Chapter 1
You don’t need to know my name you just need to know about me.
They say money corrupts and that was true for me. Being born into money was more of a curse for me than an advantage. From an early age I was subjected to seeing my parents’ weird fetishes as my dad liked to dress up in a black suit with a mask and my mum liked to enjoy the company of much younger men. Both my parents were open with each other and allowed each other to carry on with whatever they wished to. I was always a mummy’s boy and always around her when she brought one of her “young friends” home, always between the ages of 18-22. Some were good and treated me with respect whilst others were complete dicks and showed me little contempt.
One day at the age of twelve I witnessed something that changed the course of my life forever. One of my mums’ new friends Jake a nineteen year old basketball jock had come over for some fun. I don’t know what it was about Jake, but I found myself being drawn to him in ways that I didn’t understand. The tall well over six-foot athlete with curly brown hair and blue eyes just cried out to me.
I found myself wanting to be around him, but he found that I was cramping his style and cutting into time he could be spending with my mum. I remember how Jake sat on the kitchen counter in a black vest and pink shorts that showed off his toned but slender legs.
I remember how I was being a typical annoying kid and pounding Jake with questions. What Jake did next would set off a chain of events over the coming years that if I could I would thank him for.
Jake bent down and grabbed my shirt “Push off you little brat before I hurt you.” He snarled at me before kicking me away with one of his legs.
I ran away crying, my feelings hurt. As I lay on my bed a range of emotions ran through my head from sadness to anger wanting to get revenge.
I went downstairs and saw that my mum and Jake was embracing each other. I saw the rat poison on the side, and I don’t know why but I decided to pour some in Jake’s drink.
I waited a few minutes and watched as Jake now leaned over and grabbed his drink and downed it and half a bottle of rat poison with it.
The effects were almost instantaneous as Jake let out a gasp and fell to the floor. My mum became hysterical and screamed which saw my dad and some of our security team come rushing in. I watched as my dad knelt down over Jake and turned to my mum to say he’s dead.
No one spotted or tried to stop me as I walked into the room and up to the body and saw Jake lying dead, his eyes open but vacant as his mouth was slightly open. Being inquisitive as kids always were I lifted his arm and let it flop back to the floor.
My dad called grandpa and he rushed straight over. I’d always respected my pawpaw who in his role as a state governor was very well respected, I remember what he said next as he ordered two of our security team to take Jake’s body away and dump it. He then turned to my dad and instructed him to give those two guards a pay rise and how they would remain loyal to him. To this day those two guards, although older are still on our payroll and now loyal to the new state governor.
I remember my dad protesting saying why can’t they call 9-1-1 and my pawpaw snapping “This is an election year John; I can’t have the family involved in scandal.” Before reminding his son that he hadn’t couldn’t this far in politics without burying a few bodies.
I watched and followed as the guards took Jake’s body down to the basement and then tried to shove the young jock into a large oil drum. However, the 6’5’ basketball player just wouldn’t fit no matter which way they tried. One of the other guards had another idea and they lay Jake on a table before stripping him down to his underwear. I then watched as both left the room.
In the knowledge it was safe I left my hiding place and walked over to Jake’s body. Jake looked hot and sexy just lying there and before I knew it my hands were exploring the dead jocks body. There was something about him that made me want to do it and I felt no remorse for any of my actions as I continued to touch his smooth athletic body and remove the silver chain, he had around his neck.
Then I heard the basement door open and leaped back into my hiding place as I watched our two guards dismembered Jake’s body and throwing the parts in the drum before putting on thick gloves and pouring some liquid inside.
It was only years later I discovered that it was acid and think that large oil drum with the dissolved remains is still at the back of one of our outhouses.
Over the years I found myself becoming increasingly attracted to my mum’s young friends but also at the same time found myself to have so much content and hatred for the young men that I pictured myself hurting and killing them. For years these were just fantasies until my senior year and the time I was Eighteen years old.
Dawson was in my grade at school. He would be what you call a typical All-American jock. Handsome, good looking and very athletic and an All-star quarterback and crowned homecoming king with his girlfriend.
But that never stopped him from cheating on his girlfriend with my own mother. And boy did Dawson get off in teasing me with what he was doing. Oh, how I wanted to hurt Dawson. I even pictured myself killing him.
One night whilst Dawson was in bed with my mum and my dad was away, I snuck into the room. I’d slipped my mum an extra few sleeping pills and crept onto the bed. Dawson stirred underneath me as he slept and was completely oblivious to what was happening until it was too late, and I was holding the pillow tightly over his face. Dawson squirmed oh how he squirmed and fought for his life his gasps and muffled pleas turning me on as I killed him. Around five minutes later he’s struggling slowed and Dawson was dead. I lifted the pillow and smiled as Dawson stared back up at me. I cummed as I thought of this popular athlete now dead before me and stroked Dawson’s chiseled features. Before leaving him on the bed dead next to my mum who had slept through the whole thing.
I’d planned the next steps perfectly. And as I predicted I was woken early the next morning by my semi hysterical mother who told me “It’s happened again.” And explained how she had woken up next to Dawson’s cold body.
I immediately rushed into her room knowing what to expect and saw my classmate dead on the bed.
I called my father and told him the news, he didn’t panic and said that he had our two trusted guards with him on a state visit and asked me if I could tidy up the mess. I told my dad I would take care of it and reassured my mum it would be ok. I then took Dawson’s body down to the basement and as the guards had done before stripped him to his underwear. I spent hours touching and fondling my classmate’s fine athletic body. Finally realizing the fantasies, I had over Dawson and other school friends. Dawson was so peaceful dead and had no clue I was now wickedly violating his fine body and fucking him. Taking Dawson’s life had been an amazing feeling and one I was eager to relive again and again.
Once I had cut up Dawson’s body, I made a call to Vinny DiMaggio, a school friend of mine whose dad was a mob boss and had disposed of many bodies. Vinny was being groomed to take over from his father and politely extended an offer for me to dispose of Dawson’s remains at one of his pig farms. An offer I gratefully accepted as Dawson was soon fed to the hogs.
I did, however, keep Dawson’s head for a few months, hidden upstairs under my bed in a box. I took it out to talk to when lonely and skull fuck at times I was horny. Eventually I had to throw it away, but it was to be the first of many fun times for me.
My dad gave me a 500k deposit in my bank for helping the family avoid scandal and told me for the only time I can remember that he was proud of me, but little did he know he had just given me the means for me to become a serial killer.
So far, I’ve taken the lives of twenty-five young men and have no intention of stopping soon. That 500k has swollen to over ten million and let’s say money talks in this world of depreciation.
That is my story, and I now had my eyes on my latest victim.
Jacob was a 19-year-old good-looking young man, with a toned and athletic body that was toned to perfection.
He had a set of thick, pecs with nipples that seemed to be made to drive women wild. With each confident stride, Jacob exuded an air of cocky arrogance that made him appear untouchable to those around him. In his circle of friends, he was the leader - everyone looked up to him with both envy and admiration. Jacob loved women and believed he was God's gift to them. He relished in the attention he received from the opposite sex, and his magnetic personality was proof enough. With his strong sense of self, he was the type of person that always went after what he wanted, and he made sure he got it. Jacob was a great lover of the gyn and had a reputation for being able to make any woman want him with just one seductive smile.
I remember the day Jacob got on my radar like it was yesterday. I was waiting in line to get gas and was already late for an appointment. That's when I noticed the commotion in front of me. There was a young man posing for shirtless pictures around the pump and his car, holding up the entire gas station.
At first, I couldn't help but stare. The guy was undeniably good looking with a body that made me feel a bit envious and go hard. It was obvious that Jacob was a bit of a show-off, but I couldn't help but admire his confidence as he strutted around the pump.
However, my admiration didn't last long. I grew impatient waiting and beeped my horn in annoyance. That's when things got heated. Jacob turned around and squared up to me, his chest puffed out like he was ready for a fight. He was obviously trying to show off in front of his friends, and his arrogance turned me on even further. As he offered to fight me, I couldn't help but roll my eyes and ignore him. I’d killed bigger guys than him and could have had him for breakfast.
I had no interest in getting into a pointless brawl just because he wanted to prove something. But I did have interest in making sure I took his life and taught the young hunk a lesson.
After that encounter at the gas station, I couldn't seem to get the image of Jacob out of my head. Despite his arrogant and showy attitude, there was something about him that was undeniably magnetic. It took me a few days, but I was determined to find him again as the urge to kill him grew stronger.
I had a hunch that he might hang around at the local gym, so I decided to stake it out. Sure enough, after a while of waiting, I spotted Jacob walking up to the gym one morning. You couldn't miss him with that rock-hard physique and undeniable confidence. I watched as he worked out shirtless, admiring his fine physique and chiseled torso. It was clear that he was serious about his fitness, and it showed in every movement he made.
I felt a tingle of excitement wash over me as I watched him lifting weights and working up a sweat. Even though I had been annoyed with his arrogance in our first encounter, it was hard not to be drawn to him. There was undeniable chemistry between us, even if it was just an electric charge that passed between us. With every bead of sweat that slid down his tanned skin, Jacob seemed to grow even hotter, and my desire for him grew with each passing moment.
As I watched him working out, I couldn't quite shake my initial impressions of him. Jacob was still a bit of a show-off, but there was something deeper there, too. Maybe it was his raw energy or his unwavering dedication to his fitness routine that grabbed my attention. Whatever it was, as I watched him work out shirtless, that niggling thought at the back of my head grew stronger - I wanted to kill him and kill him now.
It was a thrill to see Jacob working out at the gym, but I couldn't shake the urge to know him better, so I followed him home. It wasn't hard, considering that I had seen him leave the gym, and simply followed him in my car.
As I watched his house from a distance, I saw his older sister leave, and I took that as my cue to move closer. Once I was sure he was alone, I watched him from a safe distance as he relaxed by his pool, sunbathing shirtless. It was impossible not to admire his body, and I felt a flutter of excitement in my stomach as I watched him.
But as I watched him, I couldn't help but notice that he seemed to be different when he was on his own. He was more relaxed, more comfortable in his own skin. Maybe it was the fact that he wasn't trying to put on a show for anyone to see. Or perhaps it was because he was enjoying the peace and quiet of being by himself. Whatever it was, watching Jacob in his own home, sunbathing and lounging by the pool made me see him in a different light. A different light that still made me want to kill him. A person as sexy as him had to die, it was shall we say natural selection, ok my natural selection.
I found myself sneaking up on Jacob while he sunbathed. It was an impulse, but I had to kill him, and I wanted him to know I was there. As I got closer, I noticed he had closed his eyes and looked to be dozing off. That's when I made my move.
I stood up and crossed the few feet that separated us before standing right in front of him. For a brief moment, Jacob seemed surprised, not quite sure what to do. We locked eyes, and I could see the confusion and surprise written all over his face, his hands were behind his head, and I knew I had to act fast.
"Hey," I said softly, not quite sure what to say to him now that I was face to face with him.
He sat up, looking unsure of himself. "Hey," he said back, his voice low and unsure, not really knowing what to do.
It was a strange moment, to say the least. Here I was, standing in front of this young, attractive man, whose life so far seemed to be a mix of good looks, hard work and bratty behavior, and I couldn’t wait to kill him.
“Do you remember me?” I asked to which Jacob replied “No.”
“You soon will!” I replied as I flung the chloroform rag into his face and held it tight as he struggled. Oh, Jacob’s struggles were sexy, and he soon succumbed to the fumes.
I looked down at the hunk and took a few moments to let my hands explore his smooth soft skin, my fingers tracing the outline of his abs before I gave his hard pecs and wonderful nipples a playful bite.
I removed Jacob’s shorts and now waited for him to come around. As I did, I set what I needed to ensure his death played out brilliantly.
I set the camera up and dragged Jacob to the pool diving board. The board was only 8ft up but that would be high enough for what I had planned.
I kept myself busy as I waited for Jacob to come round by reading the messages on his phone. It was easy to gain access with the old facial recognition and I laughed out loud as I read some of the messages he had been sending to girls. It seemed Jacob thought he was a player. I read a message he sent to a friend after our altercation at the gas station, bragging about how he could have killed me if he wanted. Well, well well. I wondered what Jacob would think as the roles had been reversed.
I didn’t have to wait much longer for Jacob to come around as the sexy hunk began to stir on the ground in front of him.
I got the gun ready and patiently waited for him to regain his senses.
Jacob opened his eyes and slowly looked around “What the fuck happened.” He muttered as he tried to remember what had happened.
It was at that moment I cocked the gun and stood in front of him.
I watched as this once cocky young stud face now turned to feet and horror.
“What do you want with me? Why are you here?” He said, his voice trembling with fear.
“Do you remember me yet?” I replied coldly “Cast your mind back to the gas station.”
I could see the exact moment Jacob remembered me “You.” He replied “hey look mister I didn’t mean anything. It was just a joke.” He added, trying to convince me he didn’t mean anything by it.
I warned him if he made any sudden movement, I would shoot him dead. I laughed as he replied “Ok, I’ll do as you please. Just don’t hurt me.”
With the gun pointed at Jacob’s head I moved close, telling him it was ok, he was ok, and how he’d enjoy what I had planned for him.
Jacob begged me to stop touching him, but I persisted. My hands were all over him touching his fine body, I could sense he was uncomfortable but I didn’t care. He sobbed as tweeted his pecs before finally stopping.
“Please let me come now. Pleeeaaase!” He begged, a shadow of the young man I had seen at the gas station.
“Ok. But first I want you to do something. Walk to the diving board and climb up it.” I ordered and gestured with the gun towards the board. Jacob did as requested and I followed closely behind.
As he slowly climbed the diving board ladder, I warned him not to try any funny business. Jacob did as he was told and now stood on the diving board.
“What do you want me to do now?” he asked his voice unsure of what was about to happen.
“Smile for the camera.” I replied as I slipped the noose over his neck.
“WHAT!!? FUCK NO!!!! No! Please say your joking. FUCK!” Jacob screamed as I gave him a push off the diving board.
I jumped down from the ladder and took up a position so I could watch the amazing spectacle unfold.
Jacob now hung from the diving board his feet kicking the water as he now frantically pulled at the ever-tightening noose around his neck. The noose bit deeper and deeper into his neck, and he began bobbing and spinning in the air. I watched as Jacob’s face slowly began to change color, from a healthy pale skin tone to a deeper pink. I laughed as his mouth kept opening and closing like a fish out of water, trying but failing to get life-giving oxygen into his lungs. I cast my mind back to when I went fishing aa a kid and how Jacob now reminded me of a fish on a line, trying in vain to break the line and get free. After a couple more minutes, I watched as his face turned a deeper red and his tongue started to poke out between his sexy lips. I watched as his dick was slowly rising beneath his underwear and was about halfway between flaccid and erect. A few more minutes passed, and his dick grew to its full erect length of 9 ½ inches. Jacob’s face was now blue with some darkening to purple and his tongue was now sticking out like that of a disobedient brat. Jacob was the first guy I’d hung and the sight of him dancing on the noose turned me on. Hanging muscle studs could be a new hobby of mine, I mean they spend all those years in the gym, and at the end all those muscles they’re so proud of can’t save them from the deadly embrace of the noose. Jacob’s struggles had continued to lessen as the time passed. Suddenly, I saw his hips begin grinding, and then he froze for a second. The next thing I saw was a wet patch forming on the front of his underwear. Jacob had either cum or pissed himself, or even both as his body started giving up on him. I suddenly saw a river of yellow piss flowing down his right leg and into the pool and knew that the young hunk had experienced pure elation as he ejaculated just before death. Jacob’s head was hanging at an unnatural angle as his body now swayed slowly on the rope, his feet touching the water. I waited and a few minutes and dragged Jacob up on to the board where I lay him face down and put a condom on before fucking the straight dead alpha. Jacob was a good fuck but I knew his sister or parents could be home soon, so I quickly finished up and pushed him back over the edge. Jacob’s body bounced as If on the end of a bungee rope before hanging limply awaiting discovery.
I grabbed my phone that had recorded the whole thing and now left the house.
That night I re watched Jacob’s death again and again and jacked off each time at the fantastic sight of him dancing on the end of a rope.
