Thought I would try something different and get people's input on where to take this story. Each part will end with a question. Feel free to comment, vote, post pictures, etc. I'll use the best ideas to write the next part. Hope it's fun.
Part 1
Fuck!
Joshua Everson sat back in his plush black desk chair. His heart was pounding. His dick was hard.
Holy fucking FUCK!
What had he done?
The man who had just left Josh's office had offered him an obscene amount of money for a contract. A very particular contract. Josh had asked for an even more obscene amount of money. The man had called his employer. The deal was accepted. There was no paperwork. Not even a handshake. Josh knew that the man who had just hired him had enough power to make him die in any number of creative and exquisitely painful ways if he didn't do what he said he would.
FUCK!
Josh ran a service for celebrities and the very wealthy. He made it possible for them to fulfill their darkest fantasies. He provided the place. He provided the tools. He provided the victim. And then he provided the cleanup. It was all extremely discreet. He was always amazed at the people who would pay very large sums to snuff a hot boy. It had made Josh very, very rich.
But Josh had dealt in types: Blonde, smooth, swimmer's build. Dark hair, a couple days scruff, light chest hair. He hunted his victims among rent boys, drug users, the kind of boys who wouldn't be missed. Or at least not very much. Clean them up, the right clothes, the right styling, and they could be made beautiful. Like models. And they mostly went along with it. At least until the fun started. And sometimes they were so star-struck that they didn't believe it was real until they were beyond saving anyway.
But this? This was the opposite. The exact opposite. He had just agreed to provide a victim that would be more than missed. He wouldn't be providing a celebrity a boy to snuff. He was going to be providing a celebrity boy to be snuffed.
But fuck. This would be worth the risk just to watch.
He took his phone out of his jacket pocket and called Dmitri, his head procurer. It went to voice mail.
"I've just set up an assignment. Can't talk about it over the phone. It's for a very specific young man. You're going to hate me.
Meet me in two hours at the usual.
Oh, and Dima, this is going to be so fucking hot."
So who is the celebrity boy Josh has been hired to get? Actor? Athlete? Annoying teen boy singer? The discussion is open!
Part 1
Fuck!
Joshua Everson sat back in his plush black desk chair. His heart was pounding. His dick was hard.
Holy fucking FUCK!
What had he done?
The man who had just left Josh's office had offered him an obscene amount of money for a contract. A very particular contract. Josh had asked for an even more obscene amount of money. The man had called his employer. The deal was accepted. There was no paperwork. Not even a handshake. Josh knew that the man who had just hired him had enough power to make him die in any number of creative and exquisitely painful ways if he didn't do what he said he would.
FUCK!
Josh ran a service for celebrities and the very wealthy. He made it possible for them to fulfill their darkest fantasies. He provided the place. He provided the tools. He provided the victim. And then he provided the cleanup. It was all extremely discreet. He was always amazed at the people who would pay very large sums to snuff a hot boy. It had made Josh very, very rich.
But Josh had dealt in types: Blonde, smooth, swimmer's build. Dark hair, a couple days scruff, light chest hair. He hunted his victims among rent boys, drug users, the kind of boys who wouldn't be missed. Or at least not very much. Clean them up, the right clothes, the right styling, and they could be made beautiful. Like models. And they mostly went along with it. At least until the fun started. And sometimes they were so star-struck that they didn't believe it was real until they were beyond saving anyway.
But this? This was the opposite. The exact opposite. He had just agreed to provide a victim that would be more than missed. He wouldn't be providing a celebrity a boy to snuff. He was going to be providing a celebrity boy to be snuffed.
But fuck. This would be worth the risk just to watch.
He took his phone out of his jacket pocket and called Dmitri, his head procurer. It went to voice mail.
"I've just set up an assignment. Can't talk about it over the phone. It's for a very specific young man. You're going to hate me.
Meet me in two hours at the usual.
Oh, and Dima, this is going to be so fucking hot."
So who is the celebrity boy Josh has been hired to get? Actor? Athlete? Annoying teen boy singer? The discussion is open!
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