Day 15: a day to kill (0 days to live)
Jon was just beginning to hope it was all an elaborate hoax when his phone buzzed with a text just before noon. It gave instructions on a train to catch, a stop to get off, that a cab would be waiting for him. It said to bring all of his identification but nothing else.
The pain of hunger and the fire of lust in Jon's belly became the ice of fear. There was still a last desperate thought that maybe this was just an elaborate mind fuck and there would be one guy waiting and they would role play and have very hot sex. Then he took a deep breath and knew that he was locking his apartment door for the last time. He had come seeking the darkness and now the darkness would give him what he looked for. It would destroy him. This was real.
He exited the station in a town not far from Sofia. There was one cab waiting outside. The driver looked nervous.
"You come. I take you."
The driver was silent. The streets were empty. The sun was low and the light pale. The shadows were deepening. The cab stopped on a road outside the town. An overgrown drive led off of it.
"There. You go now."
When Jon asked where, he grew more nervous.
"I don't know. This is where I bring the boys when they come. I don't know any more. I don't want to know any more. You go now please."
The cab sped off as Jon started down the cracked pavement of the drive. Then he saw it between some trees. An abandoned factory. The abandoned factory. Slaughterpigs would be there.
The rusted gate was open, and a single figure in black stood next to a building in the distance. He followed it through the building's metal door. There was a huge empty space. Paint peeling. Graffiti. Dim watery light through high windows. In the center of the cracked concrete floor was an old steel barrel where a fire burned. Jon recognized this place from a video he had been sent. The figure didn't say a word, just folded its arms and waited. Jon fought down a moment of panic and then began to pull off his clothes one by one and drop them in the fire. Last were his jeans. He hesitated a moment. His passport, his ID cards, they were all in the pockets. Then he let them fall into the fire and stood naked. Except for the metal cage that enclosed his stiffening cock. He expected the figure to tie his hands behind his back, but it just started walking. Jon followed.
Down a hall they entered a smaller side room. There were no windows here. Naked bulbs illuminated the scene. Around the walls stood a number of men. Like him, they were naked. They were various ages, some hairy, some smooth, but all the bodies were hard. From work or working out. Jon knew they were the Slaughterpigs. But it was the guy in the center of the room that attracted his attention. He was gorgeous. Young, smooth, muscled. His arms were stretched out and tied to rings that hung from pipes that ran along the ceiling. His eyes were studying Jon intently. Jon knew why. He was getting a first look at his killer.
Behind Jon his escort took hold of his wrists and raised his hands until they were behind Jon's head. Jon kept them there as his escort stepped in front of him and removed his black clothing. John gasped. This Slaughterpig was a porn star. He usually did videos where he was playful and sweet. Apparently he must have a dark side. A very dark side. He smiled as he saw Jon recognized him. Then he stepped up and whispered in Jon's ear.
"I am the one who designed your death. I hope you enjoy it."
Then he stood in front of Jon and placed the palm of his hand over a tattoo on Jon's ribs.
"This is Virginia, where you were born, right?" Jon nodded. He had explained the tattoo early on in the exchange of pictures and stories. "Then it will also be where you begin to die."
He took a red marker and drew a line between Jon's ribs and through the tattoo. Then he stooped and kissed the line he had drawn, nipping at it with his teeth. The ice in Jon's belly turned to burning lust in an instant. The guy handed the marker to one of the others standing along the wall. He bit hard on the side of Jon's thigh and then drew a dark red line on it.
The boy in the center of the room watched. He had wanted a killer who was also going to die. And one by one as the Slaughterpigs came forward and made a mark somewhere on Jon's body, he saw how his killer would die. It would be bloody and long.
Finally the porn star returned. He had a black marker this time. He drew an outline on Jon's chest at the bottom of his breastbone. Jon recognized it as the map of Bulgaria. The guy placed his palm over the tattoo of Virginia again.
"Where you begin."
Then he placed his hand over the outline.
"Where you end."
Then he took the red marker and drew a line across the top of Jon's belly and through the outline. Bellow it he wrote in Bulgarian:
- премахване на сърцето
Jon recognized enough and from the location he guessed the rest. The word he knew was "heart." He figured the other two meant "remove." The boy in the center of the room almost drooled with lust.
Porn star took a key from a nearby table and put it in Jon's hand. He smacked the boy in the center of the room on the butt as he took a place along the wall.
"Now that that's done, he's all yours. Kill him." The words weren't playful. They were ice and steel.
Jon didn't know what he would do when this moment came. He never fantasized about killing, only being killed. But when he looked at the boy tied up in front of him, the burning in his crotch started to take over. He stepped up and ran his hand lightly over the smooth muscle. He tweaked a nipple. His hand moved down to cup the cock and balls in their cage. He used the key to unlock it and remove it. He stepped back to take in his victim, his cock hanging long and quickly stiffening. Jon's own cock began to stiffen in its own cage. But not completely. Not yet.
On a table near the boy were a rope, a plastic bag, duct tape, wire. They had said the boy shouldn't bleed. Jon picked up the bag, and with both hands held it tightly against the boy's face. He saw terror in the eyes for a moment as the breath was cut off. But then he moved the bag, using it to caress the neck as he gave the boy a long slow kiss. He let the bag drop to the floor as he buried his nose in the wispy hair of the underarms, inhaling the musk of fresh sweat. He heard a low groan of pleasure from the boy. He wanted this, Jon told himself. This boy was tied here defenseless because he wanted Jon to do this to him. And as he thought this a new feeling took over in Jon. One as strong as the lust that burned in his crotch and belly. He wanted to destroy this chiseled flesh stretched next to him. To cut off its air. To watch it slump and die.
As he returned to the table to pick up the rope, he noticed many of the guys around the walls were stroking their hard cocks. One was on his knees blowing another. But porn star stood alone. His arms were crossed and his cock was stiff. His eyes were watching Jon. And they were hard as steel.
Jon rubbed the coiled rope against the boy's belly and up over his chest. The eyes watched it as the breath came shallow again. He was getting ready. But Jon just draped it over his shoulders and dropped to his knees. He wanted to destroy this body, but he wanted it to die in pleasure. He took the long thick cock in his mouth and sucked it slow and deep. He was careful, though. This boy had not cum in a week or two and he didn't want him to cum too early. It was while he was sucking the boy that he saw it. In a corner behind him on the floor, dirty and forgotten. A long, thick plastic zip tie. Long enough to easily encircle a neck. He let the cock drop out of his mouth.
He went behind the boy, who slumped a bit, panting at the pleasure he had just had. As Jon stood with the zip tie in his hand, he caught porn star's eyes. The corner of his mouth curled in a smile of approval. Jon walked up behind the boy and pulled the rope off his shoulders to the floor. He began to kiss and nibble at the back of the boy's neck and his shoulders, which got moans of pleasure. He licked his way down the spine as the boy twisted his torso and let out little cries. At last he was at the rosy bud in the boy's perfect ass. He licked and nibbled as the boy moaned and cried out. Jon's cock strained at its cage. For the first time he longed to fuck a boy's ass. But he would have more power over this moaning body than his cock. Quickly he stood and whipped the tie around the throat, tightening it just enough that he heard the boy's breathing through the constricted airway. He ran his finger around the now deadly plastic, as he gave the boy time to realize what had happened. He stopped in front of him gazing into the eyes. They realized that the dying had begun.
He and the boy kissed passionately and long, and as he withdrew a little, he looked into the boy's eyes as he pulled the tie tighter. The breath rattled in his throat now, and the chest heaved as it worked to suck in air. Jon dropped to his knees and went to work on the stiff cock. He wasn't going to depend on the boy cumming as he died. It was a hot myth, but he knew it was a myth. He wanted the boy close before what he did next.
He licked the boy's balls and inner thighs as he made his way up the torso, tasting the salty sheen of sweat that had broken out all over the chest as the body labored to take in enough air. He ran his tongue around and around the hardened left nipple which brought a moan of pleasure, even through the gasps for air. The face had a bluish tinge now, and the tongue was swollen. The eyes were wide open, and there was fear in them. Jon wanted the boy to die unafraid, but maybe there would always be fear.
He kissed the boy deeply again, running his tongue around the swollen one. He walked around in back of the boy and wrapped his left arm around the boy's torso, pulling it close. He laid his head against the boy's shoulder as he let the feel of the heaving torso sink into his body. Then he took hold of the end of the zip tie with his right hand and pulled hard. The boy's breath was cut off with a little squeak. There was a pause. Perhaps the boy realizing death was very close. Then the body began to writhe and twist as it tried in desperation to suck in air. Jon held it tight against him, feeling the muscles of the back slide against his bare chest. His right hand found the stiff cock and began to stroke it, faster and faster. He wanted the boy to cum before the lack of oxygen deprived the brain of feeling. Suddenly he felt the balls tighten, and the cock strain in his hand. The cum shot far across the floor as the writhing of the body fell into the steady heaving rhythms of an immense orgasm. After that there were only shudders and twitches. Jon wrapped his arms around the torso and buried his face in the back of the neck. He could feel the muscles deep within the chest weakly trying to pull in breath. He traced his fingers over the hardened nipples as he felt the movement still. As he felt the body slump and the head go loose onto the chest. The boy was dead. Jon had killed him. He gave the back of the neck a kiss and stepped away.
All around there were puddles of cum on the floor in front of the Slaughterpigs. They moved forward to run hands and tongues over the cooling body as they untied the arms. One rolled an old creaky cart in from another room. They lifted the body and let it drop onto the cart with a dull thud.
Jon felt an arm wrap him from behind and pull him close. A hand pulled his face around. It was porn star. He kissed Jon hard, thrusting his tongue deep and biting his lip. Jon's body tightened with desire. Porn star pulled away and licked Jon's blood from his lips with a smile.
"I thought you would enjoy the kill. Are you ready now to die? You have an hour or so for final preparations." He gestured with his chin, "Some of us need time to recover from your excellent work. But not me," he gave his stiff cock a light stroke, "I am saving it all for you."
