Chapter 1. Isaac
That old saying ‘Money can buy you anything’ was never truer for The Elite Killing club. A prestige organization that catered for the world’s rich both males and females, entrepreneurs and world leaders.
Operating since 2000, the club allowed its members to pay to kill young guys by any means necessary and then to have their way and do what they want with the bodies. Members could keep the whole body after the death, or just claim a small keep sake like the head or allow the club to dispose of it if they needed to. Fees started at $250,000 for a guy that the club had sourced through its many underhand tactics and ‘recruiters’ or $500,000 for a specific guy that the member wanted.
One could only gain membership by one of two ways. Have over $10,000,000 in the bank or via grandfather rights from an existing member.
Omar was a 23-year-old millionaire from Senegal whose family had made their money from the fishing industry. He had a fondess for killing and had been able to do as he please in Senegal by preying on poor families and paying bribes to officials to keep them quiet.
When he heard about the Elite Killing Club, he knew that it was something that he wanted to join. He’d always dreamt of killing a white guy and the club would now give him that opportunity.
Isaac was a Nineteen year old from Canada who had been involved in an argument with his family and been kicked out of the house. Like most people his age he posted about it on social media and was inundated with offering him the opportunity to stay with them. That was how he met Jo, he’d been talking to the twenty year old female for a while and the two seemed to get on so we she had made him an offer to stay with her for a while he jumped at it.
The next day Jo arrived at the designated pick up area and Isaac threw his bags in the trunk and jumped into the front passenger seat, if only the young man had looked in the back he would have seen someone else lurking but Like many of today’s social media influencers he was oblivious to the dangers or didn’t really care.
No sooner had Isaac strapped his seat belt on had the person in the back thrown a chloroform rag in his face. The hunky Canadian put up a brief fight but was soon succumbed to the fumes.
Isaac had no idea Jo was a recruiter for the Elite Club and he had just become one of the members latest players things.
Mark sat in his office, his job as Chief Operations Officer for the Elite Killing Club was rewarding and very well paid. At first he tussled with the morals of the job but soon grew accustomed to the role as he enjoyed the lavish lifestyle his work brought. He ran a smooth ship that made things so easy for the members, under his leadership membership had grown to over one thousand and they were soon approaching their 500th kill.
A van pulled up at the back of the large mansionesque style building.
“What you got for me?” Said Mark as he shock the drivers hand.
“Latest delivery for you. One of Jo’s captures.” The driver replied with a smile.
Mark opened the back door and peered in “Ah brilliant it’s Isaac.” Mark said “We’ve been. Waiting for him.”
“Take him down to room 236 and strip him down as usual. One of our newest members is waiting to dispatch a white guy.” Mark instructed as he headed back inside.
A short while later Isaac slowly stirred as he lifted his head, his memory was a little groggy as he found his hands were tied to a chair when he tried to move, and he quickly discovered he was only dressed in his underwear as he tried to recollect how all this had planned out. He could remember getting into Jo’s car and couldn’t recall anything else.
“Jo, Jo. What the fuck is this?” Isaac shouted as he looked towards the door in the bare room.
“Jo, where the hell are you?” The young man yelled angrily as he pulled on the ropes binding his hands after receiving no reply.
Isaac took a deep breath as he waited for someone to enter the room.
Meanwhile in the members area Mark was giving Omar the final briefing before letting the Senegalese millionaire lose on his first victim.
“Ok are you all ready?” Mark asked as he went through the checklist he always did before a kill.
“Oh yes. I’m ready.” Omar excitedly answered “I’ve been looking forward to this.”
“Ok brilliant.” Mark replied “Now remember that what you requested will be on a table in the room. And we’ll be recording this for you. Oh and a couple more things.” Mark added “Will you be keeping the head as a trophy, and do you need us to dispose of the body?”
Omar let out a smile “Oh yes. I’ll for sure be keeping the head and yes, I have plans for his body.”
“Excellent. I’ll make the plans for you to take him. Now go have some fun.”
Omar took a deep breath as he opened the door.
Entering the room he paused as he got his first glimpse of his victim. The dark brown haired, blue eyed young man sat before him in nothing more than a light blue pair of briefs looked amazing. His athletic torso was free from hair and was rounded off with an amazing pair of legs which were dominated by a large set of quads. Isaac looked nothing like one of his previous African kills and Omar knew that this would be money well spent.
“Who the fuck are you?” And “What’s going on?” Isaac demanded angrily when Omar stepped into the room.
Omar didn’t say a word as he moved silently across the room to his prey. He squatted down as he began to examine his victim.
“Hey don’t fucking ignore me.” Isaac bellowed “What’s going on. Where’s Jo?”
Omar stood up and put his hand on Isaac’s shoulder “Wow, wow what the hell you doing.” Isaac protested as Omar began to run his hand down the young man’s torso. “Shhhh” Omar replied “Everything will be ok my friend.” He uttered as his hands now moved down and began to touch the inside of Isaac’s wonderful thighs. “Dude, please stop. I’m not into this type of thing.” Isaac objected as Omer’s hand moved up and cupped his manhood which began to grow with each grope Omar made. Isaac protests soon turned to pleasurable groans as Omar tugged him off but before the young man could hit his climax Omar stopped and disappeared from view.
It took Isaac a few seconds to regain his composure as Omar now stood behind him and took something off the table. “Hey where did you go. What are you doing?” The bound young man shouted as he tried desperately to free his restraints.
“What the fucks going on. Answer me you fucki” Isaac’s pleas were quickly shut off as Omar flung a plastic bag over his head and pulled the drawstrings tight. “Ugh, I can’t breathe.” Isaac shouted as he sucked the bag in towards his house and began to suffocate. Omar stood in front of his conquest and watched as Isaac’s strong muscles put up a fight as he frantically gasped for air the bag sucking in and out closely into his face with each desperate breath. Omar looked down at his watch and saw that a minute had passed, he wasn’t done with his fun yet and quickly moved in and poked a hole in the now fogged up back.
Isaac immediately took in a deep breath as he frantically gasped for air and begged “Please, please let me go. Why are you doing this?”
“Why should I let you go. The fun is just beginning.” Omar laughed as he went behind the young hunk again and grabbed another bag.
“Please sir, please let me go.” Isaac begged “What have I ever done to you? Let me go please.” He added as he frantically moved about in the chair.
Omar now stood in front of the captive hunk “Are you ready for part two?” He smiled as he held the next bag in front of his prey.
“No. No. Please don’t. I don’t want to die.” Isaac begged. “Please let me go. I’m only nineteen I have my whole life to live.” Isaac pleaded as he began to cry.
“No, no, no, please.” Isaac begged as Omar moved in and quickly cut off his pleas as the second bag was now flung over his head.
Isaac hastily gasped for air as once again the bag was sucked into his face and he struggled to breath “I can’t breathe. Help me, I can’t breathe.” He managed to utter in the hope Omar would help him again.
This time Omar had no intention of helping and knelt by Isaac placing his hand on his thigh as he could feel the young man’s violent struggles in the chair as he whispered “Just let yourself go. It will be painless I swear.”
Isaac continued to gasp for air the plastic bag being sucked further and further into his face. A few more minutes passed before Isaac let out a final groan and went limp in the chair his head now dropping forwards.
Omar’s heartbeat excitedly as the rush of taking Isaac’s life filled his body. Standing up he lifted the young hunks head back to see Isaac’s vacant blue eyes staring back at him through the fog filled bag. Omar shock Isaac’s shoulder to see if there would be any response but the lifeless body just moved back into place.
Isaac’s restraints were untied as the bag was removed from his head as Omar now moved the young man’s body, and lay it out on the floor.
Omar was still on cloud nine and had enjoyed taking the young man’s life. The young Canadian was a fine first white kill. He took a few moments to fondle and caress the young hunk before pressing the buzzer to say that he was finished in the room.
Seconds later two club workers entered the room wheeling in a gurney that they lifted Isaac’s lifeless body onto.
Omar went to see Mark who asked him if he had some fun. The young Senegalese millionaire informed Mark that he loved it and that Isaac was a perfect victim. The two shock hands as Omar was handed the video of the experience and headed back out where Isaac’s body was now lying in a black body bag and wheeled to a van that followed Omar to the airport and was quickly loaded onto Omar’s private jet.
Arriving back in Senegal Isaac’s body was transferred to the back of Omar’s limousine and driven to a small village deep in the bush.
Omar had made a deal with a village of cannibals and had agreed to sell them Isaac’s body. The village chieftain came out to greet Omar and inspect the merchandise he would be buying. The body bag was unzipped, and a sexy Isaac laid out on a wooden table.
The chieftain nodded his head as he inspected the young man lain out before him. His hands poked and prodded the dead young man sensing which areas would yield the most meat and making notes on a piece of paper. He paused for a few moments as he now focused on Isaac’s meaty thighs.
Money was exchanged and Omar was invited to stay for the village feast as Isaac was carried away to a special body preparation away. Rope was tied around the young man’s ankles, and he was hung upside down before his throat was ritualistically cut to allow the blood to drain.
Omar could feel the sense of excitement in the village, only some of the village elders could remember the last time white man’s meat was on the venue. For many this would be their first time in tasting it.
Once Isaac’s body was bled it was brought down and cut to pieces, whilst being processed members of the tribe dipped their hands in the young man’s blood and smeared it on their faces in preparation for the feast.
As part of the arrangement Omar was to keep Isaac’s head and he ensured it was in a safe place before he joined the villagers and tucked into his serving of Isaac directly from one of his thick thighs.
Celebrations for the village feast went long into the night before Omar departed the next morning and headed home.
Once there he wasted no time in placing Isaac’s severed head with the others of his previous local victims. The blue-eyed white head now stood out proudly from the row of darker ones around it.
That old saying ‘Money can buy you anything’ was never truer for The Elite Killing club. A prestige organization that catered for the world’s rich both males and females, entrepreneurs and world leaders.
Operating since 2000, the club allowed its members to pay to kill young guys by any means necessary and then to have their way and do what they want with the bodies. Members could keep the whole body after the death, or just claim a small keep sake like the head or allow the club to dispose of it if they needed to. Fees started at $250,000 for a guy that the club had sourced through its many underhand tactics and ‘recruiters’ or $500,000 for a specific guy that the member wanted.
One could only gain membership by one of two ways. Have over $10,000,000 in the bank or via grandfather rights from an existing member.
Omar was a 23-year-old millionaire from Senegal whose family had made their money from the fishing industry. He had a fondess for killing and had been able to do as he please in Senegal by preying on poor families and paying bribes to officials to keep them quiet.
When he heard about the Elite Killing Club, he knew that it was something that he wanted to join. He’d always dreamt of killing a white guy and the club would now give him that opportunity.
Isaac was a Nineteen year old from Canada who had been involved in an argument with his family and been kicked out of the house. Like most people his age he posted about it on social media and was inundated with offering him the opportunity to stay with them. That was how he met Jo, he’d been talking to the twenty year old female for a while and the two seemed to get on so we she had made him an offer to stay with her for a while he jumped at it.
The next day Jo arrived at the designated pick up area and Isaac threw his bags in the trunk and jumped into the front passenger seat, if only the young man had looked in the back he would have seen someone else lurking but Like many of today’s social media influencers he was oblivious to the dangers or didn’t really care.
No sooner had Isaac strapped his seat belt on had the person in the back thrown a chloroform rag in his face. The hunky Canadian put up a brief fight but was soon succumbed to the fumes.
Isaac had no idea Jo was a recruiter for the Elite Club and he had just become one of the members latest players things.
Mark sat in his office, his job as Chief Operations Officer for the Elite Killing Club was rewarding and very well paid. At first he tussled with the morals of the job but soon grew accustomed to the role as he enjoyed the lavish lifestyle his work brought. He ran a smooth ship that made things so easy for the members, under his leadership membership had grown to over one thousand and they were soon approaching their 500th kill.
A van pulled up at the back of the large mansionesque style building.
“What you got for me?” Said Mark as he shock the drivers hand.
“Latest delivery for you. One of Jo’s captures.” The driver replied with a smile.
Mark opened the back door and peered in “Ah brilliant it’s Isaac.” Mark said “We’ve been. Waiting for him.”
“Take him down to room 236 and strip him down as usual. One of our newest members is waiting to dispatch a white guy.” Mark instructed as he headed back inside.
A short while later Isaac slowly stirred as he lifted his head, his memory was a little groggy as he found his hands were tied to a chair when he tried to move, and he quickly discovered he was only dressed in his underwear as he tried to recollect how all this had planned out. He could remember getting into Jo’s car and couldn’t recall anything else.
“Jo, Jo. What the fuck is this?” Isaac shouted as he looked towards the door in the bare room.
“Jo, where the hell are you?” The young man yelled angrily as he pulled on the ropes binding his hands after receiving no reply.
Isaac took a deep breath as he waited for someone to enter the room.
Meanwhile in the members area Mark was giving Omar the final briefing before letting the Senegalese millionaire lose on his first victim.
“Ok are you all ready?” Mark asked as he went through the checklist he always did before a kill.
“Oh yes. I’m ready.” Omar excitedly answered “I’ve been looking forward to this.”
“Ok brilliant.” Mark replied “Now remember that what you requested will be on a table in the room. And we’ll be recording this for you. Oh and a couple more things.” Mark added “Will you be keeping the head as a trophy, and do you need us to dispose of the body?”
Omar let out a smile “Oh yes. I’ll for sure be keeping the head and yes, I have plans for his body.”
“Excellent. I’ll make the plans for you to take him. Now go have some fun.”
Omar took a deep breath as he opened the door.
Entering the room he paused as he got his first glimpse of his victim. The dark brown haired, blue eyed young man sat before him in nothing more than a light blue pair of briefs looked amazing. His athletic torso was free from hair and was rounded off with an amazing pair of legs which were dominated by a large set of quads. Isaac looked nothing like one of his previous African kills and Omar knew that this would be money well spent.
“Who the fuck are you?” And “What’s going on?” Isaac demanded angrily when Omar stepped into the room.
Omar didn’t say a word as he moved silently across the room to his prey. He squatted down as he began to examine his victim.
“Hey don’t fucking ignore me.” Isaac bellowed “What’s going on. Where’s Jo?”
Omar stood up and put his hand on Isaac’s shoulder “Wow, wow what the hell you doing.” Isaac protested as Omar began to run his hand down the young man’s torso. “Shhhh” Omar replied “Everything will be ok my friend.” He uttered as his hands now moved down and began to touch the inside of Isaac’s wonderful thighs. “Dude, please stop. I’m not into this type of thing.” Isaac objected as Omer’s hand moved up and cupped his manhood which began to grow with each grope Omar made. Isaac protests soon turned to pleasurable groans as Omar tugged him off but before the young man could hit his climax Omar stopped and disappeared from view.
It took Isaac a few seconds to regain his composure as Omar now stood behind him and took something off the table. “Hey where did you go. What are you doing?” The bound young man shouted as he tried desperately to free his restraints.
“What the fucks going on. Answer me you fucki” Isaac’s pleas were quickly shut off as Omar flung a plastic bag over his head and pulled the drawstrings tight. “Ugh, I can’t breathe.” Isaac shouted as he sucked the bag in towards his house and began to suffocate. Omar stood in front of his conquest and watched as Isaac’s strong muscles put up a fight as he frantically gasped for air the bag sucking in and out closely into his face with each desperate breath. Omar looked down at his watch and saw that a minute had passed, he wasn’t done with his fun yet and quickly moved in and poked a hole in the now fogged up back.
Isaac immediately took in a deep breath as he frantically gasped for air and begged “Please, please let me go. Why are you doing this?”
“Why should I let you go. The fun is just beginning.” Omar laughed as he went behind the young hunk again and grabbed another bag.
“Please sir, please let me go.” Isaac begged “What have I ever done to you? Let me go please.” He added as he frantically moved about in the chair.
Omar now stood in front of the captive hunk “Are you ready for part two?” He smiled as he held the next bag in front of his prey.
“No. No. Please don’t. I don’t want to die.” Isaac begged. “Please let me go. I’m only nineteen I have my whole life to live.” Isaac pleaded as he began to cry.
“No, no, no, please.” Isaac begged as Omar moved in and quickly cut off his pleas as the second bag was now flung over his head.
Isaac hastily gasped for air as once again the bag was sucked into his face and he struggled to breath “I can’t breathe. Help me, I can’t breathe.” He managed to utter in the hope Omar would help him again.
This time Omar had no intention of helping and knelt by Isaac placing his hand on his thigh as he could feel the young man’s violent struggles in the chair as he whispered “Just let yourself go. It will be painless I swear.”
Isaac continued to gasp for air the plastic bag being sucked further and further into his face. A few more minutes passed before Isaac let out a final groan and went limp in the chair his head now dropping forwards.
Omar’s heartbeat excitedly as the rush of taking Isaac’s life filled his body. Standing up he lifted the young hunks head back to see Isaac’s vacant blue eyes staring back at him through the fog filled bag. Omar shock Isaac’s shoulder to see if there would be any response but the lifeless body just moved back into place.
Isaac’s restraints were untied as the bag was removed from his head as Omar now moved the young man’s body, and lay it out on the floor.
Omar was still on cloud nine and had enjoyed taking the young man’s life. The young Canadian was a fine first white kill. He took a few moments to fondle and caress the young hunk before pressing the buzzer to say that he was finished in the room.
Seconds later two club workers entered the room wheeling in a gurney that they lifted Isaac’s lifeless body onto.
Omar went to see Mark who asked him if he had some fun. The young Senegalese millionaire informed Mark that he loved it and that Isaac was a perfect victim. The two shock hands as Omar was handed the video of the experience and headed back out where Isaac’s body was now lying in a black body bag and wheeled to a van that followed Omar to the airport and was quickly loaded onto Omar’s private jet.
Arriving back in Senegal Isaac’s body was transferred to the back of Omar’s limousine and driven to a small village deep in the bush.
Omar had made a deal with a village of cannibals and had agreed to sell them Isaac’s body. The village chieftain came out to greet Omar and inspect the merchandise he would be buying. The body bag was unzipped, and a sexy Isaac laid out on a wooden table.
The chieftain nodded his head as he inspected the young man lain out before him. His hands poked and prodded the dead young man sensing which areas would yield the most meat and making notes on a piece of paper. He paused for a few moments as he now focused on Isaac’s meaty thighs.
Money was exchanged and Omar was invited to stay for the village feast as Isaac was carried away to a special body preparation away. Rope was tied around the young man’s ankles, and he was hung upside down before his throat was ritualistically cut to allow the blood to drain.
Omar could feel the sense of excitement in the village, only some of the village elders could remember the last time white man’s meat was on the venue. For many this would be their first time in tasting it.
Once Isaac’s body was bled it was brought down and cut to pieces, whilst being processed members of the tribe dipped their hands in the young man’s blood and smeared it on their faces in preparation for the feast.
As part of the arrangement Omar was to keep Isaac’s head and he ensured it was in a safe place before he joined the villagers and tucked into his serving of Isaac directly from one of his thick thighs.
Celebrations for the village feast went long into the night before Omar departed the next morning and headed home.
Once there he wasted no time in placing Isaac’s severed head with the others of his previous local victims. The blue-eyed white head now stood out proudly from the row of darker ones around it.
