Don't Even Bother
Don't Even Bother
David closed his laptop, hearing the familiar click as he pressed down on the monitor screen. He had memorized all the data: name, age, sex, occupation, normal hangouts, all contacts, from acquaintances to family, and how the client wished for it to play out. As a 20-year expert of his job, he pretty much knew the insides and outs of how these sort of things went down. Reading over details again became a monotonous chore, but had become so rudimentary that he almost did this by habit. But he enjoyed his work. The perks and benefits were more than enough to outweigh the little annoyances here and there.
His normal clientele consisted of high-end corporate stiffs who wanted to shut up any rising competition, or nobility wishing to rise the ranks and get their hands on inheritance first. Some wished for a public display of humiliation upon a family name, while others wanted death to have come "naturally," such as a heart attack or stroke that would be commonplace with the victims' age. Only rarely did he ever receive jobs from scorned lovers, but he always did enjoy those jobs the most.
In David's opinion, his next target was just a waste of time, but his line of work didn't give him the freedom to be opinionated. Mr. Tim, the anonymous name donned by the client, claimed that William Crees was a man he had fallen head over heels for. Brown hair, blue eyes, toned body, raging sex drive...it was enough to drive him crazy. David particularly chuckled at the part where Mr. Tim explained one particular incident where the sex had been so good, he had to be rushed to the hospital from cardiac arrest. But then business became the topic of discussion. David could remember how the conversation went as they discussed the issue between cups of mocha latte at a small coffee shop located conveniently in a very quiet section of town.
"He had me convinced that we were made for each other," Mr. Tim said, slamming down his cup of coffee, coughing from his exasperation. The man was worse for wear, with more wrinkles than face and teeth implants that looked like they were holding on for dear life. David sat across from him, unaffected by his sudden outburst. The latte was especially good here, and he wasn't going to waste a drop. "I was utterly in love with him myself. So much so, I considered marrying him. Somewhere out of the country, beautiful view and hot sex during the honeymoon."
"As it should be," David said, continuing to give an impression that he was somewhat interested in the story Mr. Tim had to tell.
"Well, I thought so, but he didn't. We had it all planned out: location, guests, colors, clothes, invitations, you name it. Then I show up to our apartment one day, feeling right as rain, and all his shit is gone. He left me! Took off and left with every penny I put forward for him."
David nodded, remembering the dossier he had read earlier that day. William, turns out, was a "daddy chaser," it seemed. Five times before poor old Mr. Tim, William had become romantically involved with older, handsomely-rich men. All had put forth money, both cash and expensive commodities, within the neighborhood of five billion dollars. Mr. Tim had become just another sugar daddy and was now left in the dust of perhaps his second Ferrari F430.
"Well, I'm sure I can guess how angry you must be over this loss, considering you even had the slightest notion to attempt to contact someone like me," he implied, smiling slightly at the right end of his mouth. David always enjoyed how his clients looked when their innocent natures are dashed by that statement. It was always a joy to see their sweat build and their bodies shift in their seats.
He received no such reaction from Mr. Tim. He merely nodded. David liked this kind of client, too. His kind was not held down by guilty conscience. It always made the nasty details easier to discuss.
"I still need to know something, Mr. Tim. How you answer this question will determine if whether or not I do this job for you. Do you understand me?"
"Yes, I understand," Mr. Tim replied, though not with confidence. He leaned in, intent on what I had to say. David leaned in as well, keeping the level of conversation to a bare minimum.
"How do you want this to play out? In other words..." David leaned in closer so the question could be made clear and so no prying ears could hear. "...how do you want him killed?"
Mr. Tim, unnerving, answered as if he had spent countless nights coming up with the perfect ending to this macabre tale. "I want you to woo him. I want you to make him think he has found his next unsuspecting victim. Get him to like you and then, when the time is right, slice open his throat. Let him die slowly, that way he has time to think about me and how he fucked me over."
David chuckled. This was a first. Not all scorned lovers liked the idea of their previous engagements falling for someone else, but David like the idea of his prey falling into a trap it couldn't escape from. He was already tingling with ideas.
"And do you mind, in any shape or form, how I handle your wishes?" David asked. Mr. Tim looked confused, obviously not understanding the question. David simplified. "Do you mind if I fuck him? Sounds like he's that kind of guy."
Mr. Tim let out a grunt, sitting back in his chair and slapping the table. "He certainly is. He's a firm believer in 'fuck on the first date.' And no, I don't mind. Do what you have to."
David nodded, smiling slightly. It had been a long time since he had a good fuck, and this would be the first time he would slaughter the meat after mincing it.
"Well, Mr. Tim, I believe our time for discussion is over." David stood, taking the manila envelope that contained the pre-discussed payment of one million dollars. Cash. Last thing Mr. Tim needed was a trail left on his credit card leading to some anonymous source. More for the authorities to have a field day with, David always said.
"I appreciate this very much. Thank you, Mr. ..."
"I don't give out details. Less for you to know and less for me to worry. Besides, Tim's not even your real name. You wish for your identity to remain classified. I'm just extending the same courtesy." David extended his hand, which Mr. Tim grasped, as firmly as a fifty-something old man could, and shook it with the vigor of a man who's whole life revolved around business meetings. David then left for Tim to cover the tab. He smirked at the afterthought of glancing down at Tim's pants and noticing the tent he had pitched.
With all details of his target clear in his head, David left the safety of his well-furnished apartment. Being a highly paid assassin always came with perks. Expensive furniture and high-end porn were just a couple on the list. His chosen attire was that of a man who looked like he had more than a few million dollars to blow. He donned a tailored suit, complete with dinner jacket, white button down shirt, red tie, black slacks, and shined shoes. These sort of clothes always made him feel uncomfortable. He never was a man of champagne and caviar. Though he did enjoy the feeling of the shirt caress his abdomen, hard and muscled from years of military training. He loved the way it tickled his body hair and showed off his pectorals and biceps. It was the main reason why he had to have the suit tailored. His muscles were too big to fit a normal-size shirt through them, and he wasn't about to wear a size too big just to accommodate this constraint. The suit he wore now looked like it was about to burst itself. Just the way David liked. He needed to look like expensive eye candy.
As he descended the stairs from the fifth floor, David decided he would take the Ducati 1200R. Motorcycles made a good choice. The close contact would set the mood for the evening. It was a little chilly tonight, which would make for a tight squeeze between their bodies. David was always a man for body contact and warmth, even if that body would be dead cold in an hour or two.
He roared the engine to life, shivers traveling down his spine from the beauty of its purr. He gripped the handlebars and revved the engines a little, which made him receive stares from passersby. He always enjoyed those who were envious for his treasures. He then sped across town, heading to his destination.
"Corporate Benefits" was exactly the sort of club David had expected. The cover charge was outrageous, all drinks were three times their price outside, all the patrons were overdressed and seemed disinterested in the loud dance music playing off the speakers, and the entertainment was high-class. The whole room was dimly lit. The furniture was over the top comfortable. There was no such thing as "cheap drinks" or "house wine" here. You paid enough to get in, you might as well drink like you have money. The dancers moved with the grace and confidence of men who knew they would leave with at least a grand in their tight-fit undergarments. David bought a shot Jager for ten dollars, downed it like he would his Robitussin, and proceeded to move across the floor, avoiding the crowd that assembled in the middle of the dance floor. Why it was called a dance floor, though, he couldn't figure out. There didn't seem to be a lot of dancing going on.
He went over the details in his head. William Crees was around twenty four. He had red hair and green eyes, all from the blood of a pure Irish family. He was as white as one, too, but that only added to his appeal. He had the body of, Mr. Tim claimed, a work of art. He had the tone of a man that didn't work out to show muscle, but to keep fit. His body was, regrettably, smooth as a baby's bottom. But David would move past that thought. It was, after all, for one night.
He finally reached the stage. It felt like the stage at a Fashion show. A long runway extended from the center. In the middle of the path, a circular area housed a metal stripper's pole that extended to the ceiling. The path then continued to a circular ending, where patrons could pass off money to receive various favors, such as a grope of the dancer's crotch, or maybe even a peek of the goodies behind the wrapping. Two dancers would work at either end of the backstage, and the main attraction would get his fun, and the most attention, at the center runway.
It was here David found William Crees. Right where Mr. Tim had found him last year. A perfect setup, he called it. William claimed that he had to take this job to pay for his bills and save up money for college. The gimmick lured Mr. Tim, and five other men apparently, right into his trap. Tonight, William would get his jollies again, however gilded they would be.
David couldn't help but admire the view. William slid up the pole, his leg wrapped around it and his hands gripped tight above his head. The blue silk briefs he wore looked two sizes too small. They perfectly accented his buttocks. He strutted away from the pole and reached the end of the runway, where he knelt down to his knees and scooped up the one hundred dollar bill someone had offered. David observed as William slid the bill into the waistband of his briefs, then gripped the front part of the band and slowly slid them down, inch by little inch. David perked up. So William didn't shave everywhere. Good, he thought, though he soon became disappointed when after only seeing half of the package, William snapped the band back up.
He was expensive, it seemed. And that same patron bought into William's teasing by raising another Benjamin Franklin for William to grab. William smiled down at him and quickly bent the front part all the way down, revealing the shaft he hid within. Woops and hollers followed from the crowd below him. Even David dropped his jaw. William may have been a gold digger, but he had the dick men only dreamed about. It had to be at least six inches semi-hard, foreskin covering the head, and no sign of a blemish or pulsating veins. Just a good, wholesome cock. Perfect...
David moved in, staring up at William as he walked to the stage. After William returned his cock to the confines of his blue silk underwear, their eyes met. His green eyes met the blue eyes of David, who looked like he had more than just a peep show in mind. He gave the air of a man who could probably buy out the club for a day or two and have all the dancers for himself. In all honesty, he probably could. David was never one to blow his hard-earned pay on brief lavishes of gluttony and lust. But tonight, he might have made an exception.
A couple of the bystanders moved away, making way for David to reach the stage. William had remained on his knees to see what David had to offer. The music was slightly tuned down in this area in case patrons had vocal inquiries with their monetary offerings. David produced three bills, which William attempted to grab. But David retracted his hand before William could retrieve it. By impulse, William reached for the money, leaning across the stage. David expected more experience from a boy who had obviously been at this job long enough to entice six high-end men to do his bidding. Now he was lapping at the money like a sick puppy. Or perhaps this was all part of his act. A desperate college student in need of a good meal and rent for the month. David didn't know. Neither did he care.
David grabbed William's shoulder and leaned him in closer where he whispered into the boy's ear, "How much is it going to take to get you off of this stage and into someplace...quieter?" He then licked the boy's ear, hoping he would catch on to what he was hinting to. He felt the boy shiver in his arm. A little too much shivering, though. But this was all very much a game to William as it was to David. David just had the home field advantage.
David turned his head as William turned his so he could whisper to David. "I'm very expensive for those kind of favors. But if you have the dough, I've got the goodies."
David lightly pushed him back onstage and removed his wallet from his back pocket, removed a few bills, all worth one hundred, and waved them in front of him. "There's plenty more where this is coming from. My motorcycle is parked out front, hot stuff. I have an extra helmet. Feel free to hop on if you want to take a ride." With that, David turned and left. He tightened his glutes, showing off his hard ass as he walked away. Nothing like adding fuel to the fire.
David had to only wait three minutes before he saw William, wearing more than just his blue briefs, but not much more, emerge from the club. He looked in the direction of David, who sat on the Ducati, one hand on the throttle and the other hand on his other throttle, giving both a good tug. William smiled at the sight. David smiled inside his helmet for a completely different reason.
William walked towards him and hopped on behind David, putting on the helmet that was resting on the back end of the seat. He sat on the back and pressed himself into David, eliminating any space between their two bodies. As he did so, he yelled over the engine, "I hope you can put your money where your mouth is."
"Only if you put your mouth where my dick is," David said without missing a beat. William seemed to get a kick out of that statement as he rested himself against David. With both ready to leave, David throttled and drove off towards a hotel. One rule he always followed: never take your target to your hideout.
As they drove across the city, both attempted to make light of the close contact. William's hands, which were around David's chest, slid down his belly to his groin, where he began to fondle David's meat. David was very proud and grateful of the gift God had given him when it came to how well-endowed he was. It maxed out at eight inches, and it had plenty of girth to go along with it. He felt William's fingers squeeze at the head and slide across the full length while his other hand firmly massaged the family jewels. He was almost surprised his slacks hadn't come undone with all of the fondling when they reached the motel.
It was one of those rundown shindigs at the far end of town. Old, decrepit, and didn't even offer HBO. David figured the only reason it was still in business was because of the prostitution ring that was run by the owner. You have to store your goods somewhere. Might as well have a lot of room. In this case, rooms.
David bought a one bed room for the night and grabbed William's hand as he led him to room five. He unlocked the door and after locking it back behind him, the fun truly began.
They weren't even in the room for two seconds before William blurted out the words, "I said I wasn't cheap." He obviously didn't like the choice of quarters David had decided on. He stood with his hip cocked to the side, his arms folded across his chest.
David grinned. "I didn't think you were. But I have a life outside of my thirst for a good piece of ass. I prefer to keep the two separated." He produced his wallet again and removed a big wad of money worth up to three grand. "You understand, don't you?"
Those arms unfolded and grabbed the money as quick as a flash. He definitely had the attitude of a starving college student. David could only guess that the riches he stole from his previous victim had all been gambled away. He sifted through the bills, mouthing the amount as he counted. The kid at least had good looks. That seemed to be all he had going for him.
Once William seemed to be content that he had been given a nice sum of cash, he stashed it away in his pocket. "Thanks. You've just made my night."
"Good." David replied, unbuttoning his slacks. "Now it's time you made mine." He unzipped and slid down his pants, revealing his prized shaft. He had decided to go commando tonight. He had intended for events to lead this way tonight. Might as well have one less garment to remove.
William immediately glanced down and marveled at the dick he had just had his hand around. He licked his lips and shifted in his stance. David knew that attitude. William had dick on the brain now. Hopefully he could suck as good as he could dance.
William walked forward, pushed David against the wall, and slid down to David's crotch. He seemed purely amazed at what he saw. David figured he must not have seen a cock this size before. Perhaps all his previous engagements compensated small size with big bucks. Now he was seeing what big business was really all about.
"Damn..." he whispered. All of William's fondling had made David grow to full size. The cut masterpiece poked out towards William, as if pointing him where it should go: right in his mouth.
"Damn right," David said back. He gripped William's head by his hair and turned his face upward. "Now do what you've been paid for and show me how much you like it."
With that, William smiled and slid his tongue across the bottom, starting from the base and working his way up. The warm tongue flicked at the middle, giving David a wave of heat that rushed his body. This kid knew what he was doing. He then reached the bottom tip of the head, gave his tongue another flick, and proceeded to lather the entire head with the saliva of his mouth. His hand gripped his cock and tugged back and forth as he licked the head. His other hand cupped David's balls, fondling them and kneading them through his fingers.
William was making extra effort not to snag on any of David's pubic hair, and wasn't too firm or too soft with his grip. It made David want the boy's mouth around his cock more and more. Hands were not going to work for the whole time.
"Come on, boy," David said in a raspy voice, driven by the lust of the moment. "The head isn't the only thing that needs to be warm and wet. Give my cock the treatment I paid for."
William did not skip a beat and plunged head on down David's length, not stopping until he reached the base, his nose buried deep in David's pubic hair. The sheer size of David's cock made William gag, causing David to buck into his mouth, which made an even deeper gag follow.
"Fuck yes! Damn, you've got a mouth on you. Show me what you got. Suck it."
William started sliding his mouth up and down David's shaft, gliding his tongue across the base for added pleasure. He bobbed up to the tip of his head and slid down the length over and over, slicking up the cock he was paid good money to please. Every so often, William would press his lips down as tight as he could, squeezing David's dick. He would have this tight grip start at the base and then slide his mouth up to the tip of the head, as if trying to squeeze out the last bits of toothpaste from a practically empty tube. Then he would release his lips, releasing a wave of warm erotic pleasure that traveled through David's cock.
Damn he has skill, David thought to himself. He rubbed the sides of William's head, stroking his cheeks and massaging his ears. He then attempted to grab William by the hair on the back of his head and shove him all the way down to his base, but he immediately felt that familiar choke upon his dick. He loved the feel of someone gagging from the length of meat shoved down their mouth. Most guys loved it. William, however, was not turning out to be one of those guys. He immediately moved his head off of David's phallus and coughed a few times.
"What the fuck, man? Tryin' to kill me or what?" He had a look of disgust and cleaned his mouth of the precum and saliva that usually adorned a man's mouth when he's giving a good dick sucking.
David frowned. That was a complete waste of lube. William would need that if he was expected to take all of it in his other hole. He almost had the notion from a small voice in the back of his head to go ahead and kill him now for back talking. David shoved that thought away quickly, though. Last thing he wanted was to have a bad case of blue balls or a slim thought of "finishing the job" with a dead corpse.
Instead, David finished taking off his slacks and reached into his pocket. William looked up with confusion.
"Just wait," David said. He finally found the small bottle he usually carried around whenever he was in that type of mood. It was a brown opaque bottle with no label. He waved it in front of William. "Want some of this? Should help with the gag reflex."
William's face lit up. He immediately grabbed the bottle. "You didn't tell me you had poppers. Jeez, why didn't you fucking pull this out in the first place? I could have made your dick swell beyond belief from the start, man." He took two long sniffs from the bottle, replacing the cap as he finished. He handed the bottle back to David, who proceeded to remove the rest of his suit. The dinner jacket slid off with ease, and as he was unbuttoning the white shirt and removing the tie, William returned to his work with a newfound vigor, as if he were an Ethiopian child that just received his first bowl of chicken noodle soup.
"Oh fuck yeah, now that's the ticket. Give me that mouth," David roused, bobbing his dick in and out of William's mouth, who was now taking it with ease. The poppers had done exactly what they were meant to do. William had begun to relax and get lost in the moment, widening that mouth and forgetting all about that annoying gag reflex all humans had a tendency to struggle with. Soon he hoped the other drug laced in with the poppers would begin to take effect as well.
He unbuttoned the cuff links of his shirt and slid it off, exposing all of his upper body to the heat that was slowly beginning to build in the room. Tiny beads of sweat glistened on his toned neck and hairy chest. He immediately returned his hands to the bobbing head with the mouth wrapped around his throbbing cock. William, who ceased all talking and only made guttural moans, made quick work of the rest of David's undergarments. The work was so quick, David felt little time pass between William's mouth sliding off his dick to remove his boxer briefs to sliding right back over his head. It was all done with one swift motion. David was impressed. The kid had talent.
As time progressed, David could begin to feel William's mouth relax, losing the vigorous grip his lips once held. The tongue had almost retracted to the base of William's mouth. Most clientele would have probably slapped William on the cheek to perk him back up. David, however, let it happen. He slowly smiled to himself as he watched William slowly inch off of David's cock. William's strength slowly faded as he went from resting on his knees to laying on the ground, practically unable to move his body. He looked around the room with the stare of a drunkard who had no recollection of how he ended up on the floor to begin with. David stared down at his bewildered whore, his naked frame more tantalizing when it seemed helpless. Soon, William ceased all attempts at movement. He just lied there, unable to move, motionless and within a hypnotized state. Tiny moans escaped his lips and his head moved around at a slow pace.
David lowered himself to the floor, his cock dripping with William's saliva and the precum that began to drip from the slit of his head. He crawled on all fours across William until he was looking directly down on the kid, his face pitiful and fearful. David lowered his head to leave a kiss upon William's lips, suckling on his lower lip as he departed.
"Don't worry, William," he said, petting his face. "It's only Rohypnol." Finally, William's head collapsed to the floor, too tired and drugged to continue.
David had been glad the "hotel service" catered to all walks of sexual deviance. As William laid helpless and unable to move, David had quickly put back on his shirt and pants, skipping all other garments, including underwear and shoes, and walked back to the hotel lobby, where he asked for a few items that "the whore was requesting," as David put it. The lady behind the booth, tits flopping out of her tank top that clearly was a kid's size shirt, gave a cocaine-doped stare and walked to the back room to see what she could find. He was able to procure two sets of handcuffs, two belts, a mouth gag, and some rope. The rope was the bitch's suggestion.
"These ijots sometimes think they wanna, but they really don't. This'll help wit dat."
"Thanks," he replied, walking out quickly so as not to lose the boner he was desperately trying to keep. Kind of hard to do when there's not a warm mouth around it.
Within about 5 minutes, David moved William's body to the single bed, whose sheets looked like they hadn't seen a washing machine in months, handcuffed both his hands to either post of the headboard with both sets of handcuffs, looped the belts around the two posts at the foot of the bed and fixed his ankles into them, and even took the lady's words to heart and tied the rope around the bed twice, locking William's body to the bed nice and tight. Then David lifted the bottom edge of the black plastic bag David had slipped over William's head when his body was still on the floor and looped the ball gag around the boy's head, placed the ball in his mouth and locked the belt tight. Afterwards, David stood at the foot of the bed and gazed upon his work. William's body laid spread across the bed, locked in place by all his limbs and his lower abdomen, still drugged by the Rohypnol that David had managed to lace into the bottle of poppers. The dose worked well together; while numbing the mind and senses, it slowly deteriorated muscle use and mental capacity. It left the victim in a vegetative state: motionless, speechless, and ripe for the taking.
David found his prize much more tantalizing when it couldn't use its big mouth to complain. He could never see why Mr. Tim or all the other daddies before him had fallen for such a twit, but good looks apparently count for something in today's world. Tonight, though, no words or amount of good looks would save him. He was nothing but a piece of ass that was ready to be fucked raw then tossed outside with the trash. Thoughts like these made David rock hard instantly. He thought about seeing a shrink about them, but he decided to act out upon it instead. Seems to work so far, he thought, nodding his head at his wrapped up present.
As quickly as he had dressed, he removed his shirt and slacks and began to rub his shaft with a few soft strokes of his hand. Stiff as a boar and horny as a jackrabbit, he soon hopped onto the bed, placing his body over the sleeping beauty. He rested his knees on William's legs and put more force into his knees. William was in for a rude awakening when the Rohypnol would start to wear off. And wild birds aren't meant to be caged, as they say.
With one swift motion, David tore the bag off of William's face and threw it off the bed. William's eyes squinted tightly from the flood of light in the room. David saw his arms attempt to move, but the handcuffs held him in place. He was still dazed from the strong dose of Roofies coursing through his brain. He'd be like that for another good while. David had hoped he would be a little more conscious by this time. Pathetic...
David arched his right arm a couple feet from William's face and swiftly swung forward with an open palm, slapping him hard against his cheek. William's head jerked left, then jerked back on impulse. A bright red handprint blazed across his left cheek, and David could see some slight swelling. The sight had him in an uncontrollable lust. It was enough to make any secretive sadistic dominant cream across the floor in ecstasy.
Before William could make any guttural moans of protest, which would have been all he could do thanks to the ball gag, David shoved his other hand onto William's neck and squeezed it tightly, cutting off the boy's breathing. He began to slowly turn blue and would gag in any attempts to breathe.
"I didn't say you could speak, boy," David said, his voice low and dripping with a dominance that was carnal and demanding. William's eyes went from sealed shut to wide open, but were now having trouble staying open from the lack of air circulation. David eased up, and he could hear strong gasps for air through the boy's nose. The drugs had to be wearing off by now. He felt a strong bucking beneath him as William attempted to free himself. David was thankful the crackwhore at the front desk had suggested the rope. The movement was slight, not enough to cause any worry of escape.
"Stop or I'll make sure you won't be able to breathe at all," David demanded, squeezing against William's neck again. The familiar choking sounds resonated through the ball gag. David taunted the boy with low moaning sounds as he circled his head around, soaking in the torment and pain. His dick leaked precum across the bed sheets, joining in the pools of a thousand men that had come, both literally and figuratively, before him.
He once again eased up on his grip, allowing William to breathe. The clank of handcuffs and belt loops echoed through the room with each jerk of William's limbs as they tried desperately to break free from their bondage.
David decided he had had enough taunting for one night. Time to get the job done. But first, his needs had to be fulfilled. He would not be able to drive home comfortably with an 8 inch anaconda resting in his lap. Driving a motorcycle with a boner was bothersome.
David held William's head in place. He could hear what he assumed were attempts to scream through the ball gag.
"Yes, keep screaming," David snarled, taking in the boy's fear. He then gripped the boy's orange hair tightly, pulling his head a little closer to David's face. The tears streamed across William's face, falling from his cheeks to the white bed sheets beneath him. "Actually, don't even bother. No one's going to hear you. No one but me, anyway. And the only thing you're doing to me is making me even harder, but it's slightly annoying. So I suggest you shut the fuck up, or I'll go ahead and kill you. Don't hesitate to think I won't rape a dead boy."
That was entirely not true. David had standards. But it was enough to get the boy to shut up. Thank God...
"That's much better. Be quiet like the piece of shit that you are." He arched forward to a night stand located on the left side of the head of the bed and found a condom he had grabbed out of his wallet. David had one rule when it came to fucking targets: No bare backing. Friends and acquaintances and even one night stands received proper treatment of every inch of skin across his cock, but condoms made less mess and left no evidence. He ripped open the tiny wrapper and removed the slightly lubed condom. He flung the wrapper at William's face, snickering as he flinched when it hit him in the eye.
"But you're not going to die yet, whore," he said as he slid the condom across his dick. "Someone paid me plenty to make sure you suffered tonight. In fact, I'll be sure to take back that money before I leave. You definitely won't have a use for it."
William bucked again as he realized what would happen. David gave one hard punch to the boy's abdomen, forcing the boy's body down. When he tried to arch up in the pain, David held the boy down by the neck again. He gripped even more tightly than previously, instantly changing the boy's face from bright red to royal blue. It was quite a lovely sight.
"Buck again and see what the fuck happens." David's eyes flashed with an evil stare that seemed to peer directly into William's. All he could do was stare back in horror, his body aching, his neck squeezed, and his hole not even primed up for David's cock. Without a condom, this would have been a raw punk fuck. Wonderful to the fucker, horrible to the fucked...in most cases.
William began to cry in streams of tears as they rolled across his cheeks. The sobs normally associated with crying looked more like attempts to swallow the ball gagging his mouth. David always loved it when they just began to cry accepting defeat or seeing a bleak and nonexistent chance at escape. It gave him a feeling of superiority and control. The boy's life was now in David's hands, and there was nothing poor little William, the little whore from Pasadena, could do about it.
David reached forward and cupped the boy's cheek and softly rubbed along his tear lines. David's face went soft and showed a sign of worry. "Don't cry, William. Please don't cry..."
William looked up and gazed into David's eyes. A slimmer of hope glowed once again as he thought that maybe David had had enough with this horrible game. But that was all soon dashed when the hand that cupped his cheek suddenly slapped his other cheek harder than the last.
David then moved his hands to underneath William's knees, lifting his legs as far as they could go without putting too much strain on the belt loops. It was barely enough to expose William's glorious hairless hole to David, but barely enough was just enough.
"You look even uglier when you cry," he said, his face back to the evil smirk as he threw his hips forward, forcing all eight inches of his shaft deep into William's ass. William screamed in pain as he felt his insides tear open, the searing heat and stinging coursing up his body. His pain response was fast and he immediately tried to move his butt so he could get David out of him. The sensation, however, felt nice to David, as he gripped the boy's legs to steady William and himself.
"You're going to do the fucking for me, boy? How nice, but that's not how I do things...or whores like you." With that, he pushed forward, ending what little work William had accomplished. He winced in pain and cried out in agony as David pulled out and pushed forward in a nice rhythmic motion.
"Fuck yes," he groaned, slightly picking up his pace. The pain was still strong as his body refused to adjust to David's cock. Any and all attempts to escape remained futile, but William still flailed his limbs to try to break the cuffs or belts.
"That is one hot ass you have, boy. Fuck yeah, it's so hot and tight. I'd keep you tied up in my room and make you take my cock every night until you could suck a golf ball up this hole."
These strong dominant overtones continued as David's pace quickened. His thoughts filled with William sprawled across his bed at home, which was definitely ten times more comfortable than this piece of shit called a mattress, ass open to the elements and his hands tied to a head post. It would be absolutely perfect to come home from another acquired bounty hit and just strip and fuck the shit out of an unwilling hole. It would definitely ease the stress, that's for sure.
Soon, David's rhythm became erratic and his dick swelled in girth. William cried loudly, but the ball gag covered most of the noise. It was a sound so hot and erotic. David thought to himself that he should have brought a recorder. He could get off just to those muttering noises of pain. Right now, though, he was about to get off to the whole package.
"Fuck yeah, boy, fuck yeah, fuck yeah here it comes! FFUUUUCK!" He arched forward, shoving his cock back in to the base and further as jets splattered into the walls of the condom, stream after hot stream of semen exploding forth from David's head. He would buck further with each consecutive stream that followed, giving William wave after wave of intense pain. He couldn't take failing at escaping anymore as he just laid there and let David ejaculate. Eventually David stopped thrusting and just collapsed on top of William, his breathing ragged and his body hot and drenched in sweat. William's tears fell against David's cheeks as he slowly recovered himself. It had been months since he had released a good load like that, and David just wanted to enjoy the beautiful sensations just a little bit longer.
After three minutes, David rose up and straddled William as he pulled out his semi hard penis from Williams hole, red and raw from the relentless and merciless fucking. William released one more cry of pain when David's head slipped out of him. It had remained absolutely dry even with his own body's natural fluids attempting to lubricate his hole. He probably wouldn't be able to walk straight for at least a week.
Oh, about that...
David immediately got dressed as he let William lie on the bed. He made no attempt to straighten himself up. He grabbed the black plastic bag that had covered up William's face and put the used condom inside, then wrapped it up and put the bag in his pocket. He would dispose of that little piece of evidence properly.
He then turned to the still William as he stared up at the ceiling, whispering in an inaudible tone. David assumed the boy was praying to God or something. One final effort to find some glimmer of hope.
David walked up and ripped the pillow that was underneath William's head. This brought William out of his trance and forced him to look up at David, whose smile could kill bears.
"Don't even bother, fucker. He can't hear you."
It only took about three minutes forced underneath a pillow for William's body to stop bucking, his breathing completely cut off and his life slowly slipping away. David had managed to recount the entire transaction of this job in his head for double assurance by the time William's body went cold and limp.
The End