He pulled back and spit my cum on the floor. I actually preferred for them to swallow, but I wasn’t going to get pissy about it. Like I said, we didn’t even know each other’s names and he didn’t know what I looked like. I’d fucked him while still wearing my mask. So, I’d let that one pass. He still looked fucking sexy as hell covered in my nut. I tucked my dick back into my pants and laced myself back up.
The man took off his shirt and used it to wipe my cum off his face and chest. “What’s your name? I mean, like your superhero name.”
I snorted. “I’m no hero. I’m not that noble. You asked me if I was going to kill that kid. If he had killed you, I would have. I give people back what they deserve. My name is Cobra.”
“So, you’re a vigilante?”
“Yeah, you could say that. I think it’s more fitting.”
“Well, you saved me tonight, so you’re good in my book. And Cobra is a badass name.”
I smiled. “Thanks. Now, watch out for your surroundings next time. This is a dangerous neighborhood. If you don’t want to be a victim, don’t look like an easy target.”
He lowered his head and nodded as he slipped his shirt back on. “You’re right. Thanks.”
I nodded, snatched up my flashlight, and slipped it back into my pouch. I opened the door, leaving him to the rest of his night. It felt good getting that load out and I was more relaxed. I went back to searching the night for scum and, after another two hours, I decided to take my ass home. The door opened and I drove my car inside. Jordan closed the garage door and walked back to his computer station.
I climbed out of my car. “Hey.”
“How did it go tonight?” he asked as he typed away on his computer, which looked more like a command center. He had three keyboards, nine monitors, and one hell of an internet connection with routers and all that shit. Truth be told, I’d rather dismember a human body than try to figure out how the fuck he put that computer crap together. All I saw were a bunch of cords and blinking lights and humming devices.
“It was pretty uneventful tonight,” I said, making my way to the bedroom to undress. I took off my costume and sat my utility belt on the dresser. I pulled on a pair of sweats and then made my way downstairs to the fridge for something to drink. I was extra thirsty. I pulled a bottle of water out of the crisper. “What are you up to?” I asked after I’d guzzled half the bottle down, quenching my thirst.
“I’m about to break into this bastard’s site. I must say, they have really great firewall security,” Jordan said.
I walked up behind him and looked at the many monitors, not really sure which one he was working with at the moment. Might have been all of them, for all I knew. “What site?”
“I managed to get on the dark web,” Jordan said.
“Lots of illegal and sick shit on that thing.”
“I know, that’s why I’m on it. I figured taking out petty criminals is good and all, but the real pieces of shit can be found here. I was scanning some pages and found one that is called the Killing Game. Of course, it’s taken me over half an hour to finally break through a backdoor firewall, but I’m finally in,” he said, typing away on his clear, custom-made keyboard.
Right at that moment, I zeroed in on one of his screens that featured a timer and a little kid tied up to a chair. The child looked to be no older than twelve years old, and he was terrified. Tears streamed down his face, making his cheeks shiny as they dripped onto his chest and lap. On the side of the screen were screen names from the members and it looked like there was some sort of bidding war taking place.
“What the fuck is this?” I murmured as I watched.
“I… I don’t think I can watch this,” Jordan stammered.
“Save the names of the people bidding, we may need them.”
Someone named Mr. Jingles came out on top with a winning bid of five million dollars. Now that the bidding was over, Mr. Jingles typed in the words “strip him.” And out of nowhere, a man appeared, dressed in a black latex suit like a fucking gimp, and began to strip the boy of his clothing. He ripped through the fabric like a brute as the child cried and beg over and over to be set free. He begged for his parents and for God to protect him. It was heartbreaking to see what was happening and know that whatever we were watching wasn’t going to end well.
“Oh my god, I think I’m going to be sick,” Jordan said, but his brown eyes remained glued to the screen as though he couldn’t look away.
I continued watching because I needed to know what the fuck was really going on. Next, Mr. Jingles typed in the words “cut off his nipples.” And the man in black grabbed one of the boy’s nipples and started carving into the child’s flesh as the boy screamed in agony. I heard Jordan gag, then he pulled away from the desk and ran into the bathroom. He didn’t quite make it to the toilet immediately, but he did get there eventually.
My stomach was far more hardened, but even I was sickened to my soul by what I was seeing. My god, I thought I knew what evil looked like, but I had been wrong. I had been so fucking wrong. If you could do this to an innocent child, there were no limits to your cruelty. You were a true monster in every sense of the word. I watched as the man cut off the other nipple, leaving trails of blood flowing down the boy’s pale chest. The look of anguish and fear on the child’s face brought tears to my eyes.
I was sure the people who were paying for the privilege of killing this kid wanted to see him suffer as well as hear him. I didn’t want to think about how many were getting off on it, or was it just Mr. Jingles? Did his bid also win him a private viewing? It was hard to tell because Jordan had gotten us the VIP entry into this site.
Again, Mr. Jingles gave more commands that involved cutting off the boy’s hands and feet, gouging out his eyes, cutting out his tongue, scalping his hair, and finally splitting his cock in two. The boy had endured every torturous bit until he bled out and was finally released from the pain. By the end of it, I had to find a garbage can to puke in. The image was burned inside my head of that boy’s final moments. There was no way I was going to let this slide. I had to do something about it. Jordan was right, taking out petty criminals was all well and good, but this shit here, this was where real evil resided.
Jordan came up behind me and rubbed my back as I leaned over the garbage can. “Are you okay?”
“Not… really,” I choked out, spitting the last of my bile into the trash. I stood up and walked over to the sink and poured myself a glass of water. I took a swallow and spit it out in the sink. I did that a few times before I could actually drink the water. “I ain’t ever getting that shit out of my head.”
“Me either. I can’t even imagine what you saw, because you watched it all. I had to leave, I couldn’t hear that poor child screaming another second. I knew I was going to see some crazy shit while on the dark web, but I just didn’t think it’d be anything like that,” Jordan said, wiping tears from his eyes. “My god, that poor kid. His poor family! I’m sure they are just sick with worry wondering where their son is, not knowing if he’ll ever be found. I just can’t imagine…” He shook his head and I understood him completely.
“We need to track down who owns the site,” I said.
“What about the sons of bitches who bid on it? Who want the victims to die?” Jordan asked.
I turned and leaned against the counter. “We need to cut the head off of the snake, not start at its tail. The people bidding could be from all over the world.”
“True, but they need to pay, too,” Jordan protested.
I stared at him for a few seconds, contemplating what he was saying. “You’re right… they should pay too. Do what you can to find out who these people are.”
Jordan nodded. “I’ll dig as far as I can to discover who’s behind the site. They have another killing coming up in the next twenty-four hours.”
“Jesus fucking Christ! I don’t even want to think about what’s going to happen next,” I said. I actually needed a stiff drink, but I didn’t even
want to bother because the buzz wouldn’t last long enough to make me forget what the fuck I’d just seen. “I had such a decent night until I saw that shit.”
“Did you have to kill anyone?” Jordan asked.
I shook my head. “No, not tonight. You know, I don’t always kill when I go out. I’m not a serial murderer.”
Jordan smirked. “I know that. I also know that you will do whatever it is that needs to be done. I guess I just wanted to hear about a bad guy getting what was coming to him after watching that video.”
I nodded. “I get you. I did bust some bitch ass drug dealer’s ear drums and fucked his wrist up.”
“Oh! That’s good news,” Jordan said.
“I also scared the piss out of some punk kid who was trying to rob this hot guy.”
“I thought you seemed pretty relaxed when you got home. Did you fuck the hot guy?”
I raised both eyebrows, surprised by his question. “How’d you guess?”
“You had that look in your eyes when you first came home,” Jordan explained. “Was he good?”
I nodded. “Not better than you, though.”
Jordan scoffed. “My ass is one of a kind, that’s why.” He smiled, then he gave me the side-eye. “Did you use protection?”
I rolled my eyes. “I swear, I don’t need that shit, Jordan.”
“I take it you didn’t.”
“No. I did pull out before I came, but no.”
“You know, it doesn’t matter anyway. You said you didn’t get sick and I believe you now,” Jordan said. “I guess it’s just a force of habit for me to ask.”
I cocked an eyebrow. “That’s because you’re a hypochondriac. Anyway, what do you mean ‘it doesn’t matter’?”
“Well, remember last month when we fucked in the shower?”
I smiled, because that was the only time I’d been able to get inside Jordan’s sweet ass to ride him bareback. He’d smoked a ton of weed that day and wasn’t his usual rigid self. “Yeah, how can I forget?” Even though we enjoyed ourselves, once the high wore off, he was obsessing about how reckless we’d acted and had been on a bit of an edge ever since.
He rolled his eyes. “Anyway, I was stressing about fucking you unprotected, because I know you don’t really care about that kind of thing. Which, if you think about it, was kind of stupid on your part.”
“Stupid on my part?”
“Yeah, you’re going around sticking your cock in a bunch of different asses, and you really weren’t one hundred percent sure that you were immune to shit.”
Okay, yeah, he had a point. But shit, I never got sick, I was super strong, my skin couldn’t be penetrated… I took a wild guess. “You have a point, but get back to what you were saying.”
“Well, anyway, I got us tested and we’re clean… so I guess you were right all along. But I still want you to wash your dick off before you stick it in me if you stuck it in some other dude’s ass.”
“Wait, what do you mean, you got us tested? Where?”
“Don’t panic. I have a really good friend who works at a sperm bank and she tested your semen. She was pretty amazed by what she discovered, but I told her it came from a one night stand, so she has no idea where the sample came from.”
“Jesus, Jordan… what if she reports it?”
“She won’t… I was there the entire time and took the samples with me. I’m not an idiot. Anyway, it seems like your antibodies attack and destroy any bacteria or virus within seconds. She wanted to keep a little bit of it for medical purposes, but I wouldn’t let her.”
I sighed and shook my head. “You should have told me you were going to do that.”
“I trust her, like I trust you. She won’t say anything, I swear. I didn’t just do this for me. I did it for us. You needed to know you were going to be safe. I don’t think you know all of the things you need to know about yourself. You’ve been too cautious to find out how your body works. This discovery was important, Eric,” Jordan stated.
It was hard to disagree with him when he was making sense. I just panicked sometimes when experiments were run on me in any capacity. Still, I was glad to know that what I believed about myself was true. “You’re right. It’s good we know now.”
“I’m glad you’re okay with this,” Jordan said.
Well, the prospect of going bareback with Jordan from now on was a dream come true, so fine… I’d adhere to his wishes and wash my dick off. Damn him and his worrisome ass. “Sure, not a problem. We need to stock some sani-wipes.”
Jordan rolled his eyes. “Good, because I really want to have sex with you again just like that, but not tonight. I’m so not in the mood tonight,” he said, and his tone changed into one that was more somber.
Yeah, I wasn’t in the mood either. As odd as this conversation was, it did take my mind off of that sick shit I saw on the dark web for a few minutes at least. How did one move on from seeing something like that? I was willing to bet both Jordan and I were going to have nightmares tonight.
“God, that poor kid. I can’t get him out of my mind.” Jordan poured himself a glass of water.
I rubbed his back and leaned over, kissing him on his temple. “I know. You do what you do best, and I’ll make sure those sons of bitches pay.”
“Do we have any weed?” Jordan asked me.
I shrugged. “How should I know? You smoke the shit more than I do.”
“I think we have a few ounces left.”
“Ounces? We had a pound a month ago. How much of that shit do you smoke a day?”
He shrugged. “It helps me be more creative.”
“Yeah, I bet.” I chuckled.
“It does.”
“I think you just like getting high,” I quipped.
“That too.” Jordan smiled.
“I took down a dealer tonight, he was selling meth. After watching that live feed, I’m almost inclined to smoke it. I feel like I need to erase the last hour of this night.”
“You and me both.” He walked up to me, wrapping his arms around my waist, and I held him close to me. That was when the floodgates opened and he cried hard, his tears dripping down my chest. “I hope I have the strength to help you take these people down.”
“You will, don’t worry. You won’t have to look at any more videos. Just follow the money trail. We need to find out who these people are, where they are, how they are finding their victims. Together, we can do this,” I said. I kissed his forehead and led him to the bedroom. It was late as fuck and neither one of us were going to have sweet dreams.
Chapter Six
Turns out, I was right. Neither Jordan nor I were able to sleep. We both tossed and turned for hours even after the sun rose. Eventually, Jordan had to get up and get ready for school. I struggled to sleep still, but it really wasn’t working, so when Jordan came out of the bathroom, I got up and took a piss. I met up with Jordan in the kitchen over a cup of coffee.
“How tired are you this morning?” I asked, sipping my coffee.
“Exhausted, and if I didn’t have a test to take today, I would totally stay in,” he said.
I nodded. “Be careful.”
Jordan walked over to me, kissed me, and then grabbed his car keys. He was out and heading to school and I was left at home, alone. I looked at Jordan’s computer and wondered if I should try to get on it. In the end, I decided to leave it alone. We still had a laptop and that was the computer I was used to. I got online and looked up the site, “Killing Game”. A few sites popped up about online gaming, or links to video games where people got a chance to kill fake shit. There was the movie, but nothing like what I saw yesterday. No articles about it or anything at all. It really was all about the dark web. It was fucked up.
I decided to take apart the new gun I’d acquired the night before and clean it. The serial number was already filed away, so at least that was taken care of. After about an hour of doing menial tasks, I started to feel sleepy, so I tried laying down again. When I woke up, Jordan was st
anding over me with a piece of paper in his hand.
I sat up and wiped my eyes. “What’s up?”
“I didn’t find out who is running the site… yet, but I did break through one of their firewalls to discover one of their clients.”
Holy shit! That was amazing. “Really? Who is it?” I took the piece of paper he handed to me and looked over the information and the photo.
“Believe it or not, someone local. I think that’s why it was easier for me to trace the money trail. His name is Walter Darring.”
I shrugged. “I have no idea who that is, other than some sick, rich, son of a bitch.” He looked like a snobby motherfucker, too. Salt and pepper hair, slicked back, beard nicely trimmed. He looked to be about six feet, and I was sure the suit he was wearing in the photo cost more than a year’s rent.
“He’s a multimillionaire,” Jordan said. “A real estate mogul. He lives in the Crystalane neighborhood where all of the other rich folks live. Far away from urban life.”
“What was his screen name?”
“Mr. Jingles.”
“Seems like you found him quickly.”
Jordan nodded. “You can say it was personal. I couldn’t sleep last night, but while I tossed and turned, I had some ideas of how to run a few algorithms. Once I broke through the mainframe—”
“I’m going to stop you right there, because I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about. It would be like me trying to explain the components of a gun to you. In one ear and out of the other,” I pointed out.
He laughed. “Fine, I get it. Good thing is, I was able to ferret one of these assholes out. They have a lot of routers bouncing their IP addresses around, but I’m going to find out who they all are. Consider me highly motivated.”
“I’ll check this motherfucker, Walter, out, do some recon. He won’t be enjoying his time on the Killing Game website for much longer,” I said. “I’ll make him suffer like he made that boy suffer.”
Jordan nodded. “Good.” He walked back over to his huge computer station and sat down. I guess he was getting back to hacking, and that meant I needed to get into gear and check out this Walter Darring. I took a quick shower and put on my costume, all but the mask and gauntlets. Those went on last before I left my home. For now, I needed to grab myself something to eat. No good fighting crime on an empty stomach. We had some leftover ribs in the fridge, so I heated that up and ate it.
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