Cosplaying slut

The chat buzzed with excitement, So many people behind their screens taking screenshots, recording, filming this, seeing the person they come to watch play due to how hot or slutty or bratty he acts on screen being fucked like a common slut was too good to let pass. He was dressed in an elaborate costume a cute cheerleader that no one would recognise as a male if it wasn't for that cute little dick they saw before.

His long, silky hair, was put into twintails and was waring such a small skirt that it was more visible his small balls underneath, it was such a skimpy costume but then again it was his costume and its not the first time he wore it for his chat, the difference is, he was about to be fucked in such way that his brain wouldn't be the same afterwards.

"Man this guy being all limp and emotionless is boring me..." Mark said before slapping the soul out of him a large red hand imprint marked on his face the sheer pain woke him up as he seemed about to cry before being dragged in front of the camera "Say hi to your fans slut"

He would be quite swallowing his pride trying to resist before Mark made him flinch faking a punch "H-hi e-everyone"

"Tell them your name and what you are about to do little whore" Mark said punishing him, torturing him even further "I-i am Deathlord10-"

"Your fucking twitch name is deathlord? Holy fuck that's the most edgy shit I've heard, what did you make that name when you were eight or something? No, your new name is Sissyfaggoth, with an h at the end, tell them that little whore"

"M-my name is S-sis-SISSYf-faggoth and I am-am in tr-trouble?" He said before being slapped again

"No you are not you want this and you love this, you want to be brutally fucked by someone stronger and better than you as a man, tell them and give them a pose" He would pull from his hair getting him close to whisper "Do it and I will be slow... At first"

He stood up and stroke a pose with a smile, a bright smile that seemed like if nothing had happened he had a good side for acting "He is here to rearrange my guts" The chat going crazy some still confused wondering if he was getting assaulted, others just wanting the little brat bitch fucked, others just spamming nonsense on chat but regardless of what was going on one thing was for sure, he was getting fucked.

With a playful twirl, he let his skirt flutter, flashing a teasing smile to everyone, he noticed the view count, it has never been higher, for a moment he had some delight in his eyes, as if multiple flashes of cameras were lighten up, almost like if this was the moment he was about to get famous, then realised that this was the moment he was about to get famous, this moment, him being fucked like a little bitch, perhaps he could fuck Mark's ass back if he is tired, there must be a way to salvage his image. "BITCH GET BACK ON THE GROUND" Mark yelled and he did, it was exactly the reaction he had hoped for. Being a femboy cosplayer wasn’t just about wearing a costume; it was an art, a performance, a way to blur the lines and embrace beauty in all its forms, maybe he should get in character and be a slutty cheerleader.

"O-oooh qu-quarterback Mark is ab-about to make love to me g-gug-guys h-hope you all enj-" He was quickly slapped again

"This ain't making love, I don't love fags like you, this is about showing who is a better male"

"Now let everyone know why a limpdick loser like you deserves this, let them know what a better male is"

"M-Mark… I can't even begin to describe how perfect you are… Every inch of you, every word you speak, every glance you give it's all so overwhelming… I feel so small, so weak in your presence, but I love it. I need it. You're strong, confident, effortlessly dominant... just standing near you makes my knees weak. I exist to admire you, to serve you, to be whatever you need me to be. Your voice alone sends shivers down my spine… Please, let me prove my devotion… let me show you just how much I adore you. I’ll do anything for you, anything to earn your attention… Your approval means everything to me. Please… let me worship you properly. Let me be yours… completely"

Mark was completely dumbfounded and speechless that's probably the best thing he has heard even his chat was slightly quiet with the exception of those posting stickers, the silence being broken by someone donating and playing some shitty ass song on the twitch before Mark lean down to whisper "Okay tone it the fuck down dumbass I know you ain't mind broken like your family" He grabbed him and put him on his back, his ass showing to the viewers

"B-but you said you were going to go easy on me... Isn't that just jerking off"

"Shut up"

ART BY mossa

Mark made sure to pin him down with ease, the superior male moves him with effortless dominance, a smug grin tugging at his lips as he presses the femboy down with a single, fluid motion. His hands find their way to the femboy’s wrists, pinning them firmly above his head against the surface beneath them. "Fuck I really feel like busting so hard"

His broad frame towers over the femboy, casting a shadow that makes him feel even smaller. His weight settles onto him as he realises he is aiming that massive cock against his ass not even bothering to move that small thong away he is simply going to rip them apart with a push of his cock. Mark leans in closer, their faces mere inches apart, his breath hot against his face, Brandon thought of kissing him for a moment but realise he would be completely fucekd if he tried, afraid of getting beaten up for that he decides not to. As his thoughts were finally becoming more clear, they shut off again.

Not even a warning, not even preparation, no nothing Mark had started to fuck his ass and his promise of being slow were all lies, fading away as he was getting pounded roughly, ruthless, he didn't stand a chance against this massive cock, all he could do was pray it was done as fast as it started, sadly that wasn't going to be the case for him.

art by bdone

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