The Red Garotte Strangler

[Brian2012]

Chapter 1. The Birth of a Killer
Marcel sat comfortably on his couch with his eyes fixed on the TV screen, completely immersed in one of his favorite shows about serial killers. As the narrator on the show began to speak about one of his favorite killers. Marcel couldn't help but let his mind wander to his own fantasies. In his mind, he imagined himself being a serial killer, hunting and stalking young men, and experiencing things he never thought possible. As the show continued, Marcel's fantasies grew more vivid, and he found himself lost in his own imagination. For a moment, he forgot about the outside world, and let himself be consumed by the endless possibilities and countless numbers of young men that were out there to kill.



Life had been tough for Marcel, at school he was picked on by the jocks and cools kids who thought he was a little strange, and when he came out as gay, he found that even his own family had shunned him. Marcel was attracted to the athletic male physique but also held resentment for popular good looking guys.



The evening was drawing in and Marcel hadn’t gone to the gym for his daily workout, he didn’t want to go but he knew he had to. He’d made himself a promise and didn’t want to break it.





Marcel walked into the gym and immediately noticed nineteen year old Austin, the self appointed alpha of the gym, showing off his fine muscular body.





Marcel couldn't help but feel a tinge of envy as he watched Austin effortlessly lift weights, his muscles bulging with every movement. He couldn't deny that he was impressed by Austin's impressive physique, and he couldn't help but feel a little intimidated by his dominance in the gym. Marcel had always struggled to build muscle, and seeing Austin's strength and confidence only made him feel more inadequate, this coupled with Austin’s constant put downs hurt him. But despite his envy, Marcel couldn't help but admire Austin's dedication and hard work, and he felt inspired to push himself harder in his own workouts.

Marcel had always dreamt about killing the cocky alpha male and seeing his fine muscles fighting desperately for their life.







Back home Marcel logged onto his favorite website Cute Dead Guys with his Login ‘Dreamer34’, and nervously scrolled through the latest topics, hoping to find one that would let him share his fantasies. He had always been too embarrassed and afraid to discuss his deepest desires with anyone in person, but the anonymity of the website made him feel more comfortable sharing his thoughts. As he hit scrolled, he found a topic asking people to describe what sort of serial killer they would be. Marcel read the comments and then left his own.



‘I’ve always dreamt about sneaking into unsuspecting guys house and once inside strangling the hot guy inside with a Garotte. I would then have my fun with them and leave them to be found with the Garotte still tight wrapped around their throats.’



He waited anxiously for a response, wondering if anyone would be interested in his fantasy.

To his surprise, he received several replies almost immediately, with people eager to discuss and explore his fantasies with him. Marcel felt a rush of excitement as he read through the messages, feeling validated and understood in a way he never had before. He loved that he could be himself on the website, without fear of judgment or rejection.

As he continued to chat with the other members of the group, Marcel felt a sense of connection and community with the users, one that he had never experienced before.



Once user in particular ‘Crazydoc77’ seemed particularly interested in what Marcel had to say. He promised to send Marcel a short video called the ‘The Red Garotte Strangler’ that had been made of a killer that broke into guys homes and killed them with a red ligature and left it around their necks.

He eagerly awaited the video to drop in Wickr an encrypted chat room that deletes messages after 24 hours and couldn’t be seen by the authorities. Marcel was like a kid on Christmas morning when the video arrived and found himself watching it repeatedly. He sent CrazyDoc a message thanking him and logged off for the evening.



As Marcel sat in his chair, he realized that he was not alone in his desires, and that there were people out there who shared his passions and were eager to explore them with him. Marcel felt a newfound sense of confidence and empowerment, knowing that he could be himself and find acceptance and understanding.

It was then that Marcel knew what he had to do, it had been staring him in the face the whole time.

A few weeks ago, Marcel brought a defaulted storage locker at a storage auction, it was piled with boxes and Marcel had hoped to hit the jackpot with them, so much so he had gotten into a bidding war with other action customers and eventually won. He knew he over paid but dreamed of striking rich. However, when he opened the first box he was shocked to find nothing but red fabric rope, all thirty five boxes contained the same thing and Marcel was lumbered with it.

But now after watching that video he realized it was a gift from God. God was telling him to become ‘The Red Garotte Strangler’ he wanted him to ensure he turned his dreams into a reality and Marcel wasn’t going to disappoint as he knew exactly who his first victim was going to be.





The next day Marcel headed to the gym once again and as per normal he watched as the cocky nineteen year old alpha Austin tried to mark his territory. He spoke to some of his friends and then tried to impress some girls with his muscles.





Marcel continued his workout and overheard Austin telling some friends that his parents were away that night and he was looking forward to relaxing without the thought of being moaned at. This was the news that Marcel had been waiting to hear Austin would be home alone that night and Marcel knew it was time to teach the cocky arrogant hunk a real lesson.



It was becoming increasingly clear that people at the gym were starting to grow tired of the Austin’s attitude. The shirtless alpha always strut around like he owned the place, loudly grunting and slamming weights down after each set. He was always flexing in front of the mirrors with his friends and taking up space and hogging the equipment.

At first, people would just roll their eyes and ignore him, but it was now starting to become a real problem. Austin’s constant belittling of others and making snide comments about their form or weightlifting abilities was seeing the young man make enemies. The gym owners were afraid to do anything as Austin came from a wealthy family and his father sponsored a few things the gym was involved in . It was clear that he was trying to assert his dominance and make others feel inferior to him.

However, his behavior was starting to backfire on him. Many people were choosing to work out at different times or even at different gyms to avoid Austin’s attitude. Others even started speaking up and confronting him about his behavior, telling him that his actions were unacceptable and that he needs to change his ways. But Austin just laughed at them.



Despite all this pushback, Austin continued to act the same way, oblivious to the fact that his behavior was driving people away. It soon become a topic of discussion among the regular gym-goers, and they were hoping that he would eventually learn to be more respectful and considerate of others or leave the gym.



Marcel finished his workout at the gym feeling satisfied with his progress. He grabbed his towel, water bottle, and gym bag, and headed towards the locker room to change. As he changed into his regular clothes, he thought about the plans he had for the evening. Specifically, the way he planned on making Austin his first victim. As he walked toward the door, he glanced over at Austin who still stood shirtless speaking loudly to some friends.







After leaving the gym, Marcel went straight home to start preparations for the night. He quickly took a shower and changed into a black boiler suit he had ordered. He ensured he had cut some of the red fabric away and finally made sure he had his gloves on him.



It was early evening when Marcel now sat outside Austin’s house. Sat at the end of the road and surrounded by woodland on two sides the prospective killer knew he would have the cover to enter the house.

He had predicted that someone as cocky and arrogant as Austin wouldn’t have given a second thought about their own mortality and left some doors on windows unlocked so he could gain access. But if he was wrong Marcel didn’t care as there wasn’t a lock that he couldn’t pick. You see Marcel’s dad was a well-known locksmith and Marcel learnt from a young age how to pick locks.



Darkness was settling in, and Marcel knew that now was the time to strike, he had moved his car and parked it a little further away and crept through some woodland until he was at the rear of Austin’s house. He approached the back door and looked inside; he could see that Austin was walking towards the kitchen. Keeping out of sight he watched a shirtless Austin who wore only a pair purple shorts and white socks open the fridge and grab a soda from inside.





The killer waited until Austin was out of sight and tried the back door handle. As he had thought it was unlocked which made creeping inside a whole lot easier.

Now inside the house Marcel simply had to wait for the right moment to strike, he knew he couldn’t take on Austin face to face and also knew that his best chance to pull this off successfully was by using the element of surprise and not let Austin get into a position of strength where he could use his muscles to fight back. Marcel had slipped into one of the side rooms and now waited for his prey to come past.

He didn’t have to wait long as Austin switched off the TV and was about to head upstairs to jump in the shower before heading out for the night and with his parents away the cocky alpha had his mind set on bringing a girl home.



Marcel saw that Austin was approaching, his heart began to beat faster with excitement, he could also feel his penis growing erect at the thought of his fantasy finally becoming real.

Making sure the red ligature was tight wrapped around his two hands Marcel stepped out of his hiding place once Austin had passed him.

Austin had one foot on the bottom stair when Marcel attacked and flung the red Garotte around the muscle hunks neck “what the fuck?” Austin managed to utter as Marcel pulled it tight. The attack was a success and took Austin by surprise as the force of Marcel pulling back saw the shirtless hunk fall backwards off the stairs and to the floor.

Marcel smiled as he realized that God was with him and placed his back against the wall as he continued to pull the ligature tight as the muscular gym alpha frantically fought for his life. Austin grunted and desperately tried to pull the ever tightening Garotte away from his throat. His powerful legs kicked out as Marcel felt a euphoria he had never felt before. Whether Austin lived or died was now in his hands, Marcel had the power and he loved it. It had probably never crossed Austin’s mind that this would ever happen to him, the arrogant gym alpha now reduced to begging and fighting for his life.

“Please don’t, please don’t kill me.” Austin uttered. But Marcel was in the zone and immune to the compassion being asked. Austin struggled on the floor as Marcel tightened his grip, his pleading went silent as he struggled to breath, his body fighting for its life, Austin made “Uuuhh, plee uhh” sounds as his killer tightened his grip,, his flaying arms tried to grab Marcel who easily dodged them as Austin could only scratch at Austin’s clothing, as Marcel pulled tighter Austin tried desperately to fight for his life he tried to remove the ligature but it was two tight he couldn’t get his hands between the rope and his neck. His legs desperately kicked the floor his powerful quads looking amazing as they did so. Marcel forced his knee into Austin’s back and tightened harder until his prey began to labor in his struggling, his arms began to slow.

Austin tried desperately to breath in, but his crushed windpipe was preventing this, he feared death but knew it was close. He was too young and hot to die. His eyes stared ahead as suddenly his arms and legs fell limp and dropped by his sides. Marcel closed his eyes as he struggled to regain composure and capture his breath. He kept the garotte tightly around Austin’s neck. As he bought the body back a bit and Austin’s head fell into his lap, he twisted his head from side to side keeping the tightness, Austin’s eyes were wide open frozen in fear as he looked ahead, his tongue partly protruded from his mouth, as the last of his dribble dribbled out. His body convulsed a few times and Marcel watched his hot muscles constrict and relax for the final time.

Safe in the knowledge that Austin was dead Marcel gave the red garotte one last yank and then tied the ends together at the back of his victim’s neck. He now let Austin’s body slump to the floor and got up to get a good look at his first victim.

A smile formed on Marcel’s face as he looked down at the dead alpha his fine muscular body forever still staring up into a never ending abyss of darkness. For those brief moments he held the power of live and death in his hands. He was God and could chose if Austin lived or died.

Marcel was filled with a sense of pride that made him feel powerful and satisfying.

For the first time in ages Marcel had a sense of purpose and fulfillment. Austin was the first but wouldn’t be the last as the killer knew that he had been tasked with a new role.



It was now time for Marcel to have some fun with his first conquest, he grabbed Austin under his arms and began the tough task of conveying him up to his bedroom. Moving 202ilbs of muscle upstairs was a tough job but after a few breaks Austin now lay face up on his bed as Marcel began to take some photos of his first victim’s dead body.





He wasted little time slapping Austin on his thick smooth thigh and watched as the thigh muscle rippled. He massaged and fondled with the smooth torso; his solid pecs were fantastic. Marcel admired the fine body and rubbed his thighs. Not wanting to leave much physical evidence he knew he couldn’t have too much fun as he climbed from the bed and took a final look at his first conquest. Apart from the photos he had taken of Austin he wanted another trophy for the occasion and took the chain from around the dead hunk’s neck before slipping out the back door and leaving Austin to be discovered.





Back home Marcel felt triumphant, he wandered if this was how his fellow killers felt after their first kills, he wanted to brag about his kill but realized that this wasn’t the way to be. Instead, he kept himself off his computer and researched more and more about his favorite subject of serial killers.



A few days later Marcel was sat at the table when he noticed a picture of Austin shirtless and taken at the beach flash up on the screen.





He quickly reached for the remote control and unmuted the Tv as the news reporter explained how Austin had been found dead at home and police were treating it as a murder investigation but wouldn’t be releasing more details just yet.

Marcel smiled as he left the house and headed to the gym knowing for the first time the gym would be a good place to go.



Arriving at the gym he soon found the gym to be very somber as the need of Austin’s death spread around. The alpha’s friends were shocked and put up a small memorial for their friend. Other people got on with their workouts not saying a word, but Marcel knew many were happy to have seen the last of the gym alpha although no one had the guts to say it out loud.


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[callmecaleb]

Nobody is too young, too hot, or too pretty to die. Especially if he is young and hot and pretty. CDG inhabitants will find him. He'll die, and it won't be pleasant for him. But for us? Heaven.

 

[Brian2012]

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[Brian2012]

Chapter 2. A Perfect Victim



A week had passed since Marcel had taken the life of his first victim.



Austin’s death had been a topic on the CDG message board and Marcel bragged about how Austin had been a member of his gym and how his body was amazing. However, he stopped short of bragging or going into too much detail about what he knew on the message board.

However, in the private chat he was having with Crazydoc77 things were different as he felt he could open up to the user as the two-role played and fantasied about how they would have killed Austin with Marcel playing the death out over and over in his head and fantasy.



It was the day of Austin’s funeral and Marcel decided to pay his final respects to the hot gym alpha.

Marcel sat in the back of the room, watching as the mourners filed in one by one. He had never been to a funeral before, let alone the funeral of someone he had killed, especially his first murder victim. Austin was a young man, nineteen years old and with his whole life ahead of him. And Marcel had taken that life away.



Now, as he sat in the back of the funeral home, surrounded by grieving friends and family, Marcel couldn't help but feel like an impostor. He knew ne didn't belong there. He had no right to mourn the loss of Austin, especially with the young man’s loss being a celebration for him.



As the service began, Marcel watched with a heavy heart as Austin's friends and family spoke of him. They talked about his kind heart, his infectious smile, and the way he lit up a room. They talked about the future he would never have, the milestones he would never reach. He giggled to himself that no one mentioned how much of an arrogant arsehole Marcel was and the gym was now a better place without him.



As he watched the casket being lowered into the grave, he wondered how long it would take for Austin’s fine body to decompose. With the funeral over he left and headed off to grab a spot of lunch.





Marcel was sitting at a small table in the outdoor section of a café, enjoying his lunch on a beautiful summer day and scanning any passer-by to see if they were suitable victim material. The sun was shining, and there was a light breeze blowing through his hair. He had just taken a bite of his sandwich when he noticed a young man walking across the street towards the café.







The young man was of medium height and had an attractive athletic body, with curly brown hair. He wasn't wearing a shirt, and his skin was tanned and golden from the sun. He was dressed in a pair of bright pink shorts, and he was carrying a football under one arm. Ace was Marcel’s type and real victim material and one that our killer would be keeping a close eye on .













As the young man got closer, Marcel noticed that he had a confident swagger to his step. He walked with purpose, like he knew exactly where he was going and what he was doing. Marcel couldn't help but admire the young man's confidence, even though he was dressed in such a bold ensemble.







Ace walked past the café, and Marcel watched as he disappeared down the street. For a moment, he thought that was the end of it, but then he noticed Ace coming back towards the café, now carrying a bottle of water and a slice of pizza.







As Ace got closer, Marcel saw that he had a mischievous glint in his eye and a mischievous grin on his face. He paused and held both his arms out as he shouted, “Hey Mark, don’t forget I’ll catch you at Scences tonight.”



Mark yelled back and Ace replied “You got it bro.”













He then walked straight up to Marcel's table, plopped down on the chair next to him, and said, "Hey, man, what's up?"







Marcel was taken aback by the sudden intrusion but decided to play it cool. "Not much. Just enjoying my lunch. How about you?"







Ace shrugged. "Same here. It's too nice a day to be cooped up inside, you know? Plus, I had to show off my awesome pink shorts." He held out one of his legs, showing off the bright fabric. Marcel took the time to survey the fine limb and noticed Ace had a tattoo of a Wolf’s head decorating his right thigh.











Marcel couldn't help but chuckle at the young man's enthusiasm. "Yeah, they're definitely...something.. that’s a dope tattoo by the way."







Ace laughed. "I know, right? My friends think I'm crazy for wearing them. But I figure, life's too short not to wear what makes you happy, you know?" As he grinned and thanked Marcel for the compliment on his tattoo.







Marcel nodded, impressed by the young man's confident attitude. "You're right. I like your style."







Ace beamed. "Thanks, man. It was nice to meet you."







Marcel watched as the young man sauntered away, still carrying his football under his arm. He smiled to himself knowing that he had just found his next victim and would be meeting Ace at Scences that night.

















Ace prepared for the night ahead as he looked I the mirror he felt proud of achieving something. Ace grew up in a small town in Missouri, where life was simple and predictable. He was always a popular child with many friends. He was creative and had a vivid imagination, but he sometimes struggled to express himself in a way that others understood.







As he got older, Ace developed an interest in social media. He loved the idea of being able to connect with people from all over the world, sharing his stories and his art with anyone who would listen. He started posting pictures and videos on Instagram, experimenting with different filters and captions until he found his own unique style.













Ace's content was quirky and eccentric, filled with bright colors and playful characters. He gained a small following, and he loved the feeling of being able to share his creativity with others. As he continued to post more and more, his following grew, and he started to realize that he might have a future as a social media influencer.







Ace was always up for a challenge. He decided to move out west to pursue his dream of becoming a full-time influencer. He left his small town behind and set out for the big city, determined to make a name for himself.







In LA, Ace found a community of young creators like himself, all trying to build a following and establish themselves in the world of social media. He went to as many events as he could, networking with other influencers and sharing his work with anyone who would listen.







As he left the house His mind raced with ideas he could grab for content whilst he was out that night.







Marcel sat outside the nightclub, he’d seen Ace go in and now eagerly waited for him to come out.







Ace was having a good time in the club. He’d been knocking back drink after drink and was now standing outside in the nightclub garden, swaying from side to side. He had had too much to drink and had been acting obnoxiously all night. He had been dancing wildly, knocking over drinks, and shouting at the top of his lungs, his behavior had been annoying other club goers.







Finally, a bouncer had had enough. He walked over to Ace and said, "I'm sorry, man, but you need to leave. Your behavior is being disruptive, and I can't let you stay here any longer."







Ace looked at the bouncer, trying to focus his blurry eyes. "What? Why? I'm having a good time, man. Chill out.”







The bouncer shook his head. "You're drunk, and you're making a scene. I can't let you stay here and ruin everyone else's night."







Ace tried to plead his case, but the bouncer was firm, grabbing his arm and ushering him outside.











Marcel looked over at the commotion and saw Ace as he stumbled onto the sidewalk, Ace stood up and with his shirt unbuttoned told the bouncer to fuck off and threw him the middle finger. He knew he had been acting like an idiot, but he had been having so much fun that he hadn't realized how out of control he had gotten.













He stumbled down the street, his head spinning and his stomach churning. He felt disgusted with himself, like he had let his friends down by ruining their night.



Marcel watched as a clearly intoxicated Ace staggered over to his car and jumped into the driver’s seat. The killer was shocked that Ace was even going to attempt to drive in the state he was in. He prayed that the police didn’t stop the young man as he knew that the chances of fun would be slimming then what they were. Ace sat in his car with his door open as he pondered life for a moment and then revved up the car as he pulled away.













Marcel followed Ace as the young man drove home and watched on as his driving became more erratic the longer it went on. Marcel knew if the cops saw Ace, it was game over but thankfully, he watched as Ace drove into a gated drive way and finally came to a stop. Marcel looked up to the heavens and thanked god as he snuck inside the gate as it slowly closed. He now watched from the bushes as a drunken Ace staggered towards the front door before dropping his keys. The young man bent down and finally succeeded after a few attempts at trying to get the key in the keyhole.



Marcel watched as Ace entered the house pulled his shirt off and failed to shut his front door. Marcel seized the moment and snuck inside, quietly pulling the door to as he did. He knew he may not have much time as Ace’s roommates could be back soon and prepared to strike.



Moments after Ace left the kitchen Marcel made his move and flung the red Garotte around the shirtless young man neck. In his intoxicated state Ace was no match for Marcel as the young man immediately found himself rocked back on his heels as the ligature was pulled tight. Ace grunted and snarled as he frantically tried to pull away the item that was obstructing his breathing.



Panic crossed Ace’s face. His eyes pleaded for help but there would be none forthcoming. His hands came up as they frantically tried to pull at his attacker and stop the attack. Ace continued to claw at Marcel as the gagging sounds continued to erupt from his clenched throat and his eyes started to bulge.



“Shhh,” Marcel whispered, “Its almost over, Relax and let yourself go.”



Ace’s face was now full of fear as Marcel tightened the ligature as much as he could as a distant crunching sound filled the room as his windpipe collapsed and the hyoid bone in his throat fractured. His body now jerking rhythmically as death claimed him.







With Ace dead Marcel dragged the young man into the living room where he looked down at his latest victim as Ace’s blue eyes stared back up at him as spittle dropped from the edge of his mouth.













Marcel ran his hands over Ace’s fine torso before undoing his jeans and pulling them off to reveal a fine set of legs decorated with a fine light fuzz. He inspected the tattoo more closely on Ace’s thigh and admired the detail before pulling the Garotte tight once again and tying both ends together. Some photos of Ace were taken, and Marcel left the drunk dead hunk lying on the couch ready to be discovered.











Ace’s house mates returned home later that night and in their drunken states failed to notice that their friend had been killed. They all retreated to bed apart from Logan who went to watch some Tv, he saw Ace laid out across the couch and asked his friend to move his legs. Ace’s silence was deafening so Logan pushed the legs up himself and sat himself down, falling asleep as the TV stayed on.







It wasn’t until the next morning that Logan and the rest of the house was woken by the screams of a girl one of the guys had brought back. She walked into the front room and saw Ace lying in his underwear, his vacant eyes staring back at her with the red Garotte wipes tight around his neck.

 

[johnnyriot]

Nobody is too young, too hot, or too pretty to die. Especially if he is young and hot and pretty. CDG inhabitants will find him. He'll die, and it won't be pleasant for him. But for us? Heaven.

Its the jock boys such as Austin and Ace that hold the most fear of death overall, as they believe they are worth more and are scared to die. They are nothing but a Sadist's next Catch!

 

[Brian2012]

Chapter 3. Officially a Serial Killer

Marcel was out on the prowl again he was looking to take the life of his third victim, a killing that would actually see him labelled as a serial killer. As he strolled along the beach front he pondered and looked at the many shirtless young men that either relaxed with their girlfriends or chilled in the sun. It was at that moment that he caught sight of Adam who sat by the water’s edge on his surfboard and smiled at some passing girls. The young man with his perfect good looks and defined athletic body was an ideal victim and Marcel now zeroed in on his target.





Adam was a charismatic 19-year-old university student who was making waves both on and off the field. A true sports enthusiast, he had been a budding track and soccer athlete since high school, and his passion for fitness and athleticism had only grown stronger since he moved to university.



With his chiseled physique and boy-next-door charm, Adam quickly became eye candy for the girls on campus and ladies who often turned heads wherever he went. With his bright and infectious personality, Adam was not only a star athlete but also a well-liked and respected member of his university community.



As he moved on to pursue his tertiary education at university, Adam's focus on his passion for fitness and sports never waned. He remained dedicated to his training, hitting the gym almost every day and practicing on the track and soccer fields whenever he could.



It was at university, though, that Adam discovered a new passion – surfing. The university was located by the coast, and it wasn't long before Adam found himself drawn to the waves. He began renting boards and hitting the waves regularly, cherishing the thrill of riding the waves and the challenge of mastering the art of surfing.





The sexy surfer winked at the girls and stood up as he took his surfboard in his arms and began to slowly walk back up towards the car park. Blissfully unaware that the eyes of a killer now stalked him.





Adam was on cloud nine, he had just finished a thrilling surfing session with his buddies, and he was now heading back towards his car. As he neared the vehicle, he could feel the cool ocean air and salty water weighing him down. The first thing he did as he got to the car was to grab a towel and start drying himself off.



Marcel watched as Adam stood by the car and began rubbing the towel all over his body, his chiseled physique glistening under the sun as the droplets of water on his skin began to evaporate. Adam had worked hard to build his toned muscles, and he couldn't help but feel proud of himself as he dried off. He removed his surf shorts and Marcel could see he was wearing a pair of black Calvin Klein underwear, the snug fit outlining his defined abs, his chiseled chest, and his well-toned legs.



After completing the drying off process, Adam made his way towards a nearby bench and sat down, feeling the warmth of the sun on his skin after a chilly surfing session. He let his eyes close as he leaned back, letting the sun's rays kiss his body. The black Calvin Klein underwear contrasted against his bronzed skin, making him look like a model.



Adam enjoyed this moment of peace, letting the warmth of the sun and the soft sound of the waves calm his mind and soothe his muscles. It was a moment of relaxation amongst the chaos of university life and workouts, and he thoroughly enjoyed every second of it.





As he sat there with his body exposed, Adam couldn't help but feel grateful for his life and all the opportunities he had been given.



Marcel watched from a safe distance and a short while later Adam put on a pair of track bottoms and got ready to head home. His phone rang as he prepared to get in his car and Marcel overheard the conversation that took place over speaker phone. It seemed that Adam’s roommate would be back home by 8pm and was telling Adam he needed to be out of the apartment by then as he was bringing someone back. The shirtless surfer had already made plans and told his roommate not to worry as he’d be gone.

Marcel watched as Adam got in his car and then looked down at his watch. He smiled when he saw it was 4pm, “More than enough time to kill.” He thought as he jumped in his own car and followed Adam home.





Adam lived in apartments at the university campus and paid no attention to the car that pulled into the parking lot behind him. Neither did he pay any attention to the unknown male he nearly bumped into, but Marcel paid attention. He ensured he had a good look at Adam’s shirtless torso with its firm pecs and defined abs.





He watched as Adam entered the building and then snuck in behind him. Marcel pretended to look through the mail on the side as he saw that Adam had entered the first apartment on the left. His eyes caught sight of a security camera and his heart sunk momentarily at the thought of not being able to carry out the kill. He scanned left and saw a note apologizing for the cameras being out of action and assured the students it would be fixed soon.



Marcel prepared himself as he looked around to see that the coast was clear and put on his leather gloves. He then approached Adam’s door and prayed the hunk was one of the guys that left his door unlocked and had never given a thought of what could happen to him. He clasped the handle and gave it a turn, preparing himself just in case he came face to face with his intended victim.

To his joy the handle turned, and he slowly opened the door before carefully stepping inside. Adam was nowhere to be seen, instead Marcel heard the sound of the shower running and could hear from the noises inside that his prey was inside.



He prepared himself and got the piece of red cloth he had carefully cut and patiently waited for Adam to leave the bathroom. He’d positioned himself in one of the bedrooms that gave him a great view of the bathroom in the mirror. There was no way Adam could see him and he now waited.



Through the reflection in the mirror Marcel watched as a naked Adam stepped out of the shower, beads of water trickled down his toned chest and muscular arms as his thick cut manhood swung freely in the air. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist, feeling the warmth of the terry cloth against his skin.



Adam reached for his white Calvin Klein briefs and stepped into them, admiring how they hugged his body and accentuated his toned legs. He tossed his towel to the side and leaned towards the mirror, running his fingers through his damp hair.





Feeling refreshed and invigorated, Adam left the bathroom and walked towards his room. His feet padded against the carpeted floor as he made his way towards his bed, feeling content and relaxed after his much-needed shower. He took a deep breath, letting the warmth of the room envelop him, and stretched his arms, feeling his muscles flex as he did so.



It was at this moment that Marcel stepped from the other room and flung the red Garotte around Adam’s throat. The attack took the young man by surprise as he brought his hands up to try and free the ever tightening force that was around his neck.

Adam tried using his muscular strength as he tried to throw his attacker off and fell back on the bed, but all he did was put Marcel into a position of strength.

Adam frantically fought for his life as his hands and arms flew around and he tried to kick himself free. But his killer tightened his grip harder and harder. This kill was going to be easy as Marcel witnessed Adam’s neck bulge and the veins pop up as he struggled, the young man tried to breath but was restricted his face turning red as he felt dizzy, his body tensing one last time as his eyes rolled to the back of his head and his body exhaled breath one last time,. Marcel held the ligature tightly to confirm the kill as Adam’s body convulsed a few times as dribble dripped from Adam’s mouth and onto his shoulder.



With Adam dead Marcel ran his hands across the dead hunk’s torso, ensuring his took the time to grope his firm pecs. He moved his hands down Adam’s body and playfully slapped his solid abs before moving his hands further down the body and prepared to grope Adam’s impressive manhood. He lifted his hands as he felt a wet patch at the front of Adam’s briefs and soon realized that Adam had pissed himself as he died. He grabbed the two ends of the red Garotte and tightly tied it around Adam’s neck as he climbed off the bed and admired his handy work as Adam’s vacant eyes started up at the ceiling as some spittle dripped from the edge of his mouth and fell onto the bed.

Adam was one sexy young man and Marcel contemplated in fucking the hunk but didn’t want to leave any DNA traces. He ran his hands along Adam’s fantastic legs before taking a couple of photos of his the dead hunk and leaving him to be found by his flat mate in a few hours time.







Adam’s death would stay with him for a while as he snuck out of the university block and away from the scene.





Adam’s roommate returned home with a girl in tow.

He’d seen Adam’s car outside and was pissed his flat mate hadn’t left as promised.

“Fuck’s sake Adam. You promised to be gone.” he shouted as he opened the door to an eerie silence.

“Oi dick head did you hear me?” He shouted as he entered Adam’s room and stopped as he saw the body of his friend on the bed, the red Garotte tightly wrapped around his throat. The girl that accompanied entered the room and let out a scream when she saw the body as Adam’s roommate dialed 9-1-1.





Detective Johnson stood over Adam's lifeless body, examining the red marks on his neck. "This is the third victim with a red Garotte. It's looking clear we're dealing with a serial killer," he muttered to Detective Miller, who was jotting down notes in his notebook.



"Yeah, it's starting to look that way," replied Miller as he continued to survey the scene. "The M.O. is consistent with the previous two murders as well. All of them males, all were found in their homes, strangled with a red Garotte."



"Have we found anything else that could lead us to the killer?" asked Johnson, scratching his chin. They both knew that the lack of leads was frustrating and could lead to the killer striking again if they didn't catch him soon.



"No, nothing new," replied Miller, shaking his head. "But we'll keep digging. We need to solve this before anyone else gets hurt and the feds get involved. For now, we keep quiet and don’t announce anything. No need to panic people just yet.”



As they stepped back from the body, the detectives knew they had to work quickly to prevent another murder. They both silently prayed that they could catch the killer before he claimed another victim.

 

[Brian2012]

Chapter 4. An Unknown Ally
Marcel felt a rush of adrenaline as he typed away feverishly in the CDG chat room. He loved talking to like-minded individuals about hot young men and all the things they all wanted to do to them. Although he had firsthand experience Marcel hadn’t told anyone of his secret life.

His fingers moved quickly as he described his ideal young man, someone with a toned body, chiseled jawline and blonde hair. As he painted a vivid picture of his dream man, one of the other participants in the chat room attached a picture.



Marcel's heart skipped a beat as he looked at the image of a blonde hunk named Kenny. He had seen Kenny around town before, but never like this. The picture was taken from a distance, but he could still see the muscles bulging beneath his skintight shirt. Marcel felt his heart rate increase as he imagined running his hands along Kenny's toned body.





The others in the chat room were similarly impressed. They all agreed that Kenny was the perfect embodiment of their shared fantasies, and each talked about how they wanted to make the blonde hunk suffer and explained what they would do to him.

Marcel couldn't help but feel smug as unlike everyone else he was able to turn the fantasies into a reality.



Marcel couldn't get Kenny out of his head. He had to find him, he wanted him to be his next victim. As he scrolled through the picture, he had seen of Kenny in the chat room, he noticed that it had been posted on Instagram. Determined to figure out where he worked out, Marcel started digging deep into the social media platform.



After a few hours of scouring Instagram, Marcel finally found Kenny's profile. He was ecstatic. There were several pictures of Kenny on his page, and Marcel couldn't believe he had found him. There were even a few pictures of Kenny at the gym, which gave Marcel an idea.



As a regular gym-goer himself, Marcel knew that most people had their "go-to" gym. A place where they felt comfortable and went to on a consistent basis. So, using some investigative skills, Marcel combed through Kenny's Instagram and found out which gym he went to - a popular one just a few blocks away from Marcel's apartment.



Marcel felt like he had struck gold. He quickly put on his workout clothes and headed straight to the gym. As he walked through the front door, Marcel felt a wave of nerves wash over him. What if Kenny wasn't there? What if he never showed up again? But he had to try.



As Marcel walked through the gym, he finally spotted Kenny. His heart began to race as he saw him doing squats in the corner. Marcel felt himself getting hotter under the collar as he watched Kenny's muscles bulge with exertion. It was too much for him to handle, and he wanted to kill him there and then.





Kenny was a 21-year-old blonde-haired, blue-eyed athlete with a fantastically toned body that almost made him look like a work of art. He had a charming smile that could put anyone at ease and a captivating personality to match. With a look of determination etched on his face, he was the epitome of an athlete - focused, driven, and competitive. Kenny had been blessed with good looks and athleticism, and he knew how to show off his assets without coming across as arrogant.





Kenny had always been athletic, playing baseball since he was a little boy. He loved the sport and was good at it. He played for his college team and had dreams of going pro one day. Baseball had given him the opportunity to travel, hone his skills, and meet new people. He had made many friends and had even caught the eye of a few admirers along the way. Some for the right reasons and some for the wrong ones.



Kenny had a sporty personality that matched his love of baseball. He enjoyed staying active and competing, whether it was on the field or in the gym. His focus on fitness had resulted in a toned body that left many in awe. Kenny was aware of his appeal and enjoyed the attention he received as a result. Despite his good looks and athletic prowess, he remained humble and true to himself, which always carried him in good stead.





Marcel now watched as Kenny worked out, his eyes transfixed on the toned muscles that rippled with each movement. He was dressed in a sleeveless black top and black shorts, and Marcel could feel his heart beating faster as he imagined running his hands along Kenny's smooth skin. Kenny was wearing headphones, completely engrossed in his workout, and Marcel couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy at how focused he was.



As he watched Kenny work out, Marcel tried to keep his composure, but he could feel himself getting increasingly worked up. Sweat glistened on Kenny's skin as he lifted heavy weights, and Marcel felt himself getting hotter under the collar. He couldn't help but imagine what Kenny would look like without his shirt on, and the thought sent shivers down his spine.





Marcel couldn't take it any longer, and he decided to introduce himself. He walked up to Kenny, who was just finishing up his set, and tapped him on the shoulder. Kenny took off his headphones and turned to face Marcel, a smile on his face. Marcel felt his heart skip a beat as he gazed into Kenny's captivating blue eyes.



“Hey, I'm sorry to interrupt your workout, but I just wanted to say that I think you have an amazing body!” Marcel nervously said.



Kenny smiled “Thank you, man. I appreciate that. I try to keep myself in shape.”



“Well, you definitely succeed in that.” Marcel added “Do you come to this gym often?”



“ Yeah, I have a membership here. It's the best in the city, in my opinion.” Kenny replied.



“Yeah, I completely agree. This place has everything you could possibly need. How often do you work out here?” Marcel asked.



“I come here about five times a week. I like to keep myself busy and stay active.” Kenny replied, “But I don’t remember seeing you here before.”



“My work schedule is crazy so I fit it in when I can at whatever hour. I’m a big fan of staying in shape. Do you do any other type of fitness besides lifting weights?”



“ Yeah, I like to mix it up and do some cardio here and there. I also play baseball, so that keeps me active as well.” Kenny replied.



“ Do you have any advice for someone who's just starting out in fitness?” Marcel asked knowing he had to wrap the conversation up.



“My main advice would be to stay consistent.” Kenny explained. “Don't give up after the first few workouts, and don't be too hard on yourself. Progress takes time and effort.”



“Thanks for the advice. You've definitely inspired me to keep up with my fitness routine.” A confident Marcel added as he shook Kenny’s hand.



“That's great to hear! I always love seeing people take care of themselves and their bodies. Look after yourself.” Kenny said as he went back to his workout and Marcel walked away struggling to contain the trouser snake that was growing in his pants.





Marcel couldn't get Kenny off his mind after their conversation at the gym. He decided to wait for him outside, hoping to catch a glimpse of him as he left. As he waited, Marcel's heart raced with anticipation, and he couldn't help but feel a little guilty for what he was planning to do next to the blonde hunk.



When Kenny finally emerged from the gym, Marcel followed him from a distance, careful not to be noticed. He secretly followed his prey for a few blocks until Kenny stopped in front of a staircase and sat down to ponder life. Marcel watched from a distance, curious to know what was going through Kenny's mind.





After a few minutes, Kenny got up and continued on his way, finally arriving at his home. Marcel waited outside, watching as Kenny went inside. Once Kenny was safely inside, Marcel looked around to make sure no one was watching before sneaking in through the front door.



As he wandered through Kenny's home, Marcel took note of everything, from the neatly decorated interior to the photographs on the walls. He moved quietly, trying not to make too much noise as he hunted his prey.





Marcel continued to explore Kenny's home, moving stealthily from room to room. As he crept towards the kitchen, he could hear the sound of water running in the sink. He could feel his heart pounding against his chest, and he felt a mix of excitement and nervous anticipation.



As he rounded the corner, he caught sight of a shirtless Kenny. Whose topless body instantly turned Marcel on. Marcel carefully approached his prey from behind, the red Garotte in his hand ready to strike.





Kenny was completely unaware of Marcel's presence, munching on some chips and staring absentmindedly at the TV. Marcel closed in on him and stealthily slipped the garotte around his neck, pulling it tight.



Kenny gasped in surprise and tried to struggle his hands frantically reaching up to try and thwart his attacker, but Marcel's grip was too strong. Slowly, life seemed to leave Kenny's body as Marcel squeezed tighter and tighter. After a few moments, Kenny's body went limp, and Marcel felt like he was on top of the world.



With a smile of satisfaction, Marcel released his grip and let Kenny's lifeless body slump to the couch. He sat down next to it and leaned back, feeling a sense of deep pleasure and contentment. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, savoring the moment of triumph.



Marcel pulled the garotte tightly around Kenny's neck and tied it at either end, leaving it wrapped tightly around his lifeless body. He took a moment to admire the young man's physique, running his hands over his chiseled chest and abs. Marcel felt a thrill of excitement course through his body as he caressed Kenny's firm muscles.



As Marcel continued to explore Kenny's body, he felt a deep sense of satisfaction. He had always been attracted to men with muscular physiques, and Kenny was the embodiment of everything he desired. Knowing that he had been able to take control of such a powerful and attractive man filled Marcel with a sense of power and control that he couldn’t get enough of.





Eventually, Marcel stood up and took a step back, taking one last look at Kenny's lifeless body. He felt a twinge of sadness at having to leave such a beautiful thing behind but knew that he had to go. With one final glance, he turned and exited the room, making his way back out the front door of the house.







Detectives Johnson and Miller arrived at the scene of Kenny's death early the next morning. As they walked through the house, they tried to piece together what had happened the night before. They spoke to the patrol officer who had first responded to the scene, who explained that Kenny's parents had found his body that morning when they came home from a weekend away.





The detectives examined the body and quickly realized that this was the work of the same serial killer. This was the fourth victim they had found in their area in just a few months, each young man had been strangled with a red Garotte that had been left tied around their necks and it was becoming clear that this was someone who was highly skilled at covering their tracks.



As they discussed the situation, Johnson and Miller reluctantly agreed that they needed to bring the feds in on this case. They knew that they needed all of the resources they could get if they were going to catch this killer and bring them to justice.





Detectives Johnson and Miller were back at the precinct, anxious to hear back from the feds. When the elevator dinged, the two detectives looked up eagerly, only to see the doors open, revealing a pair of federal agents.



The agents introduced themselves as Special Agents Towers and Hills, offering their credentials to the detectives before getting down to business. The two detectives and the feds sat down in a conference room, as Agent Towers looked at the detectives before speaking, "Detectives, we understand how this has been a challenging case for you both. That is why we have one of the finest agents in the country; Special Agent Hills is joining us, and we're putting him in charge of the profiling sector."





Detective Johnson and Detective Miller exchanged glances at the news. The mention of bringing in another expert to join in the investigation had left them feeling somewhat relieved. The prospect of having a seasoned profiler on the team was indeed something that both detectives had been hoping would happen for a while.







Special Agent Towers continued, "Agent Hills is one of our best profilers in the country. He has worked and solved many high-profile cases, and we believe that he'll be a great addition to your investigation. Additionally, he'll also double up as the lead pathologist in analyzing the evidence and assist in determining the killer's modus operandi."







Detectives Johnson and Miller sat across from Special Agents Towers and Hills, outlining the details of the case. The serial killer had been targeting young white males between the ages of 18 and 22, all of whom were found dead in their homes. Austin, Ace, Adam, and Kenny were the four known victims so far, with their shirtless bodies found in various stages of undress, all with red garottes tied around their necks.



"All of the victims were found in similar conditions, shirtless with most of them stripped down to their underwear," said Detective Johnson.



"Our team is going to work closely with your investigators to track the killer's movements," said Agent Towers. "We'll be looking at everything - social media patterns, surveillance footage, cell phone records - to find any leads."



Detective Miller nodded, impressed by the federal agent's thoroughness. "We've gone over every inch of the crime scenes, but so far we haven't been able to find anything that links them together."



"Do you have any suspects?" asked Agent Hills.



The detectives shook their heads. "No, we've been working with limited resources, and without any clear leads, it's been challenging to make any progress," said Detective Johnson.



"Well, that's why we're here," said Agent Towers. "We're committed to finding this killer and bringing them to justice, no matter how long it takes.”





As Detective Johnson and Detective Miller shook hands with Agent Hills, they found themselves impressed by the man's confident demeanor. However, the agent were keeping a dark secret that neither of the detectives nor his partner could have imagined. Before his arrival, Agent Hills had been sitting in his car, consumed by his dark fantasies. He had been daydreaming about seeing the bodies of dead young men; it was the thrill that drove him to take up this career.



This situation was different; it was the first case that he had encountered, which targeted the very males he liked. Agent Hills had always managed to keep such desires to himself, but now he was dealing with a killer whose modus operandi aligned perfectly with his sick fantasy.



Agent Hills could feel his pulse racing with each passing second, and he felt it was going to be a difficult task to remain professional in the field. He didn't want his boys to pick up on any strange vibes, which might cause unwarranted suspicion.



As he shook hands with the detectives, he brushed aside the thought of coming face to face with young shirtless and half-naked dead bodies, as it was what drove him to be the best forensic pathologist and profiler in the country.





After spending the day reviewing the case evidence, Agent Hills sat in his hotel room, poring over the case notes once more. As he read through the details of the first victim, Austin, his heart skipped a beat. He remembered seeing something earlier that night on an internet chat room which he regularly frequents in secret as Crazydoc777.



He quickly logged in and searched for his past conversations under the username of Crazydoc777. Scrolling down, his heart racing, he saw a message from someone who went by the username 'Dreamer74'. The message was brief, but contained enough detail to make Agent Hills feel decidedly uneasy.



It was something that only the killer would have known. Sweat broke out on his forehead, and he could feel his stomach churning. It was entirely shocking to think that he had unknowingly chatted with the killer. What was more damning was that he was beginning to realize that he might have an inner desire to join in on the killing.



He knew he couldn't share this with anyone, not even Agent Towers, his colleague. He felt trapped and conflicted. It was then he realized the severity of the situation they were facing. He made the decision to keep this information to himself as he pondered his next move.

 

[bills48]

Chapter 4. An Unknown Ally
Marcel felt a rush of adrenaline as he typed away feverishly in the CDG chat room. He loved talking to like-minded individuals about hot young men and all the things they all wanted to do to them. Although he had firsthand experience Marcel hadn’t told anyone of his secret life.

His fingers moved quickly as he described his ideal young man, someone with a toned body, chiseled jawline and blonde hair. As he painted a vivid picture of his dream man, one of the other participants in the chat room attached a picture.



Marcel's heart skipped a beat as he looked at the image of a blonde hunk named Kenny. He had seen Kenny around town before, but never like this. The picture was taken from a distance, but he could still see the muscles bulging beneath his skintight shirt. Marcel felt his heart rate increase as he imagined running his hands along Kenny's toned body.





The others in the chat room were similarly impressed. They all agreed that Kenny was the perfect embodiment of their shared fantasies, and each talked about how they wanted to make the blonde hunk suffer and explained what they would do to him.

Marcel couldn't help but feel smug as unlike everyone else he was able to turn the fantasies into a reality.



Marcel couldn't get Kenny out of his head. He had to find him, he wanted him to be his next victim. As he scrolled through the picture, he had seen of Kenny in the chat room, he noticed that it had been posted on Instagram. Determined to figure out where he worked out, Marcel started digging deep into the social media platform.



After a few hours of scouring Instagram, Marcel finally found Kenny's profile. He was ecstatic. There were several pictures of Kenny on his page, and Marcel couldn't believe he had found him. There were even a few pictures of Kenny at the gym, which gave Marcel an idea.



As a regular gym-goer himself, Marcel knew that most people had their "go-to" gym. A place where they felt comfortable and went to on a consistent basis. So, using some investigative skills, Marcel combed through Kenny's Instagram and found out which gym he went to - a popular one just a few blocks away from Marcel's apartment.



Marcel felt like he had struck gold. He quickly put on his workout clothes and headed straight to the gym. As he walked through the front door, Marcel felt a wave of nerves wash over him. What if Kenny wasn't there? What if he never showed up again? But he had to try.



As Marcel walked through the gym, he finally spotted Kenny. His heart began to race as he saw him doing squats in the corner. Marcel felt himself getting hotter under the collar as he watched Kenny's muscles bulge with exertion. It was too much for him to handle, and he wanted to kill him there and then.





Kenny was a 21-year-old blonde-haired, blue-eyed athlete with a fantastically toned body that almost made him look like a work of art. He had a charming smile that could put anyone at ease and a captivating personality to match. With a look of determination etched on his face, he was the epitome of an athlete - focused, driven, and competitive. Kenny had been blessed with good looks and athleticism, and he knew how to show off his assets without coming across as arrogant.





Kenny had always been athletic, playing baseball since he was a little boy. He loved the sport and was good at it. He played for his college team and had dreams of going pro one day. Baseball had given him the opportunity to travel, hone his skills, and meet new people. He had made many friends and had even caught the eye of a few admirers along the way. Some for the right reasons and some for the wrong ones.



Kenny had a sporty personality that matched his love of baseball. He enjoyed staying active and competing, whether it was on the field or in the gym. His focus on fitness had resulted in a toned body that left many in awe. Kenny was aware of his appeal and enjoyed the attention he received as a result. Despite his good looks and athletic prowess, he remained humble and true to himself, which always carried him in good stead.





Marcel now watched as Kenny worked out, his eyes transfixed on the toned muscles that rippled with each movement. He was dressed in a sleeveless black top and black shorts, and Marcel could feel his heart beating faster as he imagined running his hands along Kenny's smooth skin. Kenny was wearing headphones, completely engrossed in his workout, and Marcel couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy at how focused he was.



As he watched Kenny work out, Marcel tried to keep his composure, but he could feel himself getting increasingly worked up. Sweat glistened on Kenny's skin as he lifted heavy weights, and Marcel felt himself getting hotter under the collar. He couldn't help but imagine what Kenny would look like without his shirt on, and the thought sent shivers down his spine.





Marcel couldn't take it any longer, and he decided to introduce himself. He walked up to Kenny, who was just finishing up his set, and tapped him on the shoulder. Kenny took off his headphones and turned to face Marcel, a smile on his face. Marcel felt his heart skip a beat as he gazed into Kenny's captivating blue eyes.



“Hey, I'm sorry to interrupt your workout, but I just wanted to say that I think you have an amazing body!” Marcel nervously said.



Kenny smiled “Thank you, man. I appreciate that. I try to keep myself in shape.”



“Well, you definitely succeed in that.” Marcel added “Do you come to this gym often?”



“ Yeah, I have a membership here. It's the best in the city, in my opinion.” Kenny replied.



“Yeah, I completely agree. This place has everything you could possibly need. How often do you work out here?” Marcel asked.



“I come here about five times a week. I like to keep myself busy and stay active.” Kenny replied, “But I don’t remember seeing you here before.”



“My work schedule is crazy so I fit it in when I can at whatever hour. I’m a big fan of staying in shape. Do you do any other type of fitness besides lifting weights?”



“ Yeah, I like to mix it up and do some cardio here and there. I also play baseball, so that keeps me active as well.” Kenny replied.



“ Do you have any advice for someone who's just starting out in fitness?” Marcel asked knowing he had to wrap the conversation up.



“My main advice would be to stay consistent.” Kenny explained. “Don't give up after the first few workouts, and don't be too hard on yourself. Progress takes time and effort.”



“Thanks for the advice. You've definitely inspired me to keep up with my fitness routine.” A confident Marcel added as he shook Kenny’s hand.



“That's great to hear! I always love seeing people take care of themselves and their bodies. Look after yourself.” Kenny said as he went back to his workout and Marcel walked away struggling to contain the trouser snake that was growing in his pants.





Marcel couldn't get Kenny off his mind after their conversation at the gym. He decided to wait for him outside, hoping to catch a glimpse of him as he left. As he waited, Marcel's heart raced with anticipation, and he couldn't help but feel a little guilty for what he was planning to do next to the blonde hunk.



When Kenny finally emerged from the gym, Marcel followed him from a distance, careful not to be noticed. He secretly followed his prey for a few blocks until Kenny stopped in front of a staircase and sat down to ponder life. Marcel watched from a distance, curious to know what was going through Kenny's mind.





After a few minutes, Kenny got up and continued on his way, finally arriving at his home. Marcel waited outside, watching as Kenny went inside. Once Kenny was safely inside, Marcel looked around to make sure no one was watching before sneaking in through the front door.



As he wandered through Kenny's home, Marcel took note of everything, from the neatly decorated interior to the photographs on the walls. He moved quietly, trying not to make too much noise as he hunted his prey.





Marcel continued to explore Kenny's home, moving stealthily from room to room. As he crept towards the kitchen, he could hear the sound of water running in the sink. He could feel his heart pounding against his chest, and he felt a mix of excitement and nervous anticipation.



As he rounded the corner, he caught sight of a shirtless Kenny. Whose topless body instantly turned Marcel on. Marcel carefully approached his prey from behind, the red Garotte in his hand ready to strike.





Kenny was completely unaware of Marcel's presence, munching on some chips and staring absentmindedly at the TV. Marcel closed in on him and stealthily slipped the garotte around his neck, pulling it tight.



Kenny gasped in surprise and tried to struggle his hands frantically reaching up to try and thwart his attacker, but Marcel's grip was too strong. Slowly, life seemed to leave Kenny's body as Marcel squeezed tighter and tighter. After a few moments, Kenny's body went limp, and Marcel felt like he was on top of the world.



With a smile of satisfaction, Marcel released his grip and let Kenny's lifeless body slump to the couch. He sat down next to it and leaned back, feeling a sense of deep pleasure and contentment. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, savoring the moment of triumph.



Marcel pulled the garotte tightly around Kenny's neck and tied it at either end, leaving it wrapped tightly around his lifeless body. He took a moment to admire the young man's physique, running his hands over his chiseled chest and abs. Marcel felt a thrill of excitement course through his body as he caressed Kenny's firm muscles.



As Marcel continued to explore Kenny's body, he felt a deep sense of satisfaction. He had always been attracted to men with muscular physiques, and Kenny was the embodiment of everything he desired. Knowing that he had been able to take control of such a powerful and attractive man filled Marcel with a sense of power and control that he couldn’t get enough of.





Eventually, Marcel stood up and took a step back, taking one last look at Kenny's lifeless body. He felt a twinge of sadness at having to leave such a beautiful thing behind but knew that he had to go. With one final glance, he turned and exited the room, making his way back out the front door of the house.







Detectives Johnson and Miller arrived at the scene of Kenny's death early the next morning. As they walked through the house, they tried to piece together what had happened the night before. They spoke to the patrol officer who had first responded to the scene, who explained that Kenny's parents had found his body that morning when they came home from a weekend away.





The detectives examined the body and quickly realized that this was the work of the same serial killer. This was the fourth victim they had found in their area in just a few months, each young man had been strangled with a red Garotte that had been left tied around their necks and it was becoming clear that this was someone who was highly skilled at covering their tracks.



As they discussed the situation, Johnson and Miller reluctantly agreed that they needed to bring the feds in on this case. They knew that they needed all of the resources they could get if they were going to catch this killer and bring them to justice.





Detectives Johnson and Miller were back at the precinct, anxious to hear back from the feds. When the elevator dinged, the two detectives looked up eagerly, only to see the doors open, revealing a pair of federal agents.



The agents introduced themselves as Special Agents Towers and Hills, offering their credentials to the detectives before getting down to business. The two detectives and the feds sat down in a conference room, as Agent Towers looked at the detectives before speaking, "Detectives, we understand how this has been a challenging case for you both. That is why we have one of the finest agents in the country; Special Agent Hills is joining us, and we're putting him in charge of the profiling sector."





Detective Johnson and Detective Miller exchanged glances at the news. The mention of bringing in another expert to join in the investigation had left them feeling somewhat relieved. The prospect of having a seasoned profiler on the team was indeed something that both detectives had been hoping would happen for a while.







Special Agent Towers continued, "Agent Hills is one of our best profilers in the country. He has worked and solved many high-profile cases, and we believe that he'll be a great addition to your investigation. Additionally, he'll also double up as the lead pathologist in analyzing the evidence and assist in determining the killer's modus operandi."







Detectives Johnson and Miller sat across from Special Agents Towers and Hills, outlining the details of the case. The serial killer had been targeting young white males between the ages of 18 and 22, all of whom were found dead in their homes. Austin, Ace, Adam, and Kenny were the four known victims so far, with their shirtless bodies found in various stages of undress, all with red garottes tied around their necks.



"All of the victims were found in similar conditions, shirtless with most of them stripped down to their underwear," said Detective Johnson.



"Our team is going to work closely with your investigators to track the killer's movements," said Agent Towers. "We'll be looking at everything - social media patterns, surveillance footage, cell phone records - to find any leads."



Detective Miller nodded, impressed by the federal agent's thoroughness. "We've gone over every inch of the crime scenes, but so far we haven't been able to find anything that links them together."



"Do you have any suspects?" asked Agent Hills.



The detectives shook their heads. "No, we've been working with limited resources, and without any clear leads, it's been challenging to make any progress," said Detective Johnson.



"Well, that's why we're here," said Agent Towers. "We're committed to finding this killer and bringing them to justice, no matter how long it takes.”





As Detective Johnson and Detective Miller shook hands with Agent Hills, they found themselves impressed by the man's confident demeanor. However, the agent were keeping a dark secret that neither of the detectives nor his partner could have imagined. Before his arrival, Agent Hills had been sitting in his car, consumed by his dark fantasies. He had been daydreaming about seeing the bodies of dead young men; it was the thrill that drove him to take up this career.



This situation was different; it was the first case that he had encountered, which targeted the very males he liked. Agent Hills had always managed to keep such desires to himself, but now he was dealing with a killer whose modus operandi aligned perfectly with his sick fantasy.



Agent Hills could feel his pulse racing with each passing second, and he felt it was going to be a difficult task to remain professional in the field. He didn't want his boys to pick up on any strange vibes, which might cause unwarranted suspicion.



As he shook hands with the detectives, he brushed aside the thought of coming face to face with young shirtless and half-naked dead bodies, as it was what drove him to be the best forensic pathologist and profiler in the country.





After spending the day reviewing the case evidence, Agent Hills sat in his hotel room, poring over the case notes once more. As he read through the details of the first victim, Austin, his heart skipped a beat. He remembered seeing something earlier that night on an internet chat room which he regularly frequents in secret as Crazydoc777.



He quickly logged in and searched for his past conversations under the username of Crazydoc777. Scrolling down, his heart racing, he saw a message from someone who went by the username 'Dreamer74'. The message was brief, but contained enough detail to make Agent Hills feel decidedly uneasy.



It was something that only the killer would have known. Sweat broke out on his forehead, and he could feel his stomach churning. It was entirely shocking to think that he had unknowingly chatted with the killer. What was more damning was that he was beginning to realize that he might have an inner desire to join in on the killing.



He knew he couldn't share this with anyone, not even Agent Towers, his colleague. He felt trapped and conflicted. It was then he realized the severity of the situation they were facing. He made the decision to keep this information to himself as he pondered his next move.

damn so hot I wish I was one of the victims in this story

 

[johnnyriot]

damn so hot I wish I was one of the victims in this story

Why do you repeat the same phrase "damn so hot" At the beginning,
I am not trying to be an asshole but its really suspicious that you do indeed say that and don't get even more specific with it, I can guess that people are like that, but you strike me as a robot/cop maybe?

I even sent you nearly a 1st chapter of a novel of messages and the only reply I got back was probably 9 letters long if not 7.

Veryy suspect

 

[Brian2012]

Chapter 5. A Force to be Reckoned with

Agent Hills had always prided himself on his steel will. As a special agent in the FBI, he had faced some of the most harrowing cases the agency had seen in years. But lately, something had been gnawing at him. He had been unable to sleep for several nights in a row, his mind consumed with the case he was working on.



The case itself was nothing new. Four young men had been found dead, strangled with a red Garotte left tightly around their bodies. It was the kind of case that no one wanted to work on, but Hills had volunteered for it. He knew he had a unique perspective on it, one that could potentially help the investigation.



Hills had always been fascinated by the dark side of humanity. He had spent years studying criminology and psychology, trying to understand what made people do the things they did. And now, he was leading the charge to catch a serial killer.



But something was different this time. As Hills delved deeper into the case, he began to suspect that one of his online friends, 'Dreamer74', was the killer they had been hunting. It was a feeling he couldn't shake, no matter how hard he tried. And it was keeping him up at night.



As a special agent in the FBI, Hills knew he was duty-bound to uphold the law. He had sworn an oath to protect and serve, and he took that oath seriously. But being the lead investigator in this case put him in a unique position. He could see both sides of the situation, both the killer's and the victims. And that made it all the harder to do his job.



Hills had desperately fought his urges for years. He had always known that there was a darkness inside him, a part of him that was attracted to the macabre. he had been attracted to the male body and always fantasized seeing attractive young men dead. Nearly all of his cases had seen him investigating and hunting serial killers that preyed on women. But he had never been in a position to act on his own impulses. Until now.



An opportunity had presented itself, and he was tempted to take it. Part of him wanted to turn the killer in, to do the right thing and serve justice. But another part of him wanted to reach out to 'Dreamer74', to join forces and continue the murders. Knowing if they combined together, they would be a dream team



Hills sat in his office, staring at the evidence board on his wall. He knew he had a decision to make, and it wasn't going to be an easy one. Would he let his duty as a law enforcement officer take over, or would he give in to his dark desires and become the very thing he was sworn to protect against? The clock ticked and the night dragged on as he contemplated his next move.





Marcel turned on his computer the next morning, scrolling through his messages on the forum. As he was scanning through messages, he saw one from a user named Crazydoc777. The subject was blank, which was unusual. Nevertheless, he opened the message anyway.



As his eyes scanned the content, the color drained from Marcel's face. "I know who you are. Mr. Red Garotte Strangler. I have a proposition for you," the message read. Marcel's hand shook as he hovered the cursor over the attachment.



When he clicked on the attachment, a picture he had never seen before popped up on his screen. It was a picture of his latest victim, Kenny, lying dead. Marcel couldn't believe what he was seeing. He jumped away from the computer, his mind racing.



Had he been caught? Marcel had always been careful not to leave any evidence, but he couldn't help but wonder if this was the end for him. He spent a few hours thinking of a response before finally mustering up the nerve to reply.



He couldn't ignore the message, not when he had seen that picture. As he typed out his response, his hands shook with fear and adrenaline. He wondered if the police were going to knock on his door any minute.



But he knew he had to play along. The person behind the message had something that Marcel wanted, and he couldn't let this opportunity slip away. As he hit the send button, he couldn't help but wonder what was in store for him next.





Agent Hills couldn't believe his luck. After days of agonizing over his decision, Dreamer74 had finally responded to his message. "How did you know? What do you want?" the message read.



It was a risky move, but Agent Hills had made his choice. He wanted to join forces with the serial killer, he wanted to live out the urges that were deep inside of him and now bubbling close to the surface.



Hills knew that if the two pooled their resources together, they could stay one step ahead of the authorities. And since he was the lead investigator on the case, he could always lead the evidence down another path, away from himself.



As Agent Hills typed out his response, he felt alive. It was a thrill he hadn't felt in years. He hit send, and now, all he could do was wait for Dreamer74's response.



His mind raced with the possibilities of what was to come. He wasn't sure if he was making the right choice, but he knew that there was no going back now. The die had been cast, and he was all in.





Marcel sat in front of his computer, a nervous wreck as he waited for a response from Crazydoc777. He couldn't believe that he had been caught, but the picture of Kenny's dead body left him with no other option but to play along.



When the message finally arrived, Marcel's stomach churned with anticipation. He didn't know what to expect, but he was relieved to see that Crazydoc777 wanted to meet in person to discuss a proposition.



Marcel was unsure if meeting in person was the right thing to do, but he had a feeling in his gut that he had to go through with it. He had always been fascinated by the dark side of humanity, and the prospect of working with someone who shared his interests was too tempting to resist.



As he got ready to leave, his mind raced with the possibilities of what was to come. He wasn't sure if this was a trap, but he knew that he had to take the risk. This was the chance of a lifetime, and he couldn't let it pass him by.



Marcel stepped out into the night, his heart pounding with excitement and fear. He didn't know what was in store for him, but he was ready to face it head-on.





Both Agent Hills and Marcel headed to the meeting location, a 24-hour I-hop diner on the outskirts of the city. They didn't know what to expect, but they were both eager to see who was behind the messages they had received from each other.



Marcel felt a mix of excitement and nervousness as he approached the diner. He knew that Crazydoc777 would have to earn his trust with a deed. He wasn't sure what that would entail, but he was prepared to go along with it as long as it led to something worthwhile.



Agent Hills, on the other hand, knew that Dreamer74 would be nervous and scared, and that he would want to test his loyalty. Maybe even the suggestion of a victim. If Dreamer74 wanted a victim, Agent Hills had just the one in mind for him.



Agent Hills entered the diner first, and scanned the room, looking for any sign of his contact. He didn't see anyone that looked out of place and felt a sense of unease.



He sat down at a booth in the corner, far away from the other customers. He ordered coffee and waited anxiously for ‘dreamer74’ to arrive.



As Marcel entered the diner, he didn't know what to expect. He had never met Crazydoc777 in person before, and he didn't know what the man looked like or what he might be plotting.



Marcel's mind whirled with possibilities as he looked around. At first, he was worried that it might be a trap. He had seen enough crime dramas to know that meeting a criminal in a quiet restaurant was a perfect setting for an ambush.



But soon, he relaxed a bit when he saw that the diner was nearly empty. There were only a few customers scattered throughout the restaurant, and they all looked like they were just passing through.



Then Marcel saw a figure in the corner booth. The man was dressed in the same clothing that he had described in the message. Marcel approached hesitantly, unsure of what was going to happen next.



Finally, after what felt like an eternity, a figure approached Agent Hill’s table. It was a man in his mid-twenties, with a muscular build and an innocent smile on his face.



Agent Hills motioned for Marcel to sit down, and he did. They sat in silence for a few moments before the man spoke.



"You must be Marcel," he said, his voice cold and calculating. "I'm Crazydoc777. I trust you received my message?"



Marcel nodded. "Yes, I did," he said quietly.



"Good," Crazydoc777 said with a hint of a smile. "Now let's get down to business."





Agent Hills introduced himself as a special agent with the FBI and could immediately sense Marcel’s worry. He could see that Marcel wanted to bolt for the door. Agent Hills told Marcel to hear him out, and he explained in detail the urges and fantasies he had for wanting to see young men dead.



As Marcel listened, he found the story strangely fascinating. He had always been interested in the dark side of human nature, and this story was like nothing he had ever heard before.



Agent Hills went on to say that he wanted to team up with Marcel. He would provide him with victims to kill and ensure that he covered up his identity as the killer.



Marcel was hesitant at first but asked Agent Hills what he would get out of this arrangement.



Agent Hills replied that it would allow him to live out his fantasies about seeing young men dead and being lead investigator meant he would see them at the crime scene how Marcel left them. He also mentioned how, in his role as chief pathologist for the case, he could see himself spending some quality alone time with the bodies.



Marcel was taken aback by the answer but was intrigued by what Agent Hills had proposed.

Marcel then asked what Agent Hills meant by quality time with the bodies.

Agent Hills then told Marcel that he would only ever complete autopsies alone and his work had been praised throughout the country. He went on to explain that when those doors were locked and it was just him and one of Marcel’s vicitms he would allow himself to touch, fondle and caress the victim’s body before even fucking the corpse and putting on the death report there had been no sexual assault.



Agent Hills could see that Marcel was impressed and listened as a kid did when their grandpa was telling them stories.

“On fucking the bodies. I see that’s something you haven’t done yet.” Agent Hills said, “Does it not interest you?”



Marcel smiled “No sir, on the contrary I have always wanted to but never known of a way to do it without leaving too much evidence.”



Agent Hill’s smiled “Well then I think we’re gonna make a better team than I thought.”



Marcel liked what he was hearing but knew deep down inside Agent Hill’s had to prove himself. He turned to the FBI agent and asked if they could start with a small test run to see if they were a good fit.



Agent Hills agreed and told Marcel that he had just the victim in mind.





Agent Hills took out his phone and showed Marcel a picture of a young man named Colby. He explained that he had been monitoring Colby for some time and thought he would be a perfect victim.



Agent Hills went on to say that he had always dreamed of seeing Colby killed, and he hoped that Marcel would be the one to carry it out.



Marcel looked at the picture of Colby and was immediately impressed. The dark-haired, muscular young man had an incredible physique with a set of thick, sexy quads that Marcel found incredibly intriguing.





As Marcel looked at the picture, he knew that Colby would be a perfect victim. He could imagine the thrill of overpowering the young man and taking his life. The idea sent shivers down his spine, and he knew that he was ready to take on this challenge.



Marcel asked how he could find Colby, and he smiled when Agent Hills passed a slip of paper across the table. Marcel asked what it was, and Agent Hills told him that it was Colby’s address.



Marcel smiled and tucked the paper into his pocket. Before they left the diner Agent Hills handed him a burner phone and told him that they could communicate on it at any time. Marcel acknowledged the phone and put it in his other pocket. Then Agent Hills whispered “Don’t forget Fuck Colby’s body. No one will know trust me.”



As they prepared to leave the diner, they toasted to a successful partnership and parted ways. Marcel knew that this was the beginning of a dark and thrilling journey that would push him to his limits and beyond.





Colby was a 19-year-old first-year student at Ohio State University with a magnificent muscular body and powerful legs that always turn heads wherever he goes. His thick quads were the envy of many and for good reason. Colby took his fitness seriously, spending much of his time hitting the gym and following a stringent diet to maintain his impressive physique.





In his spare time, Colby could be seen buzzing around campus on his skateboard. He loved the thrill of skating and is often spotted practicing tricks and attempting to master new ones. When not on his board, Colby enjoyed hanging out with his friends, often organizing get-togethers and parties to unwind and relax.





During his high school days, Colby was an avid water polo player, and he did exceptionally well in the sport. The grueling water-based game allowed him to make use of his powerful legs while strengthening his overall athletic prowess. He developed many leadership qualities and lasting friendships as an active member of the team.





Despite being confident and outgoing, Colby has had his share of struggles in the past. He has seen some dark times that led him to contemplate ending his life. But with the help of his family and friends, as well as a strong will and determination to overcome his battles, Colby persevered and found a way to move forward with a new lease of life.





Marcel nervously made his way to the address that Agent Hills had given him as Colby's location. Walking down the quiet residential street, he searched for the house number and eventually found it, realizing that the house had been converted into four separate apartments. Luckily, Colby's was on the ground floor, so Marcel wouldn't have to worry about being seen climbing stairs or making too much noise.



He walked around the back of the house, where he could see through a window into Colby's apartment. Marcel suddenly froze as he saw Colby sitting in a chair, wearing only a pair of white Calvin Klein underwear. Marcel was surprised as he never expected Colby's muscular form to be this impressive. His powerful legs were a sight to behold, and Marcel could feel the excitement building inside him as he knew he was about to kill the young hunk.





As Marcel continued to stare at Colby with a sense of awe, he knew that he had to come up with a way to get him out of the apartment before he could slip inside unnoticed. Marcel took a deep breath, realizing that he would have to think on his feet and act fast if his plan were to succeed. The backdoor was unlocked, but Marcel knew that he couldn't just waltz in and kill Colby. He had to be clever and stay patient and wait for the right moment to strike.



Marcel knew that he had to come up with a plan if he wanted to take out Colby without getting caught. He thought for a moment and came up with an idea. He realized that Colby might be hungry, and he could use that to his advantage. Marcel's plan was to order a pizza for Colby's apartment and sneak inside when he answered the door.



Marcel quickly found a pizza place nearby and phoned and placed an order for a large pepperoni and bacon pizza. He then gave Colby's apartment as the delivery address and waited. The pizza place sent him a link so he could track his order.



Excited that his plan was working, Marcel watched the tracking of his order on the app. When he saw the delivery driver turn up, he quickly rushed to the rear of the house and snuck in when he saw Colby go to answer the door.



Once inside, Marcel hid in a closet and waited for the perfect moment to strike. He could hear Colby arguing with the pizza guy and telling him he must have the wrong house as he hadn't ordered a pizza.

The argument went on for a few more minutes before Colby slapped the door and headed back to the living room.



Marcel watched in amazement as Colby walked back into the room, his powerful thighs rippling with every step he took. From his hiding place, Marcel couldn't help but admire how Colby moved with such confidence and grace.





Despite his imposing presence, Marcel felt a sense of safety in watching him. Colby's thighs seemed to be a physical representation of his strength and power, and Marcel was in awe of his ability to command the room.



Marcel watched in awe as Colby effortlessly jumped on the couch, the motion causing his thighs to ripple with power. As he lay down in his underwear, Marcel couldn't help but admire the magnificent physique before him. Colby's taut abs and bulging biceps were a testament to his hard work and dedication to fitness. Marcel couldn't help but feel inspired to push himself harder in his own workouts to achieve the same level of physical prowess.





As Colby rested his arms behind his head, Marcel couldn't help but continue to stare, mesmerized by his toned chest and chiseled jawline. He admired Colby's confidence in his own skin, unafraid to show off his incredible body.



Marcel was struck with a sense of both envy and admiration as he watched Colby. Envy for the seemingly effortless way in which he moved and admiration for his dedication to maintaining such a sculpted body. Marcel knew he would never be able to achieve something like that himself, but he couldn't help but be inspired by Colby's incredible physique. Despite this the urge to kill Colby grew stronger and stronger inside of him.





Marcel watched closely as Colby headed to the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee. His movements were fluid and confident as he took the mug from the counter and poured himself a steaming hot cup of coffee. Marcel couldn't help but notice the way Colby's biceps flexed as he lifted the heavy coffee pot.



After taking a few sips of his coffee, Colby walked over to the window and stared out. Marcel couldn't help but wonder what thoughts were going through his mind. Was Colby reflecting on his life? Did he worry about his own mortality?





As Marcel observed Colby lost in thought, he quietly prepared to make his move. Marcel was skilled and wrapped the red garotte around his wrists, ensuring that it was secure and ready to use. Marcel's pulse quickened as he left his hiding place and crept closer to his target, his eyes never leaving Colby's form as he leaned against the window.



Marcel knew that his next move would determine the success of his mission. He took a deep breath and readied himself to strike. As he crept closer to Colby, Marcel felt a sense of excitement mixed with fear.







And then, like a cobra, he struck, a slight creak in the floor alerting Colby to his presence far too late, as Marcel flung the ligature around the throat of the Adonis, yanking back as hard as he could, foot planted firmly. "What the fu-aaaggghck" Colby gagged reflexively, taken totally by surprise. At first, pure confusion, seconds later superseded by a feeling he hadn't felt since a kid: fear.



The surprise of the response had given Marcel a huge advantage, and the garrote had sunken into Colby's throat so deeply that he had no chance of getting even a finger under it. Marcel yanked the ligature side to side, and the friction against Colby's skin burned with searing pain, feeling almost as if it might cut into his throat. Desperate, Colby rallied his strength and began to fight back, shifting all his weight forward in an attempt to break out of Marcel's grip. It was almost working; Colby was so strong that, had he had only a few seconds more notice, he would have been able to overpower Marcel. But he had lost vital seconds, and Marcel's strength had only grown with vicious determination, feeling the plumpness of the Adonis' neck and shoulder muscles as the cord bit into and his hands pressed against. Marcel was rock hard and frenzied.



"You're fucking dead," he snarled, and just before Colby had a chance to give one more forward thrust and weaken Marcel's position, Marcel kicked into the back of the hunk's knee, sending him toppled to the floor. Then, in a graceful instant that spoke to his skill as a murderer, Marcel lifted Colby back up with awful force. "Aaaacccccckkk!"



And then, as Colby took his hands off of his throat and tried to grasp at anything at all for some purchase, Marcel took the ligature and wrapped it yet again around the boy's throat. Colby's face was bright red with strain, and now new fear etched across it as he began to realize that even his strength could be futile against the attack, so far finding no advantage. As Marcel gave the cord another strong yank, Colby could barely even squeal, so tight was the pressure.



But in a stroke of luck, the hunk kicked his legs out behind, catching Marcel's foot and knocking the killer off his balance for just a split second, long enough that Colby managed to break the ligature from the full force of Marcel's grip. Marcel, of course, with the garotte wrapped around his hands, had not let go, only loosened his pull, and Colby could briefly wheeze air through his compressed trachea before letting out a burst of coughs.



"Oh, now you've fucking done it!" Marcel growled, regaining his footing, as Colby turned back to finally get a look at his attacker, pain and confusion visible on his face. He only stole a glance before Marcel had grabbed him by his thick hair, and slammed his head against the kitchen table, stunning the hunk who cried out in pain. "Please" he managed to beg, voice crippled by his attack, "Plea-aaaaccckkk" Marcel had regained his grip, and now shook Colby side to side in rhythmic, sudden jerks that sent the boy's hair flying about. This was the best part, the pure domination. "You thought you had me, didn't you? You fuck. I'm going to enjoy this."



Colby's muscles could hardly do anything, and Marcel absently wondered if it occurred to his victim that all his hours in the gym had been just for show; when he needed them most, these muscles were all but useless. Marcel yanked Colby back, then lifted the hunk to the back of heels and began to drag his doomed prey to the bedroom. Colby's fight was losing strength, and Marcel now had him totally overwhelmed as he flung his weight back and yanked Colby to the bed.



Colby bucked his hips forward, legs stiff and feet flailing over the side of the bed. The feel of his rippling, struggling, massive muscles was euphoric for Marcel, who felt nothing but a flurry of butterflies in his stomach and a throbbing dick digging into Colby's crack, pressing up against his plump glutes. Few thoughts other than red fear and blind survival were running through Colby's mind, but at the feeling of this hard dick on his back, a new sense of horror began washing over him. This psycho was turned on by this? His despair deepened, and Marcel managed to wrap his legs around the boys strong hips, using the strength of his quads to pin Marcel even more firmly against him on the bed, restricting his movement.



A sad, defeated gurgle left Colby's lips, like music to Marcel's ears. "Uuurrrgggh." Marcel gave a cruel shake and a yank, loving this moment when Colby started to lose control of his arms, which had begun to fall away from his desperate attempts to loosen the bite of the garrote. "Urrggaahh" another wet gasp.



Sensing Colby was still alive and processing just a little longer, Marcel decided on one last cruel twist, loosening his grip and shoving Colby off of him, before rolling over and flipping himself off the side of the bed. Then, with the ligature back in his grip and with his back to the bed, he gave a great yank with more force than at any other moment in the attack, such that he pulled the powerless hunk's torso nearly half off the side of the bed. Rather than pulling Colby all the way off, Marcel used his own back to support the hunk, so that, back-to-back, he had leverage to apply maximum force. Colby let out squeal as his hands shot back to his neck one last time and a horrid crunch escaped his broken throat, before his arms dropped back to his side and he began to shudder in death convulsions. His head finally went limp and fell back over Marcel's shoulder, spittle dripping out of a swollen tongue. Marcel turned his head to rub against the bright purple cheeks of his newest kill, catching his own breath, caressing this hot hunk. He turned Colby's head toward his own and planted a deep kiss into the dead stud's wet mouth, relishing in the bloodshot, rolled back eyes of this utterly defeated corpse.

After a few minutes of recovery, Marcel let Colby drop so that he hung off the side of the bed with his head fully upside down. Rock hard, he unzipped, and, on his knees, took Colby's head and began to skull fuck him, his swollen tongue a soft cushion, the back of his crushed throat providing all the resistance he needed to work up to a quick climax. Colby's body rocked, his muscles jiggling, and the shape of Marcel's cock was visible deep in the boy's throat, causing the shape of the neck to expand and contract as he thrust in and out. Marcel's pace began to pick up as he found his footing, and in a matter of minutes he had blown his load down the straight hunk's ruined esophagus.





Marcel marveled at his kill, how lovely it was to have been so brutal, and so defile this cocky trophy who had likely fucked hundreds of girls in just the past couple years. What would he have thought could he have seen what was happening to his corpse? Well, Marcel thought, not much use thinking about that. Colby was gone; utterly snuffed out. Just a piece of meat.



Marcel now stood looking down at Colby, Agent Hills word about fucking the victim bouncing around his head. He climbed on the bed and allowed his hands to explore Colby’s body. He could feel his trouser snake going hard as his hands clasped and rubbed Colby’s powerful thighs. Seconds later Colby’s underwear were pulled down and his legs lifted and rested on Marcel’s shoulders as he forced his cock deep inside the dead muscle hunk. He encountered some resistance before finally pushing through the hunk’s sphincter. Colby’s body rocked back and forth with hard thrust that he made. Marcel grabbed his shoulders tight as he thrust deeper and harder into Colby. Shouting with joy as he did. Until finally he reached his orgasmic climax and fired his load. He withdrew and lay tired next to Colby. Fucking the corpse had been as enthralling as Agent Hills had said and Marcel only regretted that he had not had the chance to do it to any of his previous victims. Especially Adam the sexy nineteen year old who was his first victim.

Marcel climbed off the bed and took some pictures of Colby and walked out of the apartment leaving his latest victim to be found.





Special Agent Hills was sitting at his desk, going through some files, when he got a phone call from the local police. The voice on the other end of the line was urgent and tense as they delivered the news - the Red Garotte Strangler had struck again. Agent Hills felt an excited chill run down his spine at the mention of the notorious serial killer's name, knowing he may have played a part in this death.



As he jotted down the location, Agent Hills' heartbeat faster when he realized the address belonged to Colby.



Agent Hills knew Marcel had carried out the deed as the killer had contacted him on the burner phone. Marcel had provided the proof by sending a picture of Colby's lifeless body, confirming that he had fulfilled his orders and informed Agent Hills that he was right and enjoyed the sensation of fucking Colby’s body. Agent Hills smiled as he himself had already pleasured himself at the sight of it of the dead body in the picture.



Despite the horror of the situation, Agent Hills couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement at the prospect of seeing the crime scene and examining Colby's body up close. Although he felt guilty about his excitement, he was excited as he had dreamt of seeing Colby dead for a while and was about to see his fantasy played out for real.





As Special Agent Hills arrived at the scene, he was greeted by one of the local detectives who had already secured the area. The detective described the scene to Agent Hills in a hushed tone, his eyes avoiding any direct contact. "It's a young male, probably in his late teens, early twenties," the detective said. "He's dressed only in his underwear and left on the bed. The Red Garotte Strangler left his signature mark on the victim's neck."



Agent Hills felt a sense of pride as he heard the news. He couldn't believe that Colby, was now the latest victim of the killer. Yet, at the same time, he couldn't shake off the excitement he felt inside.



. As he stood at the entrance, Agent Hills took a deep breath, ready to face the crime scene head-on.





As Agent Hills entered the house, everything appeared normal. There seemed to be no signs of any disturbance or struggle leading up to the murder. The living room appeared orderly, with no broken furniture or signs of forced entry. Agent Hills moved towards the bedroom, trying to look for any clues that could shed light on the killer's identity.



But when he reached the room and saw Colby's lifeless body dangling off the bed, his right leg straight, and his left leg bent, Agent Hills struggled to contain his emotions.



He felt a jolt of excitement and found himself going hard as he examined Colby’s body. He knew he had to focus on the evidence, but he couldn't help but feel a sense of fascination at the sight of the killer's trademark Red Garrote still wrapped tightly around Colby's neck.





Agent Hills took some pictures of the scene and Colby's body for the case and his own personal use before allowing the real crime scene photographers to work. Examining the body, he felt Marcel had done a great job and left nothing behind that could reveal the killer's identity.



As the paramedics arrived to bag Colby's body and bring it back to the mortuary, Agent Hills felt a sense of solemnity like he always did at the end of a case.





It was a quiet and somber evening at the morgue. The dim lights flickered and cast a dull yellow glow on the rows of stainless-steel tables that filled the room. At one of these tables lay the body of Colby, the latest victim of the Red Garotte Strangler. His body was laid out with his arms at his sides, and a white sheet covered him from the neck downwards. His features were still, serene, and peaceful, despite the red Garotte still firmly imbedded around his throat.



Agent Hills approached the table. He made sure to lock all the doors of the mortuary, acutely aware of the sensitivity of his work and the respect it commanded as well as for his own perverted nature. Once he had confirmed that the doors were locked, he turned around and looked down at Colby’s body. With his ungloved hand, he delicately lifted the sheet, exposing Colby's chest, underwear and magnificnet legs.



Agent Hills stood silently beside the autopsy table; his eyes fixed on Colby’s body as he imagined what could have led him to be here. As he looked down at the figure before him, he couldn’t help but picture Colby struggling with his killer in his mind's eye.



He envisioned the tussle between Colby and the perpetrator, imagining the struggle, the screams, and the blows that would have been exchanged.



As Agent Hills inspected the body, he couldn't help but feel a sense of reverence and responsibility in his work. He observed Colby's pale skin, the faint scars on his forearms and his chest. His gaze drifted down to Colby's hands, which were folded on his stomach, and then to his powerful legs.



With utmost care, Agent Hills then gently touched Colby's body. He felt the cold of Colby’s skin underneath his hand as he moved it over Colby's chest and abdomen. He noted the rigor mortis had started to set in, and he silently prayed for the soul of the young man who now lay on the table before him.



Now the fun was to start, he climbed onto the autopsy table and looked down at Colby whose dull vacant eyes stared back up at him.





Agent Hill’s moved in and began to passionately kiss Colby as he ran his hand across his cheek. He then groped and felt Colby’s meaty pecs before playfully slapping his abs and squeezing his powerful upper arms.

He removed Colby’s white underwear and placed them in an evidence bag before admiring the young man’s neatly trimmed pubes that sat above a well endowed cut cock. His hands now explored Colby’s thighs and he couldn’t help but love the sensation of the thick muscle under his hands admiring and touching Colby’s smooth skin.



The moment was electric, and Agent Hill’s was soon fucking Colby knowing how he had been dreaming of this moment for the last few months.

Then as he fired his load into the dead hunk the bell to the mortuary rang.

Agent Hills could see on the camera that it was his partner Agent Towers. He pulled up his trousers and let his partner in as they discussed the case as Agent Hills told them he hadn’t found anything out of the ordinary so far.



Agent Hills' eyes were fixed on Colby's neck, and the tightly wrapped red garrote that had been used to strangle him.



He took a deep breath, and then looked up to Agent Towers, who stood beside him. Agent Towers was observing Agent Hills closely, knowing that it was a difficult task to perform. Agent Hills nodded, and then began to speak out, "I am going to use my surgical scissors to cut through the garrote, and then remove it from Colby's neck."



As he moved the surgical scissors towards Colby's neck, Agent Hills steadied his hand and slowly snipped through the garrote. A sigh escaped his lips as it sectioned open, revealing the deep grooves that were marked into Colby's skin. Agent Hills carefully removed the garrote from around Colby's neck and placed it into evidence.



Agent Towers stood by silently, taking notes, and observing Agent Hills closely. He knew the importance of each step of the autopsy and recognized that this was one of the most crucial pieces of evidence that they would collect that day.



Once the garrote was removed, Agent Hills then took a deep breath and began to examine Colby's neck, carefully inspecting the injuries that were present. Agent Towers watched on, knowing that a great deal of evidence could be obscured by the garrote, but also knowing that Agent Hills was the perfect officer to undertake such a challenging task.



Once the main part of the examination was over Agent Towers left the room as Agent Hills prepared to finish his notes. He locked the door behind Agent Towers and went back to Colby’s body. This time he skull fucked Colby before covering him with the sheet and placing the body in one of the morgue refrigerator drawers.



As part of his job Agent Hills had the power to keep bodies on ice or hand them to the families for burial. With the fun he could now have with bodies he would be handing them over to families straight away so they could be buried or cremated at the earliest opportunity.

The papers were signed, and Colby could now be taken for his funeral.

 

[Brian2012]

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