Three years of slavery: being tortured mercilessly. Part seven.

The couple took great pleasure in torturing me with great cruelty as if they wanted to discover if I could survive the cruelest brutalities. 

They deeply fucked my throat, broken into many times until I suffocated and almost passed out. They offered me to all their friends who arrived at the house, suggesting that they fuck my mouth until my throat was broken! I felt the cocks going deep into my neck. Some guys would stick their dicks deep inside and then piss directly inside me.

When I vomited, they punished me and slapped me violently in the face.

They dislocated my jaw several times. I was sore and injured; I could no longer close my mouth correctly, speak, or chew anything. I felt like my jaw was out of place; it didn't fit anymore.

One day, my owner's boyfriend bought a shock device. Their new toy had two buttons to regulate the voltage and amperage of the electrical discharges. To my despair, they loved testing the effects of electricity on different parts of my body.

During shocks, I lost control of every muscle in my body. They placed clips with the wires on my ears, on my tongue, on my balls, on my dick, and especially on my nipples and tested how much I moaned and writhed during the electrical charges. They had fun watching me scream, cry, piss, shitted, and sometimes even come in despair and pain. They stuck copper rods into my dick and gave it such strong shocks that I feared the rod would melt inside it. I felt my body convulsing; I felt terrible spasms and burns.

In all the most terrible situations, when I even feared dying, they showed that they didn't care how much I suffered or whether I would survive. When I passed out from pain or lack of air, they continued with the torture or left me there, unconscious, waiting for me to wake up to return to the fun.

Sometimes, they electrocuted me while watching a movie on television or chatting trivially with someone on the cell phone. I was nothing. I felt like just something, a despicable toy that they could use without fear of ruin or kill.

I have never felt so naked and exposed as I did at that moment.

When we picketed to close the street near the factory entrance, we neither imagined nor expected such a brutal reaction from the police riot squad. Huge armored cars, with tear gas and stun bombs, rubber bullets, and batons, were fired by police officers heavily equipped with helmets and protective shields; we only had some posters and small stones; we were unarmed!

Groups of police officers ran after us as we fled, scared and desperate.

When they reached me, I surrendered my hands without offering any resistance. They brutally handcuffed me and took me to a space between the huge trucks and the factory walls.

Without asking any questions or justification, they took off all my clothes.

Completely naked and handcuffed in the middle of the street, in brutal contrast to the natural protective armor worn by the police officers, I realized the extent of the fragility to which I was exposed! He was brutally naked and surrendered to the violence and sexualizing gaze of the troops. I immediately noticed their lust, desire, and envy for my young, muscular, black body.

At that moment, in panic, I understood that the rubber batons weren't the most challenging thing they would use to punish me.

A drawing from 2015 that I had never posted.

 

Three years of slavery: physical transformations. Part four.

Since I surrendered myself as a slave to my Owner, we agreed that I would no longer have any decision about myself and that I accepted being his without limits or expectations.

He doesn't know me, nor is he interested in getting to know me; I'm not his friend; I'm not even a person; I'm just his slut fag. So when I arrived at the house and undressed for the last time, he examined me with some disappointment.

I was never pretty, firm, or sporty; I was just a dull body over thirty years old.

When he fucked me a few times, I remember him complaining about the opening of my ass. He started inserting plugs and dildos bigger and broader. He stuck big dildos in my anus and ordered me to keep them inside me all day. He doesn't care if it hurts or bothers me a lot; I have to bear it in silence. He knows my ass better than I do. Sometimes, he starts to insert an extra large dildo, and I despair, afraid that I will be split in half or that the monster will destroy me from the inside. The pain is terrible, and I sweat a lot as he tries to push it deeper until it no longer comes out. Sometimes I can't breathe, sometimes my ass bleeds, but he always manages to get what he wants into me.

I remain still, silent, and bear it without complaining. I am his sex toy.

What scares me sometimes is him talking to someone about me as if I weren't there, listening to the conversation. He asks his friends, who are veterinarians or doctors, what he should inject into me, the doses, and the places for the injections, and he injects without me knowing what he intends or the effect it will have. One day, he told someone that he wanted to break my nose so that it would look like a pig's; the guy took my nose and showed him where they could break the cartilage and how to force the nose up. The guy offered to do a surgical stitch so that my broken nose would be in the position he wanted.

Once, when he was shoving a dildo down my throat, I couldn't breathe as the toy went down my throat. I despaired, thinking I was going to die right there; I passed out while he calmly looked at me in agony as if he didn't care. When I woke up, I felt blood in my throat, which was very sore and raw. In the following days, he inserted even thicker dildos, deeper, widening my throat mercilessly. I fainted several times, but he didn't give up on making me a professional cock swallower.

As he loved to torture nipples, he placed suckers on my tits, sucking them hard so that they became increasingly pointier and bigger. As he wanted to torture my dick and balls, he started putting suckers that made my genitals huge.

He would go to work and leave me there, on the laundry room floor, with the suckers, with the hooks pulling my nose and cheeks in complete suffering, all day.

When he arrived at night, he would let me go so I could serve him dinner, and then, even before I ate anything, he would inject several syringes into my dick and my nipples. He would give some injections in my butt and arms. He never bothered to tell me what he did or what would happen, and I just accepted it because I'm his slut, right?

In a short time, my body was already very different from what it was before, and my libido was also other.

A drawing for a perverted and masochistic friend!

When I made the last few posts, an old fagot called HB, very masochistic and submissive, showed me his posts in which he sought to find someone who would use his old, flaccid body in the most brutal and fatal ways. He dreams of someone violently wrecking him with sadism and cruelty.

This is the post he regularly shares on his Twitter profile.

So, I kindly offered him these drawings, showing his dream coming true. A rich guy who owns a medium-sized industry decided to take this old fagot and have fun at his expense, making his dreams come true.

He is part of a group of sadistic dominators who were looking for the opportunity to honestly and without limits torture some truly masochistic fagot.

HB was overjoyed, surprised, and stunned to find someone who wanted to use him; within a week, he arrived at the airport of his savior tormentor. 

They took him directly to the factory far from the city's edge. They ripped off the older man's clothes and handed him to a group of cruel guys to be beaten, tortured, and gang-raped. There were days of relentless beatings, torture, and sexual abuse.

His throat was destroyed by hard, thick cocks thrust repeatedly until he choked. His jaw was dislocated from so many fucks and punches and slaps in the face. His anus was enlarged by countless rapes, penetrated by cocks, fists, rods, and tubes of varying diameters.

His nipples were crushed by bites and pliers and burned by blowtorches, soldering irons, and cigarettes.

His body was whipped, burned, and tortured in the most painful and violent ways; however, during all these days, the perv fagot only moaned with lust and pleasure. At no point did he ask for mercy or protest against the abuse. Sometimes, he closed his eyes and enjoyed the excitement when his nipples were crushed and burned. He howled excitedly and horny when the whips ripped his back!

He sucked the cocks placed in his mouth eagerly, enthusiastically, drinking all the cum and licking the cocks insatiably.

All the boys who beat him saw the pleasure and excitement the old fagot felt from the pain, abuse, and humiliation.

When the old whore managed to say something, when his mouth wasn't sucking the cock of one of the executioners, he screamed, begging: Hit harder, you can hit without mercy, that's what I want, that's what this perverted old whore deserves and likes!

The factory owner showed the class the post H shared on the internet. They tried to fulfill each of the perverted fagot's requests. They pulled out some of his teeth with pliers and all of his nails, broke his nose, tore off his ears with pliers, ground, and burned his nipples with a hot iron.

However, they left his eyes so he could see everything he suffered, and they did not castrate him because they enjoyed watching him have erections and ejaculate many times during the torture. One of the boys milked him many times to see how much cum that older fag could ejaculate. After over twenty times, he gave up on masturbating the insatiable pervert.

It was a week of violent pleasure for the insane and insatiable queer. He didn't eat anything; he was fed by sperm and drank the piss of the cruel executioners; he lost about ten kilos in a few days.

Over the weekend, they placed an iron bar on his back and tied his neck, arms and legs, and his scrotum to the bar. Then, they used a small crane to take him to the bar for the barbecue.

When H saw that he was being taken to be placed over the burning fire, he came once more. Speaking with difficulty due to his dislocated jaw, missing teeth, and destroyed throat, he still moaned: thank you guys! Thanks guys! Thank you very much, guys!

And then he blacked out.

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.

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.

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.

Poor slaves, they have no idea what can happen to them.

Piracy was frequent in the 17th and 18th centuries, stealing all valuable cargo while the crew and passengers of looted ships were taken prisoner and sold. This image represents the crew members of the attacked vessels being sold as slaves by the pirates in the ports where they could dock and trade their booty.

All the boats had young apprentices in their crew, poor boys sold by their families to work and learn trades on board. The crew used many of them for various purposes and was brutally treated and punished. Other boys of the same age from more affluent families were incorporated into the crew to be trained as officers. These two groups of boys had very different roles, lives, and treatments.

When the pirates sold the captured crew, the two groups had the same fate, slavery. Some of the strongest could be sold to work in the cane fields of the Caribbean islands.

In the ports that received the pirates, there were many huge and famous whorehouses. Some pirates who frequented these brothels secretly preferred to amuse themselves with other men without their crews knowing.

The whorehouse managers knew how to please all their customers, fulfilling their every wish without anyone being found out or damaging their reputation.

So if some manly pirate, wealthy, famous, and feared, wanted to have fun with a boy for several days, he could enter the whorehouse, drink and be part of the party with his crewmates, and find what he really wanted when he retired to his room, discreetly prepared just for him.

This harlot went to the slave market to choose slaves for her whorehouse. The seller has already separated a batch of well-endowed young men, tied their penises and balls, and manipulated them to make them hard. Some are still sticky with semen and precum. One of them, the youngest on the left, was gagged as he kept screaming for help and crying.

The experienced woman and the seller know what the customers like to do and the type of men they want, while the slaves have no idea what can happen to them.

Some pirates do so much wickedness to their sex slaves that they only last a few days being violently raped and used. Others may treat their slaves romantically and affectionately, having sex, sucking, and being penetrated by the slaves. However, to protect their virile reputations, they kill slaves when they're done using them. Others, more cruel, prefer to blind them and cut out their tongues so that they can never tell what they did or with whom.

Poor slaves, they have no idea what can happen to them.

A modern, efficient and innovative suspension and immobilization system to keep the dairy animal comfortable, safe and clean!

Inspired by the traditional macaw tree, this modern, efficient, innovative hanging and immobilization system keeps the milking animal comfortable, safe, and clean!

A wide cloth strap fastened around the chest is adjusted and tied to the suspension bar, effortlessly supporting its weight.

A thick, comfortable iron collar is chained to the same bar, comfortably supporting the head.

Cloth strips protect the joints (elbows and knees), preventing unnecessary injuries. Soft straps securely tie wrists without hurting.

Blindfolds prevent the dairy animal from knowing whether it is day or night.

A flexible tube enters the throat introducing balanced food, male hormones, sexual stimulants, and liquids periodically, feeding and hydrating the cow.

Tubes with oxygen and tranquilizers enter the nostrils, making it more docile and happy.

A thick vibrating tube enters the anus, sucking out all the feces hygienically. The tube is fixed at the base of the anus and scrotum, vibrating and stimulating the milk beast's prostate.

A sophisticated and advanced electric suction system milks the cow, separating the sperm from the urine. The device vibrates, squeezes, and massages the penis continuously, milking its sperm every two hours.

Periodically electrical clamps should be attached to the scrotum giving successive shocks to stimulate blood circulation and sperm production.

These electric clips must be adjusted to give more intense shocks when attached to the beast's nipples or ears.

The animal is expected to become increasingly furry, hairy, and bearded due to the amount of hormones.

It is suggested to hygienically clip the toes of the front and hind legs to facilitate cleaning and nail injuries.

Every seven days, the animal must be lowered from the bar and encouraged to walk on all fours for hours to recover movement of the limbs.

An innovative startup created an app to sell live sex toys to wealthy people!

In the mid-21st century, when the big global technology groups eliminated states, neoliberal capitalism took over all areas and sectors of the economy. Police systems, armies, prison systems, and even justice were privatized. The legislative system and the government are managed by "managers" and "CEO's" in the service of investors, large banks, trusts, and companies. There are no more universal individual rights; now, there are only consumer and investor rights, and justice only takes care of contracts and commercial agreements.

People arrested for any crime or misconduct by the police enter the private prison system as a commodity. All prisoners have to pay for time and services while in prison; those who cannot afford to pay can do forced labor, be hired, or even be sold for any purpose. They usually regularly take blood, sperm, hair, and organs that can be sold.

After being slaughtered, all parts are used, each piece of meat, leather, bones, corneas, etc.

A very innovative Korean startup has proposed a more profitable way of slaughtering inmates. This web app allows consumers to own one of these inmates for fun, using them as sex toys until they die.

The application offers sex prisoner toys that can be chosen by type, size, and all the characteristics that please consumers. Buyers can choose the place to play; everything can be taken to buyers' homes or clubs, farms, or resorts. They can hire complementary services, choose sumptuous dinners, the type of food, drinks, and decoration, having live music and film crews. They decide whether they want one or two helpers, the types of pliers, chains, hooks, whips, paddles, sticks, or any instrument of torture. The sex toys that will be tortured can be muzzled if the client prefers to listen to ambient music or have their mouth free to hear their screams and moans. The toy might have a dildo locking its asshole to ensure it doesn't shit or have any orifices flushed out to be fucked by the group.

Experienced company technicians accompany all the fun of the customers, guiding the game to ensure that the toy does not die quickly, does not pass out or remain unconscious for a long time, but must also take care that it does not leave there alive, so as not to disappoint the expectations of the customers. He guides the more anxious or less experienced guests on where to hurt, how to hurt, and how to provoke pain and sincere screams without spilling too much blood or getting too dirty on their clothes or the environment.

The company is an absolute success story; it put its services online less than a year ago, generated thousands of jobs, has an award-winning environmental policy, already has its shares on six stock exchanges, earned millions of dollars, and won many investors and loyal customers in more than twenty countries.

Celebrities and digital influencers share nights of pure lust and pleasure on their networks using the services. Groups of companies, sports teams, and university classes hired the services for commemorative and educational events with different purposes. His films produced for pornography are among the most accessed and sold.

What surprised its managers is that it had to create the reverse system quickly, with clients willing to be tortured to death for money or lust. Hundreds of poor or indebted men sought the app pending to be sold so their families could have their bills paid. Or even hundreds of masochistic perverts offer themselves free of charge to be traded. These sex toys have gained particular buyers who are particularly horny for these profiles, some reaching exceptionally high values at auctions.

In this image, a group of wealthy friends is excited to use the pliers on the toy's nipples, tongue, balls, and penis while one whips it. They booked the support team and lounge for at least eight hours of fun. They paid dearly; they didn't skimp on the chosen toy, as they loved its big soft nipples, its heavy balls in a very long scrotum and its colossal cock. The company prepared it to guarantee a beautiful and hard erection for hours.

It was never nor wanted to be human.

One day he told me that since childhood, he acted differently from other children; He didn't like the same activities and games and enjoyed being bullied and put down by his peers.

He said he got his first erections when he was beaten or humiliated. Even working here at the company, every time he received a slap or was reduced, we could see his hard cock with joy!

He stopped studying early; He had no ambitions; he just wanted to be a shitty fagot; He wanted to be a nobody, a loser bitch, fucked up by everyone and his life.

I noticed that he teased every man he met until they rape and beat him; He did this with his co-workers, with everyone he met... Over time, he withdrew from everyone; he didn't have friends or make friends; He wanted to be hated, despised, and lonely.

When he got to work in our pig slaughterhouse, it was clear to me that a slut fag like him wasn't by chance or coincidence that he came to work in a place where he could be a piece of shit; Here the work is hard, brutal, and poorly paid; low wages for such a stressful job.

The pigs arrive practically at the point of slaughter, and the intelligent animals are stressed, scared and seem to know what will happen to them. They cry and scream in fear in the pigpen, listening to others being slaughtered.

Several workers resigned within a few days; only the poorest with no alternatives or crazy people were left in this brutal insane job. He, on the contrary, seemed to love; indeed, he looked as if he envied pigs, identified with them, and wanted to be one of them.

One day he came to me, his Boss, and asked to be placed among the pigs, like one of them. I soon understood what he wanted, his fantasies, and what excited him, and I replied: "It's what you want most, isn't it, you stupid creepy? Getting naked and being treated like a perverted pig, fucked and beaten by everyone, isn't it?"

He knelt before me and begged: "Boss, that is what I want most! Please make me just one of the pigs here! This is my place and my biggest dream!"

I got my dick hard in front of the bizarre faggot, took him by the arms to the locker room, and, in front of all the other employees, violently ripped off his uniform, pissed on him, fucked him, and made him suck the dicks of all the slaughterhouse employees. He showed everyone his hard cock, as proof of the fagot's vocation as a whore, and I ordered them to put him in a pigpen among the other pigs.

In a few weeks, it became part of the company's routine. The servants put the pigs in the sty where he was; he stayed among them as part of the group and ate what they ate, naked, dirty, and on all fours like the pig he wanted to be.

The only difference is that in the late afternoon, I took him out of the sty, whipped and brutally spanked him, fucked him, and made him suck the dicks of the whole team. Then we pissed on him while he jerked off and returned him with the other pigs.

I never saw him resist or avoid the beatings, rape, or humiliation. He accepted everything obediently, with a horny smile and his cock hard with lust and happiness. He didn't say anything; he endured everything silently and occasionally thanked me in a low voice: "Thank you, Sir."

He stayed there, always in the pigsty, getting stinkier and dirtier each time.

After months without leaving the pigsty, he spoke softly while I was fucking him: "Sir, can I make one more request?" I nodded.

"Can I fulfill my destiny as a pig and be slaughtered along with the others?"

"Is that really what you want, fagot?" I asked.

"With all certainty, my Owner is what will make me even happier."

I felt my cock in his ass even harder! 

In the following weeks, I got even more pleasure from torturing and fucking him. I made him masturbate successively until the last drop of cum was exhausted. I crushed his balls, his dick, and his nipples with pliers and burned them with cigars while asking:

"What do you want me to do with that dirty pig?"

Loves to see him moaning in pain and horny as he replies: "Sir, please slaughter me and make minced meat with this body! I beg you, Lord, I'm a filthy pig like the others..."

I never saw the slightest hint of doubt in his eyes.

I watched the day we placed him in line with the others to receive the fatal hammer blow. His mouth and asshole were filled with cum from everyone who worked for the company. He came just before the hammer blow.

I really love working on this farm.

I really love working on this farm. The boss is very stingy and greedy; the work is heavy, monotonous, and pays poorly; the boss only thinks about his profit. He buys these slut fags from the penitentiary system; he prefers the youngest, between 18 and 22, to transform them into sperm-producing calves. 

The farm's veterinarian is a real butcher; he cuts the vocal cords without the slightest care and the foreskins of those he still has without the slightest hygiene. With the complete transformation in a few weeks, the ex-prisoners, ex-humans, become mindless beasts that moan, cry, and howl constantly.

Daily we inject so many hormones and sexual stimulants that in a short time, they become stronger, very hairy, sexually excited, lustful, and somewhat aggressive. Their penises get bigger, and their tongues and nipples get huge and sensitive. Sexual stimulants are vasodilators that allow for longer and more intense erections, but because of this, animals are more vulnerable to injuries, and their wounds bleed easily. The ropes that bind the wrists and ankles violently scar the leather and wound until it bleeds. All the beatings we give cause very dark and lasting bleeding and bruising. Bites from mosquitoes, fleas, and other parasites injure their skin. 

However, the worst wounds are on the animals' penises, kept inside the milking suckers. The milking equipment is old; its adjustment is neither easy nor safe; sometimes, the pressure is too intense and hurts the penis, and sometimes, it even sucks the entire organ into the tubes. The animal howls in despair, but even if we turn off the equipment, the damage is already done, and what's left of the penis must be removed from the tube with a spatula. The worst thing is not even the loss of a pig; when that happens, that day's production is lost in blood.

These milking animals are kept in precarious, poorly built, hot, and poorly ventilated sheds. The space stinks of sweat, feces, urine, and blood. Hanging by their ankles for many hours, the animals shit on themselves. The noise in these sheds is loud, as the animals moan and cry in pain and pleasure when they are milked; the equipment also makes a lot of noise.

We hung them up for milking for six hours daily, every day, without a break. After being milked, they are dragged to the pigsties to rest, fed, and washed. Foods are the farm's special rations enriched with drugs, vitamins, stimulants, steroids, and hormones, balanced so that they are permanently horny and happy.

That's why they are always kept doped with drugs and tied up. If we let go of their hands, they would masturbate endlessly; they are sexual, stupid, and horny animals. With their wrists and ankles tied in the pigsty, the animals lie on each other and rub, lick, and suck each other non-stop. Some bite and lick the dicks and nipples of others intensely; even when they sleep, they seem permanently horny, caressing each other sexually. Being stimulated by each other all day and by the effect of food and drugs, a healthy and productive animal can produce half a liter of sperm daily.

The caretakers must keep piglets rubbing against each other but ensure they do not come; sperm must be saved for milking time. To separate them, they use the cattle prod, discharging violent electric shocks in the dicks and nipples and tongues.

Milking animals can produce sperm in this rhythm for a few years, not more than three or four years. Many die of heart attacks or exhaustion before they run out of production. 

Those that survive, when they become sterile and no longer produce enough sperm, cannot be sold for slaughter and average meat production. Hormones and steroids entirely take over their bodies, so they are slaughtered on the farm to feed the younger dairy animals; they are turned into the farm's special ration.

Like the other workers on the farm, I could look for other jobs, better paid or less brutal, but we end up enjoying what we do. We like to spank, torture, and fuck these animals. The owner encourages us to be cruel and violent in dealing with pigs; he encourages our sadism; he knows that daily violence transforms and addicts us.

I love to see the young men, still wearing prison uniforms, handcuffed and scared, like other young men, looking like ourselves when they arrive.

When we are tasked with slaughtering and dismantling one of the exhausted animals, they no longer have any human characteristics; they are disgusting, whining pigs. I bring the hammer down on their heads in ecstasy without the slightest pity.

I have the life I deserve and desire!

 

With some difficulty, I can still remember when I was about 12 years old, I was a happy kid when my teachers at school realized I was a faggot. On an exam in a computer class, I chose to click on screens that had men and not the ones that showed women. The Holly Ministry of Education and Morals had established procedures for identifying degenerates like me in early childhood. When the test denounced my orientation, school officials removed me from the room, took me with some other classmates to the courtyard, ripped off our uniforms, and we were chained and handed over to the police. I learned that the government compensated families and confiscated perverts to sell to companies as pack animals.

The laws of God and the traditional Christian family called for society to be free of perverts like me. Before the law, I was neither a god creation nor a human being; I was a slut beast from hell.

I never heard from my family again, wore clothes, or spoke a single word as they cut my vocal cords. In these years of slavery, I ate only animal feed; I was injected with so many drugs that I always felt dazed, confused, alert, and excited. I feel willing and able to work hard all day, without rest, without tiring. I don't feel hungry or in pain. I feel so horny that throughout the day, my cock is stiff and throbbing, even having to lift heavy chains that pierce my foreskin. The currents that penetrate my nipples pull them down, causing pain and arousal, arousing and pleasuring me simultaneously and all the time. I ejaculate many times a day, and the semen drips and dries between the hairs on my legs. An endless orgasm gives me the disposition and strength for work.

I feel joy, strangely happy and satisfied to be this strong and brute animal. I believe my degenerate queer nature is fully realized that way, being what I am.

Handlers who supervise the work of animals like me used to beat, torture, and rape us with cruel sadism and regularity. I and all the other fag animals are docile and obedient, and we fall in love with our handlers. We feel pleasure and gratitude for the beatings and fucks; we lovingly and carefully suck their dicks before being locked in our cells. They often pee on us after blowjobs, and we are even happier to have the smell of our owners' piss. They never wash us; we stink usually, and our aroma exudes acid and is strong from sweat, tears, semen, and urine. My filth and stink also turn me on; I can't understand my feelings or thoughts. I don't know if it's my queer nature or the drugs injected into my veins daily, but I know I'm delighted being what transformed me! I have the life I deserve and desire!

My little brother, my pet! Fourth part.

At the end of the year, I was finally approved to study veterinary in a city in the country's interior. The town was small, and the university was its main social and economic activity.

My parents supported me during the course, and I moved to a house rented only by veterinary students. There I made new friends. I had to take my slut pet with me, and soon, all my housemates loved having a naked fag to take care of the house and all our needs. The bitch took over all the chores of tidying up all the bedrooms, cooking chores, and washing all the clothes. My colleagues soon learned that having this naked, leashed fagot working for us was a godsend!

With my colleagues, he perfected his blowjobs; he learned to perfectly suck the cocks of all of them and our guests.

Everyone also enjoyed fucking and pissing in his mouth.

But they enjoyed the most testing his pleasure and hard-on for pain. They enjoyed torturing and burning him as they milked him repeatedly until his cock was raw from being squeezed and twisted to the last drop of cum.

The agreement between us was that "bitches don't talk" my brother did all the chores, obeyed all orders, and endured all humiliation and torture without ever speaking a word. The most he emitted were moans of pleasure when the pain or pleasure was too great.

For us, he was the perfect slave!

For him, it was the life he had always dreamed of!

Second chapter with Mr. Kristofer being punished like an animal by religious people!

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Disturbed by Kristofer's enthusiasm and lust when being treated like a beast of burden, the men of God decided to punish him for his perversion.

They gathered the entire community of believers in the stable to pray and punish the fag for his perversion.

Men, women, and children watched the sticks lash the pervert's body cruelly. His body was beaten, bruised, and bleeding, but he was still horny and hard! Shepherds were irritated and pissed off by his hard-on.

They then decided to tie the head of his dick to a bar that held his shins. This way, his penis was stretched down and immobilized to be directly whipped.

The blows of the sticks violently hit the penis, which quickly became covered with wounds and purple and red marks.

To everyone's surprise, even facing the pain of having his cock whipped, Mr. Kristofer came spilling cum during the spanking!

Everyone in the barn watched in a daze as the masochistic fagot orgasmed! As if the beating had masturbated the greedy animal.

One of the elders, in desperation, took castration pliers and began to threaten the fag:

"If that Devil's erection doesn't let up, the only solution will be to castrate this perverted demon!"

Upon hearing the threat, Kristofer came once more!

The cruel punishment of prisoners.

The punishment of prisoners began with the cruel way they were hung with their arms behind their backs. This position causes terrible pain in the back, arms, and shoulders.

Not satisfied with the ordeal, the guards would pull down the prisoner's pants so they could directly spank his ass, rape him and stick the club in his anus.

The guards took turns between beating and raping. The arms hung in this way were so impaired that for many days, they could not be moved; they were, without any strength, useless. So the prisoners had no way to protect themselves from beatings and rape.

My suggestion to improve prison chairs. To celebrate over 10K Twitter followers!

Prison chairs like these have been used to contain prisoners in the US, especially agitated, young, and healthy prisoners.

I made some adjustments, eliminating only the seat, which makes it more playful. It is less comfortable for the detainee and facilitates the torture and violation of his anus and hell of his most sensitive parts.

This chair should be used in every police station and prison world! It allows the prisoner to be wholly immobilized for as long as necessary. The fag is very uncomfortable, hanging by the ropes that tie his shoulders and armpits. The wrists and ankles are secured by leather straps, and the bars that pass under the knees and elbows complete the immobilization and suffering of the prisoner.

In this wheelchair, the fag can be quickly taken to the cell, yard, or courtroom.

If desired, he can be tied up in this way for days: being fed, shitting, and pissing in a simple and easy-to-clean way.

If desired, he can be beaten and tortured efficiently using clubs, whips, pliers, electricity, and fire. Fingers, nipples, and holes are incredibly accessible. The jailers who have used it say it's fun to kick the balls and sticks of prisoners in the chair.

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

The van traveled for hours, and the fag was chained to the trunk the entire time. He groaned, yelled, and asked to open the door, as he was desperate to piss and shit, but he was not answered. When they finally opened the door, he smelled bad because he was shit and wet with piss.

He soon understood that they were indeed on a breeding farm. All the employees wore uniforms with orange overalls, gloves, and high white boots. They got the boy out of the van using steel bars with rope handles at the ends. This instrument is used to safely restrain agitated animals by tying and squeezing their necks, like gallows.

Restrained by the devices, his neck tightened almost to suffocation; the Pig climbed out of the van with his wrists still chained behind his back and ankle chains limiting his steps.

While an employee held him by the neck, another removed his dirty clothes, cut them into pieces, threw the scraps in the trash, and washed him with an ice-cold shower.

Still being led by the neck, naked and chained, he was taken to a large, smelly, stuffy shed, the industrial pigsty.

He had a hard cock, and he was very excited and surprised at how naturally all the workers there saw him being treated like one of the pigs. That situation was an old dream of his, but he still didn't believe he was living it!

Then, when they reached one of the stalls in the pigsty, he was chained and placed on all fours among other pigs. He was surprised, shocked, and scared but as happy as he never was!

Some days guys would just spend hours having fun beating me up. Last part of four.

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