Some days guys would just spend hours having fun beating me up. Last part of four.

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The boys got used to having me as a maid and sex slave in their house every weekend. Part three of four.

The boys got used to having me as a servant and a sex slave in their house. Every weekend I went back to the house on Friday afternoon and only went out on Monday morning.

I loved being naked all the time, with a collar and chains, abused, fucked, and humiliated by all of them.

When they opened the house door, I entered naked and with my hard cock, excited with the expectation of the first slaps and spats in my face.

I was forbidden to come; they kept me on edge, aroused, dripping precum, but not ejaculating once.

I was as aroused by the pain as by the humiliations. They were young, lively, and fun; they had a lot of friends and girlfriends in the house. They were all used to seeing me naked as part of their routine and household chores.

I used to suck dicks and get fucked in front of everyone without any awkwardness or amazement. I used to serve drinks and beers, collected clothes, and tidied and cleaned the house.

All of them smoked a lot, all the time, cigarettes, cigars, or marijuana; they liked to put out the cigarettes on my body, especially on my nipples and my cock, then they stuck the butts in my mouth and turned into a collective ashtray.

Soon I had to learn to endure the burns without complaining or groaning, and before long, this unfortunate habit started to turn me on, too. At parties, when the house was full of young people, I was the one who collected the beer bottles and cans, getting burned by all the cigarettes with contempt and naturalness.

I loved it all.

On those weekends as a slut bitch, I was forbidden to come, but.... Part two of four.

 

During those weekends, the boys played with my body with sadism and cruelty. I was naked and on a collar the whole time without eating anything. They used my mouth and anus for whatever they wanted; all I drank were liters of piss and cum, without choking.

I obeyed all commands and orders without hesitation, submissively and obediently. They beat me with leather belts and punched and slapped me violently.

I loved everything they did with me. Several times my cock was hard and pulsing, denouncing my excitement and horny.

They warned me: Faggot, don't come! Fag, if you come, you will be punished!

The worst thing is that the threats of punishment turned me on even more.

I liked it best when they held me and pinched my nipples and cock with their hands and pliers. The pains were terrible, but the pleasure and excitement were immense.

At one point, they grabbed my hard cock with the pliers and started twisting and pulling it, yelling: We don't allow you to come bitch!

Then, cause of the pain and humiliation, I had a violent orgasm and spat out lots of cum!

Happy to imagine what the punishment would be!

I had my first experience as a slave and a bitch. Part one of four.

I've always believed I should surrender myself as a slave to someone who wanted to use me in a cruel and sadistic way. But he wasn't sure he could bear to do that permanently and irreversibly. So I looked on the web for someone who wanted to use me for a short and determined time. A group of students who lived in the same house said they would charge $100 to use me for a holiday week.

When I arrived, the young man greeted me at the apartment door, smiling and in a good mood. I handed him the document signed by me and registered in the registry office, in which I reiterated everything we had established in our conversations on the net.

He reiterated that, as we had agreed, I would be called the Bitch and should remain completely silent for as long as I was with them.

As soon as I entered the apartment, he stripped me of all my clothes and put a leash on me.

I spent the week like that, naked and on a collar. They installed a tight ring at the base of my cock and scrotum, which prolonged my erections.

They enjoyed making me walk on all fours and sucking their dicks many times. They humiliated me, beat and fucked me cruelly, countless times.

They didn't let me come once but pinched my nipples, keeping me aroused and horny.

They spent entire days lounging on the sofa in front of the TV while I sucked them, and they beat me. In those days, I drank liters of their sperm and piss, and their penises and dildos stuffed me that they stuck in my anus.

On my last day there, the guy I made a deal with told me they would have another holiday week in two months but that if I wanted to go back there, I would now have to pay $500 and accept more violent beatings.

My dick was hard at the time, and I could only reply:

My Lord, I pay and accept to review all limits, but you can be sure I'll be at your door in two months.

The sow fulfilling its destiny. Last part of three.

The more the slut fag was humiliated, abused, and tortured, the more turned on he became. His holes were always open to fucks and blows; he never complained or disobeyed.

Everyone and himself accepted nudity and pain as a natural and permanent part of his work.

He learned to keep quiet, practically didn't say anything for whole weeks, just obeyed and resignedly accepted all orders and violence.

Being called Pig all the time, he no longer saw any difference between himself and the hogs slaughtered and butchered at the slaughterhouse daily.

Sometimes, his colleagues would tie him in the slaughter room, among the other hogs, out of malice. For them, it was a way of humiliating and threatening him. But, even there, among pigs being slaughtered, the fag gets excited and ejaculates in anticipation of his last blow.

Tied on all fours, he was kicked, fucked, and beaten violently, but he trembled with excitement and pleasure, coming in anticipation of actually being killed.

One day the manager went there to watch the scene. The slaughterers wanted to show him how the Pig liked to be tied up among the other piglets. The manager witnessed the sperm pouring out of the Pig, trembling with excitement and pleasure.

He asked the Pig: Bitch, that's what you want, isn't it?

The fag looked at the manager and, nodding his head, replied: Absolutely, that's what I want most! Please have the hammer struck.

The manager looked at the slaughterhouse and ordered: Do what this creepy bitch wants.

A story I made together with my friend @AndresG11277166