#nsfl

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.

Takes place in the 1970s or maybe the late 1960s. Could also take place in the 80s and early 90s I suppose, but Strade would probably be able to get away with his crimes for longer in the 70s and late 60s.

Basic idea: Strade is a serial killer with a serious case of wanderlust who delights in traveling the vast, sprawling countries of Canada and the USA in his trusty van, always preferring to take the scenic routes, and lesser known byways to find small out of the way towns so he can discover the hidden charms and simple beauty of the people who live there. During his brief stay in these towns he will go out of his way to take in the local colour and experience everything these quaint little places have to offer (including their seedy underbellies), he'll strike up friendly conversations with the locals and learn where the best restaurants and bars are, taste the local food, drink the local brews, see landmarks unique to the area and generally seek out as many new experiences with as many new people as he can before hitting the open road once again, never staying in one place for too long and never knowing exactly where his next destination will be. But he doesn't leave empty handed of course, Strade always makes sure to take at least one Souvenir with him along for the ride and usually it's a terrified bound and gagged victim who never suspected the friendly stranger with the funny German accent could do something like this… but other times it's just a cheap little chachki like a fridge magnet or bottle opener. :D

Ren is his young traveling companion of course! Ren was hitchhiking up in nothern Canada somewhere, having run away from his abusive foster parents and Strade just happened to see him on the side of the road. Ren looked so vulnerable and down on his luck that Strade just couldn't resist giving him a lift. Unexpectedly Stade became endlessly obsessed with this young man and decided to "keep" him…forever. They've been traveling "buddies" ever since! So in this AU Ren has obviously still been kidnapped, horribly tortured, abused, raped, emotionally and psychologically manipulated, has terrible trauma related mental illnesses like Stockholm syndrome etc. but he takes a MUCH more active role in Strade's crimes and is his unwilling? but sometimes willing? (it's very complicated) accomplice. For example: Ren doesn't participate and will not participate in hurting, killing, torturing or raping Strade's "souvenirs" unless Strade forces him to, however Ren does purposely act as "bait" and will use his disarming short stature, handsome youthful appearance, and overtly cheerful nature to befriend people and introduce them to Strade knowing full well what might happen to them (But remember: Strade doesn't always kidnap/torture/kill people every time, he has to meet the right person or have a golden opportunity. For example; sometimes he'll just give hitchhikers a ride and let them off wherever they want to go, never knowing that had they interested Strade a bit more they might have been one of his victims…) Ren will even outright lie to people that he knows Stade will like with the promises of money, drugs, "a good time" or however he has to deceive, to get them to meet "his friend Strade." Ren also helps Strade dispose of the victim's bodies, which are "gotten rid of" in a variety of ways. I want the line of sympathy and compassion to be blurred for Ren, he is absolutely a victim, he does these things partly because some part of him knows if Strade has another victim with him, he won't be hurt as much, he does it also because he's been brainwashed and he's under the delusion that everything they're doing together is romantic somehow, that it's a rare type of love that few will ever know, etc. etc. But I think another part of him does get off on the fact that he finally has the power to control the destinies of other people by giving them to Strade, because in his own life he's never had any control over his own destiny, ever and he wants to feel powerful for once. And true power is of course power over other people. I also think there were a few times where Strade didn't actually have to force Ren to do anything to his victims, Ren took the lead without even being told to…or something like that! I'm just spitballin' here. But it should be horribly messy, sad, awful, filled with insoluble contradictions, tragedies and ruined lives.

Stade's Murder Van is a very common make and model but has a heavily modified interior in the back that's basically like his basement in cannon. It's soundproofed of course to muffle the cries and screams of his victims (Strade usually doesn't like gags that silence people, but will use them for practical purposes, he much prefers gags that hold people's mouths open.) He's got his special tools. He's got medical supplies to help his victims last longer. He's got cleaning supplies to clean up the inevitable mess. He has various custom made steel shackles, chains and collars that can be affixed to several points inside the van so he can bind and position his victims in any way he wants while they remain helpless. He has a custom made tri folding mattress / bed when he needs to sleep in the van or wants to get "intimate" with a victim or Ren, it's kinda cramped when it's all folded out and set up but Strade finds it very cozy! I imagine he has fake license plates and can make fake license plates to more easily blend into whatever state or province he happens to be in at the time, I think he'd also change up the paint job every couple of months to really throw off the law! Despite his attempts to make his van blend in to avoid notice by the cops he has an obnoxious and somewhat distinctive custom horn sound that sounds like this lol. Pretty obvious, but Strade is / was a mechanic by trade in this AU and can preform all of his own repairs too.

Strade loves to take polaroids in this AU! Since there's no camera phones, or digital cameras and film cameras are out of the question since he doesn't want these pictures to be seen by prying eyes! He considers himself an Amateur photographer and loves to take photos of nearly everything! Selfies, pictures of Ren when he's sleeping, landmarks, wildlife, monuments, pictures of a good restaurant meal, pictures of the sky, everything! He especially delights in taking pictures of his victims "before" "during" and "after" and takes great pleasure in showing off these photos to new "souvenirs" causing them great distress. He keeps them all in a locked briefcase. Maybe he sells some of these horrible photos to like underground snuff/gore/bondage/fetish magazines for some extra cash, since you know the deep web isn't a thing in the 1970s lol.

Where does Lawerence fit in? I dunno exactly. Maybe he was a potential victim. "The one that got away…" Maybe Ren convinced Strade not to turn him into a "souvenir" and they all just got high on weed together in the back of the Murder Van for a couple of hours lol. Maybe Law turned the tables and drugged them or kicked both their asses and stole a bunch of their shit and just left. I can't see Law joining them, he's too antisocial and would hate traveling, but I can see them meeting if only briefly. Maybe they're up really late at night and just cruising around in the van and see Law just laying in a cemetery all by himself. Ren thinks he's a ghost and tells Strade to keep driving, Strade laughs pulls over and tries to talk to him. Law just looks at him sighs and walks away disappearing into the shadows, never to be seen again. They both remember this encounter for the rest of their lives. :)

The only way I can see this AU ending is Ren shooting Strade in the head and turning himself into the cops, tearfully confessing to everything and getting put in prison for the rest of his life. ;))))

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