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.

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.