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Chad was a special kind of hitman. At first it was just about the money and the thrill, but it became much more than that over time. Now it's about the arousal; the intimacy of the act; the eroticism of a lifeless body; the complete humiliation, yet utter innocence, of a naked corpse.
When Chad got the call from Devon's step-dad, he knew this would be one of his most exciting jobs yet.
Mr. Grant had married Devon's mom a little over 10 years ago, and he and Devon never really got along. Granted, it's hard coming in to a teenager's life and expecting them to assimilate to a whole new family model. The resentment grew over the years, and when Devon moved back in after college, that was the final straw for Mr. Grant. He was sick of Devon's laziness, his entitled attitude, and how he would just come and go as he pleased, sometimes stumbling in still plastered at the crack of dawn. Little fucker wouldn't even pay rent. He wanted Devon out of their lives for good, and Chad made an offer he couldn't refuse.
The plan was simple enough: Mr. Grant would leave the door unlocked one night when Devon was out with friends. Chad would hide in Devon's closet and wait for him to return home, figuring it wouldn't take long for Devon to pass out. A simple pillow over the face should do it. After that, it's all about telling a story. He figured he could make it look like Devon had simply asphyxiated himself in his sleep. Better yet, he could completely humiliate him and make it look like Devon died jacking off. It's certainly not unheard of, he thought.
The next Saturday Chad set off for Devon's. He arrived at the house at about 1am. As discussed, the door was unlocked. Chad slipped in quietly, following Mr. Grant's instructions to go down the hall--second door on the left--and hide in the closet. He knelt down, resting his knees on some balled up shirts. Should only be a few hours, thought Chad, becoming hard at the thought.
Sure enough, Chad heard the front door slamming at about 4:30 in morning. He heard clumsy footsteps thudding down the hall, and finally the sound of Devon nearly crashing through his bedroom door.
Chad peered through a crack in the door. Devon stumbled about, haphazardly removing his shoes, socks, jeans, and finally his t-shirt, throwing each article of clothing in a different direction around the room. Within seconds Devon was lying sprawled out on his bed, face down in a pillow. A few minutes later, Chad recognized the familiar, rhythmic sound of one breathing in their sleep, and slowly crept out of the closet.
He admired the way Devon's back rose with each breath, imaging the inevitable stillness that would soon come.
He carefully turned Devon over, ready to smother the boy should he wake up.
Chad placed Devon's arms to his side, and that's when he heard a sort of whimpering. Devon was waking up, and pulled his hands to his face as if to rub the sleep from his eyes.
Guess this is it, thought Chad. Devon didn't even have time to open his eyes and comprehend the situation before Chad shoved the pillow over his face. He could hear Devon's muffled moans, but there was hardly any struggle. His hands came up and grasped Chad's wrists, but there was no way out. Chad wondered if Devon was even aware that these would be the last minutes of his life.
Soon the moans turned to whimpers, and then even the whimpers subsided. Chad removed the pressure from the pillow and stepped back to admire Devon's body as it convulsed erratically a few last times before finally resting, completely still.
When Devon pissed himself, Chad knew he was gone for good.
Chad removed the pillow. Devon's eyes were slightly open, the pupils rolled halfway into his eyelids, the mouth slightly agape as if in awe.
Chad rolled the body on it's side, inspecting Devon's urine soaked ass before rolling him back over and removing his underwear.
This is by far the best part of my job, thought Chad, eyeing Devon's soft, uncut cock and tight balls.
Now to tell a story, thought Chad, rolling Devon on his stomach, positioning his head face down in the pillow.
Then Chad positioned Devon's hands around his junk. Cops will think he got a little too carried away and simply passed out with no possible escape for air. What a humiliating way to go, thought Chad.
Chad paused for a brief moment, scanning the room for any evidence he may have overlooked. Thanks kid, he thought, patting Devon's bare ass twice before quietly slipping out of the house.
Devon's mom noticed a few hours later that Devon's door was left cracked open and a light was still on. She peered in to find Devon, ass up, cold and lifeless.
She shook and screamed at Devon, trying to wake up him, but it was no use. She labored to turn her son's naked corpse on it's back.
She could smell the piss and knew from the empty glaze in Devon's eyes that he was gone.
She covered his exposed cock with a sheet and wept at his bedside until the police arrived.
When Chad got the call from Devon's step-dad, he knew this would be one of his most exciting jobs yet.
Mr. Grant had married Devon's mom a little over 10 years ago, and he and Devon never really got along. Granted, it's hard coming in to a teenager's life and expecting them to assimilate to a whole new family model. The resentment grew over the years, and when Devon moved back in after college, that was the final straw for Mr. Grant. He was sick of Devon's laziness, his entitled attitude, and how he would just come and go as he pleased, sometimes stumbling in still plastered at the crack of dawn. Little fucker wouldn't even pay rent. He wanted Devon out of their lives for good, and Chad made an offer he couldn't refuse.
The plan was simple enough: Mr. Grant would leave the door unlocked one night when Devon was out with friends. Chad would hide in Devon's closet and wait for him to return home, figuring it wouldn't take long for Devon to pass out. A simple pillow over the face should do it. After that, it's all about telling a story. He figured he could make it look like Devon had simply asphyxiated himself in his sleep. Better yet, he could completely humiliate him and make it look like Devon died jacking off. It's certainly not unheard of, he thought.
The next Saturday Chad set off for Devon's. He arrived at the house at about 1am. As discussed, the door was unlocked. Chad slipped in quietly, following Mr. Grant's instructions to go down the hall--second door on the left--and hide in the closet. He knelt down, resting his knees on some balled up shirts. Should only be a few hours, thought Chad, becoming hard at the thought.
Sure enough, Chad heard the front door slamming at about 4:30 in morning. He heard clumsy footsteps thudding down the hall, and finally the sound of Devon nearly crashing through his bedroom door.
Chad peered through a crack in the door. Devon stumbled about, haphazardly removing his shoes, socks, jeans, and finally his t-shirt, throwing each article of clothing in a different direction around the room. Within seconds Devon was lying sprawled out on his bed, face down in a pillow. A few minutes later, Chad recognized the familiar, rhythmic sound of one breathing in their sleep, and slowly crept out of the closet.
He admired the way Devon's back rose with each breath, imaging the inevitable stillness that would soon come.
He carefully turned Devon over, ready to smother the boy should he wake up.
Chad placed Devon's arms to his side, and that's when he heard a sort of whimpering. Devon was waking up, and pulled his hands to his face as if to rub the sleep from his eyes.
Guess this is it, thought Chad. Devon didn't even have time to open his eyes and comprehend the situation before Chad shoved the pillow over his face. He could hear Devon's muffled moans, but there was hardly any struggle. His hands came up and grasped Chad's wrists, but there was no way out. Chad wondered if Devon was even aware that these would be the last minutes of his life.
Soon the moans turned to whimpers, and then even the whimpers subsided. Chad removed the pressure from the pillow and stepped back to admire Devon's body as it convulsed erratically a few last times before finally resting, completely still.
When Devon pissed himself, Chad knew he was gone for good.
Chad removed the pillow. Devon's eyes were slightly open, the pupils rolled halfway into his eyelids, the mouth slightly agape as if in awe.
Chad rolled the body on it's side, inspecting Devon's urine soaked ass before rolling him back over and removing his underwear.
This is by far the best part of my job, thought Chad, eyeing Devon's soft, uncut cock and tight balls.
Now to tell a story, thought Chad, rolling Devon on his stomach, positioning his head face down in the pillow.
Then Chad positioned Devon's hands around his junk. Cops will think he got a little too carried away and simply passed out with no possible escape for air. What a humiliating way to go, thought Chad.
Chad paused for a brief moment, scanning the room for any evidence he may have overlooked. Thanks kid, he thought, patting Devon's bare ass twice before quietly slipping out of the house.
Devon's mom noticed a few hours later that Devon's door was left cracked open and a light was still on. She peered in to find Devon, ass up, cold and lifeless.
She shook and screamed at Devon, trying to wake up him, but it was no use. She labored to turn her son's naked corpse on it's back.
She could smell the piss and knew from the empty glaze in Devon's eyes that he was gone.
She covered his exposed cock with a sheet and wept at his bedside until the police arrived.
. Perhaps you will see him again soon.
