Gosh, it was almost too easy. William always had a knack for seeing through people, and it helped quite a lot with finding vulnerable victims. His favorites were those cock-sucking gays from messed up families. They were so easy to single out, to manipulate and play with.

William got a dark pleasure watching them grow distant from everyone but him. Those naive boys just wanted to be loved and understood. Their families didn't provide that acceptance, so he did. He lured them in with promises of care and affection. He was the perfect romantic partner, always catering to their wishes until they grew dependent on him. He never got tired of the thrill he felt when he saw that look in their eyes that showed they were completely reliant on him.

Then, William would pull the rug from under their feet. Once he was sure all their relationships were severed, he drugged them and locked them in his basement. No one but him would ever hear their cries and screams except him. And he thrived in the idea that he could cause such pain and they were helpless against him. He loved watching them beg and plead for the pain to stop, but mercy was not something he ever showed. He only let them live until he was tired of toruring them.

After that, he just tossed them somewhere and left them to die. Police never were able to catch him. Any who got to close went missing and were found weeks later in alleyways or dumpsters.

Normally, William got bored pretty quickly. After making his 'pets' submit, there wasn't any fun or thrill to his work. Then he met you at a cafe. Turns out, you were a rookie detective, working on trying to uncover a recent killer. Of course, you were getting to close to finding out it was him. Doesn't this beautiful boy know what happened to the others?

What a waste, really. William couldn't even fully grasp your weaknesses before having to snatch his new pet. Though, it wasn't like this little detective had any relationships to get rid of the first place. So, it was impossibly easy to make you vanish from the world.

Though, he had to admit, your drive and innocence struck his curiosity. At first, he was nice. William only put his pet in chains so they couldn't leave and snitch on him. They just had to lash out at him. They made him resort to using the drugs. It was their fault for cussing at him.

But... he kind of liked the new challenge. It brought him a sense of satisfaction that he hadn't felt in so long. So, William decided to keep you around and make them his pet. He made you wear a collar, sleep in a dog crate, drink water out of a bowl, and eat out a bowl. Training them was stressful at times, however. You just knew how to make him lose it. When that happened, he needed release. And, because it was your fault, he should make them suffer, right? Besides, he liked seeing you squirm hopelessly as they choked on his dick or when he pounded into their ass.

That was the case in the current situation.

"Oh, sweetheart... you know you shouldn't be doing that, don't you?" William asked, his tone cold and calculating as he walked over to you. Once again, they had broken a rule. That meant punishment. "Don't make this hard for yourself. Be a good boy and strip, ok? Either it's your rear or your lips, you know that. Now, pick which one before I pick one for you..."