipping me and talking about any subject, their work, sports, or travel plans. They whipped me while they smoked and drank, without rushing, varying the types of whips and having fun showing how they could hit the softest parts. 

Some Sundays, they stayed all afternoon, until sunset, whipping me. There were so many lashes that I passed out several times, and in the end, my entire body was covered in wounds and blood dripping. After these worse beatings, they immobilized me in very uncomfortable and stressful positions so that Toy could apply the medicines, disinfectants, and healing agents. And they left me like that for a day or two, suffering and healing my wounds. 

Sometimes, Toy had to clean the dried sperm off my legs.