#sadistic reader

Silvan's toes desperately reached for the table beneath him to stop his suspended body from the slight sway he'd been caught in. His feet could just barely touch the surface but not enough to ground himself so he could get a feeling for his surroundings. All he knew for certain was that there were eyes on him, many hungry eyes leering at his naked body. He pulled on the ropes again in a weak and futile attempt to get free that only resulted in him bouncing a little bit and losing the only ground he'd gained. His naked body writhing in the dark surrounded by vampires and waiting fearfully for your wrath to come down.

Silvan knew better than to look down on vampires, truly he did. But being your most cherished pet and beloved doll made him feel like he was above everything else in this world, like he was second only to you. It was no wonder he looked down on the servants the same way a member of nobility might have. He had refused to let one of the servants touch him, even pulling away and acting disgusted, and he had done it in front of you. Now he was awaiting your punishment in front of the very servants he had dared to look down on.

Just as he was about to fight and squirm in the bonds again he heard the door creak open and he could feel your overwhelming presence. You turned on the lights with a flick of your wrists exposing Silvan to the warm glow of candlelight and allowing him to see the servants all staring at him. Behind you was another servant with a suitcase who walked in front of you to prepare something on the other side of the room. You looked over Silvan briefly before completely ignoring him in favor of going somewhere he couldn't see.

Before he could even try to turn around his body was lowered and he dropped to his knees. One of the servants he had insulted grabbed him by his hair pulling it roughly to drag his body where he was supposed to go. Even though you were watching Silvan felt a twinge of fear and tried to squirm and pull away from the man. This only earned him a tighter grip on his short hair pulling it so hard if he fought he would surely tear it out as the vampire's superior strength forced him to move into position.

There were already tears in his eyes when he saw you again but he wanted to cry even more when you didn't even look at him. Had he been too bad? Had you actually fallen out of love with him? Before these thoughts could really take hold his body was untied allowing him a brief moment to relax his muscles. Well if he hadn't immediately started groveling. He grabbed your suit jacket pulling on the corner of it desperately.

"I'm sorry- I'm so so sorry sir. Please I can be good. Please. Please don't throw me away." His voice was cracked and his arms were trembling.

You gave him a cold look but you didn't brush him away. You reached your cold nimble fingers under his chin and forced him to look into your eyes. "Today we'll be evaluating your worth."

Silvan shivered at your words, heart racing with fear and anxiety. And then you pulled away from him again. He was forced onto a new table on his back as vampires latched his arms down to the cold metal slab. Was he being dissected? Was he being drained? The questions quickly left his mind as his legs were forcefully spread and his wet cunt was exposed to the entire room. He squeaked and began to squirm, trying in vain to close his legs as heat spread to his face. The vampires spreading his legs ignored his squirming with little effort as they forced him into stirrups and latched him into them with sturdy leather straps.

Silvan opened his mouth to ask what was happening but before he could a leather muzzle was forced over his mouth to shut him up and lock his head in place. He couldn't look down between his legs and he couldn't see you or the servants anymore, his eyes were fixed on the ceiling. He heard the sound of latches opening before the room was quiet for what felt like an eternity.

Finally there was the sensation of your familiar cold fingers touching his chest, you squeezed the fat of his chest.

"Note the small plush breasts of the human, his body had a higher amount of estrogen during his developmental years. They might be small but they're very sensitive." You spoke clinically and clearly so everyone in the room could hear you.

Your fingers moved from just squeezing his breasts to rubbing a small slow circle around his areola. "His areola aren't incredibly big but they are a bit puffy. It makes it easy to bite into and feed on his breasts."

Your fingers moved from his areola to finally thumb at his nipples, still slow and deliberate. "His nipples are incredibly sensitive and turn pink very quickly when you play with them."

Silvan had been enjoying the foreplay and the clinical approach to his body, your soothing voice lulling him into a sense of comfort. Just having your hands on him made him feel better, really. He'd basically forgotten the situation he was in as quickly as you started speaking.

"Please come play test the sensitivity for yourselves."

Your words brought him immediately back to where he was and that he was surrounded by people he had insulted and looked down on. People who could easily hurt him. Foreign hands found their way to his chest. One hand rubbing his areola and examining the puffiness you had described, another hand pinched his nipple so hard he let out a muffled cry. His cheeks were immediately hot and the tears that had subsided returned. More fingers flicked and pulled and twisted and rubbed his hard sensitive nipples until they were standing rock hard and swollen. One hand started to dig a claw into his already sore chest and he tried to cry into his muzzle again.

"As you can see now his nipples are a nice bright pink. Would you two like to take a drink?"

"Thank you, sir." The voice was that of one of the servants he had tried to pull away from.

Silvan tried to squirm and fight the bonds holding him to the table but it was pointless and his body didn't budge a bit. He could feel the cold tongue of one vampire swirl around his perky nipple before the bud fell between his teeth and he pulled on it hard. Silvan screamed against his muzzle, back arching to follow the pulling before he fell back against the cold table. He was already quietly sobbing when another mouth went right to sucking hard on his nipple and he let out a louder sob. Foreign vampire hands forced his body to remain pressed against the table as both vampires finally bit into his sensitive flesh. Silvan screamed and sobbed and tried so hard to thrash about but it was all pointless. No matter how many bratty little fits he tried to throw he would get no mercy.

As soon as both vampires left with their fill leaving your pet whimpering and panting you stepped in. "Its funny to see a human act so foolishly isn't it? To see them act like their only purpose for existing isn't to be food for their superiors. Humans are prone to foolish ideas."

Silvan's cheeks were burning with embarrassment and shame at your words and his vulgar display of disobedience. Meanwhile your hand moved to his hairless cunt, fingers pressing into his mound to expose how slick his folds had already become to the audience.

"Despite its pathetic protesting you can see here the human is slick almost dripping wet."

Silvan could feel a room full of eyes now on his soaking folds and glistening t-dick. His thighs flexed against the binds trying to hide himself from view.

"As you can see here the human has an enlarged clitoris from the supplements of testosterone it takes regularly. This makes the area more sensitive and increases the human's libido. Would you like to test the sensitivity?"

Silvan's hips squirmed even though his pussy was actively betraying him by getting even wetter. His face was so hot with shame and embarrassment, he didn't want them to touch him there. But of course he had no say, a human has no say in what a vampire decides to do to them.

You kept his pussy spread open so his t-dick remained nice and exposed while he heard shifting and the sound of metal clinking. He tried to shift his legs and pull his hips away when suddenly he felt something cold and painful run along his clit. He cried sobbing pathetic squeals into his gag as his legs kicked into the air. His cunt was dripping despite his pathetic display, his juices falling onto the floor underneath him. He could hear the vampires laughing and he desperately wished you would let him close his legs and hide.

"So sensitive. This human is masochistic in nature, the perfect type to be a play thing. If only we could beat that snotty personality out of him. Would any of you like to try?"

Silvan's brain screamed no but he knew it was hopeless. In all his years of being property he'd never felt more helpless and objectified than right now. A hand slipped up his sensitive folds to brush against his clit, it rubbed a slow circle before slapping him right on his poor little nub. He wailed into the gag, body fighting so hard against the binds he was going hurt himself. A few hands held his body still while the hand at his cunt slapped his clit again. He was forced to stay still and sob as he earned slap after slap from a multitude of different hands. He knew his cunt must have been puffy and red from abuse and he prayed for your mercy but he didn't receive it.

Someone's fingers ran along his folds pushing the hood of his t-dick back and then he felt the sharp sensation from before and he jumped. A voice penetrated his ears through the cloud of pain and panic, whispering "does it hurt?". He nodded desperately hoping that would make them happy enough to stop. The room filled with laughter. "don't lie you want to cum don't you?" another voice chimed in. Again he nodded and again they laughed. "cum." it was an order from the superior beings and his body recognized it deeply. Another slow draw of the metal object's sharp points along his sensitive clit followed quickly by a sharp slap that had him howling in pain. His body spasmed as his pussy came so hard he squirted onto the floor.

"The human's useless cum spraying from its abused cunt like it should." You mocked, finally pulling your fingers away and letting his pussy rest.

Well that's what he naively believed unaware that while he caught his breath you were grabbing something new.

"What hole should we examine first?" Huh? What did you mean? The crowd of vampires resounded with his cunt.

Silvan felt the sensation of something like rubber against his sensitive pussy and your cold skin radiating through it. Your gloved fingers slowly slipped into his tight dripping hole. One finger slowly pushing his tight walls open, then two, a sensation enough to get him turned on again but not enough to be really pleasurable. You were so cold and clinical as your fingers pressed into his walls pushing his cunt open. And then as quickly as you had been there you were gone, cold metal taking your place. You pushed the tip of something into his tight hole to hold him open.

"With this you'll be able to see all the way to the human's womb. Its not regulated to reproduce but that doesn't stop its body from craving seed. Please look."

You began to do something that pushed his tight walls open, and open, and open. The stretch of his pussy felt familiar but foreign at the same time. The thing inside of him was pushing him so open that it burned but he didn't feel the relief of being full. Silvan realized his deepest parts were being spread open for the entire crowd to see, his cunt was being held open with a speculum that you kept spreading. He went to squirm and sob again but once again hands were holding him still. He wanted to close his legs and beg everyone to not look at him, he'd never felt so exposed and embarrassed in his entire life. He felt fresh hot tears down his cheeks.

"I can understand your excitement everyone. Don't worry we'll allow a demonstration of how well his womb takes cum... First let's also examine his colon."

Silvan sobbed weakly against his muzzle losing his strength to fight to the shame and hopelessness of the situation. Your fingers were spreading his ass the same way you'd opened his cunt and it was all just to get another metal tip inside him. His breathing was heavy as he broke down sobbing uncontrollably as both of his holes were spread open to the entire staff. No one would ever look at him the same way again and he knew it.

He had mistakenly believed himself to be on par with you, your pet but almost your equal. In reality this was all he was, a set of holes for anyone to use. He wasn't even above other humans, he was sure if he was still in his village he would be the wife of a human being treated like a breeding cow to make more livestock for vampires. He was lucky that you were his owner and you graced him with a semblance of dignity and respect. You were just showing him how performative it really was.

Both his cunt and ass had been stretched past what he thought he would be able to take. You said something else to the other vampires but Silvan couldn't hear it anymore. The light had left his eyes and he laid there obediently as vampires each took turns stuffing their thick cocks into his hole. He let out the occasional whimper as a hand came down to slap his clit or ass and his hips jumped.

You finally came into his vision and you gently pet some of his hair that had stuck to his tear stained face. "Do you remember your position?"

Silvan looked at you lazily and he nodded slowly. You leaned down and kissed his forehead as two vampires started working their cocks into his spread pussy. Silvan teared up but he didn't fight anymore, accepting the pain and pleasure as he was stretched even more open. More vampires surrounded him, hands finding his still sore tits to grope, abuse, and feed on. You undid his muzzle and then moved away from his line of sight as yet more vampires came to bite his lips and neck or even lick at his tears.

It was more intense than any party he'd been involved in. Everytime he started trying to go to sleep or completely zone out they would use the pointy wheel against his sensitive t-dick or nipples. He had to remain completely present even while his body was drained and every hole was stuffed so full of cum. They had removed the speculums so it wouldn't make a mess all over the floor but cum was still dripping from his holes. His entire body was red and sore from being slapped and bitten and prodded. His poor cunt was absolutely swollen and his t-dick was constantly throbbing. Silvan didn't even know how many times he'd cum from everything but he knew it had been a lot.

You spoke again from somewhere farther from him. "This human... Do you think he's worth it?"

There was a resounding yes sir from the staff and Silvan let out a little embarrassed whimper. A few servants gently helped him out of his restraints and onto his wobbly legs. They guided him until he was next to you and your arm wrapped around him to hold him up.

"Anything you would like to say, Silvan?"

...

Yeah that never happened. No matter how many "strangers" on the internet he talked to, most of them were either just roleplaying or lived too far away for it to be a realistic goal.

And then he became just too old to be calling himself a cat"boy" anymore, 36 and working as an errand boy in some random low profile company, he was even starting to have a hard time in the REGULAR dating pool.

He settled for just watching others get mauled in red rooms online while cutting himself, that's basically just masturbation for freaks. Becoming a frequent viewer in this new up and coming "streamer", there was something about this new one that just captivated him, he was oddly chatty, and flirty with his viewers.

Trevor never missed a new stream until after a particularly bad date left him too sad to join in.

He thought that might be the one, he really did. Charming, tall, sweet, he was everything he could've asked for…until…he saw the scars on Trevor's arm and immediately freaked out, feeling disgusted, bile growing in the back of his throat, as he called him names almost knocking the table in the process, then leaving him stranding and alone in that little bar.

Trevor cried himself to sleep, that man was perfect, of course he wouldn't want something damaged like him.

He logged back in the red room website the following day, thanking god it was a Saturday and he wouldn't have to go to work, hoping to find some distraction from the horrid date he had, when suddenly, he noticed that he had a notification in his inbox, a message request.

"Hey, you didn't show up yesterday. I missed you"

from you. his favorite streamer.

He was starstruck, really couldn't believe his eyes, he couldn't help but feel a bit flustered at that, you remembered him. you missed him.

Act cool act cool, he thought, couldn't miss this opportunity to talk to you.

"Sorry, I was a bit too tired to appear yesterday."

"It's fine, just wondered why my chat was more quiet yesterday lol"

"It's alright, I'm really excited for today's stream tho"

"Nah, I dont feel like streaming today. Your pfp is cute tho, I like that movie too"

And just like that the two of you started to chat. and chat. and chat. Almost everyday.

First, movies. You revealed to him you were quite fond of certain extreme movies and even took some as inspiration for some of your torture sections. He, of course, was the only one who noticed it.

Second, cutting. Trevor one day casually mentioned he sometimes cuts himself, not for any reason in particular he just sometimes does it.

"It feels nice honestly, always a hassle to clean up the blood but yk, its worth it hehe"

He figured, since you literally torture people for a living, you would be okay with it.

"Next time you do it show me a picture baby <3"

Oh. Oh! Yeah you were the one. He hurriedly make a long, fat reaching cut across his thigh and even scratched your name on the other, sending you a picture with a little too many filters.

God he was beautiful, his sickly pale skin in contrast to the beautiful red of his blood was really the highlight of your day, despite the filters you could still clearly see the many, MANY other scars he has across his thighs. You really just wanted to reopen all those scars yourself.

Third, video calls, on days you didn't stream you decided to chat with him, of course you still kept your face hidden but now you could finally see his face in its all glory. Sad eyes, cat ears, blonde short hair, god he was perfect you just couldn't wait to finally have him.

…

You decided to meet up in a café, just to chat, as you have told him. He ended up showing up 30 minutes earlier out of nervousness, and its a miracle he even was able to get there this early given how many outfits changes he had, how many times he fixed his hair, and how long he spend pondering what gift he should bring. He settled for a new hunting knife.

He shifted nervously in that chair as he stayed alone, his mind conjuring every bad possible thing that could happen during the date. The worst one being u just never showing up at all.

"Hey there, you came early"

Thankfully, right on time your showed up. Face somewhat covered by a cap and a face mask but he could notice the smile thanks to the crinkle of your eyes.

"I don't like being late" he giggled nervously, face red and flushed.

You sat down across from him "I honestly expected to wait here an hour, people your age aren't exactly punctual"

Oh. Right. He forgot he lied about his age. You blindly believed he was a 24 year old who just happened to age a bit poorly, you didn't mind it of course, he was still gorgeous in your eyes, with the white shirt and light brown cardigan perfectly fitting his smaller frame.

You listened to him, you saw him, you indulged in similar thing as him and even complemented each other with the sadist/masochist relationship. He really couldn't think he could fall any harder for you.

"Hey, it's getting a bit late isn't it? I heard there's a pretty park nearby, I could take you there if you wa-"

"YES! uh-yes.. yes please"

You smiled, perfect.

"Let's just order one last drink to go and then we'll walk there"

He nodded and briefly excused himself to the bathroom while you added an extra little ingredient to his coffee.

As you two walked, you watched as his movements slowed down, getting sloppy.

"You're probably just tired" You offered with a smile, oh so kindly offering to guide him back to your car to drive him home.

He looked better tied up and in your trunk anyways.

…

When he woke up his head was pounding, he was confused, last thing he remembered was walking with you before everything went dark.

He looked around, he saw that he was on top of a dirty old mattress with many…mysterious fluids on there. He tried leaving it but noticed his ankle was shackled to a pretty decent looking pipe.

Then, he finally recognized the room he was in.

He was in the same room your used to torture people in your movies.

And god.

He truly was in love now.

...

You would use Bruno's obsessive love towards you to your advantage, knowing that he wouldn't say no to you if you put him in this predicament. Asking him to model nude for you and his eyes lighting up that you asked him over anyone else, him willingly showing you his naked body...But he doesn't know your concept yet.

So when you grab ahold of him and tie these intricate knots against his tanned skin, making sure that certain areas were emphasized and knots you made were rubbing against him so teasingly before putting him in such a lewd position, even making a ladder with thin string on his cock. Then you went to your station next to him, looking down to him with a smile.

"Try not to move, okay~?"

Oh, the fire that burned in Bruno's loins as he whimpers at how you stared at him, how your gaze burned into his most sensitive parts and how you so diligently paint him with the very hands he adored. He could feel his cock twitch to life, like you suspected it would and brought the ladder you made on his cock to life. Him getting hard was a mistake for him, as now your eyes stared at his erect cock and painting it out made him squirm in his position and whimper as drops of precum ran down the sides of his cock.

"Oh, Amore...Amore~" Bruno would pant breathlessly, his hips wanting to buck upwards but restrained by your skillful knots. You casually took out a clean brush from your kit and balanced it in between your fingers as you hummed. "Oh...I wonder what I should do next?...Something isn't putting this all together."

And let your arm reach to Bruno's cock and use the tip of the paintbrush to teasingly brush against his cock. Making him whimper and struggle against your shibari knots. You 'hummed' and 'wondered' as you continuously teased him with the paintbrush until tears were in his eyes.

"O-Oh, god! P-Please! Y-You're teasing me too much! F-Fuck, please Amore~!"

"Oh, that's a good expression. Maybe that'll help." You took the paintbrush away and went to work as Bruno's teary eyes, drooling mouth, twitching body, and poor edged cock made the perfect subject for your painting. Maybe you'll be kind and take out the vibrator you packed with you, wrapping it around Bruno's cock and buzzing it against him as he cried and squirmed at the pleasure until ropes of his thick cum spurted out. All while you worked, smiling at the sight but not turning off the vibrator as he was getting milked.

"A-AH! Fuck~! Fuck! A-Amore! Amore! Oh, god! I-I want you! P-Please! Fuck! A-Amoreeee!"

But your torture doesn't stop there. Skillfully multitasking, while painting your canvas your other hand took the brush out again and started brushing it against Bruno's slit. Making him struggle and moan out even more, his head thrown back as his cock was so sensitive but still pulsed for you. Hell, you might even get some extra cum out of him until he falls to the side, fucked out and covered in his own cum when you finally turn off the vibrator.

"We still have another two hours left. I wonder what other things I can sketch out in the meantime~"

And all Bruno did was whimper and mumble out in a lusted daze.

    "I don't want to get dirty."

    "Hmm."

    "Plus the rim is tied on too tight."

    "You mean the lug nuts? I mean I guess I can be there in about 15," he sighed and you could imagine the eye roll that went with it.

    “It’s okay. Iwaizumi is helping me.”

    “Iwa-chan is there?”

    “Isn’t he nice? I will have to buy him lunch to say thank you.” You turned your back on the man loosening the lug nuts on your front passenger side tire. “He is so strong. I guess it is because of all that volleyball from college, huh?”

    “Where are you?”

    “It happened pretty close to work, we were both on the way out. Luckily I left before Iwaizumi today! What a hassle,” you sighed, turning back to face him and give him a small wave of encouragement. He raised an eyebrow but continued in silence.

    “I’m on my way.”

    “No need. It will be changed before you can get out here.”

    “I’m on my way.” The tone of his voice had changed just as you knew it would.

    “Did you want me to take a photo, Tooru?” Iwaizumi looked up before looking back down at the tire. He pulled out his own phone from his back pocket. While he was distracted you took the photo. The car nor the tire made an appearance, instead you zoomed in on your boyfriend's childhood friend. You made sure to catch the shimmer of sweat on his biceps. “Did you get it?”

    “He is clueless. Did he see you take that?”

    “Of course not,” you giggled at Iwaizumi’s questioning look.

    “Did it work out okay? Tell him he doesn’t need to come out. I am almost done,” he spoke out of the corner of his mouth as he tried to rub his nose without getting grease on it.

    “Ha! You are too cute Iwaizumi!” Upon hearing a growl from the opposite end of your call, you continued, “Do you need to use my hand? I will lend it to you so you don’t get dirty.”

    Iwaizumi looked up at you and scowled before whispering, “Don’t get me involved in your weird kinks.”

    “What was that? You can’t whisper in my ear while I’m talking on the phone, I won’t be able to hear you.”

    This time the growl came from the man on his knees by your car. He attempted to ignore you, though that was no easy task. “I wasn’t near you. Don’t give him ideas,” he mumbled with a glare.

    “Iwaizumi said not to bother coming. He’s got this.”

    “I’m almost there, I will be five minutes or so,” he snapped. “Tell him to go home.”

    “He said you can go home?” You shrugged with a glint of laughter in your eyes.

    “Are you serious?! I am already here and I’m a mess. I am not going home now. Tell him we can meet back at your place and to stop being so impatient.”

    “What can I say? I guess he doesn’t have any trust for the two most important people in his life. Maybe we should just go ahead and prove him right?” Your grin spread without haste before turning into laughter as the man on the other end of the phone demanded to talk to the one changing the tire, “I guess, but I will have to place it up to his ear so my phone doesn’t get dirty. Is it okay to touch Iwaizumi?”

    “What the fuck?" Iwaizumi's head snapped up with enough intensity to make a cracking sound. He grimaced from the pain as he rubbed his neck.

    "Oh no, Iwaizumi's hurt his neck! I have to give him a backrub, it's the least I can do. Talk to you later!” You hung up the phone, ignoring the protests coming from the other end before throwing it into your bag. You leaned against the silver vehicle, tapping your foot as you watched. "Are you almost done?"

    "It would have been done by now if there wasn't so many interruptions," he frowned, screwing the lug nuts into place on the spare tire. "What happened to my back rub?"

    "Don't be a pussy." You laughed as his face tinted pink with anger, "I'm kidding! Thank you, I owe you lunch for this."

    "It's whatever."

    "It's whatever," you agreed, tussling his dark spiked hair. "You really are good people, Iwaizumi."

    "I thought you were kidding about the massage!" It was Oikawa. He had his hands on his hips, a pout on his lips. "Seriously, Iwa-chan! I leave you alone for two minutes."

    "What? What did I do? I am just being a good friend, Trashykawa!"

    "It's true," you smiled with with complete innocence. "He's such a good friend."

    "I hate you," Oikawa spat before circling his arms around you, crushing his lips hard against yours. "Stop fucking around with Iwa-chan. Let's go."

    "I'm going home-" Iwaizumi grunted before stomping off and slamming his car door. He poked his head out of his Jeep’s window, "-and don't call me this weekend. I won't answer!"

    "How rude!" Oikawa's mouth was open, one hand on his hip as he watched his friend speed away. "Are you okay?"

    "I'm fine. I'll get a new tire tomorrow."

    "Are you done being a bitch?"

    "Hmm, but Tooru, you are the one being a bitch here," you snickered before being pulled into an embrace, "Are you okay?"

    "I'm better now-" he breathed in deep, inhaling your scent from your hair; it was the lavender conditioner he had bought you, "-but I still hate you."