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Richard looked around the club through the top of his glasses, swirling the ice around in his empty glass. The room was much too loud for him. If it were up to him, he would be in a nice, quiet restaurant, with some classic 60s music playing softly in the background. Not this techno shit. Unfortunately for him, this was where he needed to be. There was a wider selection here, he would have greater chances of finding exactly what he needed.
He glanced around the room at all the college kids swarming the dance floor, drinking till they threw up, smoking till they couldn’t tell left from right. Yes, this was the perfect hunting ground. Yet, with the numerous options, he still hadn’t spotted exactly what he was looking for. He spotted a young boy across the room, grinding against other men on the dance floor. Too amorous. There was a young woman, pickpocketing a drunk man on his way out the door. No, no. He didn’t want a kleptomaniac. There was the bouncer of course, tall, large muscles, bulging tits. Yes, he was very nice, but he wasn’t exactly what he was looking for.
He was so absorbed in people searching, that he almost didn’t feel the gentle hand that tapped his shoulder.
“Excuse me,” he turned around in his seat to see a young woman standing there. He was tall, skinny, blonde. She wore a skin-tight red dress that emphasized her large breasts and skinny waist. She stood up straight and looked directly into his eyes, she was obviously well-composed and knew exactly what she wanted. “I was wondering if I could buy you a drink.” She smiled at him in a way that implied it was not just a drink she was asking him for.
Richard smiled politely.
“I’m sorry young lady, but I’m old enough to be your father,”
“I don’t see the problem,” she purred, placing her hand on his thigh as she invited herself to sit down. Richard gently attempted to remove her hand from his thigh, but she tightened her grip. Unwilling to cause a scene, he smiled politely once more.
“Young lady, I am not interested in frivolous affairs tonight. You seem like a wonderful girl, I would suggest maybe aiming for a man in your age range.”
She pouted and leaned closer to him.
“What if I don’t want someone in my age range?”
“Then I’d invite you to seek someone outside of your age range. What and who you decide to do has very little effect on me.”
She smirked, “It could have a lot more effect than you think.”
Richard sighed. Why him? He was a very boring 52-year-old man. He wasn’t ugly, but he never thought he’d be attractive to this age group. This had not been the first time a woman in her 20s decided to hit on him. Nor would it be the last.
“I’m very sorry, I’m not interested.”
“Oh but I’m sure I could make you very interested sir-”
Richard sighed once more and attempted to tune her out. He scanned the room once, twice, and was about to stop at the third when something caught his eye. A young man, early 20s or so, snatched a girl's hand as she tried to leave the dance floor. He smirked and pulled her into him. She pushed and pounded against his chest, but his hold was unyielding. The young man leaned in close to the girl and started to kiss down her neck, getting closer and closer to her breasts.
Finally, one of the other women on the floor caught sight of it and pulled him hard by the neck of his white tank top. He stumbled backward, finally losing his grip on the young woman, and nearly fell over onto the dance floor. Unfortunately, he regained his composure rather quickly and only smirked as multiple men and women around him chewed him out. He was obviously talking back to them, but Richard couldn’t hear what he was saying. Finally, a bouncer came over. They argued back and forth for a long while before the bouncer took hold of the man's arm and practically dragged him out of the bar.
Richard watched closely as the man struggled in the larger man’s hold. The bouncer dragged him out to a side door, swung it open, and threw him out into an ally beside the bar. He slammed the door shut and stormed back into the club. Several people around him applauded, which made the bouncer blush and smile as he walked back to his post.
Richard smirked. The boy was perfect. He was young, athletic, handsome, and best of all, a total and complete asshole worthy of the excruciating torture Richard had planned for so long.
Richard was very particular about the subjects he chose for his experiments. They had to be able to withstand whatever tests he was planning on running. They had to be at least decently attractive or else it wouldn’t be much fun for Richard to see their pretty faces in pain. And they had to deserve every bit of it.
Richard had done many experiments in the past, but he was particularly excited about this one. Especially now that he had a subject. Or, technically he didn’t yet, not as of right now anyway. Hmm, he really should fix that. Richard stood up slowly, grabbed the small briefcase he had brought with him, and walked away from the table.
“-because age really is just a number…hey wait, where are you going?”
Richard didn’t even hear the shouts of the woman behind him, his eyes were glued to the small metal door across the room. The door that led to his newest subject.
It had been a while since Richard was this excited about a subject. Well, it had been a while since he needed one. He had been working on his new solution for over a year now and had finally completed it. All that was left to do was to test it. He had been working on his experiments since college, but it wasn’t until his late 30s that he really got into his current subject; body modification. It was such a fascinating subject, to learn how the body works, and then to change it entirely. But the best part was certainly the subject's reaction to the results. The horror, the tears, the fear, the hate. It was all quite arousing. He only hoped that he wasn’t too late and the boy was still there.
The door squeaked as he opened it. The crisp summer air hit him as he stepped outside and looked around. To his surprise, the young man was still there, sitting on the floor of the alley and puffing away at a cigarette, nearly down to the end. The boy glanced up at him with disinterest before looking away.
“That was quite the spectacle,” Richard said, sitting down next to him on the ground, setting his briefcase gently next to him.
The boy smirked and grunted but said nothing else. Richard took this time to study him. He really was handsome. He had short, sandy blonde hair and bright blue eyes. His jawline was sharp. He was wearing a tight, white tank top that emphasized his cut muscles and baggy jeans.
“You queer or somethin’?
Richard raised an eyebrow, the boy had caught him staring and was now glaring at him.
“Not exactly, no,” Richard responded. This seemed to be good enough for him and he looked away and immediately started to rant.
“Man, people are always so touchy huh?”
Richard paused.
“I’m not sure I follow.”
“I mean like they always make a big goddamn deal about every little goddamn thing. Like did you see what that chick was wearin’? If she didn’t want some guy to come up and cop a feel, she shouldn’t wear that shit.” He was laughing now, grinning ear to ear.
Richard smiled too, this young man was getting better and better. He was everything Richard wanted. He smiled and nodded as the young man went on. The boy didn’t seem to notice as Richard opened up his briefcase and took out a bottle and a cloth.
“-I mean, her tits were practically fallin’ out a’ that little shirt. Shit, you can’t even call that a shirt. If chicks are always wearin’ that shit, then men should be able to feel em’ up. It’s only-mmph!”
Richard shoved the drugged cloth he had been preparing over the man's mouth and grabbed his hands as they flung up. The boy jerked and struggled, eyes wide with surprise. He tried to scream through the cloth, but barely any sounds came through. Richard held firm, all of the boys’ attempts were obsolete. Richard watched in delight as the fire in the boy’s eyes slowly dimmed, and his lids slowly slid shut. His body went limp, and he finally lost consciousness.
At last, time to begin.