When my older brother gathered his friends for camping trips, he always took me with him.

My older brother quickly realized who I was, the masochistic slut I was born to be, and he knew how to use and treat me the way I wanted to be treated. He made me his little slave, humiliated and beat me at school, and taught me to suck his dick and swallow his piss and cum while we were still teenagers.

At school camps, he would take me to the woods to fuck me and offer my services and holes to all his classmates. I tried hard to please him, to do everything he wanted, and I loved being used and pimped like a bitch by him.

My lust, my obedience, and above all, my hard cock showed him and everyone else that I was horny and happy being abused by them.

He went to college, graduated, got married, and has a structured life and family, with children and a successful career.

I distanced myself from my family, I have no contact with my parents or relatives, I don't have many friends, and, like a stupid, gay bum, I isolated myself, having few friends.

I'm a shitty gas station attendant, single, who hooks up using apps and is looking, without much success, for richer, dominant men to support me.

Every year, he gathers his friends for a "wife-free" camp, and he takes me along to be their whore. For three or four days, I do all the manual labor. I set up the tents, prepared the meals, washed all the dishes, and cleaned up the mess, working like a slave to the group, naked the whole time. During those days, I couldn't open my mouth, say anything; I just listened, obeyed, and accepted all the cruelty and nasty jokes. I get slapped, punched, spat on, and kicked. I'm treated like the piece of shit I am, which I like.

Sometimes they tie me to an iron bar and have fun whipping me for long hours, laughing and drinking excitedly. They love telling old stories and the same jokes every year while they beat me, cruelly tearing and hurting my ass and back.

They really despise me; to them, I'm just a fucking faggot, dirty piece of meat. I can moan, cry, beg, and they simply don't care about my pleas or suffering. I love being there so much, in that role and place, that I even come a few times, and they don't even notice that.

When the beatings are over, many of them fuck me and fill my throat and my ass with their dirty penises. They cruelly bite my nipples, put out their cigarettes on my breasts and my dick.

At night, I end up in their tents, covered in sperm, piss, blood, and spit, sleeping embraced by one of them. Happy as can be, doing my best to make sure they put me in the same situation the following year. And grateful to have the best brother in the world!!

No one imagined how perverted he was.

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My Uncle's Bitch, Part 2.

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The evolution of slave laborers over just a few generations was extraordinary.

When all labor rights were eliminated and slavery restored, delivery companies saw that human beasts were much cheaper than robots or drones. With the environmental crisis, pandemics, and climate change, deliveries made by slaves became commonplace in all cities. Initially, they were made by indebted people, prisoners, illegal immigrants, and all sorts of imbeciles bought as slaves. They were sick, dirty, disobedient, and inefficient beings. Beatings and chains could not improve their efficiency or performance.

Over time, companies developed and began to breed slaves in breeding farms, genetically and chemically altering the animals. Their muscles grew, their brains shrank, and with hormones and vitamins, they became much stronger, docile, and efficient slaves. They were born slaves; they don't question anything, they don't complain, they accept and obey. The most modern slaves are capable of carrying backpacks weighing over 50 kilos all day long, without rest and without beatings. They are microchipped, geo-referenced, and receive electric shocks when they stroll or stray from the established paths.

 

For ten years now, we've both had the sex life we've always wanted.

I'm still testing how far I could go with this stupid, perverted piece of shit. When I found him online, I told him I couldn't take him home. I'm married, have a family, and seek nothing more than to satisfy my sexual needs, fantasies, and sadistic kinks.

I proposed that he work at my company, to be my "employee", but also my sex slave, and he accepted.

He's been here with me for almost ten years! He doesn't leave the company. I set up a small room in the back for him to sleep in, and I lock him there on weekends. During the week, he works like any other company secretary; customers and suppliers have no idea what a bitch this bastard is, only my employees know.

They respect my agreement with the idiot; they know it's consensual and between adults. Their lives have improved since he arrived, and they also take advantage of the situation and respect my family's secrets.

I always treat him the way he and I like: brutally and humiliatingly. I usually slap him in the face, humiliatingly scold him, and shout short orders. He obeys and endures everything silently and submissively. 

Sometimes, even during work hours, I order him to suck me off, fuck him on the desk, or piss in his mouth. He always accepts and obeys my orders readily. Sometimes he does this in front of my employees, and no one else finds it strange or bothers them.

But every day, at the end of the workday, he comes to my office to be spanked. Sometimes I invite other employees of mine to join us for fun. Some of them really enjoy brutally beating the piece of shit; they bring heavy whips and whip him until his arms are exhausted.

Some of them like to fuck, others to get blowjobs, and the piece of shit does everything I tell him to do, always obeying and enduring everything without complaint, barely moaning under the most violent lashes.

After the beatings, we all leave. The faggot tidies up the office, cleaning up all the blood and cum splattered on the walls and carpet. Then he has dinner, showers, and goes to sleep in the company's little room.

He's never asked for any payment; his thrill is being my slave. He's afraid that one day I'll get tired of him and send him away. He does everything he can to please me and show me how happy he is with the life he has.

I confess that I'm also happy to have him. I'm calmer, happier, and more satisfied. My family and friends say I've improved a lot over the years. I have the sex life I always wanted.

I've always done everything to get here; I want to be here, in this place, in this role.

Now I'm feeling butterflies in my stomach and another one running up my spine; my whole body is shaking a lot! At the same time, my cock is hard as a rock and throbs, dripping precum.

I've always done everything to get here; I want to be here, in this place, in this role.

Everything we agreed on was just between us; none of my friends know where I am now. If I never leave this warehouse, no one but them will know where I am. I wanted it this way; this possibility turns me on even more. I'm not here for the money, I'm not getting anything; what brought me to this place was my darkest sexual desires! I couldn't say no to their proposal.

The middle-class suburban house is full of sadistic old gays like these two; I don't even know how many there are. They were very clear with me: they're a group of sadistic old gays who wanted a young masochist to use as a sex toy for an entire weekend. They explained to me that they're sadists, they get off on humiliating me, hurting me, and seeing me suffer.

I arrived at this house last night; they stripped me naked right at the entrance. Since I entered the house, I was treated like an inferior piece of shit, with slaps, insults, and spitting in my face. I've sucked their cocks, been fucked several times, and they've masturbated me dozens of times, each time I've gotten a hard-on.

They are super excited, eager, and happy to have me here to be used and abused without limits. Now we're in the warehouse where they'll finally tie me securely to the ceiling, gag me, and prepare me to be mercilessly whipped and tortured. We agreed that I would be tied tightly, so I couldn't escape or protect myself from the lashes. I'm drawn and horny to the idea of being completely unable to escape. I even asked to be gagged so that I couldn't beg, so my screams wouldn't interfere with the beating.

They said I would be hanging here being whipped for 24 hours, and that everything I bled, defecated, or urinated would simply run down between my legs. We agreed that even if I passed out, they could continue whipping me as much as they wanted. I hope that after so many hours of torture they'll release me and take me to a hospital, I hope so. But if it ends differently, there's nothing I can do, and that's what I want; that risk excites me. If I die, I'll die with a hard-on.

Since yesterday, each of them who arrived brought the whips they intended to use on me, one larger, thicker, and heavier than the other, and happily showed off their favorite toys. Besides proudly and passionately showing off their toys, they happily told me they're going to burn me with cigars, that they're going to stick things up my ass, that they've brought pliers to crush my nipples and balls, and that they have electrical devices to shock me.

As they spoke, I trembled with excitement, my cock grew hard, and they asked me to masturbate. Everything they said and showed excited me; I masturbated dozens of times during the night.

Now, as they tie me up, I feel the scariest moment has arrived: in a few minutes, I'll be bound and gagged, ready to suffer brutal torture and beatings. I hear the others excitedly entering the shed with their whips and toys, eager to use them on me.

My whole body trembles with a mix of fear and excitement. I turn to one of the men and make my last request before the gag.

I just ask that: "During the spanking, if my cock gets hard, can you masturbate me? Please masturbate me, okay?"

I have a role in this monastery; I am the sin and atonement of all the monks, part two.

Even though I was constantly punished and humiliated for being so perverted and masochistic, I continued to feel aroused and had frequent orgasms.

Being whipped excited me; pain was no punishment for a masochistic slut like me. The monks didn't know how to use me.

My hard cock, throbbing and dripping cum constantly, ended up being sucked by many monks. My firm, perky ass ended up being fucked by many other monks who breed me regularly.

If the senior monks wanted to have me as a sex toy, they must have been satisfied; I was the monastery's bitch. But those who tried to turn me into a penitent or make the beatings scare sinful monks were frustrated and gave up trying to "cure" me. 

A monk decided to do something more extreme: he placed an iron mask over my head, an iron box with holes so I could breathe while being secured with a padlock around my neck.

They made a heavy piece of wood to tie my wrists, a thick, long dildo in my ass, and secured my cock and balls so no one, even I, could use them.

And they hung me in a stone well with a hole at the top, so all the monks could urinate and some even shit on me. The situation was brutal and very cruel. They took me out only once a day, to eat and shit, and after two hours, they put me back in the well.

The worst part was that even in that uncomfortable position, I felt aroused, and I could squirm and use the iron ring that held my cock to masturbate and orgasm.