Thursday, September 7, 2017

"I'm an animal. I'm not people. I am not son of god."


We must understand that some human beings are not born to be human and must accept their inferior condition.
This is the case that was reported on a farm in the country's countryside in the early twentieth century: one boy, still five years old, was sold by his alcoholic father for drink debts. His mother was relieved to have a mouth to feed. She simply took the boy's clothes, smoking, drunk, and pregnant; she delivered the naked child with a rope tied around his neck, like a leash, so he would not run away.
The owner of the farm bought it and baptized it from Mule. Because it was like a mule, he'd spent a lifetime. He arrived naked and bound, and so he spent the rest of his life.
He never had the opportunity to question his condition as a beast of burden. When he tried to protest, he was brutally beaten. At the age of fifteen, when the young man tried to flee, he was kept chained, naked, and blinded. After the escape attempt, the farm foreman convinced the owner of the Mule that animals need not see anything, and blinded, they were more defenseless, obedient, and unable to escape.

Another function of an animal like him was to be raped almost every night.
Any farm employee could go to the corral and rape the animal, use his ass or his mouth to satiate all his needs.
Blinded and chained, he could not resist, complain or denounce his rapists. Some, out of wickedness, even suggested that he be neutered, but others argued that he would be overweight and could become too depressed and die.

Ever since he arrived at the farm, still a boy, they said that he could not say anything else, no one would accept him saying anything, and his words were interrupted with slaps or punches. No one wanted to have any conversation or bond with him. So, over the years, he had practically forgotten to speak. But he moaned and groaned like the other animals. Over the years, accepting resigned to his condition, he became more and more like the other animals on the farm.
Food never failed; with heavy work, he grew strong and healthy as a bull.
The employees joked that perhaps because he had never worn clothes or because he worked in the sun, he was very hairy, and his hair and beard bulky and tight, his hair covering his chest, back, legs, and arms. His tanned by the sun, laden with dust and frequent beating, seemed more like a pig's leather than human skin.
His daily work consisted of pulling the plow, pulling the wagons, and carrying heavy bales of earth or seeds. All the heaviest work was reserved for him. When he weakened or gave in due to the weight of the loads, the lashes convinced him to get up and return to work. He used to be whipped practically all the time, for whatever reason or even for no reason.
On Sundays, when no one on the farm worked, it was common for the employees' boredom to be broken with one of the most common amusements: mistreating, abusing, and beating the Mule.
The guys gathered to drink and talk in the stable. First, they washed the animal, then ordered him to suck each cock of them, to drink all the cum dropped. After hours of sucking, some of the boys would rape him and finally tie the poor and tired animal to some tree and distract themselves by arguing for hours about the best whip and who had more skill with the lashes, which could more precisely hit specific parts of the animal.
His hung, washed, sweaty body made it possible to better visualize the welts and scars left by the lashes. Still, since all his leather was already completely covered by bruises and marks of the countless beating, it was tough to say if the lash had indeed hit the nipple or tip of the animal's cock.

After many years, a new farm employee was shocked by the cruel and inclement treatment of the Mule. He could not bear to see a mature man being treated that way; he was very religious and could not bear to see a son of God in those conditions.
One Sunday in the stable, when everyone drank and talked distractedly and excitedly while the obedient animal sucked the cock of everyone in the group. The novice employee, annoyed at what was happening, privately asked the older employee if this was not absurd.
The older employee laughed out loud, unconstrained. He called the animal aloud. The Mule pulled the dick out of his mouth and crawled obediently, on all fours like a dog, to the man.
The man grabbed his hair by raising his head and asked firmly, with his face glued to the animal.
"The rookie, on the other side, said it's not right to treat a son of god like a fucking pig. What do you think?"
The Mule, without taking his hands off the ground, with semen and saliva dripping from his mouth, spoke quietly.
"I'm an animal. I'm not people. I am not son of god."

Everyone was amazed by the answer; many believed that the animal could not speak, but laughter and excitement filled the space past the stupor.
That day all of them, including the rookie, raped and lashed the animal.
Not even the Mule remembered the name he once had; as time passed, he forgot that he might have had another life. He was accustomed and conformed to his bovine life.
He really became an animal, and as such, he lived until his last day.
Maybe even happy.

10 comments:

  1. The story sounds very harsh and cruel for us who don't feel like inferior animals... but I will not comment that. I am sure there are many followers of this blog who find it appealing, from one or from the other side/point of view.
    I just find the drawing beautiful! Your style, your technique... The male anatomy is perfect in this immage. The man depicted is manly, masculine, sexy and in many ways beautiful. Stoicly carrying on with his burden of life in service.
    One more thing - I am glad he wasn't neutred - that would make him loose big part of his charm :-)

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    1. I agree with you Sherwin.... the beauty of a naked man bearing his torment especially under the LASH is very powerful. Thank you, Lashem.

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  2. My friend Sherwin, you draw very well, and you have many of my fantasies and fetishes.
    I love your drawings, I'm your fan.

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  3. Good day. I'm your Italian friend. I, in addition to the design as always beautiful, I find your very beautiful and passionate story. I'm a slave and I think I understand what you mean. Also, in your story there is also a lot of pity for the slave. Very often in your stories I find mercy as well as cruelty. Bravo. from your Italian friend, Caliban60@hotmail.it

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  4. This is undoubtedly your best story. You should continue to write and draw the sad story of this man. It could even become a book because it is a rich, exciting and dramatic story. I would love it if you created more chapters for the poor and suffering animal man. Beautiful story of slavery. Congratulations!

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  5. As always love your writing,this story expresses how cruel even good people can be especially in groups.

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  6. There is pathos in this story that evokes sympathy for the Mule. It captures the true hopelessness and helplessness of chattel slavery as experienced by real slaves in many cultures throughout the centuries.

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    1. I agree with you. This story has fascinated me since it was written. I often come back to this page to read this story again, which seems to give way to several sequels, with situations of cruelty, or even pity for this mature man, looking to be close to forty years old, which makes us think that he is already it would be thirty-five years of suffering, nakedness and humiliation. I imagine the beautiful naked body of this Mule in the sun, browning and being punished by the constant whipping, he pulling the plow or pulling a cart to take the lazy employees to their homes and at the end of the night the naked slave falls exhausted and even so he serves as I discharge the sperm from the other employees. A beautiful story that should have a continuation.

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    2. My firends, I am very happy to see that this story pleased so many people so many times.
      I wrote it with my dick hard, I would like to be the Mule myself, to have a just a hard life, without light, without bonds or affections. Having only my body, my muscles and holes to survive. A life reduced to work and pain, from brutal physical efforts, limited to the smell of sweaty bodies and dicks, the taste of cum, urine and sweat. Just exist, without god, hope or poetry.
      Therefore, I accept suggestions for continuation. If any of you have any reason or expectation, tell us here, ok?

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    3. You could detail how the Mule was used for the heavy plow. He being woken up at dawn with a bucket of ice water hitting his naked body, then he would be taken while still wet on the trunk and would take 30 lashes for discipline. After the scourge, the mule would be taken to the field and would begin to plow the soil until the morning was already high and the sun was punishing the beautiful naked body of this slave.
      It looks like a beautiful continuation

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