Commanding Justin

Justin is not a stupid person, uneducated, but smart enough to understand what's happening. Just one glance at his surroundings, he can already tell what the man was about to do to him, especially after entering the room with so many sex toys.

"If you scream like that again, I'm going to fucking kill you." The man said while pointing a knife at Justin's neck. The man didn't say much, but it pleased him to see his intimidation working. He always likes to scare his victims a bit. I remembered the man saying once that it makes his victims tighter. Whatever that means...

Justin surrendered quickly by merely nodding his head swiftly without uttering a word. Shaking, he tried to pull his hands only to realize the futility of what he had just done, for it only stretched his feet as if he was also pulling his feet along with his hands. Justin pretty much has a clear picture of what's happening and what will happen to him if he didn't play his cards right. Thankfully, Subject 1 didn't see him pulling his hands. Maybe he just didn't care. Either way, Justin needed to find a way to get away from this situation. At this point, he was already regretting accepting this job; he knew that he should have just gone back into selling porn in Onlyfans. So much for wanting a "normal" job...

"What's this?" The man asked while holding a urethra chastity catheter in front of Justin's face.

Justin knew at that moment what the man wanted from him. "I-It's a chastity thing."

"Chastity?" The man said, tilting his head in wonder.

Justin tried to ease himself up by smiling. He also guessed that this might make the man relax as well, so he wouldn't hurt him any further than he did earlier. Justin, at this point, already understood that he would get raped, the worst-case scenario is that he would die. Now, Justin didn't particularly mind it if Subject 1 did some sexually traumatic things to him; frankly, he was even trying to make himself feel better by making himself think that he would enjoy being raped by a man as hot as Subject 1.

But he just can't.

He can't do it.

This is all too terrible, even for a self-proclaimed slut like him. He had never once engaged himself in sex, where the top needed to smash his head on a glass counter first before doing what they sought to do in the first place. This is all too fucked up even for him. He just can't see himself enjoying this no matter how hard he tried. Thus, as he thought of the fact that there's a massive chance that this man might be the incarnation of his grim reaper, he started to feel a sense of hopelessness.

He might die today.

And he didn't want that.

Even if the man who would do it is totally his type.

He started to feel tears dropping from his eyes, rolling onto the side of his forehead. Justin didn't want his story to end this way, pathetic, miserable, and raped.

There comes a time in his life where he only wanted to be free, to live, to have some sort of liberation; we all had that at some point in our life. However, my moment of absolute youthful severity makes his experiences into nothing but just another moment of sinful triviality. I mean, come on, remember that time I did that massacre thing? Hey, come on, that was amazing! I regret that a bit, yeah, sure, but it is still a memory that I remember quite fondly.

In the case of Justin, he had long been accustomed in the kind of life where he would spend most of his waking moment either kneeling in front of a stranger he had never met before or just laying on his back after a single text from a man who would frequently cream him raw. Again, it's all a matter of youthfulness, we all have that kind of moment in our lives where we wanted to be the warden of our own prisons, only to find out that we don't even have a sliver of control as to when our cells open.

Justin wanted to change that. He did so by being a part of the system.

Sure, he lived his life until now as pretty much a trashy person who craved sex in every corner of the world, sniffing it until he found a dick he could suck, but what even is the point of all the efforts he exerted to move away from his past self if this would be the grand ending of his insignificant story?

He's already 28 years old. He's not getting younger anymore. Time is already keeping up with him, and before he knew it, nobody wanted to fuck him anymore; he knew that, but his lifestyle is still that of an 18-year-old kid. Justin wanted to escape that life, change somehow, be a better version of himself; he tried to run away from his vices as far as he can, but when he finally found a place that would accept someone like him who had nothing to show off other than his lifelong experience as a bitch, lo and behold, it's a sex shop. It felt like he took a leap of fate away from the life of cocktails and endless partners only for him to realize that he just returned from where he started, but this time, he's much more scarred, insecure, and defeated.

Not only that but in his first week in his first actual job, he was caught in the snare of a murderer... It just so happens that he really, really wanted to fuck this murderer, and the thing that he tried to escape the most from the very beginning is what drove him to where he was now in the first place. He wanted to be a person who had other things to offer other than his lust, and lust is what invited death before him. Justin felt sick of himself, and frankly, he just wanted to die. No, he's not overreacting. Everything felt so... Pointless. Like no matter what he would do, he would still lose. He just wanted to disappear until every bit of evidence that his life existed would shatter into the endless void.

"Please..." Justin said, gasping for breath, trying to keep up with his bounding heart. Before Justin realized it, his eyes were already gushing an endless spree of tears that he had disallowed to flow every time he needed to let all of his sadness out to fool himself into thinking that he's a strong person. But he's not. Justin is not the independent person that he always wanted to be. He's not a fighter; he's not even a bit identical to the steadfast character he made himself believe to be.

He's just empty.

"Please, man, just..."

He's just a crying mess.

"Just kill me."

The man saw this, but not just his tears. He saw the expression that Justin made as he cried while thinking about ending his life for good. The man gulped down his saliva as he saw the sight of Justin trembling in fear without a trace of affection in his eyes; there's only nothing but a profound desire to disappear from within his dark gaze. The man felt his heart skip as he saw the paleness of his skin and how sweat travels through his smooth body, especially when he saw beads of liquid traveling all over his neck. It felt all so... Appetizing. It's all so palatable that he could very much just chow down on his mean now that the table is set.

He didn't know what it was that suddenly awakened the libido within him. No, Subject 1 is gay, and up to this point, the man never really had any strong opinion about fucking another man, but this... This is different from when he pretty much worshipped that kid he killed when he was disposing of Mary's body. This is way too different. This time he just really wants to have him.

Subject 1 doesn't just want his neck.

He wants to have him.

"I'm so sorry!" Justin whispered, his hoarse voice resounded throughout the room. "I'm so sorry! It's all my fault; I'm so, so sorry! Please... Please just... No more, I can't anymore!" Justin's saliva gradually escaped his pink lips as he cried with all the fervor of his self-loathing. His tears eventually covered the entirety of his face, and as he spoke, Subject 1 could see threads of spit forming between his lips. It all looked so sweet and delicious to him.

Subject 1 wanted to just lick his lips to taste Justin's spit. He wanted to lick his cheeks all the way to his forehead to taste the grease and tears all over his face. He wanted to let his tongue travel within his lips to know what his mouth feels like. As the man thought about this, he pulled his knife again, which made Justin flinch, but he pretty much accepted this as an inevitability. He asked for it, and his killer happily complied. It's all so wonderful that Justin wanted to thank his captor.

However, Subject 1 didn't point his knife at Justin's chest to give him what he wished for; that is all too stupid. The man ripped Justin's shirt with his knife starting from his collar until it reached his prey's pants, cutting it with his dull blade until it reached his feet. The man did it gently so he wouldn't leave a bruise on Justin's delicate body, not even a single red mark would appear on the surface of his meal.

Subject 1 completely ripped Justin's clothes apart using his bare hands until he could see his prey's bare, naked body. It made him so...

"... Excited." Justin looked oh so miserable, so pathetic, so absolutely deplorable, disgusting, and damned, but for some reason, the sight of such lowness made Subject 1 hornier than ever. Such helplessness and despair that Justin showed him made Subject 1 turn into a salivating mutt, thinking of nothing but ways to dump his cum in the nearest hole in his vicinity. In Subject 1's eyes, the absolute vulnerability that Justin showed him made him view his prey as a beautiful creature that he needed to taste, gobble, and drink. Subject 1 just knew that he's craving to taste everything that Justin could offer, and he didn't know if he would ever get over him.

"You make me so fucking excited."

"Huh?" Justin could only react as his expectations were subverted. He had already ceased his tears in thinking that his death had already arrived. He closed his eyes, so the only thing he would see in his last moment is nothing but darkness, just like his life, just like his worth as a human being.

"Justin." The man said his prey's name as he caressed his bare chest. It was true that this was the first time for him to touch a flat chest, but the smoothness of Justin's skin seriously made him think that he didn't dislike this at all.

Justin paused for a moment before replying with his jaw dropped. "What?"

"Your name is Justin, right?" The man said as he threw his torn clothes in the corner of the storage room.

"Yes..." Justin then gasped, thinking that he needed to address his captor properly. "Yes, sir!"

"Good. I want you to teach me how to use these sex toys." After saying so, the man grabbed the biggest dildo he took and started slapping Justin's neck with it.

"... Pardon?" Justin's trembling ceased, and his mind had gone black. He couldn't even think properly anymore.

"You have a beautiful body, Justin." Subject 1 said as he licks his body; a drop of his spit even dripped onto Justin's chest, making the naked man shudder. "I want you to teach me how to use all these toys properly. We will be using you as educational material."

Pathetic, miserable, devoid of joy, begging for death...

People like Justin, people like the ones that the man had already murdered before this one. They all share the same sentiment. These people are just a bunch of miserable cretins that couldn't handle whatever baggage they're carrying even after years of telling themselves that they can manage their problems...

Such are the people who always come to us to seek our services...

... And such customers are precisely the kind of people that gives Subject 1 unconditional joy.