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yandere reader x femboy streamer
i wrote this with my dick. i didn't even mean to update this so soon after i wrote it but i was struck with divine inspiration and i had to.
this is literally just filth.
cw;; waterboarding, necrophilia, snuff, bruising, abuse, violence towards character, murder, assault, noncon, drugging, mind breaking, slight emetophobia, lots of strangling, blood, whipping, caning, slurs, nsfl,
i cannot stress enough that this is dead dove do not eat
the next time anyone saw your favorite streamer was on a shady porn site on the dark web. among videos of the worst humanity had to offer there was a video with his body in the thumbnail, the head obscured by something and his hands holding up a weak attempt at a peace sign. it was titled "bratty femboy is dying for cock". it was uploaded just a week after he vanished from the convention center.
the video opened with him in a tight little tube top, the tiniest skirt, and pretty thigh high socks. it was easy to mistake him for a girl at first glance, comments below would laugh about how there's no way he was ever a man. he was chained so his arms were above his head but not pulled too high. somehow he had the audacity to hurl insults at his captor.
the first slur had barely slipped past his lips when your disguised and obscured figure swung into view. a solid and painful punch landed right into his stomach knocking the air out of him. he coughed and heaved, barely getting his breath back to call his captor a fucking bastard. another punch to his stomach. this time he coughed up his own saliva. his face was getting wet from the hot tears of pain and fear streaming down his cheek and his drool dripping down his chin. the punching didn't stop.
after sometime of him being beaten the video cut.
when the camera came back to him again he was on a concrete floor. his stomach was clearly bruised and his eyes were red, cheeks still stained with tears. when you stepped closer to him he flinched, trying in vain to make himself so small you wouldn't see. it was useless with the camera pointed right at him.
your cock slapped against his face and he jumped with a pathetic whine. your distorted voice ordered him to suck and he began to cry please no. he stopped when he saw you raise your hand. his kitten licks were pathetic, his mouth was small and the way his teeth kept knocking into you hurt. it was a wonder you ever came at all. he coughed and spat it out all over the floor.
the video cut again.
this time he was tied down to a table with a cloth over his face. the camera was angled between his legs so it got a good shot of his small cock that now stood at attention. there was a syringe of something, one could only assume aphrodisiacs, nearby.
you came into view holding a slightly trickling water hose. a sound was heard and the hose began to rush, his small body jerked at the sound. your other hand came into view and you held the cloth in place for a few seconds. before you held the hose over his face. immediately he began to squirm and fight and writhe as he stopped being able to breathe. his cock was obviously leaking precum. you removed the hose and the cloth letting him desperately try to catch his breath. once his body stopped violently shaking you reapplied the cloth. then came the hose. the cycle repeating until his red and aching cock came violently while being waterboarded.
as the cloth was taken away for the last time you could hear him sob. "please, i don wanna die."
the video cut.
now he was in a clean new set of girly clothes. he still looked frightened but under his skirt you could clearly see his bulge.
your distorted voice spoke from behind the camera. "say it."
he nervously fiddled with his skirt before taking a deep breath and talking with a shakey voice. "hi everyone.... i know you all wonder where ive been.. uh actually ive been- ive... ive been j-jacking off with my pathetic little shri-shrimp dick. i really... i really like sn-snuff porn now.. haha... wouldn't it be....no.. no i-"
the camera cut again.
this time the scene was clearly just a little bit after the last. he had a new bruise on his face and he was sitting in front of a big screen. on the screen there was some of the violent and disturbing snuff films you could find on the website this was hosted on. amidst the sounds of death there was the loud buzz of a vibrator. he was sitting there holding a vibrator wand right against his sensitive little dick. his legs were shaking from pleasure but he was sobbing like he was in pain. you pointed to a pretty femboy just like him lying dead as his killer used his body. "this one always makes me think of you."
the video cut after he came.
the next scene his appearance had changed a bit more significantly. his cock was now locked in a small cage that made it look like it wasn't even there. he was shaking and trembling but not like he was afraid but more like a drug addict jonesing for their next hit. he had more bruises on his body and there were bags under his eyes. he begged in a pathetic voice for his captor to give him something.
he dropped to his knees obediently as you walked towards him. you stepped behind him and wrapped a belt around his neck. then your cock slapped his face. there were practically hearts in his eyes as he took your thick cock into his mouth with much more skill. you didn't give much of a chance to show off his improvement though as you slammed into the back of his throat. you gripped the ends of the belt and began to pull tight. he audibly started to gag as his breathing was restricted. you used the belt as leverage to fuck his throat. his face was turning red. you didn't stop until you came.
to your visible disappointment he coughed and wretched up your cum as his lungs fought for air.
the video cut.
once again he was chained up, this time his hands were held high above his head. there were small cuts all across his body and the source soon became obvious as a whipping cane slapped across his body. he let out a pathetic sob as a new cut appeared where the cane had hit. again. he sobbed louder as the cane hit a different cut.
"pleashe im shorry im shorry im shoo-" his annoying crying was cut off by another smack.
"say it." you ordered.
you paused only to give him a chance to do whatever it was you wanted but instead he kept crying. comments around this part laughed about how he was such a little bitch.
more cuts, more whippings, more screams, more sobbing. despite how much he looked like he hated it his still caged cock was making a wet mess of precum all over his thighs like a girl. something about his body, his mind, was changing significantly. it was obvious that against his will he was becoming a masochist who got off on his own pain.
the video cut without him fulfilling his order.
the next scene he was in a new place in new clothes, if you didn't know better you might also believe he had escaped. he sat on a soft plush bed, daintily closing his legs and acting like an innocent girl. he smiled sheepishly at the camera, a small blush across his cheeks.
"go on" your distorted voice was softer than it had been previously.
"I'm nervous..." he replied, hands fiddling in his lap.
"you asked for this." you replied.
"yeah.. im... mm..." he took a deep breath to gather himself.
"hi everyone... it's hard to believe its only been 6 days since ive been here. ive been working really hard. ive heard you're all super worried about me... thats why he asked me to make you this before... well... the truth is..."
the look in his eyes changed from one of innocence to something more deranged. whatever last bit of him that had been fighting had broken. "im actually a gross filthy faggot! im a disgusting snuffbait fag who dreams of being assaulted and killed by any disgusting freak who wants me!!"
he started to do a demented crawl closer to the camera. it followed him until he was almost pressed against it. "hey hey... you guys.... you'll watch right? you're all going to watch me lose my virginity and die brutally right?"
the camera cut.
it seemed like a different camera, one now attached to the camera man. he was laying in bed, his pretty hair around his head like a halo. you could also see the captor, your body, in a point of view shot. you were pressed against him, his ass nestled right against your cock, with his legs around your waist. now you could see him doing the peace sign from the thumbnail, though his hands were holding perfect peace signs still. that would change soon.
you rubbed your cock against his tight virgin ass, a clear layer of lube coated your cock. the excitement in his smaller body was palpable. his eyes had hearts in them. you lined your tip with his entrance as he began to babble.
"yes,yes,yes,yes,yesyou'regonnakillme... yourefinallygonnakillme killme violateme please please please please"
you slapped him hard across the face, so hard you could see him get dizzy. "stop getting ahead of yourself."
"ssssorrryyyy~" he moaned, his still caged cock was once again making a sticky mess like a girl.
"please fuck my sissy ass💖 please take my virginity and make me a real snuff fag💖"
it didn't take any more than that as your thick cock pressed into the firm ring of muscle. he moaned in delight as his eyes rolled back. he tried to cry out yes but you slapped a hand over his mouth.
it was clear that you were just as overwhelmed as he was by the feeling. it looked like you fought with yourself for a minute, deciding between being gentle and fucking him the way your body demanded. the later won.
you flipped him onto his stomach and slid your cock right back into that velvety tightness. you kept one hand clasped over his mouth, using his head as a leverage as you began an absolutely brutal pace. the bed creaked and shook with every powerful thrust. underneath of you his eyes were rolling back and if he could cum or scream he'd be doing both. you were fucking him like a wild animal. pounding him so violent and relentless. your muscles were sore and aching from use.
and then like a single drop of animalistic clarity in this chaotic mess your original fantasy, your goal, clicked in your mind. you need to kill him. you need to feel him die on your cock. you let go of his mouth to wrap your arms around his neck, holding him in a tight headlock. immediately you could feel it, feel his body be receptive to the purpose you gave it. he tightened up. his mind became empty. his body was growing limp as his face got redder and redder.
the video cut.
the next shot, the final shot, was a shot of his limp lifeless body, cum still leaking out of his used hole.
the video ended.
you chose not to show that he was still breathing, that you kept him alive. he was your personal little snuffdoll now.
and the person who "killed" him? well obviously it was the troll you'd met before. a little bit of forged evidence and a lot of anonymous tips and statements from your fellow groupies and it was easy to make it all look like him.
