Don't Talk To Strangers (nanowrimo post/part 8)
Chris was getting a little worried, this was second time he’d had to bring a body home. Adam was a great help most of the time, but bringing R. home had been planned and this hadn’t.
Adam was also pressuring him to move in, Chris wasn’t so sure about that. He liked his alone time and there were some things they didn’t agree on at all. So he’d been putting off answering him.
Most of the time they did get along though. Maybe he’d just been living by himself too long. He’d hadn’t lived with anyone other than his parents. He finally told him yes.
Moving in was a chore. Adam had a lot of stuff, and then they had two sets of dishes, and furniture to try and add to the house. Chris decided they could get rid of most of the things in the living room, the television was ancient, as was the couch, and that horrible orange chair downstairs.
They put them in the truck to take to town. He never had re-licensed it, but no one seemed to care.
Their relationship became better because of the move, both as a couple and as partners when the time came to kill.
Their anniversary came, and Adam had a surprise. He’d been talking up a very sexy college guy named Robert to have a threesome. Chris was intrigued. He had grey eyes and dyed black hair, with a very close resemblance to R.
He must have talked about him too much. But then Stevie had looked a lot like R. too, why hadn’t he thought of him first?
Either way it was a great present, but after the orgy there was a snag. Robert went down to the fridge for a soda, there weren’t any in the kitchen so he went down to the basement. Chris and Adam realized he was taking far too long at the exact same time he found the bags of blood. They rushed down the stairs to a wide eyed, mouth wide open, pale Robert staring into the fridge.
He realized they were there and started to run, but Adam caught him and said ”Now, what do you think you saw?”
He stuttered out “B…b...blood.” then “Are you vampires or something?”
Adam laughed a hollow laugh “Do we look like it?”
“I, I guess not”
“Chris here has a disease that he needs blood for, so we get bags of it from the hospital.”
Roberts eyes got wide “They do that?”
Chris said “Yes, yes they do.”
“For a minute I thought I was dead. They let you have it no writing on it or anything?”
Adam said “Well, Chris works there, so yeah.“
Robert seemed to take this in, then he said the dumbest thing.
“I don’t believe you.”
Chris and Adam looked at each other and the decision was made, Robert realized too late he shouldn’t have said it. Adam grabbed his upper body and Chris his legs and the carried him over to the bed. Adam tied his arms to the headboard and Chris sat on his legs until Adam found some rope for them. The whole time Robert thrashed and called out. “I believe! I believe you!” over and over.
When they had him tied town securely, Adam looked at Chris and asked
“How much have you got left?”
“Two weeks worth.”
“It will spoil if we do him now too, won’t it?”
“Yes.”
They looked over at Robert, still desperately pleading the he believed and pulling at the ropes.
Adam looked at Chris, ”I guess this anniversary present is going to last awhile.” and smiled as he kissed him.
They walked back over to the bed. Robert had quieted and was crying. Adam started talking to him ”Looks like you're going to be our guest for a few weeks, whom did you tell you were coming here?”
“No one, you asked me not to, remember?”
“But did you? Did you just have to tell that best friend, or call your mother?”
Chris had gone for the knife and held it up to his throat as Adam asked again.
“No one, I swear.” Adam nodded and Chris pulled it away “That’s good Robert.”
Adam and Chris left him there and went upstairs to talk.
Chris was pissed, he yelled “This was YOUR Idea, you had him come here!”
“You liked it though!”
“Yes, but every time you have an idea it gets us closer to getting caught, and now we have to either kill him and dump him, or sit on him for two weeks!”
Their voices escalated “But I didn’t know he was going to find it, and neither did you!”
“You have got to be more careful, you are going to get us caught!”
“You did get caught! I caught you, and you’d be in jail right now if I didn’t care about you!”
Chris realized he was right, he did really care. He toned his voice down and said “I know, you do care. I’m just stressed out.”
Adam calmed himself as well and pulled him in for a hug and kissed the top of his head. “I know.”
They went down to make some food, and Robert called up from the basement. “I have to piss. Please, can I not piss the bed?”
Adam and Chris weren’t so sure about untying him, and then Chris had an idea. He ran upstairs and came back with a vase. Robert frowned, but Chris said “Vase or bed, your choice.”
Robert chose the vase.
While they were making dinner they discussed what to do with him. Chris was concerned. “We can’t leave him tied to bed for two weeks, he’ll have sores, and he’ll moan about it.”
“He’s going to moan about it anyway, he’s probably struggling against the knots because we aren’t down there as we speak.”
“Well we have to keep him slightly passive. He knows what we want, he may not eat.”
“He’ll eat, he thinks we are nuts.”
“Maybe we are.”
“Because we kill people we meet on the internet?”
“No, because we are so accepting of it.”
They finished dinner (which happened to be cheeseburger macaroni) and took a their plates down to the basement.
Robert had been trying. He’d gotten his left hand partially out of the loop around it.
He looked at Chris with fear as he brought him a plate. He said:
“Right handed, good to know. Now. You have a choice again - I can finish untying that hand if you promise to sit here and eat with it - or I can retie it tighter and feed you. If you say yes and then not eat and try and escape, then we will be feeding you for two weeks. Do you understand?”
Robert whimpered “Yes.”
Chris untied the knot and sat there with him as they ate. They didn’t talk. Adam sat in the lounger he’d brought to the house. They didn’t even talk. They were all just thinking.
He finished first and walked over to them. “So, Robert “ Robert looked at him through disheveled bangs “I’ve never had a slave before. I think you might be quite busy for the next couple weeks.”
Chris turned to look at Adam in confusion. What the hell was he doing?
He said “Adam, how do you propose we make that work?”
Adam went to one of the boxes he hadn’t unpacked yet, and pulled out an electric dog training collar.
Chris looked at him like he was not thinking things through he said “Those are for dogs.”
“Yes, but they have settings. High is very painful. Would you like to see?”
Chris was very doubtful. “Yeah. I don’t believe you.”
Adam put it around Chris’s neck.
Robert said “You are going to fake it to make me believe.”
Adam said “Really, well then you get the next demonstration.”
Adam started it on the lowest setting, it felt like someone had walked across a charged carpet and shocked him. Adam turned to the next setting, the one was more painful, but not enough to make him really ’hurt’.
Adam turned it up to the next setting, and Chris cursed pulled it off “Fuck! What the hell, there is no way.”
I've “adjusted” it.
Adam picked up the collar and moved over to Robert. “So, you still think it won’t hurt?”
“No, he’s acting.”
“O.K. “
He buckled the collar around Roberts neck and didn’t even bother with the first two settings. He pressed the button, it had a continuous option.
Robert instantly believed, he tried to pull it off with his right hand , (because it was still free) and couldn’t he was screaming “Fuck, Fuck, Fuuuuuuck!” and thrashing around on the bed. Adam turned it off and said “That wasn’t even on high.”
Chris was staring at Adam, who was he? And why did he have an adjusted dog collar. He was scaring him. Yes, he’d adjusted to the fact Chris killed quite easily. Chris was beginning to wonder if it wasn’t just because he loved him.
“Why do you have that, Adam?”
“I had a very disobedient dog once.”
Chris wasn’t sure he believed that, the collar wasn’t that old.
He said “What happened to it?”
With no remorse Adam said. “Hit by a car.”
Adam dug around in the box and came up with some epoxy. He got ready to mix it and told Chris to tie Roberts hand back up. Robert resisted, but Adam set the parts down and went over and helped him, and said “Can’t have you gluing your hand to the collar.”
Adam mixed the epoxy and told Chris to hold Roberts head up. He did try and buck but after another continuous thirty-second shock he sat still.
He used the epoxy on the buckle and was very careful not to get any on his skin. “We want it to be able to move.” was all he said.
He sent Chris upstairs to lock the door, it was old (like the house) and had a skeleton key you could lock from both sides.
When it was dry he untied him and said “Now, you will have limited access to the basement, but you fuck up and I will shock you, fuck up again and we will tie you back to the bed. “ He looked at Chris “Satisfied?”
“Yes.”
What else could he say?
They plugged in the gaming console and invited Robert to play. He played, but you could tell he wasn’t very happy. After three games he said.
“Can’t I just go home, I promise I won’t tell anyone about this.”
Chris said “Sorry, can’t happen. Secrets have a way of leaving your mouth when you least expect it.”
It was time for Adam to go to bed for work in the morning, he handed the collar control to Chris. About an hour later Robert wanted to sleep too. So Chris could get some work done he went to tie his ankle to the bed, Robert said “No, please, I’ll stay in bed, I can’t sleep that way.” Chris said “You have to earn it.” and held up the control. Robert let him tie the ankle down.
Robert tossed and turned for quite awhile before he fell asleep. Kris was in chat, the first one. He’d go back to it every once in a while. Just for some connection. He didn’t really stay long though. He told them Adam was acting strangely and they all assured him it was post-move in jitters. If they only knew what really was going on. Adam was changing. Becoming someone else. What did he do?
He spent most of the evening on the computer, and then went for some cuddle time with Adam before he had to get up for work. Adam rolled over when he got into the bed, hugged him and sleepily said “You lock the basement door?” “Yes.” “Good.” he kissed him and went immediately back asleep.
Three hours later Chris heard a scream from downstairs and Adam wasn’t in the bed. It came again . It wasn’t Adam. Was it Robert? He went down to investigate and Adam was, well there is no other way to say it,aggresively raping Robert. Chris yelled ”What are you doing?”
Adam said “ You were sleeping and I had a hard-on., might as well use what we’ve got.” Roberts eyes were huge, Adam was not being gentle at all.
Chris looked at Adam and said “Who are you?”
Adam looked at him with hard eyes. “Your boyfriend, go back to bed.”
Chris looked from Adam to Robert to Adam again. He had instant vision of him being in Roberts place and it scared him. He did go back upstairs. Robert called after him “Don’t leave me!”
Chris did go lie back down, he heard Adam in the shower, whistling. He came into the bedroom to dress. “You better not be having that kid think he can trust you. Bad Idea.”
“I’m not the one who was raping him.”
“Maybe you should, it’s fun.”
“Fun?”
“Yes. Look Chris, have you ever wondered why I didn’t tell anyone about that body?”
“You said you loved me.“
“I do, but I also have the ‘lack of compassion’ you have to be able to kill, but I’d rather just fuck them. The fact we both can get people to trust us to come and see them is helpful. I just hadn’t told you because then you would have something over my head. But now we have to trust each other even more. Don’t fuck up with this kid. I have to work.“ and he kissed him goodbye.
Chris was really confused now. He was in love with a rapist. But then, the rapist confessed to being in love with a killer. Oh, and add kidnapping to the list. He got up and took some sleeping pills. He needed to sleep. He’d know what to do when he got up.
Adam walked into the house to a banging on the basement door “Chris, Chris, I’m hungry, I have to pee, the vase is full. Are you even there! CHRIS!
Adam locked the door, ran upstairs and grabbed the collar control off the nightstand. He went back down to shut Robert up. “Robert, he sleeps all day. Now I am sorry we both forgot to leave you food. Back away from the door. “ he pressed the control for a split second, Robert stopped pounding and screaming and Adam heard him move back. He opened the door and took him up to the bathroom. He said “Shit, piss and take a shower. I’ll make some food. “ he locked the bathroom door with the skeleton key (every room in the house had them) and went down to make some food.
Chris woke up and the shower was going, he thought it was Adam, but the door was locked. Adam never locked the door. He took out the key and walked into the bathroom, he saw Robert's shirt and pants in a heap. He locked the door behind him. He peed and thought about what Adam had said. What bothered him most was that he wondered if he was right. He opened the shower door on a lathered Robert and pushed him forward against the tiles. Maybe it was just that easy?
He was really confused the last year had been stressful, planning, being Kris, having to change plans, R., Candy, and now Robert.
He undressed and made himself hard and pushed into Robert mercilessly, he stiffened and Chris grabbed his hair and pushed harder. Months of anger seemed to leak out of his mind, and he directed it at Robert. Robert started to squeal, and Chris didn’t like that so he put his hand over his mouth. He pumped hard and ruthlessly, with the shower running and Robert crying. He came hard and fast. When he was done he noticed blood, shit. He immediately felt remorse. Rinsed himself off and got out of the shower. He left Robert crying and bleeding in it and locked the door.
He went down to Adam making omelettes, and said “I’m not sure how I feel about that.”
“About what, the omelette?”
“No, I just forcibly had sex with Robert, and he’s…bleeding.”
“Oh, well he’s clean, I checked.”
“Not what I mean.”
“So, you hurt him, it’s not like he’s going to be around long. The shower covered the sounds well, I might have to do that.”
“I covered his mouth.”
“Just don’t get carried away and cover the nose, that can be disastrous.”
“Yeah, I bet.”
“You aren’t the slightest bit surprised?”
“No, he’s cute, and had you been more confident with R. I bet you would have raped him. You talk about him with a combination of admiration and loathing. So, no it doesn’t.”
“I talk about him that much?”
“Well, no, you actually don’t, but when you do, it’s different than when you talk about anyone else. Did you like it?”
“Um, yeah.”
He did, how could he? Rape was wrong, but then…so was killing. He decided not to worry about it, that was his mother's voice anyway. Adam seemed fine with it. He had liked it. It also explained a bit of sex play that he’d done. They weren’t just the gay couple anymore they were the gay, murdering, rapist couple of Fresno.
Chris went back up to give the kid some fresh clothes, they’d be big on him, but clean at least. Robert took them but made no comment. They went down to eat, and Robert started to sit down and then tried to run for the door. He made it halfway there and was knocked on his knees by the collar’s shock. Adam held it down as he walked over to him, Robert clutching at the collar. “Thought that shower ruined it didn’t you? No such luck. Waterproof gasket. Dogs have to be in the rain sometimes.
Now get up.” and he hitched the shock higher, Robert got up and walked slowly back to the table, grimacing from the pain of the collar. When he was seated, Adam let go.
Hey ate in silence, Robert was obviously still in pain, after about five minutes Chris said “What do you want to do tonight Robert?”
He looked at them disdainfully. “Nothing with either of you. I want to go home!“
Adam said “Come on now, you could be down tied to that bed still, or worse dead. I think you might want to be a little nicer.”
“Yes, if we like you enough we might keep you around awhile.”
Chris didn’t know why he’d said that, keep him around? He looked at Adam. Adam smiled and said:
“Yeah, you know like I said before I’ve never had a slave, this might be one of the few times you get a choice.”
Robert said “I want to go out.”
“Sorry, not on the list, try again.”
“Internet then?”
“O.K. but monitored, closely.”
Chris sat with Robert on the computer, no personal sites, no telling anyone he was there, or alive even. He could see what they were doing. Robert got frustrated after about a half hour. “But, it’s no fun this way!”
“Take it or leave it.”
He did let him watch you tube, but not signed in. After about three hours Robert was tired and wanted to sleep. Chris tied him to the bed again, Robert asked “I stayed in bed last night?”
“But you ran for the door this evening.”
He went up to the living room and found Adam watching a movie Adam said “He in bed?”
“Yeah.”
“You know what’s funny?”
“What?”
“It’s like we have a child, almost”
“How so.”
“Both of us have to watch him, take care of him. We have to put food out for him tomorrow. And something else too piss in.”
They made a lunch plate, Adam said he’d feed him before he left , and tomorrow he’d bring home some pizza or something. “…and make me a list of chores for him.“ He went up to bed.
Chris had an uneventful evening, he made a list of chores for Adam to have Robert do. The house needed cleaned. He listed each room. The garage he’d never gotten to. He wrote that down. The lawn needed mowed. Though that one seemed risky.
He went up to sleep with Adam for a few hours like every morning, but skipped breakfast with him. When Adam came home that night he had two surprises. Pizza hut and a maid’s costume.
No one had told Robert about the chores yet. So after the pizza Adam told him to put it on. He was pissed. He said with a loathsome voice “I’m gay, but I am not a girl.”
Adam pretended to think about the statement with the collar control in his hand while rubbing his chin
“I know you aren’t but I think you might reconsider putting that on, anyway. Chris, help him be a pretty girl, would you.?” He’d said pretty girl as if he was talking to a dog.
He went up and Chris followed him, with the outfit. Who know better than to help him get the nylons on, and he knew Adam wanted the boobs. Robert did alright with eye make-up, but the foundation, blush and lipstick he hadn’t used before.
Howe on earth he was supposed to clean in that though? It was a skimpy one.
They came down and Adam said “You look darling, now come with me.” he took his hand.
Adam told Chris he’d take him tonight and proceeded to take him up to the bathroom. But his demeanor changed immediately. Adam turned into a drill sergeant, and Robert had no idea what he was doing so it was worse “You God-damned dummy! Don’t you know how to do anything?! That’s not how you clean that. Now do it right.” and “Why do you even try you can’t get anything right!”
There were more but Chris didn’t want to hear them, they sounded like his mother. He went downstairs and turned on the stereo - loudly.
Adam had him clean the bathroom and the kitchen, Chris knew because the yelling got louder when they moved “You! Quit whimpering. You’d never make it in the army. Hell, I can’t believe you’ve lived this long! Now scrub!”
When Adam was done with him he literally threw him down the stairs. Chris caught him, and then Adam did a strange thing, he locked them both down in the basement. Chris didn’t have his key, it was in his other pants. Great. He looked at Robert, he hadn’t even attempted to get up. He had a shiner and bloody lip, and you could see bruises on his legs through the nylons. He was crying.
Chris just went and held him, and Robert let him. He said ”I wasn’t expecting that, lately I don’t know who Adam is.”
Robert didn’t say anything just continued to sob in his arms, after about a few minutes he asked if he wanted to get out of the wrinkled dress. “I can’t!”
“What do you mean you can’t?”
“I was complaining of it itching and being uncomfortable and so he…” Robert swallowed a sob “…he glued it to me.”
In an incredulous voice Chris said “All of it?”
“Well, all the top , all the way around.”
“How the hell did he even do that?”
“He held me down mixed a large batch of the epoxy and pulled up and slathered the back first, he had his knee on the collar control, I couldn’t move, then when that set he rolled me over and did the front too.”
“The boobs too?”
“Yes, and it burned!” he started crying again.
Well damn, Chris thought, now I can’t use them. What the hell was Adam doing?
He carried him over to the bed and tied his ankle, though he was crying. If he got out now it would make things even worse. He cried for long time and fell into an exhausted sleep. Chris went up and knocked on the basement door. Adam didn’t come. What if he had decided they were both prisoners? It scared him.
Adam was also pressuring him to move in, Chris wasn’t so sure about that. He liked his alone time and there were some things they didn’t agree on at all. So he’d been putting off answering him.
Most of the time they did get along though. Maybe he’d just been living by himself too long. He’d hadn’t lived with anyone other than his parents. He finally told him yes.
Moving in was a chore. Adam had a lot of stuff, and then they had two sets of dishes, and furniture to try and add to the house. Chris decided they could get rid of most of the things in the living room, the television was ancient, as was the couch, and that horrible orange chair downstairs.
They put them in the truck to take to town. He never had re-licensed it, but no one seemed to care.
Their relationship became better because of the move, both as a couple and as partners when the time came to kill.
Their anniversary came, and Adam had a surprise. He’d been talking up a very sexy college guy named Robert to have a threesome. Chris was intrigued. He had grey eyes and dyed black hair, with a very close resemblance to R.
He must have talked about him too much. But then Stevie had looked a lot like R. too, why hadn’t he thought of him first?
Either way it was a great present, but after the orgy there was a snag. Robert went down to the fridge for a soda, there weren’t any in the kitchen so he went down to the basement. Chris and Adam realized he was taking far too long at the exact same time he found the bags of blood. They rushed down the stairs to a wide eyed, mouth wide open, pale Robert staring into the fridge.
He realized they were there and started to run, but Adam caught him and said ”Now, what do you think you saw?”
He stuttered out “B…b...blood.” then “Are you vampires or something?”
Adam laughed a hollow laugh “Do we look like it?”
“I, I guess not”
“Chris here has a disease that he needs blood for, so we get bags of it from the hospital.”
Roberts eyes got wide “They do that?”
Chris said “Yes, yes they do.”
“For a minute I thought I was dead. They let you have it no writing on it or anything?”
Adam said “Well, Chris works there, so yeah.“
Robert seemed to take this in, then he said the dumbest thing.
“I don’t believe you.”
Chris and Adam looked at each other and the decision was made, Robert realized too late he shouldn’t have said it. Adam grabbed his upper body and Chris his legs and the carried him over to the bed. Adam tied his arms to the headboard and Chris sat on his legs until Adam found some rope for them. The whole time Robert thrashed and called out. “I believe! I believe you!” over and over.
When they had him tied town securely, Adam looked at Chris and asked
“How much have you got left?”
“Two weeks worth.”
“It will spoil if we do him now too, won’t it?”
“Yes.”
They looked over at Robert, still desperately pleading the he believed and pulling at the ropes.
Adam looked at Chris, ”I guess this anniversary present is going to last awhile.” and smiled as he kissed him.
They walked back over to the bed. Robert had quieted and was crying. Adam started talking to him ”Looks like you're going to be our guest for a few weeks, whom did you tell you were coming here?”
“No one, you asked me not to, remember?”
“But did you? Did you just have to tell that best friend, or call your mother?”
Chris had gone for the knife and held it up to his throat as Adam asked again.
“No one, I swear.” Adam nodded and Chris pulled it away “That’s good Robert.”
Adam and Chris left him there and went upstairs to talk.
Chris was pissed, he yelled “This was YOUR Idea, you had him come here!”
“You liked it though!”
“Yes, but every time you have an idea it gets us closer to getting caught, and now we have to either kill him and dump him, or sit on him for two weeks!”
Their voices escalated “But I didn’t know he was going to find it, and neither did you!”
“You have got to be more careful, you are going to get us caught!”
“You did get caught! I caught you, and you’d be in jail right now if I didn’t care about you!”
Chris realized he was right, he did really care. He toned his voice down and said “I know, you do care. I’m just stressed out.”
Adam calmed himself as well and pulled him in for a hug and kissed the top of his head. “I know.”
They went down to make some food, and Robert called up from the basement. “I have to piss. Please, can I not piss the bed?”
Adam and Chris weren’t so sure about untying him, and then Chris had an idea. He ran upstairs and came back with a vase. Robert frowned, but Chris said “Vase or bed, your choice.”
Robert chose the vase.
While they were making dinner they discussed what to do with him. Chris was concerned. “We can’t leave him tied to bed for two weeks, he’ll have sores, and he’ll moan about it.”
“He’s going to moan about it anyway, he’s probably struggling against the knots because we aren’t down there as we speak.”
“Well we have to keep him slightly passive. He knows what we want, he may not eat.”
“He’ll eat, he thinks we are nuts.”
“Maybe we are.”
“Because we kill people we meet on the internet?”
“No, because we are so accepting of it.”
They finished dinner (which happened to be cheeseburger macaroni) and took a their plates down to the basement.
Robert had been trying. He’d gotten his left hand partially out of the loop around it.
He looked at Chris with fear as he brought him a plate. He said:
“Right handed, good to know. Now. You have a choice again - I can finish untying that hand if you promise to sit here and eat with it - or I can retie it tighter and feed you. If you say yes and then not eat and try and escape, then we will be feeding you for two weeks. Do you understand?”
Robert whimpered “Yes.”
Chris untied the knot and sat there with him as they ate. They didn’t talk. Adam sat in the lounger he’d brought to the house. They didn’t even talk. They were all just thinking.
He finished first and walked over to them. “So, Robert “ Robert looked at him through disheveled bangs “I’ve never had a slave before. I think you might be quite busy for the next couple weeks.”
Chris turned to look at Adam in confusion. What the hell was he doing?
He said “Adam, how do you propose we make that work?”
Adam went to one of the boxes he hadn’t unpacked yet, and pulled out an electric dog training collar.
Chris looked at him like he was not thinking things through he said “Those are for dogs.”
“Yes, but they have settings. High is very painful. Would you like to see?”
Chris was very doubtful. “Yeah. I don’t believe you.”
Adam put it around Chris’s neck.
Robert said “You are going to fake it to make me believe.”
Adam said “Really, well then you get the next demonstration.”
Adam started it on the lowest setting, it felt like someone had walked across a charged carpet and shocked him. Adam turned to the next setting, the one was more painful, but not enough to make him really ’hurt’.
Adam turned it up to the next setting, and Chris cursed pulled it off “Fuck! What the hell, there is no way.”
I've “adjusted” it.
Adam picked up the collar and moved over to Robert. “So, you still think it won’t hurt?”
“No, he’s acting.”
“O.K. “
He buckled the collar around Roberts neck and didn’t even bother with the first two settings. He pressed the button, it had a continuous option.
Robert instantly believed, he tried to pull it off with his right hand , (because it was still free) and couldn’t he was screaming “Fuck, Fuck, Fuuuuuuck!” and thrashing around on the bed. Adam turned it off and said “That wasn’t even on high.”
Chris was staring at Adam, who was he? And why did he have an adjusted dog collar. He was scaring him. Yes, he’d adjusted to the fact Chris killed quite easily. Chris was beginning to wonder if it wasn’t just because he loved him.
“Why do you have that, Adam?”
“I had a very disobedient dog once.”
Chris wasn’t sure he believed that, the collar wasn’t that old.
He said “What happened to it?”
With no remorse Adam said. “Hit by a car.”
Adam dug around in the box and came up with some epoxy. He got ready to mix it and told Chris to tie Roberts hand back up. Robert resisted, but Adam set the parts down and went over and helped him, and said “Can’t have you gluing your hand to the collar.”
Adam mixed the epoxy and told Chris to hold Roberts head up. He did try and buck but after another continuous thirty-second shock he sat still.
He used the epoxy on the buckle and was very careful not to get any on his skin. “We want it to be able to move.” was all he said.
He sent Chris upstairs to lock the door, it was old (like the house) and had a skeleton key you could lock from both sides.
When it was dry he untied him and said “Now, you will have limited access to the basement, but you fuck up and I will shock you, fuck up again and we will tie you back to the bed. “ He looked at Chris “Satisfied?”
“Yes.”
What else could he say?
They plugged in the gaming console and invited Robert to play. He played, but you could tell he wasn’t very happy. After three games he said.
“Can’t I just go home, I promise I won’t tell anyone about this.”
Chris said “Sorry, can’t happen. Secrets have a way of leaving your mouth when you least expect it.”
It was time for Adam to go to bed for work in the morning, he handed the collar control to Chris. About an hour later Robert wanted to sleep too. So Chris could get some work done he went to tie his ankle to the bed, Robert said “No, please, I’ll stay in bed, I can’t sleep that way.” Chris said “You have to earn it.” and held up the control. Robert let him tie the ankle down.
Robert tossed and turned for quite awhile before he fell asleep. Kris was in chat, the first one. He’d go back to it every once in a while. Just for some connection. He didn’t really stay long though. He told them Adam was acting strangely and they all assured him it was post-move in jitters. If they only knew what really was going on. Adam was changing. Becoming someone else. What did he do?
He spent most of the evening on the computer, and then went for some cuddle time with Adam before he had to get up for work. Adam rolled over when he got into the bed, hugged him and sleepily said “You lock the basement door?” “Yes.” “Good.” he kissed him and went immediately back asleep.
Three hours later Chris heard a scream from downstairs and Adam wasn’t in the bed. It came again . It wasn’t Adam. Was it Robert? He went down to investigate and Adam was, well there is no other way to say it,aggresively raping Robert. Chris yelled ”What are you doing?”
Adam said “ You were sleeping and I had a hard-on., might as well use what we’ve got.” Roberts eyes were huge, Adam was not being gentle at all.
Chris looked at Adam and said “Who are you?”
Adam looked at him with hard eyes. “Your boyfriend, go back to bed.”
Chris looked from Adam to Robert to Adam again. He had instant vision of him being in Roberts place and it scared him. He did go back upstairs. Robert called after him “Don’t leave me!”
Chris did go lie back down, he heard Adam in the shower, whistling. He came into the bedroom to dress. “You better not be having that kid think he can trust you. Bad Idea.”
“I’m not the one who was raping him.”
“Maybe you should, it’s fun.”
“Fun?”
“Yes. Look Chris, have you ever wondered why I didn’t tell anyone about that body?”
“You said you loved me.“
“I do, but I also have the ‘lack of compassion’ you have to be able to kill, but I’d rather just fuck them. The fact we both can get people to trust us to come and see them is helpful. I just hadn’t told you because then you would have something over my head. But now we have to trust each other even more. Don’t fuck up with this kid. I have to work.“ and he kissed him goodbye.
Chris was really confused now. He was in love with a rapist. But then, the rapist confessed to being in love with a killer. Oh, and add kidnapping to the list. He got up and took some sleeping pills. He needed to sleep. He’d know what to do when he got up.
Adam walked into the house to a banging on the basement door “Chris, Chris, I’m hungry, I have to pee, the vase is full. Are you even there! CHRIS!
Adam locked the door, ran upstairs and grabbed the collar control off the nightstand. He went back down to shut Robert up. “Robert, he sleeps all day. Now I am sorry we both forgot to leave you food. Back away from the door. “ he pressed the control for a split second, Robert stopped pounding and screaming and Adam heard him move back. He opened the door and took him up to the bathroom. He said “Shit, piss and take a shower. I’ll make some food. “ he locked the bathroom door with the skeleton key (every room in the house had them) and went down to make some food.
Chris woke up and the shower was going, he thought it was Adam, but the door was locked. Adam never locked the door. He took out the key and walked into the bathroom, he saw Robert's shirt and pants in a heap. He locked the door behind him. He peed and thought about what Adam had said. What bothered him most was that he wondered if he was right. He opened the shower door on a lathered Robert and pushed him forward against the tiles. Maybe it was just that easy?
He was really confused the last year had been stressful, planning, being Kris, having to change plans, R., Candy, and now Robert.
He undressed and made himself hard and pushed into Robert mercilessly, he stiffened and Chris grabbed his hair and pushed harder. Months of anger seemed to leak out of his mind, and he directed it at Robert. Robert started to squeal, and Chris didn’t like that so he put his hand over his mouth. He pumped hard and ruthlessly, with the shower running and Robert crying. He came hard and fast. When he was done he noticed blood, shit. He immediately felt remorse. Rinsed himself off and got out of the shower. He left Robert crying and bleeding in it and locked the door.
He went down to Adam making omelettes, and said “I’m not sure how I feel about that.”
“About what, the omelette?”
“No, I just forcibly had sex with Robert, and he’s…bleeding.”
“Oh, well he’s clean, I checked.”
“Not what I mean.”
“So, you hurt him, it’s not like he’s going to be around long. The shower covered the sounds well, I might have to do that.”
“I covered his mouth.”
“Just don’t get carried away and cover the nose, that can be disastrous.”
“Yeah, I bet.”
“You aren’t the slightest bit surprised?”
“No, he’s cute, and had you been more confident with R. I bet you would have raped him. You talk about him with a combination of admiration and loathing. So, no it doesn’t.”
“I talk about him that much?”
“Well, no, you actually don’t, but when you do, it’s different than when you talk about anyone else. Did you like it?”
“Um, yeah.”
He did, how could he? Rape was wrong, but then…so was killing. He decided not to worry about it, that was his mother's voice anyway. Adam seemed fine with it. He had liked it. It also explained a bit of sex play that he’d done. They weren’t just the gay couple anymore they were the gay, murdering, rapist couple of Fresno.
Chris went back up to give the kid some fresh clothes, they’d be big on him, but clean at least. Robert took them but made no comment. They went down to eat, and Robert started to sit down and then tried to run for the door. He made it halfway there and was knocked on his knees by the collar’s shock. Adam held it down as he walked over to him, Robert clutching at the collar. “Thought that shower ruined it didn’t you? No such luck. Waterproof gasket. Dogs have to be in the rain sometimes.
Now get up.” and he hitched the shock higher, Robert got up and walked slowly back to the table, grimacing from the pain of the collar. When he was seated, Adam let go.
Hey ate in silence, Robert was obviously still in pain, after about five minutes Chris said “What do you want to do tonight Robert?”
He looked at them disdainfully. “Nothing with either of you. I want to go home!“
Adam said “Come on now, you could be down tied to that bed still, or worse dead. I think you might want to be a little nicer.”
“Yes, if we like you enough we might keep you around awhile.”
Chris didn’t know why he’d said that, keep him around? He looked at Adam. Adam smiled and said:
“Yeah, you know like I said before I’ve never had a slave, this might be one of the few times you get a choice.”
Robert said “I want to go out.”
“Sorry, not on the list, try again.”
“Internet then?”
“O.K. but monitored, closely.”
Chris sat with Robert on the computer, no personal sites, no telling anyone he was there, or alive even. He could see what they were doing. Robert got frustrated after about a half hour. “But, it’s no fun this way!”
“Take it or leave it.”
He did let him watch you tube, but not signed in. After about three hours Robert was tired and wanted to sleep. Chris tied him to the bed again, Robert asked “I stayed in bed last night?”
“But you ran for the door this evening.”
He went up to the living room and found Adam watching a movie Adam said “He in bed?”
“Yeah.”
“You know what’s funny?”
“What?”
“It’s like we have a child, almost”
“How so.”
“Both of us have to watch him, take care of him. We have to put food out for him tomorrow. And something else too piss in.”
They made a lunch plate, Adam said he’d feed him before he left , and tomorrow he’d bring home some pizza or something. “…and make me a list of chores for him.“ He went up to bed.
Chris had an uneventful evening, he made a list of chores for Adam to have Robert do. The house needed cleaned. He listed each room. The garage he’d never gotten to. He wrote that down. The lawn needed mowed. Though that one seemed risky.
He went up to sleep with Adam for a few hours like every morning, but skipped breakfast with him. When Adam came home that night he had two surprises. Pizza hut and a maid’s costume.
No one had told Robert about the chores yet. So after the pizza Adam told him to put it on. He was pissed. He said with a loathsome voice “I’m gay, but I am not a girl.”
Adam pretended to think about the statement with the collar control in his hand while rubbing his chin
“I know you aren’t but I think you might reconsider putting that on, anyway. Chris, help him be a pretty girl, would you.?” He’d said pretty girl as if he was talking to a dog.
He went up and Chris followed him, with the outfit. Who know better than to help him get the nylons on, and he knew Adam wanted the boobs. Robert did alright with eye make-up, but the foundation, blush and lipstick he hadn’t used before.
Howe on earth he was supposed to clean in that though? It was a skimpy one.
They came down and Adam said “You look darling, now come with me.” he took his hand.
Adam told Chris he’d take him tonight and proceeded to take him up to the bathroom. But his demeanor changed immediately. Adam turned into a drill sergeant, and Robert had no idea what he was doing so it was worse “You God-damned dummy! Don’t you know how to do anything?! That’s not how you clean that. Now do it right.” and “Why do you even try you can’t get anything right!”
There were more but Chris didn’t want to hear them, they sounded like his mother. He went downstairs and turned on the stereo - loudly.
Adam had him clean the bathroom and the kitchen, Chris knew because the yelling got louder when they moved “You! Quit whimpering. You’d never make it in the army. Hell, I can’t believe you’ve lived this long! Now scrub!”
When Adam was done with him he literally threw him down the stairs. Chris caught him, and then Adam did a strange thing, he locked them both down in the basement. Chris didn’t have his key, it was in his other pants. Great. He looked at Robert, he hadn’t even attempted to get up. He had a shiner and bloody lip, and you could see bruises on his legs through the nylons. He was crying.
Chris just went and held him, and Robert let him. He said ”I wasn’t expecting that, lately I don’t know who Adam is.”
Robert didn’t say anything just continued to sob in his arms, after about a few minutes he asked if he wanted to get out of the wrinkled dress. “I can’t!”
“What do you mean you can’t?”
“I was complaining of it itching and being uncomfortable and so he…” Robert swallowed a sob “…he glued it to me.”
In an incredulous voice Chris said “All of it?”
“Well, all the top , all the way around.”
“How the hell did he even do that?”
“He held me down mixed a large batch of the epoxy and pulled up and slathered the back first, he had his knee on the collar control, I couldn’t move, then when that set he rolled me over and did the front too.”
“The boobs too?”
“Yes, and it burned!” he started crying again.
Well damn, Chris thought, now I can’t use them. What the hell was Adam doing?
He carried him over to the bed and tied his ankle, though he was crying. If he got out now it would make things even worse. He cried for long time and fell into an exhausted sleep. Chris went up and knocked on the basement door. Adam didn’t come. What if he had decided they were both prisoners? It scared him.