When I left the house hours before to make the trip into one of the more exclusive neighborhoods, I analyzed the event from a few days before. While I'd seen Harrison naked, I hadn't taken the time to study him. While he was soft and didn't have an overabundance of muscle, I'd enjoyed the way he looked. My body was naturally devoid of hair except for the sparse hair at the base of my penis. The excessive hair on his chest, ass, and legs was pleasant to look at, and the thick bush around his cock was springy and soft. I remembered the feel of it when I'd secured his chastity device.
I hadn't planned to touch him when I ordered him to bathe, but I couldn’t allow him to disobey my commands. Spanking him was so different from the times I’d whipped him. His ass soft and shook under the impact of my hand. My hand sank into the lush curves. I shook my head as I brought my attention back to my task at hand.
It was just my next step of stripping him of his body autonomy. He needed to learn that his body no longer belonged to him—that it was mine alone. Whatever I wanted to do to him was my prerogative. He would submit without thought. What I wanted I'd get, and the sooner he realized that, his life with me would become easier. The last few days, I did nothing more than make sure he was fed.
In those hours I observed him through the camera I had placed, I realized that I couldn't do away with him. I didn't understand when killing him was marked off as an option. In order to keep him, I needed to break him. I needed to make sure that he learned his only reason for living would be by making me happy.
Yet, I also found myself growing attached to him. I thought about him as I performed my daily tasks at work or simply when I laid in bed at night before I forced my body to rest. I hadn't slept more than a few hours a night in my life. At one point, I'd imagined all the scenarios I’d found intriguing when I moved him upstairs and had him sleeping beside my bed.
I also worried about how I would deal with another human in my space. I barely tolerated my own company. I rarely spoke for the fact that the tone annoyed me.
Thinking of him was dangerous and a distraction I didn't need. I could study the oddness of my reactions to him later. I stretched out in the high grass on my stomach.
I set up on a deserted road that ran along the back of my mark's home. The LED display of my watch flashed the time when I pressed a button on the side. It was almost one a.m., and my mark was having drinks with a scantily clad woman. I imagined the conversation going on between the two. The man's hand was tucked between the woman's thin thighs, and from her expression, she wasn't unwilling to receive his attentions.
My mark set his drink aside, and he dropped to his knees between her spread legs. His hands pushed up the cups of her bikini top to expose firm breasts, and she threw her head back as the man squeezed them. She threw her legs over his shoulders as he ate her pussy. I grew bored with the display.
Sex was a biological imperative to continue the human race. It was a desire some humans had to form a connection with another being on a physical level. As I’d never experienced pleasure during my limited experiments, I saw the act as completely unnecessary.
It would be easy enough to take him out as his female companion occupied him, but I had only received payment for the one kill. Unless she posed an inconvenience, I couldn't justify her elimination. I'd parked my vehicle a mile away and laid in the shrubbery that lined the abandoned road. When I'd staked it out a few days before, I hadn't noticed any fresh tracks in the dirt.
A high-pitched squeal moved along the breeze as my mark's companion reached orgasm. I rolled my eyes as the man pushed his swimming trunks over his ass and I stared down my scope. His head was beside hers. I slowly inhaled, and as I exhaled, I squeezed the trigger. Through the scope I watched my mark's head explode. Brain matter covered her face as the silent, horrified expression turned into a scream.
I calmly stood and slung my rifle over my shoulder. I would melt down the weapon as soon as I returned home. Not only did the furnace do away with the bodies I was contracted to dispose of, but it also served well to destroy other evidence. I made the leisurely hike back to my vehicle, stowed my weapon in the trunk, and got in the driver's seat. I turned on the scanner to monitor police channels.
The reciting of a familiar address made me pay closer attention. It wasn’t for the location of the man I'd just killed, but Harrison's. Suspicious disappearance. A nine-one-one call was made for mail piling up. There was no mention of foul play. That was a complication I didn't need, but one that I'd seen coming. Sooner or later, I figured something would bring his disappearance to the attention of the cops.
I direct deposited Harrison's last paycheck for a full week, doctoring my payroll software that he'd clocked in and out on Monday and Tuesday. That would have him missing for only a few days without being accounted for. I'd driven by his house and didn't see his mail piling up.
The trip home didn't take long as my mark lived on the edge of the city. I made quick work of placing my rifle and my clothes in the furnace. I stoked the embers with an iron bar until the remnants of wood caught, then I placed fresh wood on top. It didn't take long for the seasoned wood to ignite. I strode barefoot across the yard and entered the house. I'd left long after I'd fed Harrison. Entering my office, I slipped behind my desk and sat naked in my leather chair. When I woke my computer, the cameras were the first thing I saw.
He was curled up in the middle of his mattress. I noticed that it was slowly losing air and I would need to take care of that tomorrow after I returned from work. I already anticipated a visit from the police as my office was Harrison's last known place of employment.
I felt none of the concern I probably should have when it came to a visit from law enforcement. I worked with them on quite a few occasions, mostly questioning them on the stand as I defended my clients, but we had a good rapport. I learned that if you treated someone with respect, you were more likely to be thought of with less suspicion. I'd made it almost forty years without a criminal record. Even in my teens, I was above reproach. They hadn't even investigated my parents’ death, and after the age of sixteen, I hadn't repeated my therapy experience. Any tapes and transcripts had ended up burned right along with the doctor's body.
If I knew nothing in life, I knew how to dispose of evidence.
The shifting of Harrison's form made me focus and zoom in the camera a bit more. His blanket shifted and rested low across his hips. I traced the curve of his belly with my gaze. I pulled the memory of him bare in front of me as he bathed and wrapped my hand around my semi-erection. Stroking the length, I assumed men would be ashamed of the fact their dicks wouldn't get hard, but my flaccid length was just a way of life.
Maybe my impotence was about my inability to connect to another person on a human level. My emotional detachment the reason I couldn't sustain an erection long enough to enjoy the act. The inflicting of pain was the only sensation that even made my body respond, but the moment I was done with the punishment, it was nothing.
I released my cock and got up to head to the kitchen for a glass of water before bed. I needed to continue Harrison's lessons. I couldn't allow his comfort to grow until he was unafraid of the death that I'd promised him. Yes, I was no longer killing him, but that didn't mean he needed to know about it. After I got the cops to move in a different direction, I would double my efforts.
I made a list of new purchases I’d need to make in order to move forward. I paused in front of the basement door as I downed the glass of ice-cold water. After I slept and took care of my work day, I had a weekend to keep him on edge. Pain and pleasure, I needed him to be unsure of what came next. Reward or punishment, or could they be one and the same?
I felt invigorated by my new plan and how pretty my boy would be when he finally broke.