“I got a present for you.”

Sergov snapped his fingers, and a group of men walked into the basement of the storage unit. There an eight year old boy sat by his computer, typing a string of code into an online website.

“Whats the client?” said the little boy, typing.

“No, client,” smiled Sergov, “Let’s say. We had a misunderstanding with someone and we want to make our opinion on the matter clear.”

There was a thud and the men dropped off four people, each with a trash bag over their face. Their arms and legs were bound by a rope.

“I tried to leave them intact for you, but you know,” shrugged Sergov, “We know all what happens here. Just make sure when you are done, it is messy. And if you happen to have a bit of video. That would be good, too.”

The boy scratched his head,

“I guess this is express mail?”

“Yes, you can say that. Make it happen. I trust you know how fast to go. When you are finished. You know who to call.”

Sergov laughed, leaving the room, beckoning the rest of the men with him.

The boy sighed, “I guess I better get started.”

He slowly dragged the first body onto an operating table and unwrapped the person’s face, revealing a hispanic teenage boy with dirty brown hair.

“Fifteen,” said the boy, “Teeth are fine. Eyes ok.”

The boy then reached into the teenage boy’s pants, touching the kid’s dick. The boy thought for a bit, molesting the unconscious hispanic boy’s dick until it was hard.

“Ok, it works.”

The boy then went back to his computer, typing a few lines into the website.

“NEW SNUFF TAPE!!! FIFTEEN HISPANIC M/M”

He flipped on his mic and then flipped an electric switch on his desk.

“Ahhh!” screamed the teenage boy, his arms and legs shaking the operating table.

“Hello?” said the young boy, tapping on his mic. “Hello, can you hear me?”

“What? Where…?”
“Good. Let’s check the sound on your side.”

The boy pressed the button again.

“Ahhh!!!”

“Ok, everyone can hear you.”

“Who….are…you? What…”

“Oh, my name is Otto. I work here.”

“Work? I…was at a club and…”

“A club? I have a club.”

Otto walked and picked up a club with nails sticking out of it.

“Y-Your…a kid?”

“Oh, I guess I am a kid, too. I guess as kids, I should ask for your name, too.”

Otto leaned next to the boy’s head. “So, what’s your name mister.?”

“I-I’m…Emilio…look….I..can tell you anything…money..so-”

Otto grinned.

“Nope!”

He swung smashing into the boy’s right hand.

“AAAH!”

“That’s not how things work here mister. Or, I guess I can call you kid, too.” giggled, Otto.

“Wha…”

“You are here because you did something bad. ”

Otto pulled back his club and smashed the boy’s left hand, leaving the bones sticking out.

“Ah..no..stop.” Emilio, nearly cried. His eyes tearing up. His legs shaking.

“Still don’t admit it? If you say what you did wrong. I’ll stop for a bit.”

Crack.

Emilio’s leg grotesquely bent to the side.

“Stop…! I’ll say…anything…stop!! Please…”

“No way!” laughed Otto, smashing Emilio’s other arm.

“Ah…a…”

Thud. Thud. Crack.

“I…was a dealer..drugs…stop..its under the..second bed..Sebastian…he..….”

Otto wiped the blood from his forehead.

“See, I knew you were a bad person. Bad people need to be punished.”

Otto put the club to the side and unlocked the clamps on the boy’s hands and feet. The preteen then undressed the Emilio’s pants, before stroking his dick.

“uhh,” gasped Emilio, struggling to breathe.

“I’m pretty good at sex, too.” said Otto, before sucking the boy’s dick. He could feel Emilio quivering painfully as his broken arm and legs struggled to get free.

“No..not..I don’t…”

Otto grinned, holding Emilio’s hips, as he licked all over his dick, swirling his tongue, until he could feel the boy’s dick throbbing.

“I…only…girls..no..not..

Otto then laughed, picking up the club as he mounted Emilio’s waist.

“You want to be a girl? Well, that’s okay too.”

Otto then swung full force smashing the club right into Emilio’s hard-on ballsack dick, exploding the sack into paste. Emilio entire body violently shuddered as he screamed louder than he had ever screamed in his entire life.

“AHHHHHH!”

His body shook uncontrollably like a wild bull as Otto rode on top of him.

“It’s a horsie!” laughed Otto, as he got off.

Otto put his head next to Emilio’s bloodied mouth to see if the boy was still breathing.

“Not dead. Boo…I guess, I have to be the horsie for a bit.”

Otto picked up the Emilio and flipped him over. He could hear Emilio wheezing for air as blood trickled from his lips.

“My…friends…will..kill..you…you fucking…di…”

“lala,” said Otto, pulling out his tiny 8 year-old dick. “Still not dead. Still not dead.”

Otto then pried open Emilio’s ass as he guided his dick into Emilio’s butthole. He shoved his tiny dick in.

“kill..you…uhh…you..uhh..” grunted the teenager as Otto began to fuck him.

“How, hmph! Much…Hmph! Fucking…Hmph! Till you dead.”

Emilio struggled as Otto continued to fuck him, trying to move his broken arms like a dead fish. A minute. Two minutes. Slowly, but surely he began to slow down. His eyes dimmed. His breathing slowed down.

Otto began to fuck him less forcefully. His tiny hips plowing as deep as he could. He then listened in as Emilio’s heartbeat slowed to a crawl. One fuck. Emilio’s leg shuddered. Two fuck. His legs flopped again. Three fuck. And it was still.

Tired. Otto, then rested as his dick lay inside the dead boy’s ass. He began to pee in the dead boy, filling the boy’s bladder with yellow piss. Otto thrusted two more times, flopping the boy’s dead legs around, before being sure the kid was dead before getting off.

He then got up and got an axe from the wall before chopping the boy’s head off.

“And for the finale!”

Otto put the Emilio’s decapitated head on his own corpse’s ass and kicked the boy’s stomach, sending piss back out and into the boy’s mouth.

Otto giggled, putting two fingers up next to Emilio’s fucked up body as his first snuff tape of the day was finished.

“Now, I wonder who is in bag number 2?”