"Shota pop star snuff" by unknown author.
It was reposted in 2015. Maybe title is unknown too.

--

This is a pretty rough story, just wanted to write something with death in it and shota. I modeled the character's looks and name after the most pretty shota I've ever seen. http://gelbooru.com/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=1391807If you liked or disliked anything about it, I'd love to hear it. Mostly I hope that at least someone can enjoy this.
________________________________________________________

My name is Loran. I was a pop star with a beautiful soprano voice. My fans loved me a lot, I thought it was due to my music but really it was because for a boy Im very pretty. I have dark skin thats very soft and smooth and Ive always looked pretty like a girl. My hair is a very soft white though, so my parents disliked me. My father thought my mom cheated on him and both were always very distant to me. Any time I did something abnormal they would scold me and lock me in my room.

Ive always admired girly dresses though. I really love the frou-frou ones, with lace and ribbons! It always made my heart beat so fast to look at them and I felt so envious. I like being a boy, but I like being pretty too. So one day when I was 8, I got my hands on a really pretty dress and paraded around my room in it. My parents caught me and threw me out, all I had was the dress. I felt really embarrassed at that point. I had never been so humiliated in my life as I walked around lost, not sure where to go since my parents didnt want me and too humiliated to tell anyone they didnt want me, or that I was a boy.

Eventually I found some people singing in the park and playing music on the corners for money. I tried to make myself look a little nicer and asked a few if I could sing while they played music and have some of the money. They thought I was a beautiful little girl with a great voice, so finally one agreed. On my 9th birthday my manager found me singing and he knew I would be super popular. I had already made a bit of money at that point, but I was still homeless and it was scary. I was so happy he wanted to sign me. I asked him if my parents would try to come make me stop, but he said he was in charge of me now, so I had nothing to worry about.

Later that night he took me out shopping for some beautiful dresses, just the kind that always got me excited and feeling good. He complimented me so much and I was used to people thinking I was a girl at that point, it was no longer awkward to hear how cute of a girl I was. I wondered how to explain to him that I was a boy, but that solved itself soon enough. In his car he began toying with the hem of my dress and his hand moved up my thigh. Before I could say anything, he was fondling me and I was totally humiliated.

I thought he would be angry with me, but he thought it was funny. He said we should tell everyone I was a boy and I was worried that I wouldnt be able to dress pretty. He explained that lots of people would like it, I would be edgy, I could still look pretty. After that he pushed my head down and made me give my first blowjob. I was totally upset with it, but he said I had to act like a girl, not just dress up and he made me suck as much as I could fit in my mouth. It was the most vile thing I had ever tasted, ever! Until he came in my mouth anyways and I spit all over his pants. He laughed at me again, he thought that was hilarious too. He made me lick every drop up while he reminded me how grateful I should be. I felt ill, I was pretty sure it had given me a tummy ache.

He didnt expect that kind of thing from me too often though, it was our little secret! Meanwhile I had plenty of fans and I started playing big concerts. People wrote my music for me, all I had to do was sing and smile. Sometimes the news said mean things about me, but I just thought they were jealous. They called me haughty, spoiled, a tranny, gay. My manager would reassure me that they really were just jelly, while he made me bob up and down on his cock. By the time I was 11, I got really good at giving BJs, but I still hated it. He taught me how to smile while I gave them though, so then I learned how to smile no matter what was going on.

Slowly my fans started to change though. There was less cute girls and more guys, bigger guys, fatter guys. Some of them looked like complete shut ins and nerds who were bothered to have to come out to my concerts to see me in person. My manager got angry with me and I would have to spend much more time on my knees, pleading with him and telling him how I loved to sing and show off even though I had no idea why he was upset. Merchandise we started to sell was much stranger, I was shocked to find that dolls they sold of me had upskirt, with a bulge in the panties.

One day one of my fans showed me a hankerchief I had given him once, doused in my perfume and signed as he requested. It was thoroughly stained, so I thought he wanted a new one. I found it a little odd that he had actually used it, but flattered he cared so much. He explained that he wanted me to touch it though, so I picked it up in my hand and it was moist. He told me that he had just jacked off into it and I looked down to see that his zipper was undone. I realized my sweet, girly scent was replaced with a repugnant smell of maleness and I let out the most girly shriek.

I cried for a day after and refused to see anyone, my popularity temporarily soared as the news reported on it. It went back down just as quickly though so that I had even less fans, perverts driven away by realizing that to be my fan was to be called a complete pedo.

Now Im only 12, Im almost broke, Im going to be homeless again! Worse yet, no one loves me anymore, not even my manager. He ignores me while I blow him and hes looking at lots of other stars. I feel so sad sometimes that it feels like my heart is going to break apart. When it feels like that I try to buy more cute outfits, but my manager gets angrier! He said he has a way to help me become a star again, or as he said a starlet.

If my pretty little self agreed to do things for perverts and make videos then I would at least get all my gross, nerd, loser fans back. I was absolutely disgusted with the idea, but he explained it really well like he always does. Those kinds of guys buy so much merchandise, even more than tween girls. Theyll pay way too much for stuff too. Plus, they really do like me, or else they wouldnt jerk off to me. Even if it made my skin crawl, I wanted to be popular so bad that it literally hurt. It hurt deep inside so that I would get stomach aches and my chest would hurt. I filmed a short video with my manager where he helped me put a better spin on it.

I faced the video camera and smiled brightly. I was done up really cute in ruffles and lace, just like I always loved. I had lipstick on that made my lips pouty, eyeliner to bring out my eyes as I batted my lashes at the camera. I played with my hair a bit and blew a little kiss to the camera. Im sooooo tired of concerts. They dont let me meet my fans hardly at all! Id much rather come to your home personally and sing to you. You know, no limits or anything, I said cheerfully. Then I sang a little bit and danced. At the very end of the video, my manager flipped my skirt without warning me and gave the internet the very first upskirt shot of me ever. The proof of my boyhood that my fans had been requesting from each other for so long.

I was so happy he shut off the video, because I couldnt stop crying right after. It felt so dirty and whorish. He didnt tell me he was going to do that to me, even if I knew that it was going to happen when I visited my fans. I felt stupid and empty!

The next few months I spent doing personal visits for obese perverts. They had me sit in their laps, pose for the camera. Some kissed me, which was disgusting. One practically attacked my face the way he jammed his tongue down my throat and slobbered all over me. After he did that, it became popular among these perverts to do what they called tonguefucking me. It was humiliating, every time one of them did something new, the others wanted to try it, soon they all wanted to do something with, to me that no one else had. I licked dried cum off a plastic figure of me, I masturbated in someones lap. Eventually they had me naked, they were putting fingers inside me, insulting me. I asked one if he liked me and after he had sex with me he told me he didnt. I was completely heart broken.

All through it I had been reading the message boards, like I had since the start of my career. At first the response to the tapes had been the most positive in a while, but it started to turn more sour as they abused me more.

I guess she really is a guy! Weird...
Woah. what a tranny slut. keystrokes.
Jeeze, shes still whoring herself? Who wants a used up pop star?
Hes sick! This is what happens when you let kids be celebrities!

Soon only the worst of the worst fans wanted to talk about me, fantasize about me. The things they wanted to do were horrible. Then it got reported on the news that I was doing these things and that they were investigating it. My manager claimed to know nothing, of course, he told me that he was bribing all the right people. I didnt care. All the money I had made was worthless, so that I even started to burn my own share and rip it up. I felt so awful that I didnt leave the house. No one who could pay requested my personal time anymore, especially with the police trying to stop my child prostitution and all. I knew it was a matter of time before they questioned me. My whole life was just completely ruined and my manager was clearly looking for a way to get rid of me.

I came to him one night and asked why it all happened. He said pop stars came and went. I asked him if maybe I should die, that I wanted to die because I couldnt take it all anymore. I watched lots of Law and Order and stuff, I knew that suicide was really hard. He looked disturbed at first, I thought I had angered him. Much to my surprise, he pulled me close and held me, he said hed think about it and not to do anything till then. Being held and reassured was the best I had felt in a long time, it was something no one had ever done for me. That made it easier to fight back the pain while he decided what to do. In the mean time I listened to my old songs and did dumb things like buy my own songs online to try and boost them to the top of the sales charts. My parents had tried to talk to me during the height of my popularity and I had been on my high horse and rejected them. Now I tried to message them, but they completely ignored me and publicly disowned me on TV.

After two weeks of growing agony, my manager finally came back to me. He apologized for being busy with his new stars. Much more wholesome, reputable boys who would help his image. He told me about how there were jokes suggesting that maybe his new boy stars were actually girls in disguise. I listened attentively and casually gave him a BJ while he talked to me. We had reached the point long ago where he didnt need to ask for one, I just knew what was expected of a washed up pop star like me. He seemed happy, so I felt happy, I thought there was good news. It had to wait till he finished cuming in my mouth though, which he felt the urge to do twice in a row.

While I choked each gooey load down with my best smile, he told me what we were going to do. He explained that I was washed up and no one liked me anymore. He knew I felt bad and suicide would be really messy for me. My heart started to sink as I realized that he didnt have anything particularly good to say to me. He told me that he found my very last fan to help me, that he wanted to be the one to end my career. I thought it was a good way to say kill me, since my career had been my life to me. He told me this fan loved me more than anyone else and wanted to give me a special goodbye.

I was in tears and I had to stop him so I could cry for a bit. He left me alone to bawl like a little girl and didnt come back until a while after I had stopped. He was a busy man. He told me that I was paid for, that I just had to wear my favorite outfit and put on some pretty makeup and be ready to greet the man tomorrow.

I had such mixed feelings about it that I didnt know what to do. I spent a good while asking him questions intended to get me out of it.

What will he do with my body? I was rather horrified to hear that he might eat me.
But what will he do with my skeleton? He said that maybe he would keep it somewhere.
I asked if my manager would miss me, he said I would always be special to him. I asked what would happen to my things and he said that he would probably sell them, but not tell anyone that they had been mine. No one wanted tweenage whore dresses, not even a tweenage whore 75 TV.

His life seemed to be doing so much better, I wondered why mine couldnt possibly get better. All I had to do was make the mistake of going on the internet again to be reminded how much everyone hated me. I made some anonymous posts pretending to be someone who liked me, but they just bashed the fictional people I had created.

So today is the very last day I am alive. I wrote an anonymous post with a picture of me from one of my favorite concerts. It said I just want you to know that ITS ALL YOUR FAULT! I HATE YOU ALL! YOU STUPID JERKS! I HOPE YOU DIE TOO. I HOPE YOU ALL DIE! I didnt feel better after writing it, instead I felt like the anger was eating away my heart.

I took a bath, since I always loved baths. They felt so good, now it felt like the only good thing I could ever feel. I had been given the humiliating instruction not to masturbate myself the previous night, but I did so anyways. It felt better to break the rules than actually tugging my dick did. It wasnt very big, even though it was uncircumcised. I didnt cum, which is probably all they wanted me not to do anyways. After I got bored of touching myself, I just rested my head on the side of the tub and cried, thinking about just ending it right there. I wanted to meet my special fan though, the only one left who loved me at all.

I thought about what he might be like. Hopefully sweet. I had given up hope on the idea he was going to be a girl, my manager had said pretty explicitly he wouldnt. Guess Ill never get to be with a girl I thought bitterly. I looked at the mirror lining the ceiling of my extravagant bath tub and crossed my legs to hide my boyhood. I humiliated myself by pretending to be a girl and flirting with myself. I hit on the me I was pretending to be a girl, uncrossing my legs when I was playing myself. We complimented each others, (my) outfits. I asked her if she had ever given a BJ and of course she had never done such a thing but would do so just for me! I masturbated again but couldnt cum and got extremely angry.

After an hour of sitting in the tub, the water had turned lukewarm. I dunked myself to wash away the tears and finish washing my hair. Once I got out of the tub, I dried off and dried my hair. It had been so long since I had a team of people to do it for me, I missed it so badly. I picked out a beautiful dress that had always been my favorite, beyond impractical even for concerts. It was a pale green, which went surprisingly well against my dark skin. The shoulders were bare, it hugged my flat chest. There were so many ruffles, so much lace, it was gorgeous. As I did my hair into an elaborate ponytail, I fantasized about meeting my fan. I fantasized that he was so taken with me that he didnt want me to die and we lived together instead.

The finishing touches were eyeliner and lipstick, with a bit of soft blush. I looked like a perfect girl and spent some time posing and giggling. My manager came in without knocking, like always, to find me dressed and giggling so hard that I was practically snorting. He seemed surprised and looked relieved. I thought he was more relieved to be getting rid of the increasingly crazy tranny he had a long history of having illegal sex with and whored out, rather than relieved I was happy. I kissed his cheek and told him I was ready to go.

We left without any fanfare, though I did get one last limo ride. He drove, but I stayed in back and looked at champagne bottles in the ice bucket. I wondered how they tasted, if I should be sad that I never would. I started asking my manager about things I would never get to do and if I should be sad, he got so uncomfortable that he rolled up the window that separated the compartments.

I was totally offended that he would do such a thing to me on a day like this, more important and special than my birthday even. I didnt cry, I was just happy I would never have to see him again and hoped that they caught him. I wished that I had left some proof of all the things he had done to me, that my parents had done to me, to make them all suffer.

When we finally pulled up and parked, he got in back with me to say goodbye. He apologized for rolling up the window and tried to say that there were things adults were just uncomfortable discussing with kids. I had to hold back a fit of laughter at his stupid, stupid, STUPID explanation. Then he pulled out his cock and I was completely appalled as I stared at it. He looked completely confused about why I wasnt sucking it.

He tried to put his hand on my head and I slapped it away with my gloved fingers. I got to play the games with him now. I waved my finger back and forth and smirked at him, looking what could only be described by one of his favorite words, haughty.

Nuh, uh. A dick from a nasty pervert like you would probably give me a stomach ache, I said as I opened the door for myself and stepped out of the limo. I winked at him and made a lewd gesture with my hand like I was sucking a cock as I walked off. Nope, none for you! He looked the most irritated I had ever seen him and I felt pleased beyond reason.

Remote wasnt the word for where I was at. This special fan must have owned a full city blocks worth of property. His house was a real mansion, not like mine which was just lots of glitz in a decent sized apartment that my manager owned. I wondered if maybe I could have bought a place like this with all my money as I wandered up to the door and run the doorbell. In the background I heard the angry slamming of doors as my manager drove off, leaving me alone to the final mercy of my fan.

When he opened the door I wasnt exactly let down, after all he was just like any other fan I had in the past 6 months. Obese and three times as big as me for it. He smelled funny and he was in a bath robe that certainly wasnt nearly as nice as what I had worn. It was clear that unlike me, he probably hadnt bathed in the past few days. He pushed up his glasses as he looked down at me. At first I wondered if it was him, but then I saw him grow hard at the sight of me and poke right out of the robe.

I greeted him in the only way I could. I curtseyed low, bending my knee in the most graceful motion I could. It brought my pretty face low, toward his cock, but I was in a humble mood and I figured hed like that. I didnt like it though, because his dick smelled. Unlike mine, it was cut, so I wondered how he could possibly have cleaned it improperly.

My lovely greeting was not enough for him though and both of his greasy hands pushed my shoulders down. I fell flat on my knees in his door step and he fed his cock right into my soft lips. I was disgusted. I was disgusted with myself, with him, with his cock. It tasted of putrid sweat that made my stomach churn, it tasted of masturbation which I had never once been able to enjoy in my life but all these deviants seemed to find endlessly entertaining. It smelled stale, so that my cute nose wrinkled up as I had to inhale it. He wasnt like the other men who often pretended like I was an inexperienced girl right till they could no longer deny it. He fed his surprisingly large dick right down my throat until my nose rubbed his dirty pubic hair. I was horrified when I saw crumbs, like potato chip crumbs in his pubes. I wanted to vomit, so instead I moved my eyes up to look at him and hoped hed like that.

He said that my talented mouth was the best he had ever had. He said it was better than he dreamed and that he had all my music. I just nodded at him as I tried to get him off as fast as I could so the disgusting dick would just get off my tongue. I was happy I hadnt eaten anything yet that day. His dirty hands bobbed my head at his pace, using me like I imagined he used one of those nasty sextoys. The sex toys you hump, that he had probably never cleaned after use for his nasty dick to end up so foul. I felt bumps on his dick as it brushed over my tongue and tried not to think about it.

Sing, he insisted.

I was a little confused since he was forcing me to give him head right there in the doorway of his mansion. He insisted several more times and pulled on my hair till it started to get messy though. I finally started trying to sing around his dick. It sent me into a fit of choking and gagging though. I couldnt do it no matter how many times he tried to make me sing, I could get out a few notes that seemed to please him and I would choke until I felt light headed.

He finally pulled back just as his cock began pulsing and throbbing. The vile jiz tainted my tongue, salty and absolutely bitter. It was the worst Id ever tasted and that made me feel vile too. I was a connoiseur of cock and dicksnot by that point in my short life. It was so gooey and thick too, running out of my mouth like molasses, slowly trickling down my chin and leaving a sticky mess. He shot ropes of it over my face and immediately ruined my makeup, plastered the bangs of my hair to my head, then jammed right back in my mouth.

I wasnt prepared for more down my throat and couldnt swallow. I put my hands to my mouth and pulled his dick out while I choked. It bubbled out of my nose so that I had to snort and spit several times to clear my mouth enough to breathe. More of the disgusting jizz oozed out, I could feel it between my teeth and under my tongue.

C-cant! I sobbed and quickly stumbled off the porch, tripping over my beloved dress. The flat chest of which was now stained with cum that had run down my neck. It ran down the insides of my dress, the outside, I could feel it showing brightly on my dark skin. I threw up pure jizz over the side of the porch.

It took several times of my body wretching forward and stomach pushing up the thick and dirty cum before I finally stopped throwing it up. It dripped out of my mouth and I just laid on my belly, gagging a bit more up. I had to try to breathe in fresh air for several minutes before I actually tasted any, instead of just inhaling more of the viscous substance that was supposedly human jizz.

While I tried to recover, he casually explained to me how he hadnt cum in days just so that he could blow his load in my mouth. I told myself that I couldnt hate him for it. It was the worst blowjob I had ever had to give, but he was going to help me. All my fans expected a BJ from me, he probably had never been with a human being who would tell him how bad he tasted. Of course, he didnt seem to pick up how bad it was from me vomiting it up over the side of his porch.

I just smiled up at him, a big smile that almost looked authentic if not for my teary eyes and quivering lips. From down on my hands and knees I raised the sides of my ruined dress again and said, Thank you.

He was completely thrilled. The look in his eyes was pure joy, like I had just completed a life long fantasy of his. He really does love me, I thought with some measure of happiness that I did have one fan left in the world.

You really are totally broken, arent you? I thought I would have to fuck your face till you threw up to get you to do that, although you threw up anyways, he laughed jovially.

What? Was all I could choke out.

You dirty little bitch! Acting like youre better than other people. You turn your noses up at people when youre just a little blowjob queen, he said with a clearly sincere tone. Then he lifted his semi soft prick up and let it smack me right in the face so that I had to jerk back.

I was stunned. I was in total horror and humiliation that I had been so ... So stupid! I felt angry at him now and angry that I had tried to be nice to him and thought he might be nice to me. I just wanted him to do what I was there for already. I started to get up and he shoved me back down.

Never get off your hands and knees, cocksocket, he commanded me with no regard for being basically outdoors. Of course his property was far enough removed youd need a telescope to be watching, but he had no shame.

IM A FU-FF-FFUCKING 12 YEAR OLD! I screamed at him indignantly, swearing for the first time in my life. I felt such genuine, pure rage that tears of anger were coming to my eyes and my hands balled up into fists.

He stunned me by simply hacking a glob of spit right into my eye. I screamed out as it stung and tried to wipe my eye out with my delicate, gloved hand. Instead I just smeared his noxious cum in so that it burned worse and my one eye was half sealed shut so I looked like a whore and a retard.

You go around turning your nose up at people, wearing those gloves like you cant be bothered to touch people. How does it feel to finally be in your place? He asked with a tone of superiority.

Empty, I answered with complete honesty and bitterness in my voice. He still didnt quit though.

Aww, my cock not enough to fill you up? You must really be gaping, you little tranny, he taunted and grabbed me by my hair that had taken almost a half hour to do.

He pulled me inside, forcing me to crawl and constantly trip over my dress just so he could shut the door behind us.

Just kill me! I screamed at him at the top of my lungs, my girly soprano shriek only seeming to amuse him.

Ill kill you if you be good. If you be a bad girl, Ill torture you for weeks, even months before I kill you, he said.

I felt a chill run down me and I just looked up at him. He really didnt like me at all, he hated me. He could see that I realized he hated me and seemed to smile more. I hung my head as I started to cry, everything I had done for nothing. My prettiest, best dress ruined already. My pretty hair messed up. My makeup ruined. I had humiliated myself in front of him and he liked that I was miserable.

You own all my music? I asked in one last frustrated plea for understanding.

He explained to me that he used it to make those terrible videos where recordings of my voice had been cut up to make me say vicious things. Those had hurt me so bad when I had first heard them, but of course I had said everything they had ever said and far worse by this point in my life so I was just left with a more emotional bad taste in my mouth. Thats on top of the awful taste of jizz that was still there.

He asked if I wanted a last meal and I said I didnt. He slapped me hard and said that I was being spoiled again, that I was a picky eater. It wasnt true at all, I loved all kinds of foods and always ate anything on my plate. I told him that desperately, trying to understand how he could hate me so much to just believe everything bad about me. He seemed to think about it before he tapped his cock and told me that my last meal would be the crumbs in his hair. He had been snacking while he teased himself and waited for me, so all in all it was my responsibility.

I was totally horrified, but he threw my words back in my face. He told me that I wasnt supposed to be a picky eater, that I cleaned my plate no matter what was on it. I regretted ever being born, ever singing, I hated myself so completely as I leaned in to start licking. I started around the pubic area, where the taste wasnt so bad. Some of his dried cum was there, sticking more crumbs to his hairs. I thought maybe I tasted Doritos, but they seemed stale. I forced the food into my mouth and made myself swallow. My face scrunched up since I had to concentrate to choke it down.

He made me look up at him, only really able to out of one eye due to the drying semmen on my face. He asked me if it was good and I nodded. I had given up on resisting, I just wanted to die so bad. I told him it was the best food I had ever had in my life. I told him of the most expensive, delicious food I had ever tasted and I said it was nothing compared to his. He laughed at me and let me continue.

I licked down toward his gross balls, where the taste of sweat was so thick it made me choke. The crumbs there were soggy, but I pulled them into my mouth as I tongued his balls. Hairs came off and got stuck to my tongue, it was awful. Worse yet, his cock was starting to harden up again from my attention to his balls. That could only mean that Id be getting another taste of it, or that hed bend me over for it. I just wanted it to end, so the thought of being the one responsible for prolonging it again made me more upset with myself.

I fully cleaned his balls so that they were probably the cleanest they had been since he was my age. Once more I praised his delicious cooking and he said that my bad acting was why I had never gotten those TV commercials, or movies. For someone who hated me so much, he sure seemed to know the ins and outs of my career!

Next he told me I was getting desert. He took his robe off and I had a pretty horrible idea that it somehow involved more of him. He pulled me by my totally destroyed ponytail over to a chair and made me kneel with my back to it. Then he made me lean my head back so that it rested on the seat and I was looking up. He casually zip tied my wrists and ankles to the chair leg, making me a semi permanent fixture to the chair and I knew what he had in mind.

Oh my gooood, dont, I said with complete despair as I saw his giant moon of an ass coming down on my face.

He sat right on it so that all I could breathe in was ass sweat, the moments I could breathe in at all. It totally covered my face and his asshole was right against my mouth. He faced the chair so he got to teabag my forehead. His fat belly kept me from having to look him in the eye while he did this to me. He told me to tongue his ass clean and I tried, but oh god it was horrible. Sweat tainted with a foul scent. It seemed like he had wiped clean enough, but he didnt bathe often enough. I kept trying, my tongue actually seemed to get caught in the mess of hair between his fat cheeks.

While I was forced to choke and eat his ass, my desert, he explained to me how my singing wasnt good at all. How my voice was like scratching nails on a chalkboard and every time I played on the radio hed think about how my voice was so terrible. He rolled his hips down, forcing his cheeks more firmly on my once pretty face and telling me to get my tongue inside his hole. He said that this would be an hourly, daily thing and that it was one of the conditions for him ending my miserable life. If I didnt learn to tongue his ass out then I would never die. I certainly couldnt kill myself while strapped to the chair.

I dont know how long it took and every second was torture, but I wiggled my tongue in and out of his ass like a pro with the reward of it all being over dangling in front of me. His ass tasted foul and I was sure if for some sick reason I lived, I would never be able to taste anything good again. He lamented over how I wouldnt be around to be the human toilet paper I deserved to be and I felt relief he really intended to end my miserable life.

When he finally got off my face, the air was still damn and dirty with the scent of his nethers. It felt heavy and moist all around my face. I saw some of the cum had smeared off onto his ass, but most of the gooey stuff had dried and hardened around my face leaving my dark skin with a pale coating of white.

He questioned me about rumors that I had taken drugs to look more feminine. I insisted I hadnt, not that I really cared what he thought anymore. He refused to believe me until I finally told him that I had taken them, that my parents had put them in my food, that I wanted to be a girl, anything he wanted to hear. I was rewarded with being called a shemale.

He finally tore away my dress, my precious and ruined dress. He literally tore it off my body so that it was shredded so I was left in my gloves, panties and stockings. I realized that somewhere along the way I had lost my heels and not even noticed. I couldnt help but giggle at the horrible situation. That didnt sit well with him. He hit me so hard between my legs that everything went white for a moment and I felt an ache all through my lower body before I finally slumped in my restraints. That time he laughed, saying how he was surprised I was man enough for that to hurt.

He told me to sing again. I felt angry, but I did it since I had no real choices. When I started to hit high notes, he suddenly grabbed my little balls. I hit new high notes that I could never reach before. He made it clear that I had better sing or hed finish turning me into a woman before he killed me. With an agonizing pain shooting through my balls, I sang 3 entire songs for him. He would alternate pressure on them depending on how high he wanted me to sing the notes. By the end of the last song I was so high it stopped even being singing, my voice was raw from practically screaming in agony.

I felt dizzy and woozy. I was beginning to hate my boy parts which were good for nothing but hurting me apparently. It was about that moment he started questioning me on my masturbation habits. I was so exhausted and dizzy that I couldnt keep up with everything he was saying. Somehow he still got a full history of when and how I masturbated from me, including the fact that I had never cum once in my life. That was when he went and got the fleshlight he told me had had so often imagined was me when he rammed it. I was sick to see that goo was still leaking out of it.

He put it around my little dick and began jerking me, but I really was little. It wasnt even a snug fit, especially after god knows how long of his disgustingly large one. He took that chance to berate me for having an obscenely small sissy dick. He played with my uncut foreskin and slapped my crotch several times, sending more agony and cramps through my small body. I was in so much pain that I wanted it to end, but apparently he still wasnt ready.

He began to jerk me with his fist, squeezing and pumping my tiny cock. My eyes shot wide open, at least as wide as the one could when the eyelid was cemented with his gross cum. He knew ways to touch me that I had never even imagined. I was so ashamed, in seconds he had done to me what I hadnt been able to do to myself in the year since I had started been getting hard. I felt pleasure welling up in my aching balls, my tiny cock throbbed and twitched with excitement.

Yesssss, I cried out, startling myself. My hips seemed to buck and jerk as much as they could while I was restrained and I realized there might be something good I could have in the last bit of my life.

I was wrong though, he wouldnt let me have that. He stopped and began to just stroke my dick with the tip of his fingers while he looked right in my eyes. He asked me how good my clitty felt, then berated me for not knowing what one was. After my anatomy lesson I was thoroughly humiliated and thoroughly teased. I pleaded with him to give it to me and he said that I would never cum, I would die without cuming.

I was in complete disbelief that he could finally show me something good and refuse to ever let me have it. I let out a whine that actually sounded slutty and felt the urge to kill myself practically becoming unbearable. I wished I could rip the zip ties free and kill us both for all the awfulness he was inflicting on me. He spent an hour teasing me, toying with my itty bitty clit, as he called it. He told me all about how great it would feel, just so I could know what I would never have. I felt smug at the end of the teasing session though, because I knew that my body was going to go off if he touched just a little more.

Once again he showed me not to be such a haughty bitch as he pulled his hand away. He knew I was that close and I felt more frustrated to have all that pressure boiling over inside of me. Sweat was running down my body and I was panting with my tongue out. He took one of his zip ties and put it around the base of my cock, putting a foot on my flat and arched tummy so that he could use it as leverage. He yanked the zip tie so tight that it made the skin around it bulge at the base and made my eyes almost bulge out. I writhed and began spasming as he trapped the blood inside my aching cock and ensured nothing was squeezing out my clamped urethra.

My torment still wasnt over. He reached down between my legs and began to finger me. He asked how much my boypussy could take as he put in one finger, then two. At three he was finally stretching me and making my hole burn from it. But he worked all three fingers in and out before he found the bump that was just behind my aching dick. I didnt understand what he was doing, but he started to grind on it and it drove me crazy. I screamed at him to stop, that he was evil, that he was making me insane. He took advantage of how helpless I was to grind that new, special spot till it felt like the cum was going to find a way to squeeze past the zip tie and burst out like a geyser.

It still wasnt over though! The evil man seemed to instantly appear with a golf club. I wondered how long I had spaced out for, but it didnt matter. I could easily see what he intended to do. His heavy foot was pushed down on my ribs for balance and he tapped the club against my balls. Just the lightest tap to them sent jerks and twitches through me, so I knew this was going to hurt.

He raised the golf club back like he was going for a real swing and all I could do was shake my head in protest. All I felt was my poor ball immediately bust as the club hit it and sent it backwards so that it slammed on my rear and bounced back several times. I knew right away it was ruined and something was wrong, the pain was the most intense I had ever felt. It finally matched all the horrible pain I had inside me for the past months.

My vision went white and I passed out, then woke up, then passed out again. I could barely keep conscious, which was good because I saw it coming down again. He destroyed my other ball, taking away the most important and really the only aspect of manhood I had. The pain was so awful I was sure I felt it even while I passed out and jerked around so hard the chair tipped over. I foamed at the mouth as I seized and the last cum I would ever had dribbled out of my tip, making its way out in slow, burning drips with none of the promised pleasure. I saw the world shaking around me in and out of black outs until I finally woke up on my back, laid out on the floor.

I still twitched and jerked, I felt drool running down my chin. My legs were spread wide and my ruined balls still hurt. The zip tie hadnt been removed from my cock and it looked like it had blood trapped in it for too long. It was engorged and I was afraid of losing it too. It must be what they talked about being hard for too long in those stupid pill commercials. I felt sick all through my stomach and turned my head to the side so I could throw up again.

I could barely remember where I was at first, but after a while it came back to me. Time still seemed to disappear on me, since I never noticed the man coming or going. It wasnt until he was standing over me with a nylon noose that my vision cleared enough to see him.

For me? I rasped out in my permanently soprano voice.

He nodded to show it was as he looped it around my slender neck.

Quick? I asked sadly, so happy it was finally time.

He chuckled and shook his head, saying that he would never give me a quick death. He told me he would film it and I would die as slow as possible so everyone else who hated me could watch the video and enjoy. Then he began to drag me by the noose. I felt it tighten hard around my neck and choke me as I was dragged out of the room. I couldnt even lift my arms to hold onto the noose, they were so sore from being locked to the chair for hours. I hated that I wanted to stop the noose, but it hurt so much as it bit into my soft skin. I was dragged over every bump and floor until he got to the nondescript room with nothing but a beam on the ceiling and a camera set up.

I couldnt do anything but gargle as the noose stayed tight even while I wasnt being dragged. It wasnt enough to cut off my air completely, just enough to really hurt. I was getting a taste of how I would die and it was terrible. He loosened the noose so that I didnt expire too early on accident and there was a red mark around my neck from where it had bit in. He made me kneel and tied my wrists behind my back, not that I could do much moving on my own by that point. He made me look to the camera and tried to get me to smile, but I didnt even have the energy to fake it at that point. He substituted by using his fingers to pull the corners of my mouth into a grin.

I wondered why he wasnt immediately hanging me, but I understood once I felt his gross dick at my boypussy. He fit in with ease, which added to how much I hated myself. He didnt take me easy though, he got up a steady rythm of pumping me. As I felt him pushing me up to stand on my knees before pulling back so I could sit on them, I was starting to wonder why noose me. Then he began to pull the noose when he wanted me to lift up. I would feel it pull me by my neck and choke me hard just to force me onto my knees. Then he would give it slack and let my girly, used up butt slam down on his cock. Once he put that together with the thrusting I was really in hell.

He choked me and screwed me in a horrific way I had never imagined possible when I had asked for it all to just end. The choking made me gargle and hurt my neck, he kept using it to make me ride him. My engorged and seriously damaged cock bounced with every of my movements, adding more pain to my destroyed maleness. I cried my eyes out, it was all I could do as my body naturally struggled for air even though I tried to will myself not to breathe. I would just end up holding my breathe and getting it shoved out of me when I dropped down on his cock.

He didnt want it to end so soon though, so he finally loosened the rope and just forced me to sit on his cock as he recovered. His arms around me, he had me in a disturbing hug that I hated.

Make... stop... end... I rasped out, my voice which had been so precious to me seriously damaged now.

He turned my head to look at him and then recoiled at my breathe, berating me for having whore breathe. I felt lower than low. He asked me if I thought I was going to go to heaven and all my problems were going to be over. I nodded, since it was the only way I could communicate anymore. His laughter surprised and hurt me though. Did he not think I would get into heaven? I felt a little panicked at the thought, quickly realizing I might not get into heaven! I was a dirty whore, I did so many gross and awful things! I started to sob.

He asked if I was going to hell and I nodded, but he grabbed my head and made me shake it no. I was confused, but he explained it to me.

Theres no heaven or hell. Im going to rape your body a few times and then whatever I do with it is all thats left of you. Ill probably put it in a hole outside and use it for a bathroom while I remodel mine, he explained with joy.

I was overwhelmed at the new and awful thought wracking my brain. I was just going to be a messy body, dead and laying there. He was going to spew his piss and waste on me and that would be all there was to me. The thought was so disgusting that I almost vomited again, having lost track of how many times that day.

I started trying to shake the noose off my head because I needed time to think. He pulled it taught though, he started making me ride him again.

Youre gonna rot in my toilet hole, shemale popslut, he taunted.

I felt my eyes bulging out of my head and my lungs tightening up. I tried to scream for him to wait, I wasnt read yet. He wasnt supposed to kill me if I wasnt ready! I needed to think about it, but all I could do was choke. I realized I was choking to death because he wasnt giving the cord anymore slack. Instead I was rising up off his cock and onto my feet, onto my toes. I jerked at the restraints on my wrists, more zip ties biting in painfully. I started to try to stand on my weak toes, staring horrified into the camera.

I gagged and spit wetly, trying to lift my head up. The noose was squeezing into my skin. I felt his tip back at my hole and felt totally enraged. I didnt want this, I didnt want it like this! It was supposed to be peaceful and make all the awfulness stop! Instead I hated myself even more and felt like my insides were going to tear themselves open. I didnt know what to do, I didnt want to be a worthless, soulless corpse! No heaven, no being happy ever, my boyhood broken forever, my body broken forever.

Noohhg hoole! I managed to choke out as my eyes bulged. My face stated to discolor as much as it could with my dark skin. He lifted me all the way off my feet and just casually bumped his cock into me.

As I felt the last bits of life draining out of me I felt dizzy and nauseous. I felt too weak to even struggle anymore and I tried to look for the light. Everything around me was going black, no light, nothing but awful pain. My insides, my lungs, my throat burned so much. I let out one more choked gargle as spit rolled down my face. I was terrified as I felt my consciousness leaving my body. It was like I was scattering to dust. The last thing I felt was his disgusting warmth spewing inside me and I wondered if I was dead and he had started using me already. I was so confused and then everything was gone.

---

True to his word the popstars body was dropped in a shallow hole. It was used for nothing more than a bathroom and to be picked at by animals. The last bits of horror were cemented on his ruined face. The video was passed around, the only thing left of him aside from his rotting body were the memories of what a whore he had become at the end of his short life. Just a few days shy of his 13th birthday and no one was left to miss him.