Mr. Kristofer fulfilled his oldest dream.

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The day of the auction.

The masochistic and submissive fagot HB wants, with all his strength, to be destroyed by a genuinely sadistic Owner. For years, he has been looking for someone to accept a pervert fag like him. He knows he's not worth much; his flabby body won't arouse desire or affection from normal gay dominators; he knows he's not worth anything anyway.

That's why he was looking online for people who traded slut slaves like him, for sadists who would pay for it. A group of young dominators in the Czech Republic, viral and well-known among BDSM gays, said they could sell him, as long as he was displayed in an online auction they run, for their followers and regular customers.

They would keep the sale price and hand it to the best bidder. They announced on Twitter that they would sell an old fag into actual slavery, with no return, and could be tortured without limits or slaughtered by the buyer.

HB arrived in Prague two days before the sale, and for two days, he was used by the boys who whipped, tortured, and fucked him to "learn about the qualities" of the animal they had sold; it was what they called a fag test drive.

The boys used their cell phones for the auction, and at the agreed time, they had more than 500 online followers watching the bid live. Before the auction started, they made the pervert swallow several pills and injected something into his ass.

H was initially presented dressed in a shirt and slacks and undressed on camera to show that he was a real guy who was willingly selling himself. They showed the buyer his documents and gave all his details online.

They put HB on his knees and started the auction by making him suck one of the guys who covered his face in cum. To show that the old man was an experienced and competent cocksucker.

Then, they stuck an iron in his dick to show the size of his dick erect. While one of the boys tightened a collar around his neck, the other began to crush and twist one of the fag's nipples with force and sadism. The pain was immense; the boy was powerful and squeezed the pliers mercilessly. HB felt his body tremble and his dick pulse excitedly; suddenly, a squirt of cum came out with great force, escaping between the iron and his rock-hard penis! The camera filmed the ejaculation, and followers enjoyed seeing the pain exciting the perverted slave.

Afterward, for hours, his nipples were cruelly injured. At the same time, HB repeated to the audience on the boys' cell phone everything they had announced, all the forms of torture and mutilation he accepted to suffer.

He accepted that all his bones would be broken, that his teeth, his nipples, his lips, his nose, his fingers, his tongue, and his eyes could be brutally ripped out.

That his hands and feet could be cut off, he accepted red-hot tongs and rods, acid, and skinning. 

He continued speaking his text while signing the documents with authorizations for each form of destruction. He only saw the light on his face and felt short of breath as the collar was getting tighter and tighter, suffocating him. At the same time, the big boy with the pliers continued pinching, crushing, and twisting several pieces of his chest with great force, cruelty, and violence.

Sometimes, HB stopped reading the text, as he almost passed out from pain and shortness of breath. Then, in the middle of the auction, he just passed out.

He woke up feeling a lot of pain from the wounds on his chest. He lost track of time, he didn't know how long he had been unconscious, and when he understood where and how he was, he realized that he was face down on the floor with his wrists tied behind his back and being fucked hard by the big boy.

HB asked the boys, with his face and injured chest rubbing the floor:

-Did you manage to sell me?

The boy who was fucking him, holding him by the hair, replied:

- Yes, we did it, you piece of shit, the cost wasn't much, but in three weeks, we'll send you to Australia. The owner of a workshop in Brisbane bought you and said he would have a barbecue with your old carcass!

- Besides your money and the money the guy will pay, we agreed that we would stay with you for this time here just to have fun torturing and fucking you. Besides, some of our clients here in the city paid to use and torture you during these days.

HB breathed a sigh of relief and happiness, simply closed his eyes, and felt his body receiving the thrusts of the boy who was fucking him; he came happily, imagining everything that would happen to him, his dream finally coming true.

The second part of this post is at this link below:

https://bdsmmaledrawings.blogspot.com/2023/10/a-drawing-for-perverted-and-masochistic.html

In this drawing, my sister and I are riding beasts through the fields of one of our farms.

 With the improvement of neoliberal capitalism and the elimination of all institutional and legal barriers to the free market, the world found a long phase of development and wealth like never before. 

Slavery was legalized in all countries; people could now be officially registered as human beasts. The laws were clear: "HU" beasts could not be humanized again, and the reduction was irreversible and definitive.

HU beasts are not protected by any law or right; not even laws that protect animals apply to these brute and despicable beings; they are just things to be used and discarded without limits.

This new law solved many illegal migrants, homeless, and needy people who disturbed order and generated police and environmental problems. Finally, they were incorporated into production chains to generate wealth as enslaved workers, herds for producing blood and organs for transplants, or even livestock for slaughter and production of milk and meat. 

Farms for breeding HU beasts have prospered in all nations. Advanced veterinary care for these beasts allowed the development of breeds more adapted to heavy work, more muscular, larger, and more docile. Other smaller breeds were developed for work in tunnels, underground pipes, wells, and maintenance of large machines. More lustful and permanently horny breeds were created for all types of prostitution and sexual diversions.

Any human can be enslaved either for having committed crimes or for debts, so there are no more problems of crime or poverty in our cities! Families could sell children to generate income or because they are unwanted. With the legalization of all forms of slavery, the number of voluntary slaves was also surprising; most were perverted fagots who volunteered for slavery out of simple sexual perversion or to pay off their families' debts.

My family gets rich by raising and selling different types of HU beasts for different types of work. I grew up having several of these animals in our home. In this drawing, my sister and I are riding beasts through the fields of one of our farms. 

I, like some of my uncles and cousins, prefer to ride beasts that were once people born human, especially those reduced by poverty or debt as adults.

This type of beast, as soon as it is enslaved, usually has its vocal cords cut, and even if they receive high doses of hormones and steroids, they do not lose that sad, melancholy, and resigned look to slavery. They maintain a particular shame throughout their lives due to nudity and humiliation, which I find charming and makes me horny. 

These two riding beasts still moan and cry when whipped and fucked.

I love seeing them crying sad!

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.

It wasn't a moan of despair or pain; it seemed to be a moan of ecstasy and pleasure.

This post continues the previous one.

https://bdsmmaledrawings.blogspot.com/2023/08/i-let-him-spend-night-there-tied-up.html

This image shows minutes before the fagot boy passed out and before he blacked out for good. When I, his father, and his brothers and cousins took him to the barbecue, we ensured he was awake and conscious to watch the scene. 

The Germans who hired the boy to be turned into a long pig wanted him to be roasted alive and conscious for as long as possible in front of them.

I believe that all of us, even the boy, wanted it to be like this. We were all aware that this was the cathartic, ecstatic moment, seeing it on the grill over a lit fire, roasting it as slowly as possible.

One of his brothers stood next to him, taking care of his head, pouring glasses of water over his head so that he would remain conscious for as long as possible. The brother stroked his head affectionately as if he wanted to calm down and comfort the pig while roasting. A cousin used two thick and long steel skewers to play with the faggot's dick. Before placing the slut on the grill, we tied the base of his dick so that it would be hard. I believed that roasted this way, though, would look better on the decorated platter. When his cousin rubbed the steel skewers against its dick, the perv seemed to ejaculate and cum one last time.

So that the pig wouldn't vomit the fillings I stuffed into him the day before, we kept the gag closing his mouth. He couldn't say anything, but over the fire, he moaned loudly. It wasn't a moan of despair or pain, but strangely, it seemed to be a moan of ecstasy and pleasure. The creepy moved sensually as if rubbing himself against the grill and iron skewers, trying to stimulate himself sexually.

While he was dying, the Germans masturbated and watched; they came many times. I can say that I and his relatives felt enormous pleasure in making that bitch dance lascivious on the fire.

The pig sweat, tears and sperm mixed with the spices, butter, and sauces I poured over him would soon be bursting into golden bubbles, transforming his leather into tasty and aromatic crunchy cracklings.

He died on the grill in less than fifteen minutes, but the scene was fantastically sexy and exciting for everyone.

I am convinced that not only our German customers but his entire family were very satisfied with the tenderness and flavor of the meat served.

I was paid well, but I felt so much pleasure and satisfaction that I could have baked it for free.

Our shared sex toy.

We met years ago through gay BDSM apps. He sought some sadistic dominator and dreamed of being kept in permanent and irreversible captivity. A friend of mine, a sadist, is a partner in a transport company with garages and warehouses in various parts of the city's outskirts. He said he had a small, unused mechanic shop that no one had been to for many years.

I organized with this friend and three other sadistic colleagues to keep the shit fagot chained in this place for shared use. We have the keys to the site; we can go there and do whatever we want with the opportunities we get. We are all married, heterosexual men with families, good incomes, and friends. The fag appears to be a guy of Arab origin with a big nose, very hairy and ugly. He must be around 30 years old, not tall, fat, and bald, with a beautiful, thick, and big dick and beautiful, soft balls hanging from a big scrotum.

This arrangement has been working very well for over seven years!

I picked him up when he arrived at the bus station in our city; I took him straight to the garage. I undressed him, chained him, and burned his clothes and documents. I didn't want to know his name, story, or voice. We agree that he must always remain silent and learn not to say anything anymore. His mouth is just for sucking our dicks and swallowing whatever we tell him to swallow, be it dog food, piss, or shit. He sucks very well; with affection, passion, and competence, he swallows all the cum without spilling a single drop. Our cum seems to be his favorite food.

I learned that he can bare different types of torture very well; he moans, cries, sweats and writhes, and even faints, but he has horny, has many erections, and cums while I crush his nipples or balls. He has excellent healing; the wounds we open on his back with the whips bleed extensively but heal quickly.

The slut is our perfect sex toy; he obeys meekly and accepts everything to please us. My toy partners and I have taken many other colleagues, friends, and curious people to abuse and play with it. For me, it's easier to use it in the middle of the afternoon on workdays; I can stay there for two or three hours fucking, being sucked, and crushing its nipples in between visiting a client or supplier. One of my partners gets his friends together to "play cards," they all tell their wives that they are at the other's house and spend the night testing whips and practicing whipping the fagot until the walls of the workshop are covered in stains from the blood that splashes.

A friend of mine went with me on a "visit" while I cruelly crushed the pervert's nipples; my friend had fun burning the faggot's penis with cigarettes and cigars. Some of the burns were so severe that they left a permanent mark, but while he held his penis to burn it, the fagot came and ejaculated a lot! I don't know if he was moaning with desperation or with lust.

One day, this friend, who enjoys CBT, found a big industrial battery in the corner of the garage that automotive workshops have for charging truck or bus batteries. And it still worked! We spent hours attaching the electrical clips to the faggot's tits, dick, balls, and tongue, testing different voltages and ways of making him suffer. He had convulsions, shook a lot, and then stiffened, becoming stiff and tense with his eyes wide open. The bitch pissed and shit without control; we had a lot of fun with the new torture instrument.

Sometimes, a perv toy goes days or weeks without any visit or use. That's why we leave pots of food and water within his reach. We agreed that when we left the warehouse, we would always leave it chained with its hands behind him so he couldn't touch himself. He is chained so that he can only crawl; he has learned to eat like a pig without using his hands.

His ass was still narrow when we started using it. One of the partners began to insert increasingly wider dildos, stretching his anus. The garage owner pays one of his employees to clean the place, wash his clothes, and shave his hair once a month. It seems that the guy who does the service also uses our toy, but okay, we don't see a problem with that.

I don't know how this situation will end. I know it will end one day, but I will miss having a toy to use freely, without worries or fears. Even though I can only use it once or twice a week, even when I'm at home on the couch with the family watching TV at night, I get a hard-on remembering that that piece of shit is there, naked and chained to the dirty, hard, cold, dirty garage floor waiting for me.

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.