My Uncle's Bitch, Part 2.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

- Yes, I am.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

- I already paid her, you're mine.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The joy of selling our perverted and despicable youngest - the parents' view.

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Three Years a Slave: Returning to the Dungeon, meeting Toy. Part ten.

The wealthy couple took me back and ordered their new slave to help me get settled. When we were both alone, the new slave introduced himself.

─ Pig, I'm their Toy, you can call me Toy; that's what they call me, and my previous name doesn't matter anymore.

─ They called me Pig.

─ I know; I think I saw all the videos they filmed of you being tortured.

─ Did they show you?

─ No, but I had to suck their dicks the many times they watched it. They masturbated and got excited watching the videos in which you cried and howled in pain and despair. They really love to see you suffering a lot. I signed a contract with them for three years like you did. But in my agreement with them, I didn't allow them to do the same barbaric things they did to you.

─ Do they watch videos of my torture?

─ Pig, they love watching and re-watching these videos. They love seeing you suffering in despair, so they must be happy to have you back!

I didn't know whether to be happy or scared by this information. Toy added:

─ They were often frustrated with me for not being able to torture myself. My contract only allows them to lock my dick and use my holes mercilessly. Even so, they bite me hard and slap me on the butt and some very violent slaps on the face. I'm thrilled to have you back! I feel safer with them being able to exercise their sadism on you!

─ I'm going to be massacred! I'm fucked!

─ Surely! Sorry for the question, but why did you come back? Are you crazy?

─ I think I'm crazy; I can't deny it. I have always been gay, submissive, and masochistic. But what happened is that for three years, they made me feel like a shit worm; they tortured me as if I were worthless shit, and they despised and tortured me with such cruelty and violence as if I were worth absolutely nothing. They did this so many times that I agreed that this is who I am, what I am, that this is my place and role in the world. I can no longer present myself to someone as a human being; I no longer feel like a human being; I feel like an impostor, pretending to be something I'm not.

─ Dude, look, I'm the same age as you; at most, I'm as old as you were when you came here three years ago, but today you look much older than me. You look like a monster, with that pig nose and those grotesque, deformed tits and balls. You won't last much longer being tortured like you will be.

─ It's true, Toy; I know that even worse because they won't have to respect any limits this time. I know that it will be my end.

─ Well, anyway, welcome, Pig, I'm glad you're back! We won't be friends, but I'll try to make you last as long as possible! I don't want you to disappear or die. It will be better and safer for me if they have you around to torture.

The gift to the Duchess's Garden.

This post shows the delivery of the boy, who was tied to the totem at the Garden of Delights in the post   https://bdsmmaledrawings.blogspot.com/2023/11/one-day-he-realized-that-in-his-deep.html 

The boy was the youngest and most handsome son of a wealthy merchant family who was sent to court to see if any princesses would be interested in marrying him.

He frequented the Garden and got very horny seeing naked boys being whipped mercilessly. He found that he was jealous of their fate.

He suggested to his father that he give it to the Duchess's Garden. His parents soon realized the advantages of this and requested an audience with the Duchess.

The boy was one of the couple's eight children. He was the most lustful, intemperate, and lazy. He was sexually insatiable, and his reputation was the result of numerous affairs he had with women and men who worked in the family home and shops. Therefore, when he said he would be interested in being given as a gift to the Duchess, his parents were immediately enthusiastic about the idea – as they would eliminate a problem and have social advantages.

In the audience, in front of the Duchess and the others present in the hall, the father undressed his son to show his son's youth, beauty, strength, and dick size. He showed a beautiful and big dick, rigid with the lust to be shown like that to everyone.

The Duchess smiled and said to the merchant: If he is taken to the Garden, he will never return home, don't you?

The father replied respectfully: I know perfectly well, Duchess, that my wife and I are giving you our youngest son as a gift for Your Grace to do with him as you please!

The Duchess smiled and reiterated: this beautiful boy will be a toy for the garden princesses to have fun and study how his body works. His body will be whipped, tortured, and dissected painfully and cruelly. When he dies, pieces of him will be fed to our dogs. You and your lady are aware of this, aren't you?

Without looking away from the noble lady, the father replied: Your Grace, we know perfectly well that this is the fate of the men in your Garden, and we reiterate that we are happy and honored to hand over this son as our gift to Your Grace.

The Duchess handed a collar to the merchant, who solemnly took it and placed it around his son's neck.

She made a sign, and some of her servants approached the boy, took off all his clothes, leaving him completely naked, wearing only his collar, and quickly took him out of the room. He was led away by the servants without his parents or siblings present looking at him or noticing the semen he spilled on the beautiful lobby floor.

That same afternoon, the powerful Duchess received other gifts from other bourgeois families, such as beautiful horses, fruit trees, and exotic tropical birds.

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.

Three years of slavery: the tasks. Part One.

It's been three years since I've been outside the house. Three years ago, I agreed to be my Master's slave.

From the beginning, he made it clear that it would not be an emotional relationship, that he would have neither affection, nor respect, nor even consideration for me, that I would just be his slave.

I agreed and accepted.

He said that I would never wear any clothes again, that from that moment on I would live naked all the time, winter or summer. In the beginning, I still suffered a little, whether due to the shame or the cold. Today, I am used to nudity, feel comfortable, and no longer suffer from the cold.

I only wear the collars and handcuffs he put on me so he could tie me up either at home or put leashes on my collar. I thought it was fair and necessary.

He said that only he should feel orgasms in the house, that I should feel pleasure just serving him. He put a cage on my dick and didn't take it off for months.

I accepted, my dick is his, not mine.

He said I should do all the chores around the house.

I agreed and obeyed.

Today, from when I wake up until he puts me in the cell, I work incessantly washing his clothes, preparing all his meals, tidying the kitchen and the entire house, taking care of the garden, and cleaning his car.

When he gets home, I welcome him on my knees; he arrives tired and usually takes his first piss in my mouth. I manage to swallow everything so competently that not a drop is spilled on the carpet in the house.

Today, I realize that I have never been so full and happy in my life.

As a fagot, masochist, and submissive, this is my role and place.

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 think he was the happiest of all of us. Second part.

My father used to say that when he and his brothers went out with the herds of goats to take them to the pastures to eat, it was enough for them to go far enough away from the house so that the adults wouldn't see them anymore because that queer brother would already take off all his clothes. He put the collar around his neck as if he were one of the goats in the herd.

When he started to do that, the other kids joked around, treating him with mockery and meanness as if he were a goat, and he accepted the jokes without complaining, walking around on all fours and naked the whole time.

But the goats of the herd were also used by the older boys for juvenile sex. The bigger boys fucked the goats and gave them their penises to lick. It was they who discovered the most effective uses for the goat brother. Soon he knew how every boy in the village liked to be blown, and they all knew every crease in his asshole. For years, the village's favorite goat was a secret only for adults, as all the boys and young men knew very well how to use this particular goat.

I let him spend the night there, tied up, sweating the better to absorb all the spices and sauces.

He found me on the internet years ago, asking me to do this to him. 

He said that he was a submissive and masochistic faggot. He dreamed of being roasted like a piglet and served to rich and sadistic men who would enjoy his suffering and submission, eating his flesh with satisfaction and contempt. At first, I thought it would be just another wanker faggot fantasizing to masturbate. Due to his insistence, I realized that this was precisely what he ardently and really wanted.

Since I am a famous and experienced barbecuer and specialist in preparing pigs and large hunted animals on the grill or in the oven, I gave him the conditions and the price I would charge for baking him when he found someone who would make his fantasy come true. He contacted me months ago, delighted to have found a group of wealthy Germans who would rent a farm in the interior of Portugal for a month, and wanted him to be served at the group's last lunch.

When I received my advance payment, I traveled by train to Lisbon and by UBER to the address given to the south of Coimbra.

I stayed ten days at the beautiful and sophisticated farm before we started preparing the tender fag. In those days of vacation and rest, I saw the naked pig restless, working all the time to please all the ten men staying there. I soon understood that four of them were the Germans paying all the expenses, including mine. It was an uneducated, noisy, fat, and drunk group who treated everyone with truculence and did not speak or understand a word of Portuguese. The other men were all relatives of the fagot, two brothers older than him, an uncle, and three cousins who owned the farm.

The cunt slut worked around the clock, always naked and on a leash, to serve and please them all, serving meals and cocktails, tidying up rooms, giving blowjobs, and getting fucked by everyone, especially the Germans. All men treated the slaved fag with brutality and contempt, but the Germans were incredibly violent and cruel, giving brutal slaps, kicks, punches, and beatings with sticks and whips.

Two days before dinner, the fag was handed over to me to start the preparations. I made him vomit many times and did a violent and complete stomach and intestinal lavage, removing everything solid in his digestive system. I began stuffing it through the throat and the anus with spices and cooked vegetables. I kept him in a very hot corner of the kitchen, next to the oven, very hot indeed, almost a sauna, to open up all his pores, and I rubbed peppers, oil, and salt all over his skin.

In this preparation process, his eyes were irritated by the salt, pepper, and oils; his throat burned with the peppers and spices; I had to put the gag sealing the top outlet so he wouldn't vomit. It took nearly ten hours of prep before your belly was stuffed with all the vegetables I shoved up your ass.

The process was cruel; he felt nausea, burning, thirst, hunger and pain from having his anus broken into by more than five kilos of fruits and vegetables. The worst part for him was that after stuffing it, I had to sew his anus so no filling would spill out. The pain of the stitching must have been immense; he was sweating, moaning, and shaking with pain. He could barely breathe and couldn't vomit because he had the gag on.

The Germans and the faggot's relatives accompanied part of the process, laughing and taking photos of his extreme suffering. His relatives, especially his uncle, seemed buoyed by the money earned and relieved to be rid of this family problem.

Still, only I noticed that the faggot had several erections during the painful process, and I saw that he was crying with grief and lust when he came the third time without no one touching his dick.

I let him spend the night there, tied up, sweating the better to absorb all the spices and sauces. I went to the corner of the kitchen a few times to see if something was leaking, and what was dripping the most was the sperm from his dick.

I can only say that everyone praised the meat served at lunch the next day.

My boss knows how to help me to overcome my limits.

The experiment manager realized that the new employee was gay during selection, which was one reason for his selection. In interviews during the selection process, the boss discovered that the young man had a very precarious financial situation and needed the job; he asked about sexual orientation and practices, researched his pages on the Internet, and discovered his most intimate and secret practices.

After weeks of working there, he told his new employee that he and the director used to stay on Thursday nights to talk and smoke Havanas and wanted him to stay next Thursday to join in the conversation. The employee said that he didn't smoke or even like the smell of smoke but was honored by the invitation and accepted it with pleasure.

On Thursday, after all the other employees left, he went to the principal's office with his manager.

The manager sat him in one of the chairs, and while he was talking to the director, he grabbed a handcuff.

"Robert, as told you, this new guy is a fag, submissive, and masochistic; I think he'll enjoy serving us by joining our cigar nights!"

The manager came up behind the chair and handcuffed the guy's wrists behind the back of the seat. The guy was surprised by the situation, but he enjoyed BDSM sessions; he was, in fact, a masochistic and submissive faggot, so he decided to let it roll, accepting, surprised, and excited about what would come.

The manager unbuttoned his shirt, opened his pants, and lowered them, leaving the naked boy on the chair.

Meanwhile, the director opened boxes of Havana cigars and lit them with long puffs. The manager got his already lit cigar, and the two sat down, one on each side of the young man, and started talking about varied subjects, from sports to politics.

As they spoke, they ran their hands over the employee's body, stroking and groping, especially his cock, balls, and nipples. The boy sat there, silent and motionless, enjoying being handled, getting excited, with his cock hard and throbbing with lust. 

Then, the manager took a long drag and brought the cigar to the boy's nipple. The employee soon realized the intention, closed his eyes, bit his lips, and puffed out his chest, offering his nipple to his boss's Havana.

When the ember of the lit Havana touched his nipple, the pain was unbearable, he shuddered and tried to retreat, but the director held him saying calmly.

"My boy, hang in there; I know it hurts, but you'll learn to bear it, won't you?"

Tears streamed from his eyes, and a groan of pain escaped his lips, but he managed to maintain his position.

As the director said, he learned to endure such pain.

The two men talked animatedly while smoking and burning their employee's body all night. They used the boy's mouth as an ashtray, slamming all the ash down his throat. At the night's end, the men lifted the employee, still handcuffed and with his pants down around his ankles, and placed him prone on the director's desk. The two men raped him violently.

The week passed quickly, and what happened that night was not discussed with anyone else; it was only in the boy's memory and the wounds and burns on his body.

The following Thursday, the employee went alone to the director's office, which was still empty, unbuttoned his shirt, pulled down his pants, and sat in the chair, putting his arms behind him. When the men entered, they laughed at the employee's attitude and handcuffed his wrists.

Each week the burns became more serious; the director liked to firmly hold the employee's balls and burn the balls and penis with his Havanas. The boy had a big dick and a nice scrotum with big balls. When the manager or director put the cigars on the dick's head, the boy would cry with pain and lust. Sometimes, during the torture sessions, his hard cock ejaculated precum with so much lust, but his bosses didn't let him come sadistically edging the hard cock and exploring its limits.

As the weeks passed, after the torture with the cigars, he began to suck his superiors' cocks, on his knees, with his wrists handcuffed before being fucked.

After a year, the personnel department interviewed the employee and asked if he was happy with his job or would like to be transferred to another department.

"I am delighted with my work, salary, and tasks. My manager knows how to identify my talents and vocations, showing that we are capable and helping us to overcome our limits."

I knew, he got where he wanted to be.

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The stupid beasts became commonplace in the good houses.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A typical debt prison scene, in this case, father and son.

The new judicial system of summary debt execution allows that once the conditions for renegotiation and refinancing of personal debts have been exhausted, they can instantly be reduced to slaves in payment, at least partially, of the accumulated debts.

This is the scene pictured above.

The man became a micro-enterprise, started to provide services to his former employer, and ceased to be an employee to become a legal entity. He believed that he would gain freedom of schedule and choice, serving several companies simultaneously. He made his son a partner and invested in buying his car, in computers.

However, in a short time, his project foundered due to the loss of customers, unforeseen costs, and the interest on debts incurred. He tried to find alternatives, sold what he could, and tried to find employment for himself and his son in a sales company where their earnings were insufficient to pay off their debts.

On Tuesday morning, he was walking down the street with his son to work when five policemen stopped them in the middle of the street. The officer in charge of the execution, with the device in hand, quickly verified the identities of the two men and their debts with the banks and gave the arrest order to the team.

Standard procedure is quick and efficient; father and son had their wrists handcuffed behind their backs, and the police put the first collars on them to put the hoods on their heads.

Their shirts were quickly ripped off, and their pants pulled down so they couldn't try to run or escape. The public nudity and the police officers grabbing their bodies with force and brutality caused the father to have a massive erection, which attracted everyone's attention.

The excited and distressed father tried to see his son and apologize, as the son was crying and trembling in fear. Both knew they would never meet again because after being hooded, their identities would be erased, they would cease to exist as people, and they would only be numbered beasts.

A few people passing by on the busy shopping street stopped to watch the scene. The general feeling was not astonishment or embarrassment; everyone agreed that this policy had drastically reduced the number of vagrants, drug addicts, and crime in the cities. In all cities, it was common for naked slaves to do heavy and risky work daily without shame or embarrassment.

For those who watched the scene, it was clear that these two prisoners were guilty of their misfortune, that the police acted most correctly and reasonably, and that, judging by the older man's hard cock, he was pleased with what was happening.

When the police officers took the two slaves down the street, they could hear one screaming in despair and fear and the other begging for forgiveness in desperate screams. They stumbled by limping, stunned, barefoot, blindfolded, and with chains around their ankles.

One of the police officers had fun sticking the end of his truncheon into the older man's ass to make him walk faster. The police officers walked calmly and smiling because they knew that as soon as they arrived at the police station, they could rape the new slaves, and they realized that their anuses were very tight and virgin. The oldest's beautiful hard cock showed that someone was excited about that humiliating and violent situation.

The procedure for trial and summary arrest of debtors.

Now that neoliberalism has reached its most extraordinary development and society is increasingly efficient and intelligent, public institutions and services have all been privatized, gaining efficiency and profitability.  

Now the police can stop any walker, and through the chips installed in their bodies, their historical data can be accessed instantly; if they have infractions or unpaid debts, they can be judged now by an IA apps system on the police tablet, and if they are convicted and lose his citizenship and credit. The procedure is quick and efficient if the sentence is the definitive and permanent loss of citizenship and credit.As the officer watches the convict, another officer cuffs his wrists.

Then he will place the first steel collar around the condemned man's neck. Then he will place the bag that covers the head and the second steel collar over the bag and the first collar. In this way, the prisoner cannot react and becomes helpless and subjugated.No matter where the arrest is made, the procedure provides for removing the shirt, which will have to be cut off because of the handcuffs. Then the prisoner's pants are lowered to the floor, allowing the ankle chains to be placed. After chaining the ankles, the pants and shoes must be removed, leaving the prisoner wholly naked and helpless.

A heavy, rigid bar is passed between the wrists and the back, the hook fixed to the neck collar.

In this way, the police can easily lead the prisoner to the police vehicle that will take him to the center to select and sell convicts.

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.

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.

Those afternoons in the park were delicious!

I could treat my younger brother as he liked in the nearby park. He had already left the house like a little whore wearing only tight little shorts, barefoot and shirtless. In the middle of the park, a vast lawn surrounded by woods was used by many who played sports or for training large dogs.

I had the leash and the dog collar in my pocket, so when we walked through the woods, I put the leash on the bitch and his shorts in my bag. He was already walking on all fours and naked, like a bitch, pulled by my leash.

Nobody there seemed to be bothered or surprised by my fag pet. On the contrary, some came to ask to walk with him through the woods; they knew he gave the best blowjob in the neighborhood. Others, who knew us better, gave kicks, violent and cruel, to my animal's thighs and ribs.

Many days, when I got home from college early, he asked me to take him for a walk if we still had a few hours of sun; he practically begged. My brother loved spending hours in the park being humiliated and mistreated. His cock was hard, dripping cum without him touching it every time he was spanked or kicked by me or any other man.

The gang that went there to smoke pot used their cigarettes to burn the faggot's nipples and tongue, and he ejaculated with lust when they did that. Beer drinkers liked to piss in his mouth; he managed to drink all the piss without spilling anything! Sometimes I believe he let some of the piss spill over, only to be punished and beaten by the drunks.

Those afternoons in the park were delicious! I was assuring him that no one would do anything to hurt him too much, nothing to break a bone or cut his hide.

I knew what he needed, what he sought and wanted. We were very close at that time.

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!