Slaveboy_222222
10-13-2004, 7:01 PM
“Crawl closer filth. We have guests that are in need of entertaining.” As commanded, I obeyed, dragging my naked, filthy body through the dirt of the barn’s earthen floors. I could hear laughter as the small crowd of ladies with their male slaves watched my lowly obedient progress toward them. I could feel the pull of the heavy chain fastened to my genitals as it dragged along behind me while I groveled my way, on my belly toward what was to most certainly be a long degrading day of humiliation at the hands of my owner and her guests. My accumulation of urine and dirt had already formed a smelly mud stain over my entire body and brought about great rounds of laughter and derision from the small gathering. As my face met the boots of my owner, she put the sole of her boot on the back of my head and held my face into the dirt. As my disgusting naked form came into full view of all, I could hear the laughter and insults growing in intensity. “Ladies, I want you to look at the lowest, filthiest, most disgusting, revolting, smelly creature on earth. This groveling piece of filth is my property and it’s sole purpose in life is to demonstrate it’s lowliness, and provide any kind of degrading entertainment that I command of it. Whenever I feel in a bit of a bored or in a nasty mood, I use the degradation of this sub-human wretch for entertainment. It’s begging, whining and sobbing are all musical sounds that I use to pick up my day and brings joy and laughter. It once was a proud male with all that disgusting macho pride and false sense of superiority, but I have broken the pig and taught it just how worthless males are and what a shameful and disgusting things they have always been meant to be. This thing is for ridicule, shaming, debasing and any other purpose that makes me happy and entertained. Breaking this pig and others like it is a duty that all Women should gladly take on. I want you all to feel free to spit on this scum, urinate on it and ridicule it to tears. It’s mouth can be very useful for any sexual adventures that you might find pleasing and particularly for the other male slaves, it anus is there to be used as well. Isn’t that right, filth?” “Yes Owner, I replied as I continued to grovel in the filth at his feet. All that you say is true. I am here to be used by anyone and anything that you command me to submit to. The filth between my legs shows that I have been born to serve in the most degrading and shameful ways possible.” This brought a very loud round of laughter and lurid ridicule from everyone. It was obvious to all what was meant by my including the term “anything” as the air in the barn was filled with the smells and sounds of pigs. They all knew, as did I, that they would have the chance to make me sexually service and be used by the pigs. I knew I would be forced to cower timidly before the filthy beasts and submit my mouth and anus for their sexual use as well. The Ladies were obviously looking forward to the new experience of using a male in this fashion and having this total power to totally destroy the macho pride of a filthy male. The thought of being able to totally destroy any sign of male pride that I might have left, lit up a gleam of excitement in their eyes. This level of domination and control was something that they had never even contemplated before. The new possibilities that they were being exposed to flowed through their fertile imaginations as they totally took in the intense sight of debauchery before them. Their slaves had never been subjected to this kind of abuse. They had never seen the total power of a Female directed against a male to this extent. The smelly, filth covered, naked wretch that crawled before them was a shocking sight that even they could never have imagined. Even the male slaves looked at me with an aire of disgustand revulsion and yet it was obvious that they too had lusty thoughts in their minds as they stared at my lowly form. They were repulsed by the disgusting male form that lied before them and even though they themselves were slaves, they were repulsed by the thought that a male could be brought so low and yet the sexual possibilities and the potential acts of sexually debasing this piece of filth before them was very exciting. The stiffening of their penises made their thoughts obvious.
“Before we get started playing with this worm, I would like to invite you all to relieve yourselves on it. Watch the expression of total shame on it’s face as it feels the urine splashing over it’s body. If it pleases you, the pig’s mouth can be used as your urinal. This thing has no decency or human rights because it is not human, so just let yourselves use it as it has been created to be used. Pig, roll over on your back and submit yourself openly for this activity. As the smelly body wastes begin to coat your disgusting body, I want you to loudly and passionately beg for more. I also want you to roll and grovel in your smelly mess and coat that stinking body as a reminder of your place before us”.
My owner was the first to squat over my face and let loose a torrent of urine into my mouth. Before she had even finished, the rest gathered around and began to degrade my body with their wastes, laughing and screaming with delight and glee as I obediently begged for more. The orgy of shame seemed to last forever. Soon I was in a filthy slurry of pissy mud as the dirt from the barn floor began to saturate with the large quantities of urine. Like a pig rooting around in it’s filthy sty, I groveled in the urine sludge with pieces of the filthy mud clinging to my body and begged loudly and tearfully for my further debasement. The smell of urine was very strong and would serve throughout the day as a reminder of just what a filthy animal I was being turned into. The stinging, Laughter,mocking and ridicule would ring in my ears forever. The bright flashes of the cameras and the lights from the video cameras told me that my shame was being thoroughly documented and that soon thousands and perhaps millions would be able to witness my total destruction as a male.
As I laid on my back, I soon felt the shackles being placed on my ankles and then I could feel my legs being spread and pulled back until my knees were almost along side of my head. I knew that my anus was now elevated and spred and in full position for each of the male slaves to easily access for my raping. One by one, they each were ordered to invade my ass with their penises until finally, I had become a slave of slaves. The lowest of the low. I felt the shame of penises sliding in and out of me and the feeling of hot cum squirting into my rectum as the ladies all screamed with laughter. Soon I was filled with the vile male slime and yet they continued with my degradation. Occasionally, I would once again be urinated on even while I was being raped. After a long period of raping, I was released from my shakles and commanded to beg each of the males for the honor of licking and sucking their testicles and anuses and penises. I was forced to beg to taste and smell their male sex parts. Before long, permission was granted and each slave took their turn enjoying the feel of my mouth and my tongue between their legs. The ladies were thoroughly enjoying the destruction of my masculinity and took great pleasure in voicing their pleasure at my shame. As the festivities continued, I was forced to endure the shame of ridicule, teasing and mocking as they verbally ripped my pride and masculinity to shreds with their taunts.
After an extended period of this kind of abuse, they all decided to take a short break and left me lying, sobbing in the slurry of mud, urine and semen. The heavy chain attached to my genitals was padlocked to a pillar, shackles were reattached to my ankles and wrists. Now the heavy acrid smell of urine was added to by the odor of semen which totally covered my face and added to the sticky feeling between my ass cheeks. I new the break would be short and that many more degrading treatments were in store for my shamed and tortured body. But I also knew that I had no choice but to wait in this disgusting filth until they decided to entertain themselves some more with me. I knew they would all return with full bladders and I knew the male slaves would return with refreshed supplies of their male slime and also that eventually I would have to serve the pigs. These were the things that I was sure of, but the fear of the unknown surprises that they would have in store for me kept me in tears. This was going to be a very long day.
“Before we get started playing with this worm, I would like to invite you all to relieve yourselves on it. Watch the expression of total shame on it’s face as it feels the urine splashing over it’s body. If it pleases you, the pig’s mouth can be used as your urinal. This thing has no decency or human rights because it is not human, so just let yourselves use it as it has been created to be used. Pig, roll over on your back and submit yourself openly for this activity. As the smelly body wastes begin to coat your disgusting body, I want you to loudly and passionately beg for more. I also want you to roll and grovel in your smelly mess and coat that stinking body as a reminder of your place before us”.
My owner was the first to squat over my face and let loose a torrent of urine into my mouth. Before she had even finished, the rest gathered around and began to degrade my body with their wastes, laughing and screaming with delight and glee as I obediently begged for more. The orgy of shame seemed to last forever. Soon I was in a filthy slurry of pissy mud as the dirt from the barn floor began to saturate with the large quantities of urine. Like a pig rooting around in it’s filthy sty, I groveled in the urine sludge with pieces of the filthy mud clinging to my body and begged loudly and tearfully for my further debasement. The smell of urine was very strong and would serve throughout the day as a reminder of just what a filthy animal I was being turned into. The stinging, Laughter,mocking and ridicule would ring in my ears forever. The bright flashes of the cameras and the lights from the video cameras told me that my shame was being thoroughly documented and that soon thousands and perhaps millions would be able to witness my total destruction as a male.
As I laid on my back, I soon felt the shackles being placed on my ankles and then I could feel my legs being spread and pulled back until my knees were almost along side of my head. I knew that my anus was now elevated and spred and in full position for each of the male slaves to easily access for my raping. One by one, they each were ordered to invade my ass with their penises until finally, I had become a slave of slaves. The lowest of the low. I felt the shame of penises sliding in and out of me and the feeling of hot cum squirting into my rectum as the ladies all screamed with laughter. Soon I was filled with the vile male slime and yet they continued with my degradation. Occasionally, I would once again be urinated on even while I was being raped. After a long period of raping, I was released from my shakles and commanded to beg each of the males for the honor of licking and sucking their testicles and anuses and penises. I was forced to beg to taste and smell their male sex parts. Before long, permission was granted and each slave took their turn enjoying the feel of my mouth and my tongue between their legs. The ladies were thoroughly enjoying the destruction of my masculinity and took great pleasure in voicing their pleasure at my shame. As the festivities continued, I was forced to endure the shame of ridicule, teasing and mocking as they verbally ripped my pride and masculinity to shreds with their taunts.
After an extended period of this kind of abuse, they all decided to take a short break and left me lying, sobbing in the slurry of mud, urine and semen. The heavy chain attached to my genitals was padlocked to a pillar, shackles were reattached to my ankles and wrists. Now the heavy acrid smell of urine was added to by the odor of semen which totally covered my face and added to the sticky feeling between my ass cheeks. I new the break would be short and that many more degrading treatments were in store for my shamed and tortured body. But I also knew that I had no choice but to wait in this disgusting filth until they decided to entertain themselves some more with me. I knew they would all return with full bladders and I knew the male slaves would return with refreshed supplies of their male slime and also that eventually I would have to serve the pigs. These were the things that I was sure of, but the fear of the unknown surprises that they would have in store for me kept me in tears. This was going to be a very long day.