{"sf1_id":959890,"sf2_id":"ZmMJxNkn","title":"Secret Stream","author":"coolboyyo","words":1178,"posted_at":"2016-01-30T03:52:00.000Z","tags":["Death","Deer","Gay","Gore","Hyena","Musk deer","Snuff"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/959890-secret-stream","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/ZmMJxNkn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/ed/1e/ed1e525b-b3c2-4212-89d5-1c4c158fb0b4","description":"it's not long. The pair might pop up in other stuff","content":"Octavio's eyes open slowly. \u0026nbsp;'Jeez, how long was I out?' \u0026nbsp;He reaches to scratch his eyes, only to find himself restrained. \u0026nbsp;He looks up, seeing his wrists tied with a thick rope. \u0026nbsp;The rope extends up into a black void. \u0026nbsp;Quickly, he begins to formulate a plan. \u0026nbsp;With a kick, he attempts to swing his legs up to possibly catch on the rope. \u0026nbsp;From there, he could get some slack on it to start at untying himself. \u0026nbsp;His idea was cut very short as his ankles were yanked back, tied to the ground with another length of rope. \u0026nbsp;He groans, unhappy with the revelation. \u0026nbsp;Then, suddenly, the lights click on. \u0026nbsp;He holds his breath, afraid of someone coming in. \u0026nbsp;When no one does, he exhales and looks at his newly revealed surroundings.\n\nIt must be a warehouse, that's the only thing that could be this large and spacious. \u0026nbsp;In front of him sits a camera, a fairly large one, connected to a laptop on a small rolling cart. \u0026nbsp;The camera's lens gives a distorted reflection of the buck's predicament, showing him something he hadn't realized in the dark. \u0026nbsp;Looking down, he confirms it.\n\nHe's naked.\n\nHow he didn't notice it he has no idea. \u0026nbsp;Every attempt at covering himself is thwarted by his restraints. \u0026nbsp;A chill runs through him. \u0026nbsp;Is there a draft? \u0026nbsp;At his position, he can't see any sort of entrances. \u0026nbsp;No doors, no windows... \u0026nbsp;He looks back at the camera and notices something odd. \u0026nbsp;Was that light always on?\n\n\"HELLO VIEWERS\"\n\nA pair of clawed hands slap on his shoulders, making him let out a terrified yelp. \u0026nbsp;From around behind him steps a hyena, dressed in a smock and green latex gloves and, from what the captive can tell, nothing else. \u0026nbsp;Stuttering, the buck tries to speak, \"W-who a-are you? \u0026nbsp;Where am I?\"\n\nAll he gets in response is a laugh, something characteristic of the species, \"Who? \u0026nbsp;Where? \u0026nbsp;You sure do like questions!\" \u0026nbsp;With almost a bouncing gait, the hyena walks to the laptop and spins it around. \u0026nbsp;On the screen is what seems to be a video. \u0026nbsp;The video is...him? \u0026nbsp;Octavio looks at the screen and sees, well, Octavio. \u0026nbsp;He moves his head, watching the video move. \u0026nbsp;A white box sits next to the video, scrolling ever so often. \u0026nbsp;Then suddenly, it hits him. \u0026nbsp;That isn't a video.\n\nIt's a livestream.\n\nHis eyes widen as he starts to struggle again, the rope stripping the fur from his wrists. \u0026nbsp;The thought of people watching him, watching whatever this insane hyena is going to do, scares him to the bone. \u0026nbsp;\"Please! \u0026nbsp;Let me go!\" he begs. \u0026nbsp;The hyena laughs again, head thrown back.\n\n\"After all the trouble I went through? \u0026nbsp;Why should I!\" \u0026nbsp;He pulls a box from the bottom of the cart, setting it by the laptop. \u0026nbsp;Opening it, he pulls out what looks like a swab and dips it in a translucent blue liquid. \u0026nbsp;Walking back to the buck, he rubs it down his naked chest. \u0026nbsp;It's cold.\n\n\"W-what is that? \u0026nbsp;What are you doing?\"\n\n\"Oh questions questions~ \u0026nbsp;You LOVE questions~ \u0026nbsp;It's a disinfectant! \u0026nbsp;Wouldn't want you to get sick during our fun~\"\n\nThe mention of 'fun' only raises more questions, ones Octavio doesn't know if he wants answered. \u0026nbsp;The hyena looks over to the screen, walking to retrieve something from the box. \u0026nbsp;One of the many scrolling comments catches his eye, eliciting another manic laugh from him. \u0026nbsp;\"Well now, looks like you already have some fans~ \u0026nbsp;Maybe you should put on a show before the 'main attraction'\" \u0026nbsp;\n\nHe sets down whatever he picked up, turning to the deer. \u0026nbsp;His gloved hand tickles as it runs up Octavio's hardening cock. \u0026nbsp;He thrashes again, wanting to escape from his captor's touch. \u0026nbsp;\"S-stop it!\" he shouts, unable to get away. \u0026nbsp;The other hand starts moving up his side, fingers walking up like he's some sort of child. \u0026nbsp;They reach his head, sliding the first two digits in his mouth, silencing his protests. \u0026nbsp;He can feel something pricking his tongue through the gloves, claws maybe? \u0026nbsp;He bites at the oral intruders, wanting to at least show that he won't give in. \u0026nbsp;Sadly, that was a mistake. \u0026nbsp;The hand on his shaft grabs tight to his balls, claws poking at it painfully. \u0026nbsp;The hyena looks up with a smile, a look of malice in his eyes.\n\n\"Hey now, friend, don't do that! \u0026nbsp;If you do something like that again, I'll have to take something away from you. \u0026nbsp;You wouldn't want that, would you?\" \u0026nbsp;The grip tightens, claws digging into the skin. \u0026nbsp;Before said skin is broken, he releases, the deer sighing as the pain stops. \u0026nbsp;\"Now then, let's get on with the show~\" \u0026nbsp;He walks back to the box and pulls out a sharp scalpel, going back to the captive. \u0026nbsp;He presses the tip into Octavio, making him bite his lip to hold back the sound of pain. \u0026nbsp;Holding back doesn't last long as the blade is dragged across him. \u0026nbsp;Octavio lets out a wail of pain as the chat goes wild. \u0026nbsp;Red blood starts to drip down out the wound, coloring the green gloves along with staining his fur. \u0026nbsp;As he reaches the other side of the deer, the hyena sets down the scalpel, turning to mug for the camera. \u0026nbsp;Then, with another manic laugh, he dives his hands into the wound, laughter mixing with the screams of pain from his unwilling patient.\n\n\"NO! \u0026nbsp;STOP! PLEASE!\" \u0026nbsp;the deer shrieks as he looks down, seeing his guts being slowly pulled out. \u0026nbsp;His head feels light as he sees his own insides, unable to process the events. \u0026nbsp;The hyena stretches the intestines out, making sure the viewers can see as much as possible. \u0026nbsp;With a grin, he sets them around his neck like a macabre parody of a scarf. \u0026nbsp;\n\nLaughing, he flicks the deer's still hard cock, \"You're enjoying this? \u0026nbsp;You really ARE a freak!\" \u0026nbsp;He takes another grip of the shaft, blood oozing down to soak it, and strokes it. \u0026nbsp;Octavio, still partially numb from the whole sensation, barely can feel anything. \u0026nbsp;Nevertheless, the hyena continues to play with his victim's meat, jerking him off until finally, and reluctantly, he cums. \u0026nbsp;The white sticky seed blends with the red blood and viscera, a mixture the hyena licks up gladly. \u0026nbsp;Standing up, he forcefully kisses him, forcing him to taste his own seed, mixed with his blood. \u0026nbsp;As he's distracted by the kiss, he slips off a glove, revealing a sharp set of claws. \u0026nbsp;In one swift movement, his hand moves up and slashes at his throat, red blood spraying freely. \u0026nbsp;The hyena doesn't break the kiss, holding the victim in place as he gurgles, choking on his blood. \u0026nbsp;He drinks up his last breaths, feeling the body going limp. \u0026nbsp;The hyena slides down, dragging blood with him, as he drinks straight from the gushing wound. \u0026nbsp;Walking back to the camera, swinging his hips, he gives the audience a good view of his bloody maw before switching the stream off, cleaning up for the next stream.\n\n\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n\n"}