The van stops slowly and quietly at the set point, after which a notification goes straight to my smartwatch: “destination reached”.
I quickly glance out the window: it is night and there are no lights around; the moon is not up there these days, the stars are barely visible, and the night lights of the city are far away. The van is immersed in total darkness.
My smartwatch vibrates again, signaling the arrival of another notification.
“Start the mission,” the message says.
I take a deep breath, then turn to that boy and wake him up.
<<Hey>> I tell him <<we have arrived.>>
He opens his eyes, dark as the night sky. I am sucked almost instantly by the intensity of his gaze, magnetic as a black hole.
I have been working with him for a few days now, yet I still haven’t gotten used to his beauty. That face and body keep baffling me even after all this time, and it sure doesn’t help that he’s half naked now.
He does it on purpose of course. He has no reason not to wear a T-shirt since inside this van the temperature is adjustable and it certainly isn’t high, yet he insists on walking bare-chested, just to flaunt his damnly sculpted physique.
He does it whenever he can, he knows his muscles are frying my brain.
<<What are you doing?>>
He gets up and sits on the bed <<What are you doing?>> he repeats seriously looking me straight in the eye <<You said we arrived, no?>>
<<Y … yes …>>
<<So why are you staring at me with that stupid face instead of doing your job?>>
<<Well, I>> but my justifications are interrupted by a sudden and resounding slap; the power of that blow made my face spin nearly ninety degrees, and sent my nervous system into a tailspin for at least two seconds.
<<Are you awake now? Or are you still sleeping?>> he then ask.
This blow immediately brings me back to reality: Sepanta may be handsome and attractive, but he remains a fucking asshole. Ending up working with him… for him rather, it was the worst of luck that could have happened to me.
I hate him to death.
<<I’m awake.>> I tell him through gritted teeth, resisting the strong temptation to reciprocate his blow.
<<Good. And now what? We arrived, so … what should I do?>>
<<So … your target is ->>
<<I know who he is.>> he cuts short <<One of those who tried to blow up an orphanage.>>
<<Exactly. And he has to disappear. But you don’t have to hurt him, understand? It is important that he arrives safely in the>>
<<Yeah yeah, I know.>> he interrupts me <<Have you analyzed his house?>>
I hesitate a moment before answering: doing this type of analysis is very expensive, and lately I have been slightly short of money. I have not analyzed it as I should have, but I have studied it enough to know how to act.
<<Yes.>> I answer him at the end, telling an half truth <<There are not many defense systems. The most worrying one is a camera connected to a television that he keeps in his bedroom.>>
<<Is there an alarm?>>
<<Yes. But that’s not a problem, it often goes off at night.>>
<<What do you mean?>>
<<It’s full of wild animals here. Cats, foxes … they are the ones who set off the alarm.>>
<<Okay, okay … but how do I turn it off? Our computers don’t work at night.>>
<<You won’t have to turn it off.>>
<<No. You will trigger it and then hide. He will check on the camera who triggered the alarm, and when he sees no one he will think that a wild animal was the culprit. So he will go and deactivate it without any suspicion.>>
<<Okay … but then he will reactivate it, right?>>
<<Yes, but once the alarm is activated it takes 30 seconds to go into full operation.>>
<<Yep. It’s a normal thing. When he leaves the house he always activates the alarm, and he needs those 30 seconds to close all the doors before it is fully operational.>>
<Got it. So I have 30 seconds to enter.>>
<<Exactly. All the windows are protected by railings though. So…>> I take a gray metal disk from my small work desk <<you’ll have to use this.>>
<< Okay. Is that all?>>
<<You will have to enter through the bathroom window. All the other windows are usually closed and the one in the bathroom is the only one that remains open at night … for obvious reasons.>>
<<The company has also given me other things.>> I say showing him other objects <<Narcotic dart gun. It makes no noise, leaves no traces, and you may sedate your target with this. And you will need to tie him with these laces.>>
<<I don’t want to sedate him.>> he says.
<<What …? Why not? You don’t have to hurt him. You just have to>>
<<I know what I have to do. Now let’s get to work.>>
<<Do you want to use the DNC?>> I ask him at this point, sensing his intentions.
A malicious smile appears on his angelic face <<Obvious. After all these hours spent here with you, I want to have a little fun.>>
<<But it is not necessary. I mean>>
<<I just want to do it. I have to get used to using it. >>
So I pick up the phone and sigh with resignation <<As you want. But I’ll time you. Try not to exceed five minutes of use.>>
<<Obviously.>> he says, after which he activates the DNC.
His dark eyes flash red, and his entire body quivers slightly as his veins fill and his muscles swell.
As much as it bothers me to admit it, witnessing this sort of “transformation” is always beautiful. His slender arms are now sturdy, his thin legs are now pulsing with power, and in the end he looks like he just came out of the gym after a super intensive workout; every single muscle in his body is active, swollen and ready for use … and it doesn’t stop here.
His reflexes, the speed of his thoughts, his senses, his balance, his precision, every single part of him, physical or mental, has just undergone a notable boost. At this moment Sepanta is no longer a human, he is much more.
The DNC doesn’t just affect him though.
The air has become heavier for me. Breathing is much more difficult than before, as is moving. It almost seems that gravity and atmospheric pressure have increased, and as if that weren’t enough every single nuisance that I tried to ignore until now is magnified.
The tiredness of the journey, the discomfort of the van seats, the burning in the cheek due to the slap received before … everything begins to be felt with the same weight of a boulder; the smell of Sepanta is also starting to be felt.
I don’t normally smell his body odor, but every time he activates the DNC it becomes impossible to ignore it. It’s intense, strong, sour… and disgustingly good. I hate it, but it’s a smell I’m addicted to now.
I don’t just smell Sepanta, I also feel his breath, the air that enters and leaves his nostrils; I feel his presence, which totally fills my thoughts; I feel his gaze on me, so intense it could burn me alive.
The emotions I feel for him are also amplified, but I have to ignore them! I have to focus!
<<S-Sepanta>> I tell him with a little effort <<you have to keep the DNC on for only five minutes.>> I remind him by activating the stopwatch on my phone <<Otherwise>> but I am interrupted by another slap.
The blow was so fast that I have felt the impact before the sound, and it was so strong that it totally deactivated my senses for several seconds.
When I finally manage to refocus my vision, I notice that a small blood stain has formed on the floor… blood coming out of my mouth.
Paralyzed with pain and fear, I remain motionless looking at the blood until Sepanta gently places a finger under my chin, lifting it until my eyes meet his.
<<Do you see this?>> with his free hand he shows me something that he holds between his fingers … a bloody tooth <<It was your.>> he says <<Now it’s mine. And the next time you call me by name as if we are friends, or tell me things I already know and waste my time, I’ll take two more of these. Is everything clear?>>
I nod weakly, but he squeezes my cheek between his fingers.
<<I did not hear you. I asked you if what I told you is clear.>>
<<Y … yes.>>
<<Yes…? Try to be more respectful.>>
<<Good boy.>> he then say with a satisfied smirk <<And now pass me the clothes. I have to go hunting.>>
I obeyed, and as I did it I could clearly feel my dick “stir”. Another brutal effect of the DNC: anyone who comes into contact with Sepanta while it’s active is slowly but surely led to physical, mental, emotional and … sexual submission.
The speed with which this effect occurs depends on the physical and mental strength of the person it is acting on, and in my case … well, compared to Sepanta I am not very strong, so within two minutes I will find myself totally dominated by the his presence.
Fortunately, Sepanta is unable to keep the DNC running for more than five minutes.
Of all the DNCs, the red one is the most beautiful to see in action. While moving, every human being wastes some movement by taking unnecessary or imprecise steps. Even the most talented of athletes is not without imperfections from this point of view.
Well… the Red DNC eliminates these problems entirely. It turn the person using it into a robot. Every movement, every action, every shift becomes surgical and as precise as a laser sight.
Watching a person move under the effect of this DNC is like watching an incredibly satisfying ASMR video because his every step, every breath, even the blink of his eyelashes follows a precise and fluid pattern, an organic rhythm inimitable by no other living being.
Watching Sepanta while the DNC effect is active is like watching the gears of a clock fit together perfectly. It is a beautiful, hypnotic experience, and combining the beauty of its movements with that of its body this experience it also becomes surreal at times.
<<I’m in position.>> the boy tells me once he has approached the house of our target <<Let’s start.>>
The first part of the plan goes as planned. The alarm goes off and Sepanta hides until it stops ringing, after which he quickly snaps to the bathroom window and places the gray disk on the railings.
I do my part and activate the operation of the disk which in a few seconds unlocks the grating; at this point it is very easy for the boy to enter the house.
As usual, he takes off his shoes to make as little noise as possible, but as soon as his feet touch the bathroom floor something unexpected happens: through the small cameras attached to his suit I notice that a figure appears on the bathroom door … a person as tall as the door but a little wider.
<<You … where do you come from?>> says this person with a heavy male voice.
Sepanta does not hesitate however, thanks to the DNC his mind does not allow itself to be distracted or surprised, and rushes towards the man with such speed that it is difficult to understand what he is doing from the cameras. I only know that the two fall to the ground, and that after a brief fight Sepanta gets up leaving his opponent lying on the floor, unconscious.
<<Is he the target?>> he asks with a low voice.
<<No.>> I answer <<I … I don’t know who he is.>>
<<So there is more than one person in here.>>
<<Well … at this point I think so.>>
<<So … when were you planning on telling me this?>> he then ask with a little annoyed voice.
<<I do not … I did not think there was someone else besides>>
<<Okay, shut up. Save your breath for when you have to scream, because as soon as I get back I swear I’ll slap you until I make you spit your internal organs.>> having said that, he starts walking furtively through the small corridors of the house, until he finds another unespected person.
It’s in the kitchen intent on looking at the windows with some caution, so it is easy to jump on him, put an arm around his neck and suppress him with an impeccable choke hold.
<<These must be bodyguards.>> I say noting that this person’s clothes are identical to those of the previous one <<Someone must have warned our target of our arrival.>>
<<Let’s play a game.>> the boy whispers in response <<For each bodyguard I find I extend by ten the number of slaps I will have to give you. We are at twenty for now.>>
Generally such a threat would make me shiver… but since the DNC is active I find myself getting excited by his words, eager to be slapped until I cum.
<<Hey, did you see something?>> we suddenly hear from a voice coming from a room adjacent to the kitchen.
<<No … it was just a cat probably. Or a fox.>>
<<Yes, a lot. They are cute … when they don’t piss in the garden.>>
<<Okay. Come on, go back to sleep. If we see something suspicious we will tell you immediately.>>
<<I don’t know. I have a bad feeling.>>
<<Maybe you’re just sleepy. You’re not getting much sleep these days after all. But now that you mention it to me, I also feel more tired than usual. But I don’t know why … I was good a couple of minutes ago. Now, on the other hand, I would gladly have a good sleep too … >>
<<Don’t even think about it! You will sleep at the end of the night.>>
<<Yes, yes chill … I know, I was just saying …>>
The voices cease, and the sound of footsteps materializes in the corridor outside the kitchen; Sepanta remains in place for a few seconds, then suddenly decides to move straight towards the door.
<<Hey, what are you doing?>> I protest immediately, sincerely concerned for his safety <<Stay hidden!>>
<<No.>> is the dry answer of him <<These dudes here do not even have guns. They are not dangerous. I want to have some fun with them.>>
Having said that, he confidently steps out of the kitchen door and finds himself in front of a middle-aged man in pajamas, shorter than him and with a belly that is definitely too big for his build; the man stops suddenly and stares Sepanta straight in the eye with an expression that is a mixture of fear, amazement and confusion before finally being able to say the first trembling word.
<<W-who … who are you?>>
<<Please>> is the boy’s reply <<run away. Don’t make it boring.>>
The man does not move immediately, he stands still watching Sepanta for a few seconds before the mere thought of running away is generated in his head, after which he quickly turns to the nearest open door and starts running in an uncoordinated manner.
<<H-hey! There is an intruder! Help!>> he screams while he moves away from the boy in a disjointed way <<Someone has entered!>>
Sepanta decides to follow him walking with extreme calm. He loves to chase down prey that have no way out, and that doesn’t surprise me. All owners of the Red DNC have similar tastes.
<<What?>> we hear the other voice say <<Someone has entered?>>
<<Yes! He is there! Go! Call the others!>>
Rapid heavy footsteps are heard, then another tall and big man appears in front of the door just crossed by our target; he is dressed exactly like the people we have already seen, in a dark suit and heavy boots.
<<And who would you be, brat? A thief?>> the man asks after looking at Sepanta for a few seconds<<Hey guys!>> immediately adds aloud <<There is a thief in here!>>
<<I’m not a thief.>> the boy answers calmly <<And your friends can’t answer you now.>>
The man frowns <<What?>>
<<Tell me … in which circus were you trained? Just asking because … you know, an anorexic dog would have done a better job than you in guarding that little fat guy.>>
At this point the man advances aggressively towards the boy, clenching his fists tightly.
<<Hear me out, I>> but he is interrupted by a quick, albeit light, punch aimed at his nose.
The man staggers backwards slightly, then shakes his head and looks back at the boy with a mixture of disbelief and anger in his gaze; meanwhile his nose is leaking a large amount of blood.
<<Answer this question.>> Sepanta speaks again calmly and confidently <<How many of you are here? Three? Four? Ten? I ask for a friend.>>
The man doesn’t even think about answering and throws himself on him with all his weight.
Since the corridor is narrow and he is very large, the attack is successful and he finds himself on the ground right above Sepanta. The problem is that Sepanta, like all the owners of the Red DNC, is an expert practitioner of various combat sports, including wrestling and jiujitsu. Fighting on the ground is an advantage for him, especially if the DNC is active as he goes from being just an “expert practitioner” to an “unbeatable monster”.
Unfortunately, I can’t really see how the scene unfolds, but after a few moments of confusion the cameras stabilize and show me a man partially trapped by the boy’s body.
<<I’ll ask you the question again.>> I hear Sepanta say <<Either you answer, or you lose your shoulder blade. >>
<<F … fuck you. HEY! COME HERE! GUYS!>>
<<I already told you … your friends can’t hear you.>>
<<What did you do to them?>>
<<First answer my question.>>
<<No! You answer mine! What did you do to them?>>
The boy does not respond and the man screams in pain wshortly after; now Sepanta changes his grip slightly.
<<The next thing I’ll break is your jaw. So either you answer me now, or you won’t answer anything for quite some time.>>
<<I … I … w-we are … we are only in three! And they are my friends! So please, tell me what have you done to them!>>
<<Three?>> Sepanta sighs <<Too bad. I would have liked to have a little more fun.>>
Having said that, the boy neutralizes the last threat with a choke hold, after which he gets up from the ground and clapping his hands with satisfaction advances victoriously towards the room where his target is hidden, finding him standing in a corner with scissors in hand, aiming at him.
Sepanta sighs again <<What are you doing?>>
<<What are YOU doing? This is my home!>>
<<Yeah but … I told you to run away. Why are you still in here?>>
The man does not answer but his desperate gaze speaks for him; the room he’s in is a small office with no exits except the door through which Sepanta entered, and since the window is blocked by the grating it is impossible to leave it.
<<It doesn’t matter.>> Sepanta continues <<You couldn’t have escaped anyway. And you have to come with me now.>>
<<I’m not going anywhere with you!>>
<<You must.>> the boy pulls out of his pockets the red laces with which he will have to tie the target <<If you give up I promise you that the journey will be painless. More or less.>>
<<J-journey? Where … where are you taking me?>>
The man is slightly stunned by that statement <<What?>>
<<You tried to blow up a beautiful orphanage. Where did you think you were going?>> Sepanta says <<I will take you to a place where you will be questioned. And no, you won’t be able to call a lawyer there. And you won’t be able to call for help either. And since we’re going to beat you up until we have all the answers we want … yes, you can call it hell.>>
The man frowns slightly <<Or-orphanage? So… wait. You are …? Wait …>>
<<I don’t have time for this.>> Sepanta cuts short <<Get on your knees and I’ll treat you well. Don’t and it will end badly. The choice is your, but you have five seconds to decide.>>
The man uses three of them to reflect on his next move, after which he decides to stab himself in the throat with the scissor… or at least he tries, as Sepanta snaps a second before the man moves his arm and blocks the scissors just as they were about to enter in contact with the skin.
<<L-let me go!>> the man yells when he has realized that his idea has failed, but it is completely useless as Sepanta folds him over himself as easily as he would fold clothes.
The man would like to scream, argue, fight… but he is literally overwhelmed. The force with which he finds himself crushed by the boy’s body is so devastating and swift that he doesn’t even have time to lose his breath before being completely tied up.
Every move made by Sepanta is pure perfection: it’s precise, powerful, just as violent as it needs to be, merciless and free from indecision, but most importantly… it’s beautiful. It is art. If someone saw him subdue and tie up that man, he would be so enraptured by the inhuman fluidity of his actions that he would probably stay there and watch him just to enjoy the show.
Sepanta finishes the work by taking off his own socks and putting them in the mouth of his target, using them as a gag.
<<Sir …>> I speak once the work is finished <<remember the DNC. You have to turn it off.>>
<<Yes. Yes I know.>>
<<You have already exceeded five minutes.>>
<<I know … I know.>>
Having said that Sepanta listens to me and deactivates the DNC, exhaling a long sigh and falling to his knees, exhausted.
His arms and legs are shaking, and judging by how he moves it’s possible that also his vision has blurred.
Now that the DNC is off everything goes back to … “normal”. The air becomes lighter and more breathable while tiredness, fatigue, anxiety, pain … all these sensations become more bearable and negligible; everything is back as it should be, and I feel like someone has just lifted a huge weight off my shoulders.
The only pity is that the DNC was shut down too late … I came. I couldn’t help it.
<<Hey … are you okay? >> I ask at the boy at this point.
<<Y … yes. I’m fine.>> he answers getting up from the ground <<So … we just have to put him in the van, right?>>
<<Good. Then move your ass and come here.>>
<<Becuase you will take him in the van. At least you’ll make yourself useful.>>
I let out an irritated sigh <<Okay. But turn off the security camera first.>> I tell him through gritted teeth.
I hate him so much … Sepanta is really the worst agent they could have entrusted to me. He enjoys making me do completely useless things just because he has the power to make me do them. Every morning he forces me to dry him after a shower, dress him and make his bed … in the evening I almost always have to give him a massage, and often I have to clean his clothes and the room.
I hate him … yet here I am, indulging his whims. I can’t refuse in the end. This is my job.
<<We finished, right?>> the boy asks once we have loaded our target in the van.
<<Yes.>> I answer while the car turns on the engines and starts up.
<<Good.>> he says sitting on the bed on which he slept before, using the body of the target as a footrest <<Get something and clean my feet then.>>
<<Huh?>> is my confused answer.
<<Get something and clean my feet.>> he repeats looking straight into my eyes <<It does not seem so difficult to understand.>>
<<Yes but …>> I glance at his feet, and in doing so I remember that he had taken off both his shoes and socks, and therefore he walked to the van barefoot <<why did you use your socks to gag him?>>
<<I liked the idea.>> it’s his simple answer <<Now … can you clean my feet? Or I have to start givin you the splaps you deserve?>>
<<Okay but … what should I clean them with?>>
<<I do not know. >> he answers while lying down on the bed <<If you do not think of anything, use your tongue. It doesn’t change to me.>>
I refrain once again from answering him in a really aggressive way, and retrieving a handkerchief and a bottle of water, I kneel in front of him and start the cleaning work.
Meanwhile, the van has already left our target’s house behind, heading for our base.
The fact that this van can drive itself is definitely a great luxury.