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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

My little brother, my pet! Eighth and final part.

When we got married, I practically handed my pet over to Daisy; after all, it took over all the tasks in the house, and she was the one who commanded and supervised it.

In the first month, she put heavy iron rings on all his extremities, on the ears, nipples, and on the head of the cock. She drilled the holes and welded the irons without anesthetizing; she showed how to deal with the animal without pity or mercy. It was also a way to facilitate the control of the dog. She pulled it by the rings, hooked one call to another to immobilize it, or padlocked the rings to leave it trapped in some place or railing.

She didn't mind that I fucked him occasionally or that my fag gave me blowjobs before bed.

After Luis, our first child, was born, she was irritable, and one day she decided to cut a finger off his hand to punish him for burning our dinner. He cried a lot and seemed very sad, looking in dismay at where his finger had been torn off. The following year, Thelma, our second daughter, was born.

During those years, Daisy and I worked so much at the veterinary clinic that Charlie practically raised my children; fed them, bathed them, gave them their medicine, and put them to sleep. Daisy was the one who set the tasks; she was the one who punished him for every failure. Before Luis was five years old, my little brother only had his thumbs whole; the other fingers had already been cut off in full or in part. I was happy and excited to see how she punished him and her sadism and pleasure. She was a skilled and experienced veterinary surgeon; she would call Charlie to the table, and he would obey, crying and trembling with fear; she would take the enslaved faggot's hand and cut off a phalanx of the finger using chicken boning shears, then deftly and quickly sew up the end and seared with a hot knife. Then, to humiliate it, she would feed the cut part to Buddy, our dog.

On a typical day, with the children at school, while we had lunch, she said:

- My beloved, I decided to cut off the dog's dick; I don't like to see it hard and ejaculating with the kids at home.

I nodded in agreement with my wife and continued eating.

Charlie stopped serving us our meal and knelt at my feet, crying with his hands protecting his dick. I held him by the collar ring and spoke calmly.

- You shit fagot, stop making a scene, get the scissors, and I'll cut your dick off right now.

He dropped to the floor at my feet, shaking and crying in the fetal position. He hadn't said anything in years; I didn't even remember it could speak or its voice.

- For God's sake, my brother doesn't cut my dick off. I beg you!

Daisy and I were so irritated by that reaction that we ditched our lunch, carried the fagot to the car, put it in the trunk, and drove to our clinic. There, we anesthetized and tied the fagot to the surgical table and performed two more complex surgeries, the penectomy and the extraction of the vocal cords. After two days, when he was finally fully awake, we fed the severed penis to Buddy in front of him.

Weeks later, I called him to be punished, and while I was cruelly crushing its nipples with pliers, I saw the sperm flow from the hole where there used to be a dick. I whispered in its ear:

- Bitch, the pain was never a punishment for shit like you, and the only punishment is to cut your pieces and feed them to Buddy. I still haven't cut your balls off just to show your cum and pleasure in being treated like a pervert shitty bitch.

Over the years, as the children grew up, Daisy cut off the faggot's last fingers and thumbs, putting him back as a backyard animal. Without his thumbs, he could no longer hold even a broom.

Finally, one day while watching a football game with my old college friends at home, we cut his balls off just for fun.

In the photo above, you can see our family together, Thelma, twenty; Luis, twenty-one; Daisy, myself; Terry, my great-nephew, Jack's grandson, my older brother. Buddy had died a few years earlier.

As you can see, the shitty fagot was in deplorable condition. It had his ass so raped and enlarged that I couldn't hold the shit any longer. His ears were hideous, plucked off years ago, his nipples were misshapen, and the heavy hoops dangled like ridiculous earrings. There were few teeth left in his mouth, and it drooled all the time because blowjobs and harnesses had displaced his jaw; it couldn't chew his food without making a mess.

Beating and whipping were entertainment that occupied all members of the family. I remember when Luís, when he was five, asked for a cattle prod to torture our creepy pet. When Terry came to visit, it was he who spent whole afternoons perfecting his mastery of the long and short whips on the slut faggot tied to the backyard tree.

Terry enjoyed whipping and was a master of long and heavy bullwhips. Two weeks after this photo, he invited some friends from high school to have fun with him and show off his skills. The kids were so excited that when they left, they forgot the shit beast on the tree unconscious, not realizing it was bleeding from all his wounds.

When we got home at night, seeing the animal's state, Daisy and I thought it best to shoot down and bury it in the backyard next to Buddy. I can say that the family knew how to respect nature and the wishes of this fagot; he had a happy life, and he lived the way he wanted to live his whole life!

They made him the happiest fagot in town.

These five guys had been neighbors since childhood; they grew up together in a country town in the interior of São Paulo surrounded by cane fields. Their families knew each other, went to the same school, the same church, and were the same age. Ever since their sexuality emerged during adolescence, they bullied the biggest, realizing he was submissive and faggot. Friends noticed before him his gay nature. His family was the poorest; he was bigger, stronger, and hairier, and he had a vast and beautiful dick, but he soon found out he was gay.

Instead of bothering or moving away from them, he did the opposite; he encouraged the humiliation and violence of his friends. They treated him like a bitch, took him to the cane fields and fucked him, made him suck their dicks, and spanked him. He was the first fuck for each of them, the first blowjob, and the one who knew how to jerk them off better than themselves. He obeyed, sucked, and endured everything willingly and with his hard cock, happy and horny.

They soon became his only friends as his family threw him out of his home; he had to drop out of school, work as a gas station attendant and live at the back of a gas station.

His four friends grew up, attended college and prospered, dated and married, had families, and started businesses.

The poor and queer friend could not go to his friends' houses nor be seen with them. They kept their friendship with him a secret from the group, and he willingly became the secret whore of the group of "straight" friends.

He did everything they ordered or asked, always available and willing. Almost every weekend, the four friends would pick him up at the gas and take him to the cane field to fuck, humiliate and beat him. 

They left town in one of their trucks when they stopped at bars and made him get off with a leash, barefoot, and pay for everyone's drink. They took from him all the money he earned; they always kept him without any savings.

"You don't need any money, right bitch? The only thing you need to be happy about is to keep your ass full of our cum! That's not it, you piece of shit!"

He agreed and handed over to his friends whatever little he earned weekly without complaint. He only had the money to pay for what he ate and old uniforms, and it was a miserable and empty life.

He would let his friends tie him to the same electricity poles to whip him violently for hours until he almost passed out.

Still tied to the posts, he resignedly accepted; when they squeezed and twisted his nipples and hard dick with pliers. He came during even the most violent tortures, even when he moaned in pain and lust. His cum jet confirmed his bitchy nature and submission to his friends.

At the end of the afternoon, they left him naked and covered in piss, spit, and semen in the cane field so that he could return alone and walk naked to the gas station.

He loved his friends profoundly and was grateful for everything they did for him. He would do anything for their happiness and dream of being theirs forever. They made him the happiest fagot in town.