The builder's bitch. Part two of four.

The man worked hard in the hot sun, wearing only his baggy, dirty shorts. The workers gave him the heaviest, most tiring, and most uncomfortable tasks, and he carried out orders without complaint and with commitment.

I loved seeing his muscular, furry body making repeated efforts, letting me see his ass and private parts without embarrassment.

Even though he worked hard, the manager would sometimes punish him with violence and cruelty at the end of the day.

While we workers were showering, the animal surrendered its wrists to be obediently tied up. The poclain was used to raise his arms in the air until his feet barely touched the ground!

Then, before the beating began, one of the workers would lower his shorts, showing his naked body to the entire audience.

He suffered in silence and didn't groan or try to run away. he accepted every lash as he took orders and tasks throughout the day.

The number of lashes that were given to his body was impressive, already marked by countless previous beatings. But what impressed me the most was that his dick got hard during the loss.

The spanking didn't stop until he came when he ejaculated in front of everyone.

The builder's bitch. Part one of four.

I had just come of age, left home, and finally got a job as a laborer in a good, big construction company. It's what I've always wanted, to be surrounded by strong young people. The team was very well structured and the work well organized. All workers wore uniforms and safety equipment. However, only one was treated differently. He worked almost naked, barefoot, wearing only baggy, dirty shorts. The strangest thing is that he wore a collar with a chain, as if he were an animal. Soon we exchanged curious and intimate looks.

I'm thrilled about being what they made me be.

 

My memory and my reasoning are getting more and more confused. The daily hormones and drugs they inject into me slowly burn out my neurons. I realize with joy that every day I am getting duller and stupider.

I still remember that a few years ago, I still found it strange to be naked all the time. At first, I felt ashamed and embarrassed when the house guests looked at me in amazement. On cold nights, I suffered from staying and sleeping naked.

However, today all difficulties have been overcome. Currently, I can't even imagine myself wearing any kind or piece of clothing. I can't even imagine walking on my hind legs; I've gotten used to living naked on all fours.

Keeping silent was more challenging, and my Owner had to ask the vet to cut my vocal cords. Today, I see that it was the right decision; I can't make any noise; when I'm being beaten the most, I can only cry, grunt and moan.

Since childhood, I have wanted to be transformed into an slut faggot; I always knew I was not born to be a man.

I'm beaten, humiliated, and fucked as a bitch should be. I suck cocks, swallowing all the cum and urine they release in my mouth. Just eat leftover food and dog feed.

I am thrilled to be what I am.

The Master knew exceptionally well the mind, the body, and all the perversions, limits, and kinky of his slave.

The Noble Lords of the lands freely disposed of all the animals and the servants of their properties. Their decisions needed no justification and were not questionable.

This servant was the same age as his Lord's son; from childhood, they had played together as close friends in the halls of the big house and the woods around it. They seemed like brothers, with great affinity, collaboration, and intimacy to all of them. However, apparently, they fell out at some point in their youth, and the young Owner began to exercise countless cruelties by personally punishing or ordering his closest friend to be whipped. The beatings and humiliations became part of their daily lives; the young nobleman seemed to enjoy keeping his servant naked and on a leash, as his pet, even in front of his family members and guests.

The nobleman's parents approved and encouraged their son's sadism, laughing and praising his cruelty and authoritarianism.

After the death of his Noble Father the young heir took over the administration of the property and started to show all his sadism freely.

Since then, his closest toy has been kept naked and chained at all times. His entire body bears the marks of years of beatings and countless tortures and whippings.

This servant receives the most brutal and heavy tasks and works all the time, without rest under surveillance and constant whippings from foremen specially assigned to him. The Owner personally trained these foremen to whip his favorite toy without seriously injuring it.

In addition to the beatings, his Master condemns it to more humiliating and perverse punishments. He ordered all other male servants and clerks to fuck him at least once weekly. He watched the slave suck the cocks of every man on the estate in a single day. The Owner made a point of personally monitoring each of the punishments.

The Master knew exceptionally well the mind, the body, and all the perversions, limits, and kinky of his closest bitch.

This scene shows the Lord calmly smoking his pipe on the main house's porch on a summer afternoon. The Owner pinches his servant's nipples with pleasure while describing in detail the punishments the servant will suffer next. The Noble feels the giant cock throbbing against his leg; when he feels the hot sperm spill, he orders the foreman to take the servant to the pillory to be whipped again.

Everyone was sure that they deeply loved each other.

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

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The boys got used to having me as a maid and sex slave in their house every weekend. Part three of four.

The boys got used to having me as a servant and a sex slave in their house. Every weekend I went back to the house on Friday afternoon and only went out on Monday morning.

I loved being naked all the time, with a collar and chains, abused, fucked, and humiliated by all of them.

When they opened the house door, I entered naked and with my hard cock, excited with the expectation of the first slaps and spats in my face.

I was forbidden to come; they kept me on edge, aroused, dripping precum, but not ejaculating once.

I was as aroused by the pain as by the humiliations. They were young, lively, and fun; they had a lot of friends and girlfriends in the house. They were all used to seeing me naked as part of their routine and household chores.

I used to suck dicks and get fucked in front of everyone without any awkwardness or amazement. I used to serve drinks and beers, collected clothes, and tidied and cleaned the house.

All of them smoked a lot, all the time, cigarettes, cigars, or marijuana; they liked to put out the cigarettes on my body, especially on my nipples and my cock, then they stuck the butts in my mouth and turned into a collective ashtray.

Soon I had to learn to endure the burns without complaining or groaning, and before long, this unfortunate habit started to turn me on, too. At parties, when the house was full of young people, I was the one who collected the beer bottles and cans, getting burned by all the cigarettes with contempt and naturalness.

I loved it all.

On those weekends as a slut bitch, I was forbidden to come, but.... Part two of four.

 

During those weekends, the boys played with my body with sadism and cruelty. I was naked and on a collar the whole time without eating anything. They used my mouth and anus for whatever they wanted; all I drank were liters of piss and cum, without choking.

I obeyed all commands and orders without hesitation, submissively and obediently. They beat me with leather belts and punched and slapped me violently.

I loved everything they did with me. Several times my cock was hard and pulsing, denouncing my excitement and horny.

They warned me: Faggot, don't come! Fag, if you come, you will be punished!

The worst thing is that the threats of punishment turned me on even more.

I liked it best when they held me and pinched my nipples and cock with their hands and pliers. The pains were terrible, but the pleasure and excitement were immense.

At one point, they grabbed my hard cock with the pliers and started twisting and pulling it, yelling: We don't allow you to come bitch!

Then, cause of the pain and humiliation, I had a violent orgasm and spat out lots of cum!

Happy to imagine what the punishment would be!