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Part 1: How We Got Here

Well, this is screwed up. I'm standing over the unconscious and naked body of the man I've always had unrequited feelings for And I have to make him disappear. How did it come to this....

Before we get to that, let me introduce myself and my.... let's go with my paramour. My name is Timothy Martin, I'm 29 and I'm pretty bisexual. I'm 5'11, white with brown hair and dark brown eyes and I like to think I'm pretty good in the muscle department considering I work out regularly. Speaking of department, I work for the SPF, Singapore Police Force. I'm a Sergeant attached to the CID (basically the detectives) and I assist in their investigations by....filing paperwork and kicking down doors. Not the most glamorous job and definitely not why I became a cop but not as bad as it sounds. I also have an... alternative employer. The local friendly neighborhood mob pay very handsomely for information about potential arrests. Information I provide. In my defense I was raised by a mobster and they pushed me to be a cop specifically for this. Never had a choice, in my case. Enough about me, anyway, let me tell you about my... let's be honest, my obsession.

Let's call him Zed. That's not his name but it's what I call him. He's an Adonis among men, beautiful, kind, everything I want. Is it any wonder that I quickly became obsessed with him? Zed's small compared to me. 5'5, and skinnier than me but somehow he's got far more muscle definition. His chest is perfect...firm yet inviting. He has a perfect ass, not to big but firm to the touch ( I have a thing for firmness). He's Malay, with dark skin and hair. He and I came up the ranks together (did I mention that he was a cop to?) until I transferred to CID. He stayed on patrol at Sergeant. It's just a damn shame he's straight. I've wanted to tell him how I feel for a long time but I was always afraid I'd lose his friendship. So I watched from the shadows (I say watched, you say stalked. Potato potato.) Not very dignified but hey, I never did anything until that day.

One of the upsides of being a mob plant is that I hear things on the grapevine that other cops could only dream of. Like when someone got taken out. I was actually pretty friendly with our hitman, his name was Dara (almost sure it was fake), he was an assassination master. He could eliminate a problem and make it look like an accident for a price. The family rarely needed his services but when he came in I generally kept my distance for a while. Anyway, to begin the story we have to go back about 3 days. 3 days ago ago when Zed was on a patrol he made the biggest mistake of his life. He pulled over my bosses (mob boss) son, Daniel. Daniel was high as a kite and had enough drugs in his car to go straight to the gallows. He knew it to. So when Zed smelled the narcotics and asked for Daniel to step out Daniel responded by pulling a knife and charging Zed. Zed responded by opening fire, hitting Daniel twice and killing him. It was all over dispatch, officer involved shootings are rare around here. I felt bad for Zed, I couldn't imagine what he had to be going through. Little did I know that his pain was about to get worse.

The weekly meeting between me and my contact usually happened on a Sunday at a little cafe near the botanic gardens, usually at night. Tonight was no different as I was wondering what they would ask of me this time when my contact, Lloyd, showed up. The usual small talk began, how's the wife? And the kids? How nice. That kind of thing when invariably the conversation turned to work. "Anything to tell us, Martin? The boss is a wreck but business goes on, ya know?" Lloyd asked me. It had actually been a pretty quiet week apart from the shooting. I said as much to Lloyd, who's face darkened. "Yes, that. Fucking pig shoots the bosses son and expects no retaliation? Don't worry, the bastard has a date with Dara, if you know what I mean." I froze mid bite."When?" I asked as I felt my stomach begin to shrink. Lloyd looked at his watch and smirked as he replied "Right now, actually. Dara's going to get the pig in his apar... Hey, where are you going?" I barely heard him as I got up and sprinted from the place. Zed lived about 15 minutes away. I tried calling him but he didn't reply. I didn't have Dara's number so I couldn't call him. That left one option.

7 minutes and a few traffic violations later I was outside Zed's apartment. It was nice public housing in a quiet part of town. I'm sure I ruined that quiet as I ran up 3 flights of stairs. I made my way to Zed's apartment where... shit, the door was ajar. I pulled out my service revolver and slowly made my way inside, closing the door behind me. I heard running water from the bathroom and inched my way closer. The bathroom door was open and inside was...an interesting sight to say the least. Dara was standing over Zed, who was naked and unconscious. Dara must have heard me because he spun around and raised his hands, fear on his face. His shoulders dropped and he dropped his hands when he saw who it was. "Damn, Martin, you scared the shit out of me." He chuckled a bit before he realized that I hadn't lowered my gun. "Martin, come on, put it down. It's me! I'm not going to hurt you, just put that down." I nervously shifted my hands. "What are you doing, Dara? Why is he naked?" Dara smiled. "Didn't you hear? The unfortunate officer is going to have an accident showering and is going to break his neck. Quite unfortunate." He chuckled again, then frowned. "Martin, I'm not going to ask again. Put down the gun. We both know that you couldn't hit me if I was standing next to you." I shifted again. "Is...is he...did you kill him?" Dara shook his head, surprised "No, not yet but why do you care?" Then realization hit him like a truck. "I see. You care about him, don't you. More than a friend. Am I right? Keep in mind I can see your hard on from here and I doubt it's me." I slowly nodded an affirmative. Dara smiled. "Ok, I understand. I've been hired to kill him so he needs to disappear. But you don't want him to die. I see only one way out. You take him someplace and make sure he stays there. You get to keep him and the mob's satisfied, everyone wins except the poor slob. But you can't make every.... Seriously, put the gun down."

My mind was racing like a hamster on meth. What the fuck did I do here? I considered all my options. Dara was right. I had one way forward. I lowered my gun. Dara breathed a sigh of relief. "Ok, Martin. Do you have someplace secure. Someplace you can stash him?" I smiled a bit as I nodded. I was into BDSM, woman or man, didn't matter. I had a nice isolated place, an old bar with a cellar. It was a failed venture by my brother who sold me the deed to the building when it went bust. Now I..."entertained " guests there. It also had some cages and other things I'd need for long term imprisonment (sometimes I bought the use of a slave from other doms. You know, buy someone for a month. Hell, my last girlfriend went on "vacation" to a cage for a week and loved every second. I nodded as I was dragged out of my thoughts. Dara nodded to."Good. Take him there. Figure something out. Just make sure that he stays gone, OK? He's all yours. " And with that, Dara left. I stepped forward, over Zed's body. That's how I got here. Now what?

I quickly grabbed the biggest suitcase I could find, one of the ones with wheels. It was barely big enough to fit Zed but it would do. Before I stuffed him in I grabbed some duct tape and secured his hands, feet and mouth. I also grabbed a blindfold and earplugs from his bedroom and put them on him. I stood there admiring my work, admiring

..him. I could see his dick. It was bigger than I expected given his size. He looked perfect. It took quite a lot not to fuck him there and then. I stuffed him into the suitcase and zipped him up. As I was his friend and had been to his place before I didn't bother with fingerprints. I just closed the door and rolled him out to my car. I put him in the backseat and belted the suitcase in tightly. Secure that Zed was safe I set off to my dungeon. A million thoughts went through my head. I finally had the chance I always wanted. The chance to have Zed. But it was under less than ideal circumstances. Quite frankly though I didn't care. I'd wanted Zed for so long I didn't care what he wanted. I only cared that I wanted him and I had him. I already had a few thoughts about how to make him love me. I know that it probably sounds crazy but after so long... I felt that I deserved him. These thoughts still circulated as I pulled up to the dungeon.

Finally, I was in the dungeon with Zed. He was still out so I got to work. I fitted him with some leather cuffs on his hands and feet, then padlocked him in. No way was he going to get out of them. Then I fitted a leather slave collar and padlocked it on. I cut away the duct tape and put him on a bed. It was a single and had carabineers for convenient restraint. I attached a carabineer to the cuffs, locking his hands above him and his legs below him. He looked so beautiful and I had such a hard-on. I didn't do anything to him unconscious because even I'm not that weird but I did watch him for a while until he woke up. He stirred, then looked around trying to see past the blindfold and started thrashing about, screaming into his gag (I'd left the tape on). I sat next to him on the bed which made him struggle even more. I closed his nose shut with my fingers, cutting off his oxygen supply. He thrashed about andd then stopped, keeping quiet. I let him breath and he struggled again so I pinched his nose again. This time he stayed quiet. He was still in a panic, breathing like it was going out of style, but he remained quiet. I ripped off the gag and he immediately began to speak. "What is this, who are you, please, don't..." He was cut off by me kissing him. No tounge, mostly because I didn't want to lose it, but still, it was nice. He recoiled and once I stopped, he said "Please, no,not that!" I took out his earplugs and leaned into his ear, whispering "Your going to learn to like it. In fact, your going to learn to love it." He whimpered and began to struggle so I smacked his dick a bit, drawing screams from him. "Listen to me. Your life? Everything you know? It's over. You belong to me now. You have one objective in life, to make me happy. You do as I say and I reward you. Fail, fight or disobey and I punish you. Trust me when I say that you don't want that. For now, speak only when spoken to. You will call me sir or master. I will call you whatever I damn well please. Do you understand me?" He stayed quiet, considering, so I slapped his dick again. He screamed again and shouted "Yes, OK!" I slapped again, he screamed again and shouted "Yes sir!" I nodded, satisfied. Then I reached over and pulled off the blindfold. His eyes took a second to adjust but when he saw me his eyes changed. A look of shock and disbelief took hold. "Yes, that's right. I own you now. I'll be back. Don't go anywhere." I got up and left the room. I felt terrible doing this to Zed. But I also felt something else. Almost... satisfaction. Finally, I had him. And with time, I could make him mine forever....