Even under torture the fag shows his sexual nature.

The strong peasant we captured was tortured and raped for days until our captain concluded that he was totally innocent and that he had no involvement with terrorists or our enemies.

Now we know what to do with it. If he were released, he would undoubtedly enlist among the terrorists. During the tortures, the captain identified the prisoner's vocation as a sexual beast.

The guy was vital, healthy, young, sexual, and well-endowed.

For the amusement of the base troops, the captain ordered us to tie him to one of the punishment stakes, as usual, naked, with his hands cuffed behind him, tied around his neck and ankles.

Standing there naked and motionless for days in the fierce desert sun, enduring the cold, dry nights, was already killing convicts in a few days. So we can play and have fun with him for many days.

The animal smelled really bad; we fed it the shit and urine we brought from the dorm bathroom and poured it in his face.

In addition to his own sweat, vomit, poop and urine.

He was constantly whipped, burned, and tortured with cigars and pliers.

Each of the soldiers in the barracks could do as he pleased with the captive.

I especially enjoyed hurting and twisting his vast, tender, and soft nipples. When I squished his nipples, his dick got hard, so I milked him with the pliers until he came. I loved seeing the fag's face expressing pain and pleasure in equal measure.

This type of worm, even being tortured, feels pleasure and ejaculates liters of cum, showing its true and filthy sexual nature.

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The different ways to ride human beasts.

Animals of the human species can be used as beasts of burden and mount. Despite we have to recognize that these animals are not very suitable to be ridden like horses. 

When we mount them, a slave on all fours, the saddle is too low. The rider has to take care that his own legs do not rub against the ground. The rider's weight on the spine and the resistance of the knees to the load make the animal very inefficient. It is suggested to ride in this way only as a form of fun and humiliation, for a short time and over short distances.

When we mount the animal on two legs we can saddle it over the hips or over the shoulders. Riding on the hips of the human beast, we must throw the top of the animal forward in order to balance the weight of the jockey and even the load that can be carried. This position is comfortable for both the rider and the beast. In this way the animal can carry loads for some distance and at a good pace. The problem is the destruction of the animal's spine and kidneys.

By riding on the shoulders we can make the slave lean forward and develop good speed. It is the most common position for speed sports. One problem with this way of riding on human beasts is excessive height. If the animal stumbles and falls, the rider will fall from a height of more than a meter and a half, and may be injured.

For all forms of riding on human beasts the size, bearing and strength of the animals is very important. Always choose strong and large animals. To ride them better select riders and jockeys of smaller size.

Hence, carriages and carts solve the demand for carrying bigger and heavier people. Two-wheeled chariots or four-wheeled carts for heavier loads can be pulled or pushed by human beasts without difficulty.

In all forms harnesses, side visors, spurs and whips are needed to control and motivate animals. Protecting the toes of the hind legs helps to prevent injuries and stumbling, protecting the feet is prudent, as horseshoes protect the horses' hooves.

Remember, brute animals are not endowed with intelligence or character, only pain and fear keep them focused and disciplined.

Finally I found some interested in buying my slave. The ninth and final post in the series.

 

I searched deep internet sites that I could sell my faggot. I found two or three more organized sites for auctioning or selling people. I studied the rules and logic of each site just in search of the highest value I didn't care about any other question.

I posted several videos of my brother being whipped and neutered to pique the interest of buyers and show the seriousness of the offer. We made several home videos of our slut being severely whipped to prove its slave status.

The castrated fag really achieved better prices, for being white and young (19 years old), I found some interested in buying it. The buyer who made the best offer said that he was doing business on behalf of a wealthy businessman from abroad, and that we would never again have contact or news of the boy who had been sold.

A cousin of ours, who was a lawyer, helped my father and I solve all the legal aspects to prepare for the disappearance of the youngest son. He signed several documents and powers of attorney waiving inheritance and subsidiary rights. I was now the only heir of the family, he no longer had any right to anything.

Since castration he remained very depressed, silent, emotional and weeping. However, more than ever, he has become completely submissive, passive and obedient, as someone who comes to understand his role and insignificance. He accepted every order, every humiliation and beating without complaining about anything.

One night while I was dealing with aspects of the business with the potential buyer over the web, my brother asked.

- Are you really going to sell me?

- Yes, why?

- May I know who are going to buy me? Where I go? What does the buyer intend to do with me?

I looked at him and said calmly and seriously.

- No faggot, you won't know any of this. Come here, on your knees.

He knelt before me. I put my dick in his mouth and he started doing the blowjob like I taught him to do when he was almost a kid.

So I spoke softly and calmly into his ear.

- Simone, you are not a boy, you are not even people, and you are just my shit animal.

He was surprised because I hadn't spoken his name Simone for many years, I just said "faggot".

- Simone, I don't care what they will do to you. If you're going to be a whore in a filthy whorehouse, if they're going to put an apple in your mouth and roast you for a dinner of exotic foods, if they're going to take you apart and sell your organs for donation. I don't care, and neither daddy nor mommy do. My mom didn't even want to come and say goodbye to this shitty. You're mine, you're my fucking fag, I do with you what I want, I decide everything and you just accept. You fucking worm, isn't that what you are? Isn't that what you want?

He continued sucking until I came, drank all the cum and wiped the cock head with his tongue like I taught.

Then with his head down and crying he said.

- Thank you, my beloved brother.

Hearing his answer, I slapped him so hard in the face that I knocked him to the ground. I picked up a heavy leather belt that I liked to wear on these occasions and gave it a violent, bloody, long belt spanking. He lay on all fours on the floor, silently weeping while, with the leather belt, I drew blood from his thighs, back and ass. I hit a lot, mercilessly, until I got tired. Then I had him clean all the blood from the floor and walls.

I knew that spanking hurt me more than the whore, because I knew it would be the last.

The next morning, on a very cold day with some snow on the streets, I drove our car with the fag covered in blankets, chained and naked in the backseat. My father went with us taking the folder with the documents of the youngest son.

At an interchange in Casello Gropello Cairoli - Pavia Sud, from the Dei Giovi highway to Genoa, we stopped our car next to a rental vehicle parked at the agreed place. A man in a cap, sunglasses, and a mask got out of the car, opened the trunk, and handed us an envelope with the money.

My father handed my brother, shivering from the cold and with the wounds from the beating still bleeding, and the envelope with all his documents. The man pushed my fag into the trunk, closed the door, and left without a word.

We never heard from my slave again.

I remember that when I took him by the current, before he got into our car, he still smiled at me and repeated.

- Thank you for everything, my beloved brother.

This is the ninth and last post in the series I made together with my dear Italian friend: https://theitalianslave.bdsmlr.com/. This fantasy is ours, but it relates to the life he should have.

One of my cruelest plans, a barbecue to put his balls and dick on the grill to roast!

In the days following castration my brother behaved very strangely. He cried a lot, moaned and looked very depressed. I believe he was impacted by the idea that what was just fantasy, a game between us had become real, true and irreversible.

I'm sure he never believed we would actually do what we said, he was really surprised and shocked by his emasculation. He never believed Daddy would let him castrate!

In addition to the hormonal and physical changes that the surgery caused, the emotional and psychological impact was tremendous. Since his childhood, the fag masturbated frequently and had erections that betrayed his pleasure in many moments, he lost his best toy, and he lost a part of himself that he adored.

I never regretted having decided to castrate him, on the contrary, I felt proud and very pleased to have taken that step. I'm sure that kind of inferior fag has to be completely subdued, humiliated and raped to be fully what it is, a sex worm. Besides, I never thought he deserved a penis. Having a penis is the privilege of men, he wasn't even human!

I always noticed, with discomfort that even though he was a shit cunt he still had self esteem, since his childhood he was handsome, and had a nice body, a big cock and impressive erections. With castration I wanted to start the complete destruction of his self-esteem.

His crying and sadness over the next few days showed that I was headed in the right direction and only spurred me on to intensify this downgrade process.

I shaved off her beautiful black hair, punched and slapped her face violently, leaving bruises, bumps and sores that deformed her face. I was always the most violent caregiver, but in those weeks, even our father and cousin, we fucked and spanked the disgusting cunt with such violence and frequency that his entire body permanently showed purple and black scars, marks, and bruises. The more he cried the more violently he was beaten.

Three weeks after castration, I carried out one of my cruelest plans. On Sunday I prepared the barbecue for everyone and between different types of sausages I took the opportunity to give the deserved destination to the amputated parts of my fag, I put his balls and dick on the grill to roast!

When the vet finished its service I put the amputated parts in the freezer, already with this perverse intention in my mind. My father and cousin thought my meanness was very funny. We ate the fag's penis in slices, in front of him weeping, as we laughed and made fun of the size and taste. The skin of the cock and the roasted sac turned crunchy and delicious.

However, we prefer to serve the scrotal glands raw, seasoned only with oil, forcing our slave to eat them.

The youngest was reluctant, he refused to eat, he was not amused, he was crying and shaking a lot, but we managed to force him to chew and swallow both of his own scrotal glands.

I did everything with great pleasure and with my hard and throbbing cock. I seasoned one of the glands with my sperm before sticking it in his mouth, I've never been so pleased to see my fag brother cry and sob so humiliated and devastated.

I watched horny, he chewing, crushing painfully with his teeth, his ego, his identity, his self-esteem, and his hopes at that barbecue.

 

So, we decided to castrate our slave to sell him for greater profit.

 

I soon realized that renting out my slave to be beaten and raped by clients was not going to make the profit I dreamed of. I also realized that with regular and intense prostitution, the fag would soon become too bruised and enlarged, quickly and gradually losing value over time.

Selling my prostitute seemed to be the quickest, simplest and most lucrative alternative for me and the entire family. With the help of a cousin, I was able to get into the deep net and found human trafficking and trading sites for both prostitution and organ donation. We found an auction site, where we could enter the sex, age, color, height, weight and other characteristics of the person to be sold, and find price estimates and values obtained from previous auctions. Looking at the available data, I realized that a young white pussy like my brother would not sell for more than 10,000 euros. After much research, I found that castrated boys reached values of over 20,000 euros! In the same deep net we found doctors or veterinarians who sold the service of human castration for as little as 1000 Euros.

My father quickly agreed that this was the best possible solution and was willing to pay for the castration.

- I really prefer to sell this castrated shit, having peace of mind and the assurance that he would not beget useless bastard grandchildren like him. By selling this shit, we got rid of the family debts and at the same time the problem of having a fag whore who embarrasses our family.

All the talk between us deciding our youngest brother's future was done in front of him, with him washing dishes or sucking one of our dicks, but we never asked his opinion. He didn't tell us anything either.

The day I scheduled the castration, the vet came to our house early in the morning, and I offered him a blow job from my goat, he accepted. The faggot didn't know what was going to happen to him soon, or who that guy was. Surely the faggot thought he was another customer of his.

When we tied him to the kitchen table, legs spread, stomach up, eyes blindfolded and gagged, he wasn't too scared, as this was the procedure many of our customers also requested. He was certainly expecting another spanking with whips and hot wax.

It was then that the vet showed us his instruments for the service some rubber rings, a rubber ring applicator, the surgical scalpel, the cauterization device and the plastic tubing.

First, using an ordinary razor blade, he shaved the hair around the balls. While doing this service, he began massaging his penis until it was large and hard and then asked my father.

- Do you want to give him one last orgasm? My father answered: No, he doesn't deserve it. Just do what you came to do, as quickly as possible, okay?

Then he stuck a thick plastic tube into the urethra of the boy's hard penis. The procedure caused a lot of pain and my brother was crying and squirming in despair. The veterinarian knew what he was doing and ruthlessly shoved over a foot of tube into the boy's tearful urethra.

Then, skillfully and calmly, using the elastic ring elastrator, he placed the rubber rings at the base of the youngest's scrotum. He explained that the procedure was almost painless, that it did not require anesthesia, anti-inflammatory drugs or heavy antibiotics.

After putting on the rubber rings, the vet explained that we would have to wait an hour or two until all blood circulation had ceased.

My father made us coffee and we all went into the living room to watch television and talk about Italian politics and football. We talk about everything, about any subject, we just don't talk about the ongoing castration. Every now and then, the vet would get up and go into the kitchen to see how the boy was doing. After about two hours he called us into the kitchen, saying:

- Come here, I'll cut it out, somebody want to watch?

I took the camera and photographed all his work. The scene was fast, very fast and impressive. The penis was purple, very dark, swollen and flaccid. The veterinarian simply wrapped the cutting stylet around the rubber tube and released the entire assembly, the penis and scrotum, from the body. Without cutting the rubber tube that passed through them.  Then he placed the extracted pieces in a stainless steel pot that I gave him, took them to the sink and washed the pieces, removing all the blood that had drained in quantity.

Then he went back to the boy tied to the table and cauterized some veins that, even crushed by the rubber rings, were bleeding. He gradually removed the rings and cauterized the flesh around the rubber tube that emerged from the hole as the new, long, narrow, temporary penis.

The veterinarian made the final dressings, applied ointments, covered with gauze and bandaged. Before leaving, he instructed us to leave the boy tied to the table for other three or four hours.

As soon as he left, I removed my brother's blindfold and showed him the aluminum tray with his penis and scrotum. His face mirrored amazement and horror, shocked at what he saw.

Even bound and gagged, he began to cry and struggle in despair. I knew how to handle the situation.

Holding him by the hair I gave him ten very violent slaps in the face. After still holding him tightly, I looked deep into his eyes and said.

- Bitch, you're mine, I'll do with you what I want! Stop making drama, you know it! Shut up! Swallow that cry! You know you didn't deserve dick and balls! You are a bitch! This cock and these balls were always mine! Understood fag?

This is the seventh post out of nine that I'm doing together with my Italian friend: https://theitalianslave.bdsmlr.com/. This fantasy is ours, but it relates to the life he should have.