Alex, a 28-year-old hitman with a reputation for cold efficiency, stared at the crumpled envelope on his desk. Inside was a handful of coins totaling less than five dollars and a shaky handwritten note: ‘Please take out my abusive father. He’s ruined my life. I’m 25 and can’t take it anymore. – Jordan.’ Alex chuckled at the audacity, but something stirred in him. The address provided led to a rundown house on the outskirts of town. Instead of a quick kill, Alex decided on a different approach, one that satisfied his deeper cravings for control and abduction fantasies.
That night, under the cover of darkness, Alex slipped into the house. The father, a burly man in his 50s named Rick, was passed out on the couch, reeking of cheap whiskey. Alex bound him swiftly with zip ties and duct tape, hoisting him into the back of his van. Rick awoke hours later in a dimly lit warehouse, strapped to a metal chair, his protests muffled by a gag. Alex removed the gag, his voice low and commanding. ‘Your kid paid me to take you out. But I’m not killing you. Not yet.’
Jordan arrived at the warehouse as instructed, eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement. At 25, they had fantasized about this moment for years, the abduction a twisted form of therapy. Alex had sensed it in the note, the underlying plea for something more than death. ‘This is consensual non-consent,’ Alex explained to Rick, who struggled futilely. ‘Your kid wants to watch you break.’ Jordan nodded, stepping forward, their hands trembling as they traced the ropes binding Rick.
The scene escalated quickly. Alex directed Jordan, turning the abduction into a hardcore kink session. Rick was stripped, his body exposed and vulnerable. Jordan, empowered by the setup, whispered taunts of past abuses while Alex applied restraints tighter, simulating the ultimate power shift. ‘Beg for mercy,’ Jordan demanded, as Alex introduced elements of sensory play, blindfolding Rick and teasing him with feathers and ice, building to more intense torments.
Hours blurred into a frenzy of abduction-fueled erotica. Jordan mounted Rick in a reversal of power, riding him forcefully while Alex held the chains, ensuring no escape. Cries of protest turned to moans as the lines of consent blurred in their shared fantasy. Rick, broken and aroused, submitted fully, his body a canvas for their revenge. By dawn, the trio lay exhausted, the pocket change forgotten in the wake of their intense, liberating encounter. Alex smiled, knowing this ‘hit’ was his most satisfying yet.