Tecpatl
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For those who prefer the killer's point of view to the victim's, a variation on my story "College Boy Snuffed Gently"
Jack sat on the bench, his hood pulled up against the gusting wind, his hands shoved in the pockets of his hoodie clutching the only tools he would need for The Job. The mostly empty university campus made for a good hunting ground, he decided. Between a few boys who'd stayed around waiting for the summer term to start and the occasional cute faculty or staff, Jack had a few possibilities worth the Work. Tonight he was waiting for his favorite possibility. If it didn't work out he would move on to second choice. He had three days left to finish, then he had to move on. It was the rule: no more than seven days per Job, only one Job in any city, vary the method, vary the type of guy, no patterns ever.*Jack hoped he could finish tonight. He turned thirty in 10 days and he had set a goal of five completions by then. This would be number five.*
There he was. Long blond hair tousled in the wind, head down, bag over his shoulder. The library closed at midnight, and the kid headed back to his apartment then. Jack knew that the kid's roommate had left yesterday, probably for the summer. He knew the other apartment in the house was vacant. Jack had followed the kid, although the kid didn't know. Jack's training came in handy.
The kid slowed as he came up to Jack. This was the third night he'd been sitting in the same spot when the kid passed. By his face Jack guessed 20, probably a second year student. The kid wanted to say something, Jack could tell, but he kept walking. Jack could feel the attraction. Excellent. Gay but not comfortable with it. First time with a place to himself. Almost too perfect. And the kid was hot.
Jack followed. The kid glanced back a couple of times on the way home. Making sure I'm still here, Jack thought.
Jack stopped at the walkway to the kid's house. Exterior steps had been added on the back when it was converted to apartments. The kid stopped at the gate to the back and looked back at Jack. His look was nervous, but hungry. Jack gave a slight shrug and raised his eyebrows in a silent question. The kid gave a slight smile. He left the gate open.
Jack followed up the stairs. The kid was standing at the top, with the key in the lock. Jack walked up close behind, with his mouth close to the kid's left ear.
"You've never done this before have you?"
The kid shook his head slightly. Jack put his arms around the kid's chest and pulled him close. The kid's body stiffened, then relaxed in Jack's arms.
"That's ok. I'll be gentle."
The kid opened the door without a word and Jack stepped in, looking around. A pretty typical apartment for two college students. Jack smiled.
"He doesn't know, does he?"
The kid shook his head.*
"Nobody really . . ." he started. Jack put two fingers over his lips. He didn't want to hear the kid's voice. It made the Work easier.
"No words," he said.
The kid had taken off his light jacket and stood there in a white v-neck tee. Jack slipped his hands under the shirt. The kid's belly was slim, but hard. Jack slid his hands over the smooth ribs and chest, until he could feel the nipples. He ran his thumbs over them until they started to harden. The kid moaned deep and his body relaxed under Jack's hands. Jack pressed his mouth over the kid's, his tongue sliding between the kid's lips.
He couldn't give the kid time to think, especially about what might be about to happen. He didn't want resistance. He wanted the kid to cooperate. It was hot when they almost helped him.
He pulled the tee up and the kid raised his arms to let him take it off. He was beautiful. Jack ran his hands over the smooth tight body, feeling the pecs, the shoulders, turning him to check out his back. Raising his arm to feel the heart pounding through the ribs. He could see a bulge forming in the kid's jeans. Good, he thought, let the hormones take over. Jack slid his hands down to the waistband and unbuttoned the fly.
"Let's see if this is as nice as the rest."
*He pulled down jeans and boxers together. A nice thick cock sprang out. He dropped to a crouch and took the cock deep in his mouth cupping the heavy balls in his hand. Jack slipped his hand in his pocket as he took his mouth off the straining cock.
"Mmmmmmm. Very nice."
He pulled out a long plastic tie from his hoodie pocket. Tool number one. He pulled it snug around the kid's cock and balls. It clicked as he pulled it into place. He wanted to make sure he had time to play.
"Cable ties, they call 'em. Never used 'em for cable though. Bet the guy who invented them never thought of using them for this. There. Wouldn't want you to cum before it's time."
He stood and turned the kid to face the wall, running his hands over the shoulders and down the upper arms, gently pulling the arms behind his back. He slipped a tie around the left wrist, then the right. The kid held his hands in place behind his back. Jack smiled. A third tie slipped through the other two held the wrists together. Cock ring and handcuffs. These things were useful. Too bad he wouldn't be able to use them next time. No patterns.
He took the kid by the elbow and led him down the short hall.
"Now you get to find out how hot it is when you're not in control."
The first bedroom he came to was obviously the roommate's. He pushed the kid down on the stripped bed.
"Is he straight?"
The kid nodded.
Jack smiled, "Good."*He'd sure get a surprise when he came back.
Jack pulled off the kid's shoes and socks, his jeans and boxers. He lay naked on the bed, his tied hands arching his back, his eyes watching Jack's every move. Jack saw a little fear in them, but more than enough lust to win out. The cock lay thick and stiff against the kid's belly. *Jack used more ties to secure the ankles and the kid didn't resist.
Jack slowly stripped, folding his clothes on the empty nightstand, the hoodie on top. He could tell the kid liked what he saw. He slipped a condom over his own hard cock. Tool number two.
Jack lay down next to the kid and started with long slow kisses, and then began running his tongue down his neck and across his chest. The kid's body responded to every touch. His eyes were closed and his head was back. He teased the cock, running his tongue over the lower belly, the inner thighs, getting closer and closer. When he finally took the cock in his mouth Jack felt it already straining for release. But he continued to tease. Bringing the kid close to release and then backing away. The kid's body was thrashing on the bed, trying desperately to cum.
Finally Jack slid back up to lie next to the kid. He slid his left arm beneath him, between his arms and his back, pulling him near and holding him secure. He kissed the kid deep as he pumped his cock, bringing him to the edge one last time and stopping. Jack wanted the kid's body to find its own release.
Jack reached over to the nightstand and pulled the knife out of his hoodie pocket. The last tool. The kid's breath caught when he saw it and he let out a hushed whimper.
"Shhh."
"Shhh."
"I'll be gentle. Remember I said."
Jack used the knife point to trace across the kid's collarbone, down the slight line between his pecs. He studied the chest in its last moments of breathing as the kid drew rapid, shallow breaths. He was afraid now. But he couldn't stop what was about to happen.
Jack traced the point of the knife around and around the left nipple, as it gradually grew hard again. Then he drew it to the space between two ribs, just below the left pec. He could feel the pounding heart through the blade, just below the point. He began to apply pressure, watching the knife point make a dent in the smooth skin.
The kid whimpered again. His eyes teared up.
"Shhhhhhhhhh."
The skin yielded to the pressure and a drop of blood traced it's way down the kid's side to soak into the mattress. Just then the kid came and his cock spurted cum up his belly and chest. A drop landed in the trail of blood, causing it to fork.
"Yeahhhh'" he sighed in the kid's ear. He could feel his own cock straining against the kid's side.*
He continued the slow pressure as the kid's body pressed against his arm, shrinking away from the knife. But Jack had a firm hold on him. The kid was breathing shallow and fast, keeping his chest as still as possible, trying to keep from driving the blade deeper. Just what Jack wanted. He could take his time, feeling the resistance change as he slowly, slowly drove the knife through skin, and muscle and tendon, through the chest wall and into the chest cavity. He could feel ragged breathing through the blade now. He could feel the pounding heart stronger, so close to the point of the knife.
Jack looked deep into the kid's eyes. He saw terror, and something like love. He pushed the blade into the heart.
A shudder ran through the kid's body. Jack felt the heart spasm around the steel of the knife. The spasm grew weaker as the body relaxed, the breathing slowed. The kid's head dropped back against the mattress, and The Job was done.
Jack grabbed his own cock. He couldn't wait any longer and he used the blood on his hand as lube. It only took a few strokes until he came, filling the condom. He must be careful to leave as little evidence as possible.
He drew his arm out from behind the body and the knife out of the chest. He cleaned carefully, cutting the ties and taking them and the knife with him. He arranged the body on the mattress, arms at the sides, eyes staring blankly at the ceiling.
Jack washed the blood off his hands and arms and *put on his clothes. He took one last long look at the kid's body. Beautiful Work, he thought. The door locked behind him.
He could still feel the pressure of the kid's body against him as he walked down the deserted street.
Jack sat on the bench, his hood pulled up against the gusting wind, his hands shoved in the pockets of his hoodie clutching the only tools he would need for The Job. The mostly empty university campus made for a good hunting ground, he decided. Between a few boys who'd stayed around waiting for the summer term to start and the occasional cute faculty or staff, Jack had a few possibilities worth the Work. Tonight he was waiting for his favorite possibility. If it didn't work out he would move on to second choice. He had three days left to finish, then he had to move on. It was the rule: no more than seven days per Job, only one Job in any city, vary the method, vary the type of guy, no patterns ever.*Jack hoped he could finish tonight. He turned thirty in 10 days and he had set a goal of five completions by then. This would be number five.*
There he was. Long blond hair tousled in the wind, head down, bag over his shoulder. The library closed at midnight, and the kid headed back to his apartment then. Jack knew that the kid's roommate had left yesterday, probably for the summer. He knew the other apartment in the house was vacant. Jack had followed the kid, although the kid didn't know. Jack's training came in handy.
The kid slowed as he came up to Jack. This was the third night he'd been sitting in the same spot when the kid passed. By his face Jack guessed 20, probably a second year student. The kid wanted to say something, Jack could tell, but he kept walking. Jack could feel the attraction. Excellent. Gay but not comfortable with it. First time with a place to himself. Almost too perfect. And the kid was hot.
Jack followed. The kid glanced back a couple of times on the way home. Making sure I'm still here, Jack thought.
Jack stopped at the walkway to the kid's house. Exterior steps had been added on the back when it was converted to apartments. The kid stopped at the gate to the back and looked back at Jack. His look was nervous, but hungry. Jack gave a slight shrug and raised his eyebrows in a silent question. The kid gave a slight smile. He left the gate open.
Jack followed up the stairs. The kid was standing at the top, with the key in the lock. Jack walked up close behind, with his mouth close to the kid's left ear.
"You've never done this before have you?"
The kid shook his head slightly. Jack put his arms around the kid's chest and pulled him close. The kid's body stiffened, then relaxed in Jack's arms.
"That's ok. I'll be gentle."
The kid opened the door without a word and Jack stepped in, looking around. A pretty typical apartment for two college students. Jack smiled.
"He doesn't know, does he?"
The kid shook his head.*
"Nobody really . . ." he started. Jack put two fingers over his lips. He didn't want to hear the kid's voice. It made the Work easier.
"No words," he said.
The kid had taken off his light jacket and stood there in a white v-neck tee. Jack slipped his hands under the shirt. The kid's belly was slim, but hard. Jack slid his hands over the smooth ribs and chest, until he could feel the nipples. He ran his thumbs over them until they started to harden. The kid moaned deep and his body relaxed under Jack's hands. Jack pressed his mouth over the kid's, his tongue sliding between the kid's lips.
He couldn't give the kid time to think, especially about what might be about to happen. He didn't want resistance. He wanted the kid to cooperate. It was hot when they almost helped him.
He pulled the tee up and the kid raised his arms to let him take it off. He was beautiful. Jack ran his hands over the smooth tight body, feeling the pecs, the shoulders, turning him to check out his back. Raising his arm to feel the heart pounding through the ribs. He could see a bulge forming in the kid's jeans. Good, he thought, let the hormones take over. Jack slid his hands down to the waistband and unbuttoned the fly.
"Let's see if this is as nice as the rest."
*He pulled down jeans and boxers together. A nice thick cock sprang out. He dropped to a crouch and took the cock deep in his mouth cupping the heavy balls in his hand. Jack slipped his hand in his pocket as he took his mouth off the straining cock.
"Mmmmmmm. Very nice."
He pulled out a long plastic tie from his hoodie pocket. Tool number one. He pulled it snug around the kid's cock and balls. It clicked as he pulled it into place. He wanted to make sure he had time to play.
"Cable ties, they call 'em. Never used 'em for cable though. Bet the guy who invented them never thought of using them for this. There. Wouldn't want you to cum before it's time."
He stood and turned the kid to face the wall, running his hands over the shoulders and down the upper arms, gently pulling the arms behind his back. He slipped a tie around the left wrist, then the right. The kid held his hands in place behind his back. Jack smiled. A third tie slipped through the other two held the wrists together. Cock ring and handcuffs. These things were useful. Too bad he wouldn't be able to use them next time. No patterns.
He took the kid by the elbow and led him down the short hall.
"Now you get to find out how hot it is when you're not in control."
The first bedroom he came to was obviously the roommate's. He pushed the kid down on the stripped bed.
"Is he straight?"
The kid nodded.
Jack smiled, "Good."*He'd sure get a surprise when he came back.
Jack pulled off the kid's shoes and socks, his jeans and boxers. He lay naked on the bed, his tied hands arching his back, his eyes watching Jack's every move. Jack saw a little fear in them, but more than enough lust to win out. The cock lay thick and stiff against the kid's belly. *Jack used more ties to secure the ankles and the kid didn't resist.
Jack slowly stripped, folding his clothes on the empty nightstand, the hoodie on top. He could tell the kid liked what he saw. He slipped a condom over his own hard cock. Tool number two.
Jack lay down next to the kid and started with long slow kisses, and then began running his tongue down his neck and across his chest. The kid's body responded to every touch. His eyes were closed and his head was back. He teased the cock, running his tongue over the lower belly, the inner thighs, getting closer and closer. When he finally took the cock in his mouth Jack felt it already straining for release. But he continued to tease. Bringing the kid close to release and then backing away. The kid's body was thrashing on the bed, trying desperately to cum.
Finally Jack slid back up to lie next to the kid. He slid his left arm beneath him, between his arms and his back, pulling him near and holding him secure. He kissed the kid deep as he pumped his cock, bringing him to the edge one last time and stopping. Jack wanted the kid's body to find its own release.
Jack reached over to the nightstand and pulled the knife out of his hoodie pocket. The last tool. The kid's breath caught when he saw it and he let out a hushed whimper.
"Shhh."
"Shhh."
"I'll be gentle. Remember I said."
Jack used the knife point to trace across the kid's collarbone, down the slight line between his pecs. He studied the chest in its last moments of breathing as the kid drew rapid, shallow breaths. He was afraid now. But he couldn't stop what was about to happen.
Jack traced the point of the knife around and around the left nipple, as it gradually grew hard again. Then he drew it to the space between two ribs, just below the left pec. He could feel the pounding heart through the blade, just below the point. He began to apply pressure, watching the knife point make a dent in the smooth skin.
The kid whimpered again. His eyes teared up.
"Shhhhhhhhhh."
The skin yielded to the pressure and a drop of blood traced it's way down the kid's side to soak into the mattress. Just then the kid came and his cock spurted cum up his belly and chest. A drop landed in the trail of blood, causing it to fork.
"Yeahhhh'" he sighed in the kid's ear. He could feel his own cock straining against the kid's side.*
He continued the slow pressure as the kid's body pressed against his arm, shrinking away from the knife. But Jack had a firm hold on him. The kid was breathing shallow and fast, keeping his chest as still as possible, trying to keep from driving the blade deeper. Just what Jack wanted. He could take his time, feeling the resistance change as he slowly, slowly drove the knife through skin, and muscle and tendon, through the chest wall and into the chest cavity. He could feel ragged breathing through the blade now. He could feel the pounding heart stronger, so close to the point of the knife.
Jack looked deep into the kid's eyes. He saw terror, and something like love. He pushed the blade into the heart.
A shudder ran through the kid's body. Jack felt the heart spasm around the steel of the knife. The spasm grew weaker as the body relaxed, the breathing slowed. The kid's head dropped back against the mattress, and The Job was done.
Jack grabbed his own cock. He couldn't wait any longer and he used the blood on his hand as lube. It only took a few strokes until he came, filling the condom. He must be careful to leave as little evidence as possible.
He drew his arm out from behind the body and the knife out of the chest. He cleaned carefully, cutting the ties and taking them and the knife with him. He arranged the body on the mattress, arms at the sides, eyes staring blankly at the ceiling.
Jack washed the blood off his hands and arms and *put on his clothes. He took one last long look at the kid's body. Beautiful Work, he thought. The door locked behind him.
He could still feel the pressure of the kid's body against him as he walked down the deserted street.
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