BananaJuice gave the ice pick another firm tap.
>aha it's almost all the way in. Once that happens I'll have to find another way to keep myself entertained.
Lying on the floor in a neat little pile were 10 fingernails; ripped from their beds a little over an hour ago.
The room was filled with the pungent smell of stale blood.
BananaJuice took in a deep breath revelling in his craftsmanship and then sat on top of his victim's lap.
He stroked his hand along his victim's androgynous cheek.
>so soft you're as cute as a girl.
>Say... you don't mind if I break those obscene orbs between your leg do you? You're so cute you should stay this way forever.
BananaJuice chuckled and then rummaged through his tool bag before withdrawing a long, intimidating instrument.
>Obscene orbs
That's a new one
He started to peel muscle from bone as if it were chicken.
Cheerfully he hummed to the twisted screams of agony.
Bananajuice assessed the body and could tell that its breaths were quickening.
He could feel that the night was quickly approaching its climax and it made his brain drunk with pleasure as it swam in a pool of endorphins.
Bananajuice made one final push and twisted the instrument to ensure he inflicted maximal pain as he embedded it deep within the visceral remains of the victim.
The cries echoed off of the walls and struck BananaJuice like a train, he fell back, eyes closed in ecstasy and his muscles seized up.
Five minutes of silence had passed. Bananajuice could still hear his heart pumping like the beats of a war drum.
He knew this would not be his last victim. His perspective on life had become altered irrevocably.
>this thread
>>4272222
Nice quads pupper
>>4272139
wat2hek am I reading
>>4272319
Someone stole your journal and turned it into a fanfic MP
Currently masturbating AMA
>>4272320
but I like benis and balls
I would never try to hurt someone's obscene orbs
maybe accidentally by sucking them too hard
>>4272323
wat2hek is you're problemo d00d
>>4272344
>2017
>not fapping to guro fanfics
Get a loaf of this cis
>>4272351
>tumblr
you just made it gay
what am I supposed to masturbate to now?
>>4272369
I sexually identify myself as a train
>>4272373
You don't understand the importance of having a refined taste in pornographic materials. It's not about what you identify as.
>>4272139
beare likes the fanfiction about bananajuice much more than the fanfiction about beare, 8/10 should be about beare
He had a certain energy to his step as he walked down the glossy vinyl hallway.
He had been slow-cooking this one for weeks now.
BananaJuice’s favourite game as of late was to gradually claim pieces of his victims and observe if these broken people could still function.
His gloved hand firmly grasped the handle of the rusted iron door.
The door was given a quick jolt with his shoulder and then swung wide revealing the amphitheatre of BananaJuice’s desires.
The walls were stained the same colour as the door albeit not from rust but from weeks of bloodletting.
BananaJuice was shocked, his jaw agape. Although a fortnight prior he had neatly severed and extracted every tendon in this subject’s legs the room was empty. His plaything missing.
This shouldn’t have happened, BananaJuice distinctly remembered enjoying tearing cartilage from bone.
So sure was Bananajuice that he had wormed his way into his victim’s mind that yesterday he had decided to play a game.
He had opened a window to the cold winter’s air and challenged the disfigured husk of a man to jump through and run across miles of tundra to the safety of the nearest hamlet.
BananaJuice was awestruck with the result: the victim’s legs were deadweight; he must have excruciatingly dragged his lifeless abdomen over rock and twig in the frigid night air in what was by all standards of reason a hopeless task.
There was no blood trail to follow. BananaJuice had been sure to dress any wounds with diligent care as to extend the lives of his toys as long as possible, however fresh snow had not yet lain and his victim’s path of desperation was all too clear to see.
BananaJuice followed the trail for a good five minutes before a smug grin grew from cheek to cheek across his bloodstained face.
>I was sure you had been broken in both body and mind. The mental fortitude to drag oneself this distance is truly amazing.
BananaJuce got down on one knee and whispered closely into his victim’s ear.
>You should know by now that your actions have peaked my interest to the point of infatuation.
>Every non-vital structure of your person is going to be torn and altered. I need to see the expression on your face once you are truly damaged.
>>4273050
>>4273074
m8, I'm not a guro-fig. I think you're fanfic would be more suited to that sarah poster.
>>4273086
possibly
>>4273086
The events recorded in this thread are all true.
>>4273091
>>4273093
you guys are weird
>>4273095
LOL!
>>4272139
Mr. Anonymous would you mind making a gore vore fan fiction about beare?
>>4274025
>If you can give me a peace sign and a cute smile I’ll be merciful and only smash one knee
Beare managed to force a grin through his cracked teeth and swollen gums.
He feebly held up the remaining fingers on his blood-soaked hands and let out a meagre whimper.
A pathetic attempt but BananaJuice played along and began tightening the vice around only a single knee.
Beare’s bruised knee buckled under the force. The sound of bone creaking and then crunching was an auditory feast.
BananaJuice wished he could bottle the sound up and imbibe it at social events.
Once both sides of the vice had pushed aside bone and sinew to meet each other, brown parcel string tightly tied around Beare’s twitching thigh to stem the eking blood flow.
Being in such close proximity to Beare’s groin gave BananaJuice an idea.
>How about I give you a thigh gap that will make the boys talk about you for weeks to come?
>>4274062
>How about I give you a thigh gap that will make the boys talk about you for weeks to come?
legitimately made me laugh
>This thread
>>4274062
>How about I give you a thigh gap that will make the boys talk about you for weeks to come?
tfw nobody will ever brutally modify my body in a way that would make the boys talk about me for weeks to come
>>4274149
>STOP
BananaJuice reminisced on the last words of one his more memorable victims.
He was a college student with hazel, shoulder length hair and a slender figure. Upon first gaze BananaJuice just knew he had to collect him.
After a month of observation BananaJuice had made his game plan. He walked up to the bartender and ordered a glass of gin & tonic at the student's union.
The bouncer was easy enough to fool with a fake college ID and some fashionable clothes now all he had to do was lie in wait for his target's arrival.
BananaJuice knew his quarry was at timid introvert and would end up sticking to the sidelines on most outings. This is where he would make his move.
An hour had passed and BananaJuice could see that inebriation has began its slow creep into his victim. His face; a slight tinge of red. Flushed with blood.
BananaJuice couldn't wait to feel that blood sticking to his skin as it glistens and congeals.
Once alcohol had dumbed everyone in the room and all attention had been diverted away from his prey BananaJuice made action.
He approached the boy and gave him a tap on his shoulder, light enough as to not cause pain but firm enough to trigger a reflexive flinch.
>Hi there, I'm xxxxx.
A fake name, one which he had used with many of the poor souls he encountered.
>The bar's a little crowded; do you mind if I take a seat next to you?
Their eyes met and the timid college kid's face blushed a deeper shade of red than before. His fate was sealed.
>>4274278
Please continue I am still reading
Is thread kill?
>>4274278
Why is banana juice gay?
>>4274813
I'm gay beguz I like benis but I don't hurt people
this thread is triggering me
>>4274839
no one believes you
>>4274839
Okay
>>4274839
Triggering like that gun you used to shoot that guy in the liver.
The motel door burst open, BananaJuice entered carrying his victim in arms. The young boy felt like a princess but BananaJuice had a different image in mind. He felt like a huntsmen bringing home a fresh slab of prime venison.
BananaJuice dropped his lover on the bed which bounced up and down. He then paused to gaze upon the feminine body of the swooning boy. One look and you could tell he was eager to ride BananaJuice’s hard cock.
>I’m in the mood for something kinky, you’ll be a good bitch and play along with me won’t you?
BananaJuice said this whilst brandishing two pairs of handcuffs. Quality cuffs used by the police force, not the typical sex store trash.
The boy was reluctant at first but BananaJuice could tell by the way he bit his lower lip that he wanted to be taken and defiled.
He clambered onto the bed and began a slow crawl towards the slut until his entire body arched over him and they could feel each other’s hot breath radiating into their faces.
He grabbed him by the upper arm and flipped him over onto his belly. Whilst pressing his weight down into the boy’s shoulder blades he grabbed the other arm and locked both wrists tightly within the handcuffs.
He then softly ran his hands down the boy’s body paying particular attention to the derrière before dragging them over his thighs and then to his ankles.
BananaJuice whispered dirty words, all the right things to get the boy’s juices flowing as he slowly clicked the second pair of handcuffs in place around the boy’s thin ankles.
The bitch inquired.
>how am I going to get these clothes off now?
BananaJuice gave a quick smirk as he rolled off the bed and strolled over to a dresser.
He Rummaged through the top drawer and pulled out a sharpened pair of fabric scissors, glinting in the light and his face distorted into a look of absolute menace of which the boy had not witnessed before.
>>4275743
Are you perhaps a legitimate writer?
>>4275750
No hablo Inglés
>>4275743
This is an erotica story now?
Go on
>Wait, what will I wear home if you cut off my clothes?
>haha going home stark naked is the least of your concerns, girl.
Snip snip the tough denim jeans were no match for these sharpened scissor blades
He began cutting faster and faster until he nicked the boy’s calf muscle. It wasn't a deep cut; there was no need for stitches. BananaJuice pressed against it with his thumb forcing more blood to pool around the wound.
The boy winced and tried to retract his leg out of BananaJuice’s grip.
>Relax, it was an accident. Here, I’ll make it all better.
BananaJuice began lapping the cut with his tongue, then he closed his mouth around it fully and sucked up the metallic-tasting liquid. The boy curled his toes and moaned like an alley cat.
He started cutting again until only a tight pair of boxer-briefs remained on the lustful boy’s body.
BananaJuice cupped both cheeks in his hands and spread them apart. He then poked the fabric of the boxers, pressing them against the boy’s primed rear.
>Say it. Tell me you want me to enter you. Tell me that you’re a bitch in heat.
BananaJuice ripped the boxers off the boy and repeated the demand as he teased his boypussy by circling it with his fingers.
>Tell me you want me to make you into a real woman.
The boy couldn't withstand it any more; his mind could only think of one thing. He screamed at the top of his lungs.
>Yes, Yes take me like the whore I am. Use me like an onahole and fill me with your hot seed. Make me into a real girl. Your girl.
BananaJuice pushed the boy’s face into the pillow and stretched the boy’s twitching asshole wide with his fingers.
>Very good, I can make your wish come true.
The boy’s eyes opened wide. This wasn’t the warmth of a turgid dick. This was the cold sting of metal. BananaJuice was sliding the scissors inside of him.
>n-no Don’—Ahhh
BananaJuice began to open the scissors, stretching the boy’s virgin boypussy apart.
>Oh look, it seems I have torn your hymen. Congratulations; you’re a real woman now.
The ends of the blades punctured the walls of the boy’s rectum and a steady stream of blood began seeping out of him.
Now the scissors were fully open and a castrophany of thoughts whirled inside the boy’s head.
He begged and pleaded for the mayhem to stop but no combination of words or syllables could prevent this predator from releasing his clenched jaws from the larynx of his catch.
BananaJuice jerked his arm back in a twisting motion ripping much of the boy’s insides and bringing them with him.
As he did this he pushed harder on the back of the boy’s head muffling the shrill screams of agony.
BananaJuice mocked and derided the tearful wreck.
>Tisk, tisk. You’re a mess. Your insides are all sloppy. Who would want to fuck you now?
>At least you still woo girls with that pathetic excuse for a penis you've got.
For now.
>>4276114
take a seat
right therehow about you just stop being a nerb ok pal
