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  “I said get on with it!” you said.

  “I know you are trying to make me lose control, Harvey. But I’m not going to. I have some things I want to do to you and am going to proceed.”

  I turned you on your side. Your nice bubble butt looked like it belonged to a man thirty years younger. I admired your body. I have always admired your body.

  I swung the paddle as hard as I could. The sound it made reminded me of being spanked by the principle in high school. Your body jerked, but you didn’t make a sound. Not a sigh, not a whimper and even a grunt.

  “Now, Harvey, I know that had to hurt. Don’t you want to yell or something?” I didn’t wait for you to reply, not that you were going to. I hit your five times on your bubble butt as hard as I could swing the paddle. Your butt turned beet read. Blisters appeared, small white blisters against the deep red. “Wow, I should have been a principle. I bet the guys wouldn’t have wanted a second trip to the office if I gave them a paddling like I just gave you, Harvey.”

  You took a deep breath. “Just get on with it.”

  Yes, I lost my temper. I punched you in your kidney with my fist. But then I regained control. “I am not going to let you be in control. I know you are trying to rile me up.” I put the paddle away.

  “Now this is one of my favorites.” I showed you the strap. “And I think it’s one of yours too! How many pussy boys’ bottoms did this strap whip? Did you jack off later as you remembered beating them with the strap and their crying out in pain?”

  You didn’t answer, and I didn’t expect you to.

  I struck your red, blistered ass with the strap. Your body jerked, yet you didn’t cry out. I lost count of how many times I hit you with the strap, fifteen, twenty, thirty maybe! When I finished, your ass wasn’t the only part of your body that was red.

  “Wow, I can see why you go to the gym and keep in shape. Being a master takes stamina and strength.” I picked up your shirt and wiped the sweat off my face and chest. I glanced down at my jock strap. My cock had the front of my jock strap separated from my crotch. It looked like I had a stake driven into my pubic area and had put my jock strap over it. “I think my cock likes it that I’m being a master.”

  “Come on, come on. Get on with it.”

  “Do not say that again. I am in control here and not you,” I yelled. But I gained control knowing that you were still playing master even though you were bound hand and foot. “I will break you.”

  I replaced the strap. I started to get the cat of nine tails without the metal tips but decided on the more painful one at the last moment.

  “You always tell your pussy boys that the cat of nine tails with the metal tips might leave scars. But, they don’t get it. Scars last a lifetime! They get worse the older your skin gets. Stupid pussy boys!”

  You eye the whip with knowing eyes. You know that pain that is coming. I look for fear in your eyes, but I don’t find it. I really wanted to see fear in your eyes, Harvey! Not defiance!

  To be completely honest, I don’t know how long I beat you with the cat. All I know is that when I could swing the whip any longer your body was cut to ribbons and rivers of blood ran across the floor.

  You hadn’t made a sound. Not a grunt, not a whimper and damn sure not a scream!

  “I think it’s time I fucked you,” I told you. I waited for a response. Your chest heaved up and down causing new streams of blood to drip from your body onto the floor. I found myself wondering how many pints of blood are in the average man’s body. “I think you’ve lost a fucking lot of blood, Harvey. Maybe a little too much,” I told you as I pulled down my jock strap. I glanced down at my cock. I hated my cock. It was crooked.

  “You do have a beautiful cock,” I told you as I pulled my foreskin back revealing the head of my cock which was pointed. “I always admired your cock. Always,” I told you as I pulled up on onto your hands and knees. “Now stay in that position.”

  I didn’t need any lubricant. I just swiped the head of my cock across the blood on your butt cheeks. Your asshole was tight. I didn’t expect that. “Good thing my cockhead is pointed, Harvey,” I told you as I rammed my cock up your ass. “How does it feel, Master, for a slave to be fucking you?”

  Your tight ass was delicious. So hot inside. So tight. It was like fucking a virgin. And all the blood. I must confess that I like all the blood smeared on my stomach and legs from fucking you. I knew I wasn’t going to last long, and I didn’t. My cock exploded. I felt cum gushing out as I made a down stroke into your tight ass. I pulled my cum-dripping, bloody cock out of your asshole and moved around in front of you.

  “Suck it. Suck the blood and cum off my cock.”

  When you didn’t obey immediately, I punched you in the nose breaking it. Blood gushed out.

  I lifted my fist. “Suck my cock!”

  You opened you mouth just wide enough for me to shove my cock inside. I didn’t expect you to really suck on it but you surprised me. You sucked my cock! I mean really sucked it. I grabbed you head and started fucking your mouth as my cock got rock hard again. I rammed my cock all the way down your throat. You sucked. I wanted to pull my cock out of your mouth. I didn’t want you to give me pleasure. But your mouth was too talented. It felt too good, and I shot off.

  I jerked my cock out of your mouth, my body trembling with anger. I saw defiance in your eyes! I pounded your face with my fists. Your features ace melted away way as my knuckles struck you time after time. By the time I gained control, I couldn’t recognize you anymore.

  “Damn you, Harvey!” I yelled as I picked up the cat of nine tails and jammed the handle down your throat. “I wish I’d thought to bring a knife so I could castrate you.”

  You struggled for a moment, and then your body went still.

  I didn’t expect the surge of pleasure killing you brought. It was like no other feeling I have ever encountered. I shot off! Wow, it was the best sexual thrill ever.

  “Harvey, it was a successful experiment! Was it ever. Taking another person life, collecting their soul. I felt as though all your strength flowed into me when you died. Yes, Harvey it was a very successful experiment. One I am going to repeat with the other club members.”

  Chapter 3

  “Dale?” Paul called

  “I’m back here.” The voice was shaky. “But I’m not sure you want to see this?”

  “Are you all right, Mr. Carlton.” Rob’s voice was filled with concern. After all he had worked for Daddy. No, that part was over. He could never think of the man again as “Daddy.” The whole situation was changed.

  “I’ll come on out to the entrance.” It was as if Carlton could hardly get out the words. Quickly, he appeared out of the darkness. In the dim light he looked drained of color, his face as white as wax from a candle.

  Rob knew Carlton was in his sixties, but ye looked much older—a broken man with a new frailness that was hard to accept, though he certainly could understand. Carlton and Harvey had lived together for thirty years before deciding to go their own way. At least that’s what Carlton had told him. And if two people lived together for that long, even though they now were separated… He felt tears of sympathy sting his eyes.

  “What are we going to do?” Carlton asked, sounding bewildered. Rob felt an intense pity; this was not the man he’d come to know. This was a different person, not the self-confident boss he’d worked for, not the daddy who’d introduced him to the Old Men’s Sex Club.

  “I’m very sorry, Dale,” Paul said. “I know how much he meant to you.”

  “Yes.”

  “I suppose the first thing we have to do is get him out of here.”

  “Where do we take— Where do we take his body?”

  “That is a problem,” Paul answered. “You don’t know any…any funeral homes or crematoriums, I suppose.”

  “No. None that I could trust.” He glanced into Paul’s eye. “What could we do with the body anyhow?” His breath caught. “I didn’t know it would be this hard.”


  “Of course, you didn’t.” Paul hesitated. “You don’t suppose it was…”

  Rob turned to Paul. “What do you mean?”

  “Maybe that the person who did this carried things a little farther than intended.”

  “No,” Carlton said, his voice becoming stronger. “This was a heinous murder. Paul was cuffed—wrists and ankles. That means he couldn’t have escaped even if he’d wanted to.”

  “But how would the killer be able to do that?” I asked.

  “Maybe caught him unaware,” Paul answered. “Then knocked him out.”

  “Yes, yes, I just remembered,” Carlton said.

  “What is it?” Rob asked.

  “Scuff marks.”

  “Scuff marks?” Paul asked.

  “More like tracks. Like something being dragged across the floor. From the entrance to the table. I didn’t think much about it at first. It was an almost…subliminal sort of thing.”

  “You think the killer knocked him out and then dragged him to the table.”

  “What else?” Carlton asked. “Goddamned coward!”

  “We’ll find him, Dale. No matter what. I promise we’ll find him.”

  “Who’s going to find him?” Carlton answered, his voice testy.

  Paul glanced at Rob, a questioning look on his face. Rob nodded.

  “The two of us.” He indicated Rob.

  “I’ve been considering asking you about that. But you’re not detectives. You have no background—”

  “This is personal, Dale. To you, most certainly, but to us, as well. Harvey was my friend. Oh, I never liked the lengths he went to with his…proclivities. But that didn’t mean I didn’t like him.”

  “I feel the same, Mr. Carlton. Beyond the S&M, he was a very nice man. Maybe it sounds like a contradiction. But he was a caring person. After our session together, it was as if he became a different— There’s no use talking about it, is there?” Rob felt drained. It was hard to accept that such a vital man as Harvey was dead. It was like a nightmare from which he wished he could wake up, and everything would be okay.

  “So what’s our next move?” Paul asked. “We can’t let Harvey just lie here.”

  “Maybe we could all of us carry him to the car,” Rob said.

  “And then what?” Carlton asked.

  Rob shook his head. He didn’t know.

  “You don’t know any policemen?” Paul asked.

  Carlton shook his head. “No, but…wait. There used to be one who was a member of the club.”

  “The sex club?” Rob asked.

  “He retired,” Carlton continued. “But maybe he could help us out.”

  “Would you like me to call him?” Paul asked.

  “I’ll do it,” Carlton answered. “I know him. The two of you don’t.” He pulled out his cell and dialed. “Seth?” he asked after a moment. He paused. “We have a situation. Oh, hell, it’s Harvey.”

  Another pause. “He’s been murdered.” Pause. “At the gym.” Pause. “Yes, and you understand we can’t let anyone know.” He went on to explain what had happened. “Is there anything…” In a moment he hung up.

  “What did he say?” Paul asked.

  “He said he’d give it some thought and get back to me.”

  “What… Do you think he’s willing to help?”

  “As you heard, I explained that we needed to dispose of the bod… Dispose of Harvey.” Carlton’s voice broke. “I’m sorry.”

  “Dale, there’s no need to apolog—” It was Paul.

  “It’s just that if they take Harvey and bury him— Well, it’s like he never existed. Like his life didn’t matter.”

  “As you said, we can’t let anyone know…about the club, about what happened, about Harvey himself. It’s to protect him too,” Paul said. “Or at least his reputation.”

  Chapter 4

  Rob judged Seth to be in his mid- to late-seventies, a handsome man with chiseled features and a shock of white hair that encroached on his forehead. “Dale, it’s good to see you. It’s been a long time.”

  “Six or seven years anyway,” Carlton answered. He turned to Rob and Paul. “Seth, Paul and Rob.” He turned back. “Seth is one of the founding members of the club.”

  “Really?” Rob asked.

  “Don’t let his position clutter your judgment,” Carlton said. “He may have served as a deputy police commissioner, but he’s always been one hell of a sexy man.”

  “You’re embarrassing the hell out of me, Dale.” He glanced at Rob and Paul and smiled, his teeth ivory white and even. “Did you two ever notice how Dale likes to exaggerate?” Seth said.

  “I think he’s pretty much on the mark,” Rob answered. “You’re a very attractive man.”

  “You think I was fishing for compliments, do you?”

  “No, sir,” Rob answered. “Not you.”

  “Flattery, is it?” Seth chuckled.

  Rob’s face reddened. “I mean it, sir.”

  Seth laughed. “Just kidding, Rob…is it?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “And a young man with manners, as well.”

  “I agree with what Rob said. You are a very handsome man. Too bad—” Paul said.

  “Those days are over and done with.” He looked toward Carlton. “Since Rudy and I settled down together, I haven’t strayed one bit.”

  Carlton smiled. “And you both deprived the rest of us from a lot of enjoyment.”

  “Again, the flattery.” Suddenly, his face sobered. “So someone had it in for Harvey, did they?”

  “You have no idea, Seth. And it’s pretty gruesome.”

  “It’s the ones you know who get to you. I understand how close the two of you were. You have my deepest sympathies.”

  “So what are we going to do, Seth?” Carlton asked.

  “I’ve asked two of the boys to take care of things.”

  “Two of the boys?” Paul asked.

  “No, not boys anymore. Two men I monitored.”

  “I hate to ask,” Paul said, “but can you—”

  “Trust them?” The light near the door cast a wide beam across the policeman’s face, making him appear almost angelic. “With my life.”

  “What makes you so certain?” Rob asked.

  “Both sets of parents were druggies. Neglected their kids. The court appointed me their guardian.”

  “You never mentioned anything like that,” Dale said.

  Seth smiled ruefully. “Some things you just want to keep private.”

  “So you took them in,” Paul said.

  “Rudy and I did.”

  “Do they know about… about your lifestyle?” Rob asked.

  Seth threw back his head and laughed. “Lifestyle? Is that what you call it? If you mean, do they know Rudy and I are gay, of course, they do. Neither is naïve, and besides, both of them are gay, as well.”

  “You knew that from the first?” Dale asked.

  “Let’s just say we suspected.” Seth took a deep breath and let it out. “They’ll be here in just a few minutes. I suppose I’d better go and take a look—”

  “Not sure I can go back there again, Seth,” Carlton said.

  Seth’s face filled with a look of sympathy. “No need.” He looked toward Paul and Rob. “Have you two seen him?”

  “Harvey?” Paul asked. “No, we haven’t. Dale called us…”

  “And you decided not to look? Well, I don’t blame you.”

  “It’s not that so much,” Paul answered.

  “We been spending time with Mr. Carlton,” Rob said. “I’m sure you know that he and Mr.—”

  “He and Harvey were partners. Lovers. Yes, I know.” He shook his head. “If you like, you can come back with me. There’s no contaminating of this scene. So it doesn’t matter. And I’m not a cop anymore.”

  Paul turned to the younger man. “Rob?”

  He took a moment to answer. “I suppose I owe it to him. To Mr. Winton. He was a good man.”

  “Yes, he
was,” Seth answered. “But I’m a little surprised. I mean you do know he was into, right?”

  Rob smiled. “Other than Mr. Carlton, he was the first man I was with.”

  “And still you say that,” Seth answered.

  “Beyond the S&M he was a different kind of man. Kind, considerate.”

  “No doubt about it,” Seth answered. Once more he took a deep breath and let it out. “We can’t delay any longer. If you two want to come along.”

  Paul’s face was filled with anguish. “He was a good friend. And I think I owe it to him.”

  “Then let’s go,” Seth said as he led the way back to the table where Winton still lay.

  “Oh, my God!” It was Rob. “I can’t believe this. I can’t believe it.” He saw the shock on Paul’s face.

  The body was like…Rob hated the thought, but it was like hamburger, at least first glance. His entire body was covered in cuts and slashes. There wasn’t an inch left untouched. And then came the smell of blood. The entire table was bloody, and more blood had spilled and pooled on the floor. He must have bled out, Rob thought, if he had already been dead from all the tears and perforations to his body—his face, his shoulders, his stomach. Even his cock and balls. Rob could hardly control the heaving in his stomach. He turned and fled toward to shower room as Paul simply stood and stared.

  “Oh, Jesus,” Seth said. “Jesus Christ. This is one of the worst I’ve seen. One of the very worst. And Harvey was my friend. Dear God, who could do such a hideous thing? What sort of monster?”

  “He has to be completely mad,” Paul said, his voice shaking. “He must be totally insane.”

  ***

  The two policemen arrived and Seth introduced them as his two sons.

  “Nice to meet you,” the one named Ken said.

  “Likewise,” said the other, whose name was Tim.

  “And we’re both very sorry,” Ken continued. He was a short man, with dark hair and brown eyes.

  “I’m sorry, but we’d better get on with it,” Tim apologized. “I know he was your partner, Mr. Carlton, and certainly a friend of Dad’s.”