Love and Deceit

Chapter 11: “To the Lover of Nathan Welland”

I woke up first. It took a while for me to fall asleep, but with Chris’ comforting arms wrapped around me, my sleep was a peaceful one when it actually did come.

The previous day had been torture for me. Seeing my lover’s lifeless body in a casket, yet he still looked like an angel. There wasn’t a mark on his beautiful face and he looked as if he was simply sleeping. But his chest did not rise and fall and his skin was pale. He was cold when I had touched his face, and he wouldn’t smile. He wouldn’t wake when I called his name. I had a hard time believing that he was actually dead, but all doubts were confirmed when Nathan failed to respond to my touch.

He was gone… He is gone.

I got out of bed, gently, trying not to wake Chris. He was sleeping soundly, and I did not want to disturb him. He was an amazing comfort during this difficult time, and he would only be more of a comfort in days to come. I was to be married to Miriam in only a matter of weeks, and my stress level was going to hit the roof. Stress mixed in with extreme sadness was not something the doctor would prescribe for a healthy diet.

I left the room. I stepped on something that was lying on the ground just in front of my door. It was an envelope addressed to me. Well, actually, it read “to the lover of Nathan Welland” so, obviously, it was referring to me.

I picked up the enveloped and examined it. I went back into my room and sat down on a couch. I opened a letter and found a two full page letter, typed. The sender was anonymous and there was no return address on the envelope. Finding the letter a little suspicious, I decided to read it to confirm it’s contents.

“To the lover of Nathan Welland,
Mr. Carter Welland. Yes, we know who you are, and we know the relationship between you, and a certain Nathan Welland. We had been properly informed about your relationship with the other man by a very reliable source. In case you are wondering who we are… we are the ones that killed your lover.
With all do respect, we bear no grudge against you or your lover, personally, however, we are professionals and do the job that others pay us for. Part of the request we received for killing your lover was that we had to do it in a certain way, and then, write you a letter with the details. And so, we would like to present to you the letter which describes everything we did to your lover which eventually led to his death.

And so it begins.

Your lover, a certain Nathan Welland was in another city (whose name we will leave out) for business. He was supposed to stay there for two weeks, in which time we were supposed to kill him just before he came back to the mansion. However, his plans were changed, and he had to stay two extra weeks.
On the eve when your lover was due to return to your home, one of us had approached him at the hotel bar, while he was having a drink, acting as a young man who was interested in having physical relations with him. Needless to say, it was two of us who killed your lover and we are both young, good looking men.
Back to the topic of discussion. One of us had approached your lover, and sat down beside him in the hopes of getting him interested enough to leave with the other. Unfortunately for us, our plan failed. Though he did seem interested at first, he did not want to leave. It would have made our lives, and his death, all the easier if he had agreed to leave with the one that approached him, but to no avail.
Luckily for us, we were hired before the business trip and made plans to infiltrate the hotel before Nathan Welland had come to stay. We made bribes with the hotel staff as well as the bar tender to work in our favour when we needed them too. They did their jobs perfectly.
When my companion had left your lover’s side, the bar tender had given him another drink, but this time, it had a drug in it that would kick in, in less than two hours after consumed. Your lover did drink the offered cocktail and then shortly left the bar to go to his room.
We waited the needed time before we got the key to his room (it was for that that we had bribed the hotel staff), and then went to see him.
He was on the floor in front of the door. His eyes were opened and his head and mouth could move, but other than that, the drug had left him paralyzed. The drug did exactly what we wanted it to do. That way, when we took him, we would be able to hear every sound that he made. But to prevent him from yelling out for help, we needed to gag him.
After the gagging, my companion and I brought him to the bed. We were surprised at just how light the man was despite his built. We removed his clothes and marvelled at his body. I must say Mr. Carter Welland, your lover had a remarkable body. It is clear how you had fallen for him.
We had spent a good amount of time fondling the man. I was working with his nipples while my companion worked his cock. Your lover moaned a great deal, despite the gag, and probably would have arched into our touches had it not been for his paralyzed state. His eyes were shut tight, but I have no doubt that they were rolled back into his head in pleasure.
Not wanting him to enjoy it too much, we began to deliver a series of hard blows to your lover’s ribs. Along with that, we drew a knife and began to cut his perfect skin. Well, now his moans of pleasure became cries of pain.
My companion took the knife and glided the handle down your lover’s body until it reached his ass, in which case, he thrust the handle of the dagger deep into your lover’s hole. The rough thrust caused you lover to cry out, as best he could with the gag, again, which resulted in more of our severe blows to his body.
After giving your lover a thorough fucking with the handle of the knife, my companion pulled it out and then thrust his own cock into the opened passage. My companion slammed into him hard, and all the while I was whispering into your lover’s ear about the pain he was feeling.
My companion had informed me of just how good your lover would feel when I would get my chance at him, but for the meantime, I would have my fun by cutting your lover’s beautiful body with the knife in my hand. I would cut little patterns into your lover’s flesh and enjoy the sound he would make when I did so. It was interesting to listen to the sounds of pain mixed in with the sounds of pleasure. It was as if the one noise was trying to dominate the other. Your lover wasn’t quite sure what he felt more.
As my companion reached his climax, as did your lover. So, it would have seemed that your lover was a masochist. He enjoyed being hurt while taking it up the ass. I couldn’t wait to do my part as well.
Oh my, was your lover tight. He swallowed me completely, and absolutely perfectly. I never knew a man could feel so good, considering I had most of my experience with women. But it was just lovely to be inside this man. I wonder Mr. Carter Welland, have you ever been inside your lover?
As I was thrusting myself into him, my companion did not want to cut your lover with the knife, so the two of us indulged in the sounds your lover would make while I took him, again and again.
As I finished with him, I will say that I had the best orgasm of my life with a man. My companion and I had sex with your lover many more times that night until the drug began to wear off, and your lover would manage to weakly fight us.
Before much damage could be done to us, and before the drug wore off completely, my companion and I took the liberty of cutting your lover a few more times before we dug our knife, deep, into your lover’s heart. We then shot him in the stomach, just so that the sound could attract some attention and the police could be called to discover his body.
We left your lover on the bed, to bleed to death. The wounds all over his body were made deep enough so that a large amount of blood could leak out from there. Your lover was an amazing fuck Mr. Carter Welland, and the noises he made when we would fuck him were like the noises made by a typical whore. Music to our ears.
And so Mr. Carter Welland, we have done every thing we were asked to do, and though we do not bear a personal grudge against you and your lover, we will admit that having sex with your lover was one of the best experiences my companion and I have had in a long time.
With that, we bid you farewell, as we get our full pay check for the deed of killing your lover, the infamous Nathan Welland.

Signed
Anonymous”

As I read the letter, my hands were trembling in anger. These people… the people who killed my brother, my lover… I had just vowed to find these two people and have everything that they had done to my brother, done to them times two. I would find the person who had hired them and do something even more horrible to them than what was done to Nathan. This person would regret that they had ever lived, and crossed my path only to have my beloved Nathan killed.

The Carter Welland that I had showed to Chris when I first took his body was back. Other than to Chris, Adiran and my parents, I wasn’t going to show the kind side of me to anyone anymore. All those who were outsiders to my love, would feel the full wrath of Carter Welland. No one would be safe from it. I would make sure that all those responsible for Nathan’s death would suffer almost endlessly.

I would do my research and find out who was it that was hired to kill Nathan, and then, with a group of my most faithful men, I would go and personally see them suffer. I would go and personally see to it that they regret everything they had done in their miserable lives. I would not take any pity on them no matter how much they begged me to do so.

And, when I believe that they have been sufficiently tortured enough, when they finally reached the point that they see no hope to be let go or kept alive, only then, will I ask them who had hired them to kill my Nathan. Only when they tell me would I ever even consider giving them their release. Only then, would I have them killed. Mind you, I would not do any of that myself; I would just sit and watch because no scum like that is worth me dirtying my hands over.

But that is not all. I would find the person that had hired those people to kill my brother and, in the most creative way possible, I would kill them myself.

I could feel the mounting anger almost over power me as I heard Chris rustle around in the sheets of my bed. It was truly amazing how well that boy could sleep, but he slowly woke up while I sat on the couch. I was glaring at the teen. I wasn’t trying too, but my anger was far to grate to spare anyone the glare. When he popped his head up and looked around the room, he jumped when he saw my furious face. I definitely scared the poor kid, but again, I would spare no one my death glare.

“Hey,” he said, “what’s wrong?”

I crumpled the letter into a ball and then tossed it to Chris. “Read it.” I said in a voice that was colder than I had meant it to be, but it did get him to reading the letter much faster than he would have.

It took him a good ten minutes to read the letter. I had no idea that Chris was a slow reader, but then again, having dropped out of high school, he never got much of a chance to speed read through text books every day.

I could clearly tell when Chris had gotten to the more brutal, graphic, parts of the letter because his eyes went wide and his face looked as if it were turning green.

When he finished, Chris looked up at me, tears in his eyes.

“Why would anyone want this sent to you?” he asked. “Why would anyone want to know the extent of the details of Nathan’s murder?”

“That’s not the point.” I told him. “The point is that someone clearly wanted me to know exactly how Nathan was killed, and in the most disgusting, and cowardly way. The person, who had these people send me this letter, doesn’t want to face me openly because they are afraid of me. But this was a mistake on the person’s part. This indicates that the one who hired the assassins knows me personally, and knows the type of man that I am. This gives me a short list of people to suspect.”

“What are you going to do?” Chris asked me, his natural color beginning to return to his face.

“I’m going to do my own homework. I’m going to find out who these people were that were hire to kill Nathan, and when I do find them, I will make sure they suffer worse than Nathan did. Once that is done, I will make sure they tell me who it was that hired them before they are killed.”

My voice deepened viscously, making Chris flinch.

“When I find the person who arranged all of this, I will pay them a little visit and kill them myself. I am not going to let this person get away with the death of my Nathan. This person will pay dearly.”

“How are you going to do all of this?” Chris asked. “You have to prepare for your wedding.”

Wedding… a thought had popped into my head. An awful, disgusting thought. I realized right then and there that my list of suspects had shortened even more now. I would do my homework, and if my results point to the person whom I was suspecting proved to be true, I would confront them in the most intimidating way. This person was close to me… knew me…

“Just you wait and see, Chris… there wont be a wedding once I’m through.”