#b3g_cry

[butterbabyflapjack]

I keep running into you when reading fanfics, it's pretty funny

I initially found you through your dark souls works (which I love <3). I recently got into btd/tpof, so of course, I hopped on ao3 and started reading and stumbled onto B3G_CRY, read through it in one go, thought "man this is really good I wonder if the author wrote anything else" and upon seeing your username went "YOU AGAIN!"

Anyways, really appreciate all your work! I saw you're writing original fiction now and that's really cool, so good luck with that too!! Hope you have a good day :]

😂I love this! And apparently we have some fav fandoms in common so we are now fandom besties I decided it

[hiskillingjar]

I don't know if this is weird enough, but I’m an acousticophiliac. I am wildly excited by the sound of chainsaws, the closer and longer I am to the sound, the more horny I become. oh, if Strade held my face over his table saw or sat on me with a chainsaw in his hands... I wonder how he'll react to how wet it makes me :3

what is this, a crossover episode? 🎥📼

1800+ words, cw for canon typical rape n violence, rough object insertation and slurs. it's a chat, what do you expect?

mountthep: come on yr being WAY too nice with this one. easily convinced by some good pussy huh??? crustykilljoy: YAAA I WANNA SEE SOMETHING FUCKED UP!!!! XD woundfucker: you freaks have no sense of fucking tension lmao. is this your first stream or something?? mountthep: if i wanted to see tension i would have stayed in film school faggot

You let out a muffled shriek as your slack body was thrown over a metal table, the firm hand in your hair and the heavy body above yours pinning you down and keeping you still against it.

You had been put through hell for the last few hours, and that was putting it lightly.

Your head was spinning from the myriad of oozing cuts all over your body, ranging in depth (some papercut shallow, others worryingly deep), burning like a fire and streaming rivulets of blood down your sweaty, pallid skin. Your legs were trembling from the amount of effort it was taking just to hold yourself upright, and though you tried to adjust yourself against the table, give yourself some degree of relief, it was to no avail.

Strade wouldn’t give you any opportunity to move, to resist him, for even a second.

"Heh, you guys are a riot tonight!" He chuckled behind the mask covering his face, permitting him an anonymity that you were not allowed (you had long figured that you weren't getting out of this alive, though, so what did you care about anonymity?) "Look, I know most of you don't have a little thing called patience, but please, try to, for me? I'll be sure to reward you if you do~"

crustykilljoy: ASDFSXFCGD ME NEXT ME NEXT HEHEHEHEHE <3333 [woundfucker PAID 200 tokens] wirehead92: way to feel vindicated woundfucker lmao Anon: wait isn't that like 2k?? dollygirl: he's dropped 20k in one livestream before. he's the only guy B3G_CRY actually takes reqs from. woundfucker: git good brokie :) how about you turn that saw on big guy, see her really start to squirm??

"Now, that's not a bad idea," Strade praised approvingly, speaking to the blinking red eye of the camera behind you, its gaze fixed on your lashed backside, bruises and blood painting a canvas of pain, and your bound ankles. "High risk, high reward, eh, ‘woundfucker’?"

You mindlessly murmured a slurred question into your thick, duct tape gag, trying to look behind your shoulder as Strade shifted to your left and leaned down.

You then heard the click of a switch, before the sharp, dangerous, rotating-too-fast-to-be-seen-by-the-naked-eye saw blade, mere inches from your head, started to whir and buzz and vibrate.

Your once hazy eyes widened instantly, blood shot and filled with unshed tears, and you tried, instinctually, to jerk backwards in spite of your bindings, away from the imminent danger in front of you, but Strade kept you pinned still with a gruff laugh.

"Haha, woah there!" He said, moving the hand in your hair to the back of your neck, keeping your head pinned down to the cool, metal table. "Don't squirm so much, buddy, or you're going to cause an accident!"

Your entire body started to tremble erratically like a trapped animal, tears now fully streaming down your cheeks as you watched the saw, unable to watch anything else. When you were this close, you could see the slightest scrape of metal on metal causing jumping sparks, not big enough to hurt you or pose any major threat, but enough to prove to you that it was very real, that the saw could and would hurt you if you didn’t stay still.

The table was positively vibrating underneath you, making the sound that much louder and rocking you right to your very core.

A core that was stirring and tightening painfully, making your thighs clench together and a whimper curl from your gagged lips.

Anon: hold up is she getting turned on??? mountthep: lmao what a slut, no wonder her ass got kidnapped dollygirl: not the first won’t be the last :) crustykilljoy: STICK SOMETHING UP THERE ASDFFNFKIIJJJJ :333 FILL THAT CUNT!!!

"Hm?" Strade hummed casually, keeping your head pinned down but moving his body away from yours. "Is that right?"

You felt his warm touch trace over your cunt then, as if inspecting it, and you couldn't stop yourself from moaning when his fingers rubbed the dripping wet of your slit thoughtfully.

"Ahhh, and here I thought you weren’t enjoying yourself.” He crooned with a sick grin (you didn’t even need to look at him to see it) as he slid a finger inside you, his calloused thumb rubbing a tight circle against your clit and making you squeak and shiver all the more. “What is it, sweet thing? You don’t like the saw? You don’t like me showing off your pussy to all my guests?”

"Mmph...mmm," You groaned into your gag, pressing your hot face into the cold metal and feeling the thrumming vibrations of the buzzsawcut right through you.

“Yeeeah, I don't think you mind it, do you, fraulein?” He said, somehow even softer (as if he was speaking just for you) as he slid a second finger inside of you with ease and hooked them, curling them and rubbing them slowly against your insides while he teased your clit, making your legs clench up even tighter. “No, no, I don't think you mind it at all, actually…”

You couldn't stop yourself from pressing your hips back, chasing after more of those nice, slow touches, the only modicum of pleasure you had felt after hours and hours of pain.

This should have been your breaking point, you thought for a fleeting moment, this should have been the thing that made you cuss and scream and vomit all over his boots (forcing him to seal your mouth up with thick tape, stuck in your hair, sure to be painful if he ever tried to remove it), but it felt like more of a relief to be violated, to be raped, than it did to be hurt.

You would have gladly accepted this kind of torment over any other, given the choice.

[crustykilljoy PAID 10 TOKENS] mounttp: you dumb bitch!! crustykilljoy: PLEEEEEEASE PLEASE RAPE HER PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE ADNFNFJJJ XD I WANNA SEE IT SO BADDDDDD ME NEXT ME NEXT mountthep: im going to fucking kill you next time i see you you fucking cunt dollygirl: crusty woman(?) of the people woundfucker: lol mad your gf is ogling someone else?

"Ooh, danke for the generosity! I'm always happy to appease my newbies," Strade said with a good-natured laugh, ever the charmer, even when the person he was charming wasn’t in the room. "Especially when they're good enough to leave a tip~"

With that, Strade abruptly pulled his fingers out of you and the warm touch of his skin was replaced with something colder and blunt.

As it slowly breached your entrance, your cunt straining to take in the new intrusion, you quickly figured out that it was the handle of a hammer, long and solid without even an inch of flexibility to it.

In spite of the painful sensation, you moaned again, flinching as the edge of the handle dragged against your sensitive insides, providing you with no kind of pleasurable stimulation other than the sheer force of being filled so deeply.

It was painful, dreadfully so, but it paled in comparison to everything else you had gone through that night.

And you knew that you were providing plenty of lubrication for the porous wood to slide inside of you.

"Would you look at that, hm? So slick and wet..." Strade murmured with another dark smile as he pressed the handle a little further inside of you. You might have been disgusted with yourself that there was such little resistance, but you didn't have the mind to feel much of anything anymore, other than a dissociative kind of pleasure. "Christ, you're practically drooling on the cement, hah!"

Strade smoothed the hand through your sweaty hair, then, before idly pressing his groin against your bloody hip, so you felt the initial stirrings of arousal in his trousers.

Typical.

"Nasty, right?" He said, presumably for his chat to hear. "You almost don't feel that bad about raping meat like this." He paused, easing the handle in even further, so deep that you could feel it begin to meet resistance, wood hitting bone and organs while the thick metal head suddenly pressed cold against your aching clit. "Not that I'd feel that bad anyway…"

He then pressed his palm against the head, forcing the hammer even deeper inside (forcing out a pained shriek from you) as he began to grind his hips down against your bloody thigh, stimulating himself while he was torturing you.

Despite your shrieks of pain, you moaned again, your dead eyes fluttering and rolling back into your skull, barely even noticing as he slowly inched your head closer to the whirring saw blade, making the sound that much louder and effecting you so much more heavily.

"Yeah, I think you like the way that thrums, don't you?" He asked, once again lowering his voice (just for you) as he took the head of the hammer in hand and pulled it back, inching the handle out of your aching cunt, before, suddenly, slamming it back inside of you and making you yelp into your gag (making your body squirm even more).

He was probably tearing up your walls, treating your cunt like this, but you had the sense that he probably didn't care that much.

 "I can feel in your body how much you like it." He continued to pull back the hammer and thrust it into you, using it like some kind of demented sex toy, in spite of how painful it was. "Little freak~"

woundfucker: i think her pussys starting to bleed lol wirehead92: yeah i bet you hate that, username woundfucker crustykilljoy: ASDFDFAFSHB HEHEHEHEHE TAKING IT SOOOOO GOOD GOOD GIRL :DDD Anon: Internal bleeding is going to kill her quicker than anything else, though. Boring. mountthep: agreed :P

"Fussy lot tonight, hm?" Strade hummed, pushing in the hammer one last time before pulling his body back completely, reaching down to squeeze his erection with an impatient sigh through his teeth. "You're lucky that I'm kind enough to share this with you, ya know...ah, but I did promise to reward your patience, didn’t I?"

"Hmmph.." You groaned, your body slack and utterly exhausted, as he reached forward and tangled his fingers in your hair again, pressing his hips to the head of the hammer, nudging it into your town up insides even deeper.

"Nothing personal, fraulein," He murmured, caging your body down and speaking to you in a low whisper. "I think we could have had a lot more fun together..."

With that, Strade pushed your head into the whirring teeth of the saw blade.

[rerejunebug]

This is about my BTD OC for Strade?

TW: Online forum, talking to strangers online, kidnapping, age gap

I was talking on discord as usual and a guy DMed me so I checked out the message from a guy with the user B3G_CRY it was weird but it didn't bother me

B3G_CRY: I see you're new in the server liebling?

Coyote_Grrl: yeah I am are you like the owner or smth?

B3G_CRY: No of course not I'm just a fellow member in the server

I respond back feeling scared for some reason but I shake it off with my tail between my legs

Coyote_Grrl: well its nice to meet you B3G_CRY

B3G_CRY: just call me Strade, may I know yours?

Coyote_Grrl: its Ryrc

B3G_CRY: That's really unique I like it

Coyote_Grrl: that's new normally people say that its weird

B3G_CRY: well I'd say they are bastards

It was getting late and it was almost midnight so I was going to be offline

Coyote_Grrl: Its getting late for me I have to go to bed night

B3G_CRY: Goodnight

It has been a year since I started talking to "Strade" He was like my best friend that was 34 and I was 15 and everything was going well...

B3G_CRY: Didnt you say you lived in America?

Coyote_Grrl: Yeah I did

B3G_CRY: How would you like the idea of me coming to see you cause I highly doubt your parents wont let you travel here it being a different state lol

He always teased me about that I told him when I was younger I thought Canada was a state cause the movie Meet the Robinsons

Coyote_Grrl: I would love that Strade

My tail wagged happy to finally meet him that wasn't video call or calling on discord

B3G_CRY: Im glad you love the idea say are you home alone right now?

Coyote_Grrl: Yeah?

My front door knocking while I was in my room then he went offline

Coyote_Grrl: One second someones at my door

I checked the peekhole in the door checking I quickly opened it my tail wagging fast I hopped onto him hugging him

Ryrc: STRADE!

Strade: Theres mein kleiner Kojotenwelpe

I never really knew what he was saying when he spoke or typed German but I learned some from him so I know he was saying my little coyote pup it made my heart flutter

Strade: You wanna get going? Its a long way there?

Ryrc: Yeah lemme tell my parents

Strade started to lie

Strade: its fine I already told them I just said I was your German tutor from the library and we were going to my place but we are actually going to my place we better get going or your parents are going to worry..

He was driving and I fell asleep on the ride after a while of some stops and stuff we were finally there but most of the time I was asleep Strade unbuckled me and pulled me over his shoulder heading to his place when I woke up I found myself chained up and with a shock collar on my neck....

Ryrc: i-is that blood on the floor?! STRADE!

I started crying out for him tears falling from my eyes Strade then walking down the basement stairs

Strade: Oh you're awake now huh pup~

Ryrc: there's something crazy going on I'm chained up and this stupid shock collar is on me

Strade: Don't speak like that towards me didnt you say you would like someone?

He suddenly started shocking me turning up the levels to the point of me crying

Strade: that was just the beginning liebling theres much worse gonna happen next

He turns off the remote setting it down now grabbing a knife heading towards me my tail covering myself

Ryrc: Please don't hurt me Strade this isn't you

Strade: No this is actually me... You actually thought I was a nice guy?

That's when I learned to never talk to strangers online but I'm now used to all the pain and I'm not alone I met one of his victims he also kept Ren is a really nice guy he's not scary or anything we comfort eachother despite both always being tortured me and that foxkin will stick by eachother

Strade, Ryrc, Ren.....= Stockholm Syndrome

(putting this back up cause snuffk1t blocked me! I will rewrite it thooo)

[6-n3k0-m-6]

hey n3k0! me and my shark plush love looking at your blog :) how'd u find out about b3g_cry? (ps the shark's name is snoodle)

Hai!! Im so happy u + shark lik3 my blog!! >w<

4 legal r3asonz Idk what ur talking about buuut i may hav3 learned thro irl friendz LOLz ;3c

[ziemlichblutundtranen]

Willkommen!

The name's B3G_CRY. Streamer, mechanic, beer drinker. We're going to have a lot of fun here.

[xxboneluvrr777xx]

[Spencer was laying in his filthy bed as usual, completely nude and staring at his molding ceiling. He couldn’t sleep. Again. How many nights does this make it now?! She almost wanted to bash her head up against the headboard of her bed as he gave up after the last attempt at going to bed.

Fuck. At least he didn’t have work later.

The beastkin sighed as he sat up, grabbing the pack of cigarettes and lighter on his nightstand as he popped one into his mouth, lighting it and taking a good, long draw from it.

Spencer couldn’t sleep because he was thinking of him again. What she considered her lost “true love”: Strade. They had met at Spencer’s old job: A cashier at a local alternative clothing shop that happened to sell anime merchandise. He was taken on a simple, cute little bar date…then was kidnapped and turned into Strade’s second pet. Well. He considered himself to be more then the German man’s pet, anyway. They had a relationship much much closer then one would think, they almost felt more like passionate lovers then a captor being with his captive.

The younger brunette even willingly helped him with his “movies”, she’d go to the bar with the older man and help him pick out his new victims, then help drag them back to that horrible basement and torture the poor bastards alongside Strade. It’s why he took on the username “BONELUVRR777” in the first place! They were known as B3G_CRY and BONELUVRR777, The cruelest snuff stream duo the dark web has ever see.

…

That was, until Strade’s untimely demise.

Now, Spencer was stuck in this shitty apartment alone and couldn’t sleep because he was getting those horrible flashbacks again; Of watching Strade bleed to death because his newest captive fought back and brutally stabbed him while he and Ren stood around his dying body, dumbfounded on how to help him. How they cleaned up the blood after he died and tried to pretend nothing happened, how they shoved the victims body into the kiln like Strade would of…

How they ripped out and ate his damn heart together…

It haunted him. It haunted him badly. Spencer almost wanted to drive to that old house and drag the German man’s rotten, frozen corpse out of that freezer and give him one last hug…

No. That’s wrong. And weird.

The obsession was still there though. The fact he took most of his weapons and cuddled them at night is enough proof of that. Tonight, it was the same axe the brunette had used to chop up his neighbor just a couple nights beforehand, it was obviously cleaned afterwards as he placed it in-between his breasts and sighed lovingly. If only it was him.

She finally removed it from herself and placed it on the edge of the bed after a few minutes of weirdly cuddling it, he was planning on going to get up and get himself a beer from the fridge when his ears perked up at the sound of a familiar car pulling into the parking lot of the complex. He was going to just ignore it, but curiosity got to the best of him as he quickly went to look out the window that gave him a good view of the parking lot, lifting the blinds as his grey eyes widened when he noticed it.

That…that car sitting there…it looked EXACTLY like Strade’s Car! The color, the way it sounded, he could even make out some of the stickers on it!

Spencer then quickly tried snapping himself into reality, realizing that Ren took some of Strade’s belongings too after they stuffed his body in the freezer. Guess he finally learned how to drive and is just fucking with the other beastkin for shits and giggles now. He almost wanted to text the other and call him a complete dickhead for it, but decided to confront who he thought was Ren in person instead.

Spencer threw on one of his bikini tops and a pair of simple black shorts as he got himself and “Ren” a beer out of the fridge before sliding his beat up Converse’s on and exited his apartment, not bothering to hide his ears and tail as the rest of his neighbors were definitely asleep by now and she could pull some explanation out of her ass anyways if needed.

The brunette fox quickly ran down the steps and ran into the parking lot, making his way to the familiar car with a smirk on his face as he held up the unopened beer to the tinted windows.]

“Ren! You fucking JACKASS! So THIS is how you’re going to reveal to me that you learned how to drive finally?!”

[Spencer playfully yelled at to the other person in the car as he made his way to the drivers window, gently tapping it with his clawed pinky finger while still gripping onto the beer can tightly. He couldn’t see in it well due to the tinted windows, still believing his friend is on the other side.]

“Well, I brought ya a beer if you wanna hang! Your place or mine?”

[Spencer was not prepared at all for what awaited him on the other side when the driver’s window started rolling down…]

@xxboneluvrr777xx

[ Close call. Way too close for comfort. Strade had been too careless this time, which had lead to warm blood pooling on the cold floor of the basement once again, only this time it was him bleeding out. What he had thought was a near death situation became a full on death situation, dire enough for him to depart from this life, at least momentarily. He should've been done for. Yet an old friend from the Nether had somehow granted him one more chance at life. Eventually Strade recovered, gaining consciousness again, but came to realize his pets had escaped. This was something he'd expected from the other fox, but not the other. How long had he been dead?

Long enough for them to move on, apparently. He tried to shrug it off, but couldn't deny missing his favorite pet. Strade wasn't sure he was able to feel affection the same way other people did, which is why this... fondness towards Spencer had surprised him, too. He didn't know what to do with these feelings, all he knew was that he had to get him back. The house felt too empty.

His determination had brought him to his current location, outside of an apartment complex. This had to be it. Strade could recognize his snuff star anywhere, and had managed to track down a person online that had to be no one else but his fox. He considered breaking in and abducting his sleeping beauty, fantasized about it even, but decided it was too risky. Instead he waited nearby in his car. The fox would recognize it for sure. It'd catch him off-guard and give Strade enough time to do his thing. Surprise Spencer. ]

[lord-the-horror]

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Rico belongs to timeladymorillon.

B3G_Cry Belongs to Coffee and internet-cannibal

[world-of-horrors-au]

B3G using that as leverage against Rico. 🤔 B3G: Remember when you begged Liu to cuddle you when you where a werewolf? Rico: I DON'T REMEMBER THAT 🤬. Nina: 👀

HE WOULD

[butterbabyflapjack]

random strade drabble

Cause mmmaaayyyyybe I'm excited for more strade content and had to start scribbling

🔸warnings: sexual content, non-con, mild violence, degredation

He slams your head and back against the wall, stepping in until there’s no room to think. Boxing you in so your squinched-up features are pressed against his groin; what a bad, bad dog. No room to breathe, except to inhale him. His musk, his scent; heady.

Calloused fingers coil in your hair, sending tingles of alarm down your scalp.

Tightening his hold, he drags your lips across the crotch of his pants, along the ridge of his growing erection.

He breathes low, yet like he’s starving.

“I should be patient… I should control myself…”

His fingers constrict, making you wince, though you don’t dare beg him to stop, to in any way try to wriggle free of him.

His amusement's a short fuse. “I don’t like being patient…”

Growling. Bated. Hungry. And for some fucked up reason, you can feel yourself inexplicably getting wet, like some horrible survival instinct is kicking in, like your body knows what he’s after, and that has to be it because there’s no way in hell you want anything he wants too – whatever it is, whatever he ever wants, it terrifies you.

You’d sooner take the shame of your own body’s reaction to him to your grave than anywhere near his realization, but like a shark scenting blood, he must somehow sense it, must somehow see it shrink-wrapped in your eyes, wavering with fear along the edges of your pupils.

He jerks your head back, forcing you to yelp. Reaching down before you can react, just enough to slide a gruff hand down between your legs, and he doesn’t even have to spread you open to feel how you’re already getting slick for him, like some part of you’s senseless, like some part of you wants to be broken.

He chuckles, but the sound is deadly. A wolf before a kill. His gaze is far too close with him leaning down like this.

“Ooh~” he breathes. “You’re impatient, too…”

He watches you; one corner of his lips edged, toying, as your own lips press flat against their tremble.

“You really are special, aren’t you?” he lightly smirks, gaze scraping along your anxious features. “My special little girl… Acting like she doesn’t want this…"

His fistful of hair tightens enough for him to enjoy your pained reaction to it.

"Should I let you keep on pretending?”

[kittenchancorruptionarc]

[Fox’s facade finally dropped to reveal who he REALLY was: Ren Hana, the little fox boy that Strade aka B3G_CRY loved to torment for his own audiences enjoyment. Exactly what Ren was mimicking as Fox. Its come full circle now.

Ren swallowed before stuttering out a familiar username to the both of them, his eyes filled with fear.]

“W-Woundfucker. He’s s-still around.”

[Ren shuddered when he was pulled back against Strade’s now giant chest. Sweat was beading down his face, his breath getting heavier and shakier. He was terrified to see what the fuck chat was saying about this shit.

The beastkin bit his lip before he obeyed the demon behind him, sitting down on the floor like Fox’s obedient pets would.

This isn’t Fox anymore. This is Ren. ]

“Y-Yes sir…w-what now?”

[Ren looked up at Strade, praying to god he wasn’t thinking of doing what he feared he was going to do.]

|It is nothing but a breeze. Soft, but different. Sharper, warmer. Perhaps odorless to any other person besides the subtle hint of sulfur. Hot and burning as it approaches. But to the little thing it’s different. Underneath the foul smell, there is something familiar. Something that promises nothing but blood.|

“You should probably turn your cameras on…”

|It’s nothing but a whisper, husky and heavy and so loud to those sensitive ears. He missed those ears. They are much smaller to him now, fur just ever so slightly grey. A hand, still invisible to the eyes, reaches. It’s much bigger than before. It’s meant to clasp the fox’s nape, but it instead grabs a hold of the back of his entire head. It’s so big. Nails so sharp. But it is still calloused, and it is still warm, and it will always be familiar.|

“They wanna watch. Isn’t that so exciting?”

EVENT: BLAST FROM THE PAST.

———————————————————————

[Fox could feel the breeze, it hit him like a truck. It made him shiver. The stench made his nose wrinkle in disgust at first, until…until he realized how familiar it is. His heart sank. His skin turned so pale he almost looked like a ghost. He couldn’t believe this was happening. “Is this a nightmare? Did I die and this is my personal hell?” He thought to himself. Once he felt that giant, calloused, familiar, disgustingly comforting hand wrap around his neck…he knew it was all too real. It made him want to throw up.]

“G..g..god.”

[There was a shakiness to his voice that’s unfamiliar to his audience, but to this beast? It’s all too familiar.]

“F…fine…I f-fucking…hh..”

[Fox couldn’t keep his facade much longer. He knew this was going to possibly RUIN him. Both figuratively and literally. He would have to do so much to save face after this…

But he doesn’t have a choice. They voted for this. ]

*click!*

[The camera turned on. The microphone turned on. The stream was on. Usually Fox would look happy, excited, cheerful as they turn on…but not tonight. When he heard them turn on, he almost wanted to try to bolt out of the room, but he knew things would get much worse if he tried to.]

“G-Good evening, e-everyone…”

“H-Here’s the “s-special” show with the guest you all voted for…”

[6-n3k0-m-6]

<3

[eat-yourheart]

B3G_CRY►I know it seems bad, but don’t worry about Strade 2 you guys!（*＾-＾*）

B3G_CRY►

B3G_CRY►

B3G_CRY► He’s happier than ever~

[oyasuminto]

Okay so what if Strade had both Pc and Ren captive. Do you think Strade would make videos with the both of them, fucking? Torturing? Fucking and torturing at the same time?

His viewers want to see both of B3G_CRY's pets, and Strade is nothing if not an entertainer.

The audience are used to seeing Ren sniffle and shiver as Strade manhandles him around the basement, but usually when Ren's being stripped it ends with Strade fucking the foxboy until he's sobbing and bleeding.

Today, however, they get to watch as Ren is dumped on the ground, right behind a shackled, handcuffed captive who's been strapped into an ass up, face down position.

The new captive is sobbing, their body breaking out in full-body trembles. Ren feels bad for them, he's been in their position, but his fear of Strade overrides all empathy.

Strade never tells him what's planned for the stream, he wouldn't be able to drink in Ren's expressions of shock, fear, and disgust if he did. Ren's seen the tent in his pants as he forces the foxboy into various humiliating, traumatizing, and life-threatening situations.

That's why Ren resigns himself. He places his hands on the captive's hips, his untrimmed claws causing them to whimper, and lines up his cock.

He apparently hesitates too long for Strade's liking, as the sole of a combat boot strikes him in the lower back, forcing him inside.

God it's been so long since he had his cock in another person.

A horrid gagging, choking sound alerts Ren to the presence of a leash and collar, allowing Strade to force the captive's head up and cut of their air.

Of course. Strade's always enjoyed the sounds of struggle.

Ren's thrusts are sloppy and erratic, unsure if he should get it over with as quickly as possible, or if taking it slow and performing for the faceless audience will let him get away without too many new cuts or bruises.

Then Strade pulls out his trademark hunting knife. The same one that had carved into Ren's body more times than he can count.

Strade's grinning beneath his mask as presses the tip of the blade into his captive's shoulder, watching gleefully as the momentum of Ren's thrusting allows the blade to saw through the flesh. He grows bored quickly, however, and he draws a deep line across their back.

They're screaming now, though it's strained and broken by the too-tight collar and leash still pulled taut in Strade's free hand.

Ren cringes, he can feel some of his fresher wounds still aching with every movement. He's used to it. They aren't.

Strade moves away for a moment, and Ren lets out a breath until he realizes that the larger man is just adjusting the camera, giving the audience a better view.

A sharp yank on his tail alerts Ren to his stilled hips. Blood is dripping down the captive's ass, coming from a variety of deep, red scratches. Ren's claws are embedded in their soft flesh. He returns to fucking them, this time with a clearer mind.

He feels a pang of guilt, but knows that it'll inch him further into Strade's good books. His owner captor likes watching his pets hurt each other.

Ren wonders how long the person beneath him will last. He finds himself hoping that Strade wants them to play together again.

[world-of-horrors-au]

He!!!!!

So I also drew B3G from @world-of-horrors-au cause I have no self control, as well as a glichted out version.

[co-habit-ation]

Hello! Name's Tabbie. Out of curiosity, what in the world is a horror? Is it like my demon cat?

{Ah welcome Tabbie, my name on this blog is {author}.

A Horror is basically a creepypasta such as Laughing Jack, Jane the Killer, or Homicidal Liu. They were born as something else but trauma and tragedy turned them into a Horror.

They are all from an au (@world-of-horrors-au ) by my sorta friend Coffee. Which this blog is based on. The main blog focuses on the post apocalyptic world in America after a war between humans and Horrors killed 1/3 of the population. @vick-is-depressed made a great time-line for the au.

The Horrors were led by Jeff the Killer before the execution of Jane and a subsequent disbanding of the Horrors group.

Specifically the blog follows Briar the Batter, the first Horror to have been born since the war. She lives with Jeff, EJ, LJ, and BEN in the Forest trying to hide from the government. The Forest is kind of like another dimension that's only accessible by Horrors and the Proxies.

The Proxies consist of the Alabama 4 (Hoodie, Masky, Skully/Jay, and Beastie/Alex), Kate the Chaser, Fury the Pantherwolf, and Ticci Toby. Toby is the only known Horror Proxy due to the process basically making him a sadistic yandere.

The Government, despite being very pro on Horrors genocide, has four Horrors that work for them. Homicidal Liu, Nina the Killer, B3G_CRY an original character of Coffee's, and Puppeteer. They are also joined by the loveable mad human scientist Dr. Rico McMallory and Thistle the black shuck.

Then we have my blog! The Warren Horrors; Bloody Painter, Clockwork, and Third Base, all led by the faux God HABIT.

There's also Zalgo, and the King who we haven't seen much of from.

There's actually probably a lot of lore I'm forgetting but binging the blog is worth learning it!

As for your second question, technically nope. You're kitty would be defined as a Beast or demon. }

[world-of-horrors-au]

I know B3G died in a red room but how did he?

Slowly, painfully.

Here's some input from my partner: "B3G was in that man’s captivity for two whole weeks, maybe more. Starved and injured and weak, he couldn’t mount an escape. When the man finally told him he was to die that evening before the masses I think secretly a part of him was relieved.

Top donator got to choose how long he stayed alive.

Most frequent donator for that month got to choose what killed him.

Everyone else put in bids to vote on the polls just exactly what torture he went through.

B3G was alive for 6 hours and 66 seconds."

B3G was, and still is, that man's most popular video.

Yes, B3G's killer is still alive. Yes, he will appear at some point. No, he's not a Horror. No, I probably won't kill him off immediately. I'm not sure what role he'll play, but you'll definitely know him when you see him. I hope.