Salem, Essex County, and Oregon

"Did I do great, sir?" Justin said while kneeling on top of Subject 1's lap.

"You were amazing." Subject 1 said while still kissing, licking, and biting Justin's neck. "Everyone completely believed you."

He was ravaging Justin's neck for almost an hour now. Subject 1 instructed his new-found obsession never to strip in front of him; the man also prohibited the former cashier personnel from ever touching his dick ever without the man's permission. That also comes with extra instruction that forced Justin never to show his genitalia in front of Subject 1. The man even went several miles to make this happen by locking Justin's dick with a small, metallic, locked cage; the man had the key to unlock the cage, but he was not sure where he had hidden it anymore. Justin doesn't care about that, though; the only thing he wants to do is to obey. The more Justin says, "yes, Sir," the more Subject 1 felt some kind of special longing for him that he never really quite saw in any of his victims before.

We can all remember Subject 1's first victim clearly; her name is Mary. She is just as submissive as Justin, but for some reason, Subject 1 dislikes her. I have a theory about this, but I do not have any means to prove it; I'm not even sure if Subject 1 himself knows why he's so infatuated with Justin so much.

I believe that Mary simply wants to have sex with Subject 1, and for the most part, Subject 1 doesn't always want to have sex. Meanwhile, Justin would want whatever Subject 1 wishes.

If the man wants to be massaged, Justin will do so without question.

If the man wants some chores done, Justin will enthusiastically do it without question.

If the man wants his body to be licked all over, Justin will worship him without question.

If the man wants something, Justin wants it without question.

That is his difference with Mary, and I feel like that is what Subject 1 expects from everyone around him. Obey. No questions asked. Just let it happen.

Justin is also delighted to obey everything Subject 1 says. He is not faking it, too; Justin's happiness increases the more he serves his owner.

Most of Subject 1's instructions are mundane chores, but for almost 90% of the time, Subject 1 would force Justin to do something sexual for him. Justin would comply and obey everything the man says; never will he say no to everything the man says ever, which made Subject 1 more infatuated with Justin. Of course, sexual or not, it is still true that Subject 1 still prohibits Justin from stripping. Thus, Subject 1 proceeds to gobble on Justin's neck, although Justin is still wearing his long-sleeved shirt.

"You're mine, aren't you?" Subject 1 stopped ravaging Justin's neck for a while to look at him in the eyes, along with a question.

"Of course, sir! I will do everything you ever say..."

Subject 1 was not really interested in what Justin is saying. Nevertheless, he was still listening to it, and he is always happy to hear whatever comes out of Justin's pink little lips. However, his ears had separated entirely away from the words coming out of Justin's lips by the time he heard the voices on the television. It was a news program talking about some kind of murder case, some police involvement, some people who were unhappy about it, and something, something more about the feds.

Subject 1 instantly stopped. His mind halted, his body stiffened, his throat clogged, his heart skipped a beat, and the only thing that worked everywhere in his body was his ears.

"The Federal Bureau of Investigation announced this morning that they have sent two of their top agents to assist and stop the rampage of the Oregon Butcher in Essex County. The two top agents have reportedly said that they are more than excited to go to Salem and solve this case once and for all. Here's Kirk Fischer reporting live in Salem. Kirk?"

"Thanks, Chris. I am standing here right now with Mrs. Karen, a local cook here in Salem, who insisted that the Oregon Butcher ruined her business and made people stop participating in her annual cooking competition. Mrs. Karen, what can you say about the recent killing that happens in your neighborhood these past few months?"

"Well, I'm scared. I'm shaking! I'm very, very afraid of everything these days! I feel like when I leave every night, someone would just WHOOSH in front of me and then stab me and then put me into whatever art exhibit something, something he has in mind that night! I am very scared, and everyone is scared!"

"And tell us, how did the recent murder cases affect your business?"

"Well, I usually open around early, very early in the morning. Sun's still not up, and my business is somewhere around residential areas and, you know, houses and stuff, so I have these very, very specific people going to buy breakfast at my canteen every day, every day that is! Now, people don't wanna go buy breakfast, and they're just cooking their food cuz they're scared to leave when the sun is not up yet."

"And tell me, Mrs. Karen, how does the town of Salem feel about the Oregon Butcher?"

"Well, I mean, the name is kinda the one that really sticks to us cuz it felt very, very wrong, but we also understand that it's not the point! This devil is hunting our women and killing our children, and we are all scared, very, very scared of this demon! Jesus, Mary, and Joseph! I pray every day that Satan would leave our town, oh Lord, and I pray every day that this anti-Christ killer would be caught already, oh Lord! And I feel like..."

Confusing, isn't it? Salem, Essex County, Oregon. This all doesn't line up! Now, that's really the main grit of this part of our presentation.  These inconsistencies divert our attention away from the fact that the media are blatantly lying about the feds' inexperience. All of these are all so sketchy and messy. It really, really makes me feel like some of y'all were messing with us along with our investigation of Subject 1. Now I don't hold grudges, so anyone around here who's responsible for this shenanigan better stand the fuck up cuz this one's a real annoying debacle! It makes iiggh! Makes me so OC, you know what I'm saying?

But, ugh! Gah! Enough of that! Let's go back to the point! See, we are not the only ones who are confused about this Salem, Essex County, and Oregon confusion, but looking at this clip we have for you about the conversation between Subject 1 and Justin, it seems that our little gay boys have an interesting little theory. I will also leave a bit of my commentary in it as we go along the way.

Around this time, our cute little Oregon Butcher is already shaking in fear of his imminent capture. Subject 1 started sweating so much once he realized that he was already all over the news. The man lost confidence in himself, and he knows for a fact that this will be the end of him if those agents start taking him seriously. He starts thinking about laying low or moving away from the town or maybe committing suicide, everything under the sun! Justin noticed how much that news broke Subject 1.

Since the man is not really interested in his little pet at that moment, Justin used this opportunity to take the remote behind Subject 1 and close the television, which is why we never really heard much about Mrs. Karen's irrelevant statement.

What the people think of him is not really why Subject 1 started feeling a sense of dread. It's the fact that the authorities are now taking him seriously. Thus, as his mind descended more into the abyss of his fear, he also lost awareness of his surroundings.

Seeing that taking his head away from the television didn't really do much on the looming paranoia that's seeping through Subject 1's head, Justin kneeled on top of his owner's lap again and started stroking his hair.

"Oregon Butcher, huh? But we're in Massachusetts, though?" Justin said while embracing and cradling Subject 1 in his arms like a little child.

Subject 1 noticed what Justin was doing as he dropped his head on Justin's shoulder; whatever Justin was doing at that moment was helping Subject 1 to calm down, which the man highly appreciated.

Finally getting out of the tension of the media coverage about him, the man finally snapped out of it as he whispered a reply, "I think it's because Massachusetts Butcher is not as iconic-sounding as Oregon Butcher."

"Hmm..." Justin noticed Subject 1's distress and subtly tried to lower his collar while massaging the man's head. "But there's only one Salem, right? How can they link that to Oregon?"

"There's actually a lot of Salems." Subject 1 placed his chin on top of Justin's shoulder and took a whiff of Justin's neck. "The only thing we ever need to care about at the moment is Massachusetts and Oregon. I think there's even a Salem in Georgia, Iowa, and Florida. They're not the same town, just the same name."

"Is that so?" Justin pulled Subject 1 closer towards him as he wrapped his feet and arms around his body. "Why use Oregon, then? Iowa Butcher sounds good too."

"Yeah, but Iowa doesn't sound as mysterious as Oregon. I dunno, there's something about Oregon that makes it have this mystical feel in it just by saying it. Well, at least I feel that way whenever I hear 'Oregon.'" Subject 1 embraced Justin back as he proceeded to kiss his neck in rapid succession.

Justin slowly tilted his head to give Subject 1 enough room to kiss his neck. "Yeah, and I guess Massachusetts doesn't really sound, you know, catchy." Justin subtly pulled his collar and let it hand on the edge of his shoulder. He doesn't understand why Subject 1 likes his neck so much, but Justin had already understood that it is not his job to ask or think about it.

"Yep. I mean, Oregon Butcher sounds more evil than Massachusetts Butcher. Salem Butcher would have worked too, so I'm not sure why they didn't use that." Subject 1 could feel his libido rising as he proceeded to kiss and lick Justin's neck.

"You said there's lotsa Salem. That must be why." Justin could feel something hard poking his bottom. Without further ado, he started grinding his ass slowly and relishing on how it got even harder every time he moved the lower half of his body.

Subject 1 didn't really care much about what Justin is doing. All he knows is that he likes it, and he expresses it by moaning and groaning amid his sentences. "Or... haa... maybe... maybe they just don't want... uggh... they just don't want people to think that... whoo... that I'm a witch or something."

Justin chuckled. "That could be it. Hmph, they're still wrong. They deserve to respect you more than this." Justin hastened the way he moved his ass, and he noticed how much his owner likes it.

Subject 1 started humping his hips too as he proceeded to nibble and kiss Justin's neck, leaving more marks on it. He listened to what Justin had to say, placed those words in his heart, and played with that idea over and over. Still, he didn't know how to react to what Justin said. Thus, he remained silent as he pulled the collar of Justin's shirt to the point that he almost tore it.

Justin tightened his embrace on the man's body as he ground his ass on Subject 1's lap. With a loud groan, Subject 1 stopped moving his hips, and after a few moments, Justin did the same too. They both panted heavily, and after a while, they both fell on the bed. Justin was now lying on top of Subject 1's firm body as he whispered on his ears.

"The agents are here in Salem now, you know? We can probably do something about it."

"What do you mean?"

"I know you're afraid of them. I know you're desperate to take them away. I also know a bar where one of those two agents often visit. I can take you there." Justin said as he caressed Subject 1's chest.

"I'm not afraid of them."

Justin paused for a moment after doing that, but after a while, he showed his usual gentle smile again as he kissed Subject 1's cheek. "Of course. And you shouldn't be. You can deal with them the same way you dealt with Patricia, but I also know that you have no clue how you could strike them. That's okay, sir. I'm here for you; I will help you! I will do everything you need to do!"

"What can you do for me?"

"One of the FBI agents goes to a bar somewhere in the plaza. Guy's name is Barnes, William Barnes. I know that bar a lot; my childhood friend's family runs that thing. We can do something about him there. I'll ask my friend to do whatever you want. You still have some of that drug you gave me, right? You can use that to knock him out. I'll even let the bartender do it for you!"

Subject 1 bit his lip as a smile formed on his face. Justin blinked twice as he smiled while looking at his owner's green eyes. As silence enveloped the space around them, Justin felt something hardening below him again, which made his smile turn into a broad grin.

At this point, both of them have no idea that they're actually battling against two inexperienced agents. Meanwhile, those two young feds didn't know that further media coverage about them had only strengthened an already raging flame.

As their plan proceeded, our research about Subject 1 is about to end as well.

And as our research ends... Well, that means we have to take him here somehow, and you all know what that means...

"You're the best, Justin."

Justin's chuckled with the happiest face I have ever seen in my life. "I love you so much, Sir!"

"I know."