Today is my free day, so I slept in before going to Wade's.

Now we're sitting on the steps of his house, eating. We took our food to go from the bistro. That was my idea. The people there talking about yesterday's news were annoying me.

All the talk about what they would or wouldn't do, 'They say it's a serial killer. - If I were the police I would just go check every bachelor living alone, you heard the interview yesterday? - I think they should arrest everyone who seems suspicious and just have them questioned with a lie detector-'

What? We've got a town full of specialists now? I don't think so. Those assholes know nothing.

I hear Wade talking about something. But somehow I can't concentrate on what he's saying. Looking around at the other small houses and broken fences I eat my food, grumble here, give a nod there so he thinks I'm actually paying attention.

And it works too until Clyde comes by. I always wonder if Wade is using that much, or if they are just good friends. But it's his problem so I won't ask. Well with Clyde here it isn't that easy pretending that I am listening to what they are saying.

So I mutter a "need to do something at home, bye," and I leave them to it.

I watch TV for the rest of the afternoon. I should have stayed home in a first place.

In the evening I hear Wade's bike and few moments after there is the usual banging, but he doesn't just walk in, strange. I stand up to open the door, and there stands Wade, with some chick.

"Hey, brother! Meet Crystal! Crystal here is a real sweetheart, she'll do whatever you want her to. And when I say whatever, I really mean everything. She can shut her mouth about it after too, don't you sweetcheeks!?" Crystal nods and smiles at him.

I give her one over and I'm not impressed. Her dress is dirty and practically falling off of her, loose, probably from how many times she's already taken it off today. She could be anything between thirty and fifty. Hard to tell, with how worn out she looks. And she has so much make-up it's actually impressive she manages to keep it on without it falling off like a mask.

But from the way she's clinging to Wade's arm, she's obviously a hooker he uses regularly. So what could I expect? Some high-class escort? Not likely.

"What the hell Wade?! I don't need you to bring hookers to my house!"

Wade shoots the girl a look. "Wait here sugartits." Then he walks with me inside.

"Not for me, I brought her for you! Don't worry 'bout a thing baby brother. I paid her already and if you worry about your spotless reputation you don't have to, no one knows she's here, no one even knows she's with me tonight." He does seem a little nervous. What's his problem, now?

"Look, I can see that it's been awhile because you are starting to... you know how you get. And with the police sniffing around. I thought, you know, I think you really, really need to get laid! I think it might help you to focus on something else..."

Of course, he does. Wade thinks pussy solves everything. Whatever. I look at the woman again. She has seen better days but what they say about a gift horse? She'll do, I can have some fun at least.

"Well no reason for wasting that money, send her inside then."

Wade grins and on his way out he gives Crystal a push in my direction.

The things I do to make my brother happy, I think as a smirk starts to break on my face. I watch Crystal making her way to me. She smiles and puts her hand on my arm, tracing it up she leans over and tries to kiss me.

"No," I tell her firmly. There is no way that mouth comes anywhere near mine.

Her smile falters a little but stays nevertheless as a small "okay" leaves her lips.

Okay then, to the business. My hand makes its way to her nape and I grab her by her hair. I lead her, not too gently, by them to my bedroom. Her smile drops right there, good. In my room, I push her to my bed with "Get rid of that dress."

I go search for something I could use to tie her up with. Here! I turn around and find her waiting for me on my bed, already naked. Very good! Her eyes go to my hand and I see them go wide and she starts to back up to the head of my bed.

Ts, ts, ts... that won't do. I grab her ankle and pull her to me.

"I did hear something about you doing everything I want. Now, I want you to lay back, don't move and be quiet."

She does as I say and I tie her wrists with the plastic ties.

Each arm is now stretched to one of the legs of my bed. She keeps giving me nervous glances but otherwise stays quiet. I spread her legs and bend them so she can support herself on her feet, then I lift her hips a bit. Nice!

I get off the bed to enjoy the view while taking my belt and jeans off. I watch her for a bit then I lick my palm and wet my dick, giving it a few rough tugs. Now I'm ready.

I climb back on the bed, with one hand I support myself on the headboard, I use the other to get my dick into her. Then I grab her hips and snap all the way in. I hear a strangled gasp coming from her. I love the sound of it and I want more! So I start to fuck her right away.

She struggles for a bit but after a few minutes, she seems to get used to my dick and the pace. She stops doing that hot noise and even tries to participate. But I don't want that. I run this show.

I look around me, where did I put the other two ties? Right, there they are.

I stop to tie her legs too, and now she's spread on the bed with not much room to move.

Satisfied with the result I crawl on top of her again. I push my cock into her, this time my hand goes straight to her neck and squeeze. Yeah! And here's that sweet noise again. I revel in it as I continue to fuck her.

I look at her face then and her eyes are wide, full of fear, tears are rolling down from them, her mouth is open as she's trying to take a breath in or scream. Nothing comes out except the little choking noises though. In a panic, she starts to thrash under me but it has no effect with her limbs secure. Her eyes start to roll up just as her pussy involuntary squeeze around me and I feel myself coming.

Fuck! I breathe through the orgasm. I let go of her and take a few more deep breaths. Enjoying the moment as much as possible.

Okay, I guess I really did need that!

I look down at her again when I realize she's not moving. Damn! I look between us but there is no mess so... I check her pulse and yeah, it's still there. I check for breathing and it's okay too. She's just passed out. So I cut her ties and just push her off the bed.

When I wake up she's gone. I don't worry about her. If she knows Wade, she knows better than to talk.

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Wade's waiting for me before the auto repair shop we work in, sitting on his bike. I see the smug smile he's giving me but he looks curious too.

"Well, how'd it go? Feel better? Have you freed the beast?"

What do I say to that for Christ's sake? I resort to "Sorta."

Wade is on his feet instantly and whisper-shouts. "Fuck! You killed her didn't you? Goddamnit Jackson, I liked that one!"

I just shrug, but seeing his eyes go wide I add. "I didn't say I did, although it might be a good idea to not bring any more of your favorite hookers to my place! I don't see this one coming again anytime soon at least."

Wade stares at me for a few seconds then asks. "What the fuck did you do? No! Wait, you know what? I don't wanna know. Let's just go inside."

Yeah, let's.

Inside, guys are already drinking coffee and preparing for the work. They gossip like a bunch of old hens, as usual. I can hear them snicker and once they notice us, Garth calls my name with a big fake smile on his face. "Hey Jax, prepare yourself, they really start to inspect lonely guys living in the area. Starting up in Crowtown. Heard it from Wayne yesterday. With the house outside the town, it looks like you fit the profile!" He laughs and others join instantly.

Not Wade or me though.

Well shit!

Later on, we are sitting outside, having lunch, when Wade suddenly turns to me and says, "You know, it will take them some time before they come here. I'm thinking it's time you get a roommate baby brother. It'll be awhile before they knock on your door. If you find someone fast enough it won't even look suspicious."

At first, I find that idea idiotic, but after giving it some more thoughts I change my mind. Sure, sharing my space with some asshole will suck, but once the police come knocking on my door I won't be this weird lonely guy living by himself far from the city. I'll be this guy who loves nature and some company. So here I am, putting an ad on the board in the bistro.

All kind of people goes here so I hope the cheap rent gets me someone soon even if it's a bit far from the town.

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