Evaporated Person 2

Octavio's ex-wife called furiously at the company where her ex-husband worked two days after Octavio joined the Johatsu program.

"We don't know anything about him and he's not answering his phone," Martínez, one of his partners, told her. "It's urgent that we locate him!"

"Tell me the truth! Did he run off with one of his whores again?" his ex-wife yelled at the partner. "The bastard owes me four full pensions and the son of a bitch is spending the money on his sluts."

Martínez didn't say anything but nodded. Octavio had already run off without warning to the beach with some woman on two previous occasions.

But while the two of them imagined him having sex with a beautiful twenty-year-old woman in a hammock, Octavio was many kilometers away, plowing a field completely naked.

He had his arms tied to a heavy trunk and his testicles tied with a rope. The trunk and testicles were attached to a plow that pulled, making furrows in the earth.

Sánchez had put old boots on him that allowed him to pull with force. It was only eight in the morning, and Octavio had been at this task for an hour.

Sánchez, with a whip in his hand, closely supervised the work of his beast of burden. Octavio panted with effort, and his body sweated enormous amounts. He stopped for a moment to catch his breath; the position of his arms made it difficult for him to breathe.

"Did I tell you to stop, ox?" Sánchez asked him in a dry tone.

"I can't breathe," Octavio muttered through a muzzle gag that was well stuck to the corners of his lips, forcing him to drool.

Sánchez hit his penis with the whip, and Octavio groaned in pain, closing his legs while his penis jumped up.

"Don't talk, you're a damn ox. How do oxen communicate?" Sánchez yelled at him.

"Muuuuu," Octavio lowed. Sánchez gave him a lash on the buttock, and Octavio lowed again. Another lash on the other buttock, and Octavio lowed once more.

"That's it, damn ox. Move forward, or you'll end up plowing only with your testicles." Octavio let out a groan of pain and continued moving forward. The plow was small but considerably heavy. At times, he felt cramps in his calves, but he endured them out of fear of the whip.

It was his second day in this new life, but he felt like it had been an eternity. His old life seemed like a dream... today, he was a farm animal, and he had a strict routine.

"The training begins by helping our clients forget their previous life," Akira explained when Octavio arrived to ask for information at his office. "In the first stage, we'll make you forget that you're human... it's a necessary process of degradation for you to assume your new identity." Octavio hadn't paid much attention to that explanation... now, he was reduced to a beast of burden.

After three hours of plowing the earth, Sánchez untied his testicles and arms. Octavio fell to the ground, a...