The Walking Nightmare
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The Walking Nightmare (I)
The Terrible Terry
Author Warning: This is a murder mystery and there is a character in here.
That I am not even sure I know how I created him. There is extreme violence in the up to
And including murder, please avoid reading it if it that sort of thing offends your sensibilities.
This is more of a psychological thriller with some detective stuff patched in.I am trying to write a spook book so new element. Please be gentle and I hope that you like it.
Please Enjoy
The Author
It was a very late Saturday Night, in Berlin Germany in the red-light district, next to Rammstein airport, across the main way, it was a very busy night. Over in one of the seedier S & M type clubs, the person that had just come in from the night was not from Germany, he was just here on a forty-eight-hour business trip. This would be his first time, and he had so been looking forward to it. He was every sane person’s nightmare though you would think quite contrary. He was nice and polite and precise to a point; could be pleasant to have conversation with. He was a sturdy six feet tall, had close cut blond hair, and blue eyes and was grinning. He looked pleasant and someone you would think nothing about passing on the street anything of significance had happened. As he went on by and nothing happened and then you had a good day and did not know it, you had been severely lucky.
It had started for him when he was fourteen as most started their teen fumbling and tumbling around. He had a different set of motivations for seeking the comfort, and since they had been the most readily available, he had had a long running series of one guy after the next. There was an equation that would explain why it had been so many, it is something like, ‘When one enjoys hurting, restraining, controlling, even it would be appropriate to say torturing you when you were around him long enough. That equals that when they can first safely do so, they fucking get the hell away from you. So, he moved on and found the next weak-minded person, those that either that are or can be made to be obedient. He was the sort that would work and put you in a very elaborately made harness and suspend you, knowing, that would restrict your breath and make you very uncomfortable. Regardless of what the person in the harness believes because he could convince a Texan to buy sand, it was the basic problem of the universe, evil existed, and for every time you go in a lab and just cannot make something balance out just right, it is possibly because it is not recognized and accounted for? Who knows, but yes it exists, and this young man was a walking personification of it.
Something in him was fundamentally broken, he got pleasure out of using, torturing, and crushing the weak. He was about to move up to also committing the occasional murder, the thought of it really excited him.
As he had steadily become more controlling, and hurting his partners, the behaviors he used were just horrific, but people would not think if you just met him out someplace. He had had one partner who was extremely submissive and really liked him. He just did not understand that Terry Howard did not see him as a person, he saw him as a way, to get his bizarre types of fantasies off with. All Terry cared is that what he was doing felt good to him, even if it did not feel good for his partner, who cared. When he had realized this partner would take quite a bit, he had begun choking him into submission, usually with a rope, cord, the crook of his arm. Regularly made him drink dirty mop water sweetened with sugar, and pretty much any damn thing else he could think of. He had begun to develop a fantasy architecture built upon Erotophonophilia. He would be a case that many at Langley behavioral, would really like to get their hands on this young man, bullet free and see what made his mind work that way. Any that had any common sense would say, “Fuck it, it is immaterial, and he is broken beyond repair, probably already was,” and ended it.
At least by the time Terry had reached that age, whenever he was with a partner, and he was always a total top. The way it was going to be was simply this; Terry fucked the person he was with they did not fuck him. They sucked Terry’s dick, on demand, he did not suck theirs, except for when he was just in the mood for it. If he put his hands on someone else’s dick, it was usually to torture them with extreme edging. Every time he had sex, and he always kept someone, as they did whatever, and it was already running in his mind during the act. He had darkly fantasized about, ending his partner’s life during the act. He would be rough, and tough, but he never acted so he stayed off the radar. Then he had started having the powerful fantasies about doing this and it sort of places him in three more categories. It makes him a lust murderer, with a twist, he feels and will experience a more powerful orgasm because his mind will tell him he is if he really doesn’t. The first time he does it, and he was coming closer to where that would be.
Most psychologists would say that if he carried this act out, it could be a hedonistic killer, and this is someone that does it just because they enjoy the act of killing people, it gives them a sexual thrill. These people exist so it is always best to be aware. Another term, they would probably add when they profiled this was, it was a lust kill. That just means that he likes to kill his partner during the act of sex itself. That was a troublesome mix of things, and not good for people that are regularly around this individual. He wanted a part of his body to be involved when possible as it took place, it just gave him an extra thrill. To him, when it came to a choice of him getting a thrill, and at the cost of your life, there was no hesitation on his part if he had the opportunity. At least he thought that was how it would be, then he had a few lose ends to tie up, and then he would just strike when opportunity allowed. He had to spread it out a little, and keep it random, whenever possible.
He could remember flashes from earlier, he had been at a lake with a friend wrestling. It was a slow day, and his aunt was way over from them and was reading. No one was looking so he had easily forced his friend to the bottom and held him there with a foot on his chest. His weight and strength had been enough. Of course, he had let him up, but he had thought as he held him, well it made him hard. He pulled his friend further around the hill putting more distance between him and the aunt. He then just stared his friend in the eyes and as he had his back to his aunt would occasionally spit right in his face. The friend, if you could call him that, knew to give him a hand job under the water. He lowered himself down so all you could see was his head sticking out of the water, so one would not be able to tell. If the aunt or anyone else were not around, Terry would probably be making him dive down again and again, to suck him off it would not be the first time.
Terry spoke only so his friend could hear, “When, I say the words, ‘Now bitch’, just dive down and seal your lips tight around my cock under the water and swallow all that I shoot. Just be casual and no one will notice a thing, just two friends swimming, bite me and I will find a way to hold you under till well...”
The main reason that they would have been mistaken about the young Terry Howard being pleasant, he was only grinning because of what he was looking at. It had taken nearly a full night of searching for what he was looking for. It was right in front of him and how things had lined up. At the website he used for such things, he had rented that booth and the person in it for an hour. It was at the end of the hall and none of the cameras in the dump were kept up. Yes, he would leave DNA here but there would be so much, how many must come through here, when the going got hard, and the circumstances he bet no one would look too hard. It was time to go, and he checked his tight biking pants, that had a zipper in them. He knew his destination had a booth with a glory hole in it, he also knew who would be manning it tonight, He would get the honor of being Terry’s first and they might not even find it or might give up once he had gone home and their leads ran out.
He opened the door and sitting inside the booth on the other side of the glory hole was not an unattractive young man. He was 19 years old, black headed average built naked young man named, Percy Pierce. He was American as well, he had come here without a good plan, enough money, and had ended up here it was something he would do at night for extra money. He was not happy about it but soon he would have enough money for a ticket back home or perhaps the UK. A very striking and handsome blonde came into his booth, engaged the door lock, and started his hour, and the light came on in the section Percy was in and he came over and looked down at him through the plexiglass. The Wall was half brick and half plexiglass cage.
He smiled and said, “Hey there Percy.”
Percy Pierce was curious how he knew his name so asked, “Do I know you man?”
Terry had started to take his shoes off first, then his pants, next his underwear and a big eight-and-a-half-inch dick fell out and it was already getting hard. He had walked over to the hole that best fit his height of six feet and took some flavored lube out of the pocket of his shorts before he came over. He had grabbed something else but was hiding it in the same big hand that was holding the lube. It was strawberry flavored so he put the bottle through his hole and said, “Can I use that?” It was to obscure something else, so he waited.
Percy said, “Why not?” He passed it back through and adjusted his stool over to the masked blonde’s hole and adjusted the height on it and got into place and ready.
Outside, Terry had put a little of the flavored lube on his dick and was slowly stroking himself as he once again marveled at even the security camera in the booth being out. They really did not care for their worker’s safety a great deal. No cameras over at the angle he was doing this either or would pick up where he was. He had a thin, clear spray bottle he carefully squirted the head of his dick once with to make sure he got a good amount. Only he saw it, and it was a little stuff he had brewed up himself. See, he was an educated chemist, even for his age. The best way to kill a story is when you launch into a diatribe of science, but this stuff, was a designer, or synthetic opioid that Terry could go into the lab in his basement and with a half a day’s work, come out with a fair amount. It had several properties he was looking for, it would not cross dry, outer skin of the human body, so he could spray it on his dick all day and it would just eventually evaporate away leaving a trace particulate.
When it met mucus membranes or was digested or injected, different stories all together. He had a friend that worked for him that had tested it and it was testing some 20X more potent than fentanyl. So, this bottle had a tiny overall amount of the drug only a few hundred micrograms in it. As to what it would do to you, if you were exposed to say a sprays worth, it would be approaching what you get when people are in the ER and get Dilaudid injections. One spray of that and you were high, two you were completely wasted, three you were starting to get into trouble. Percy slid his big glistening dick through the hole and now he knew it was time to happen.
He said disarmingly, “If you are in there because you like to suck dick that is one for you. I know I will enjoy it and, I bet it makes you feel wonderful.”
Percy thought, at least he is trying to be a charmer and started working the big cock into his mouth. Must be hot, that strawberry flavored gel and it seemed a bit wet. He just locked down and started to work it. He went for a few minutes, and he started to feel good, as in like one of the best goods you have ever felt, outside of sex.
“Yeah, that feels good just keep on doing what you are doing, little cocksucker.”
From out of the plexiglass, he can see Percy’s dilated eyes and how the lids were shrunk down a little. Plus, he had slowed down a little on the sucking. He pulled his dick out of the hole and sprayed the head of it down with another full squirt and put it back through.
He told Percy, “Put that in your mouth and hold it and let it get good and warm.” He sounded so sweet and disarming, if you heard this voice on the other end of the phone, most people’s instincts were to trust it.
Terry was grinning, this molecule, in the mouth, which of course if a mucous membrane absorbed this stuff great, particularly under the tongue area when it was good and warm. He took a moment to make sure the booth was still secure and looked around for any cameras he might have missed. He did not see any, and his current victim’s mouth was very warm and felt so good.
The drugged minder complied with him and put his dick in his mouth and held it to let it warm good. He was feeling better and better but starting to get a bit sleepy.
Terry said, “Stay awake you faggot cocksucker, you need to make me cum, and you need just a bit more medicine yet. I almost have given you enough, I want the job done and as I leave Germany you leave this world.”
The drugged young man, continued to suck his dick and finally Terry shot his hot load into it, as he termed it, ‘the faggot’s mouth.’
He said, “Oh fuck yeah, try and get as much of that down as you can, one last thing to do Percy. Lower yourself a little bit and open your mouth wide but leave my dick in it. You can do it; I know you can you little cocksucker. “
As the drugged-up cum guzzler, Terry thought, if he will just get into place, I can finally see what it feels like. He was strangely excited, and it was making him feel good.
He pulled the dick lower, and opened his mouth, as if he was getting ready to take a load. Maybe he was just confused at this point, he was pretty fucked up right now. Outside, Terry had taken to top from the bottle and poured a small stream of it that ran over the surface of the top of his dick and perfectly down into the young man’s nice mouth.
He encouraged him, “You did such a good job, now close your mouth, swallow all you can, all you can’t just hold your mouth closed.”
On the other side Percy rolled up in a fetal position for sleep and said, “Uhm-Hm” He did have his mouth closed and did swallow a big gob of it.
“Have a nice sleep you cock sucking faggot, I am sorry but your days of getting to do that, well I just ended them for you. For being in the process of being drugged to death, you gave decent head. For you, it is over, because I wanted it to be.”
Terry Howards looked on as he fell asleep, he knew unless someone immediately administered some Narcan to this kid he was gone. He was not planning on it, so he had just committed his first but certainly not to be his last lust murder. He took a moment to clean himself off and stuffed himself away. He pulled the baseball cap, that he was wearing on his head down and quickly exited the building and then on out into the night eleven minutes and forty-two seconds later, Percy Pierce stopped breathing, and was gone. The killer had been right, except for one of the younger detectives that did not like the looks of this, it had been ignored.
That night, a plane took off from Rammstein with Terry Howard sitting in business class with a drink of vodka. He looked at the capitol of the Country of Germany. He was running his finger around and round the top of his glass as he thought about secretly spraying the synthetic opioid onto his dick for that poor glory hole faggot to OD on. He just got what he wanted, he wanted dick, I gave him so much he overdosed on it. That little formula he had developed would come in handy.
Howard chemical had been a powerful force in the chemical industry for decades now. It was owned by and aging, Wilson Howards, that would be Terry’s father. Both were smart and it would be difficult to get ahead of either one of them in a lab. Terry was more of the true genius type, besides enjoying the process of drugging people to death by feeding them poison off his dick as he is being fellated. Well so far, in the future as opportunity presented itself, who knew? Inside of a lab when the son, Terry was not having fantasies of casually fucking his partner up the ass he laid beside them strangling them with a piece of wire, he was quite talented and very fast. While most chemists were baffled because some idiot project planner had not gotten the chemical equation balanced properly, he would see the correct solution, balance it, change the manufacturing specifications as the change required, case closed. At his young age held more chemical patents than most chemists do by the time they are 45 if they are that type of chemist.
His real passion had been secretly, and quite off the books, working on stuff that would help him when he needed it. His husk of a dad would eventually wither away, and all of this would be his. He was running a series of serums through a centrifuge, and someone said, “Excuse me Dr. Howard.”
He turned and many psychologists would say the young man, he seemed to be about twenty and was up from the mail room. They would say this smaller, black headed young man triggered Terry. His ID tag said, Chris Johnson, and he was not a big guy, but he was eye grabbing. He was not big but fit, and he was neat and clean. Clear eyes of blue are what he used to view the world with, and he kept is face clean shaven. This young man was a possibility, he was afraid that it was time for poor Scott to go, he was already becoming boring.
Terry did what he was so very good at, making people believe he was something he was not. He smiled warmly and said, “Right here good sir, and good morning to you.”
Chris Johnson took a package and got a clipboard and brought him the package and handed it to him. He grinned and said, “Good morning to you to sir.”
He also handed the clipboard over for it to be signed and Terry signed it. While Terry signed it, he asked, “I don’t think I have seen you around here before, just call me Terry.”
“I am Chris, Johnson, if you put them together it would be Chris Johnson.”
Terry smiled and continued to work his magic and talked on.
A week later Chris was in Terry’s apartment, sitting in the couch making out heavily. Terry still had Scott Rollins, his current cover as a boyfriend, but he had to secure a replacement first. He liked this one, so he was going all out. They had had a drink earlier and he had added just a drip of his magic spray to Chris’s. It was not enough to be lethal; it would make him feel quite good and relaxed. They had sat talking sharing their drinks and it had finally kicked in and the spider had caught this fly, but this was only a capture mission, most likely. He was laughing a whole bunch and slurring his speech, so knowing the stuff killed your inhibitions, as well as you if you got too much. The handsome blonde stood up and pulled his big dick out, and it was impressive.
He smiled at the young Chris and said, “Come here.”
Chris got up and staggered over to the recliner he was in, and Terry reached a hand, out and steadied him.
“Sit down on the arm of the chair.”
He sat down and seemed to be transfixed by Terry’s big 8-inch cock. He noticed and reached over and placed Chris’s right hand on it.
He had sprayed just another tiny dab of the opioid onto his finger and reached up.
“Chris, open your mouth for me.”
He did and Terry took the wet finger and took his free hand and pulled Chris’s bottom lip down a little and he rubbed the stuff under his tongue. This stuff that Terry had not even derived a name for yet, seemed to make people very docile and compliant. During testing it had showed to have adverse effects to people’s memories directly after dosing, so that was handy. He lovingly applied it sublingually to his new boyfriend. He was also high enough now you could be bossy with him.
“Close your mouth and keep it that way for a few minutes. Take your hand that is on my dick and play with it.”
Chris kept his mouth closed and started to stroke Terry’s big cock.
Once enough time had passed for the drug to absorb in the mouth, “Get down there and suck that big cock.”
The drugged young man, got down between his knees and began to suck on his big dick. Terry was not easy at all about it, he almost immediately grabbed hold of the back of his head and forced him deeper and deeper onto his cock as he gagged in complaint. The rest kind of went in flashes, but not ones Chris was ever consciously aware of fully. Chris being forced up and down on Terry’s huge dick over and over for some time. In the next flash, his hands are zip-tied around his back with one run around his wrists. He is laying on his stomach on the floor, Terry is really plowing him in the ass. He cannot see well, as he has a medium sized plastic bag pulled over his head and there is another zip-tie around his throat, sealing it on his head. Terry had your head turned as far to the right as he can get it to go, safely, and he has laid over so he can look at your face though the plastic, while he is fucking you.
“Hardly seems fair does it faggot? Here I am fucking you raw, plus I seemed to be on the side of the pillow where all the air is. Unfortunately, that means that you, must be the one getting fucked raw by me right now, and on the wrong side of it. I don’t care if it isn’t fair, it feels good.”
As Terry is laying there feeling good with every powerful thrust, he is landing, he knows the seal of the pillow is not airtight. But it is enough to help him and finally he if shooting off all inside of his brand-new boyfriend, Chris. He was going to find out how addictive his new opioid was and use it and get him addicted to it and use it to control him. As they lie there after Terry had really pounded him hard, Terry reached over with a finger that was a little moist on the end and inserted it into Chris’s mouth. His finger found that area under the tongue, it was a terrible thing to do. He was terrible and terrifying.
The bigger man spooned his new, one could suppose, boyfriend, okay drop the boyfriend stuff, that was just for looks in the community. He was nothing more than one of the lucky now, as I use him, and he lives to talk about it. Unfortunately, Scott Rollins would no longer have that opportunity once this night was over. He could take pain well, and you could choke him out over and over and he would, as soon as he had regained his senses, crawl back and suck your dick some more. To appear somewhat normal, one had to do what other people did. Okay, many responsible gay people partner up, some do not, one case is no greater than the other. If that is what you are your partner likes, great for the two of you. He liked a respectable, blue collar working type everyone loved. That he could slowly begin the process of completely breaking him down and making him into what I want. If he can, great, finally, but if not, throw him on the heap as of now and Chris Johnson was on deck.
Till tonight then.
End Chapter (I)
The Walking Nightmare