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A Service

When I was younger, I heard of a man who would do it for a dollar. Times change, the cost goes up. It was easy enough now with just a phone call.

I dialed his number.

“Yeah,” he answered.

“I think I need your services,” I said.

“Think?”

“Well, I know I need you,” I replied, “It’s some legal thing now.”

“It’s five dollars… Ten, if I come to you.”

“Okay, ten dollars.” I said and gave him my address.

He looked different from what I expected. He had blonde hair and a well-trimmed beard though I anticipated someone dark, with dark eyes and a long dark scraggly beard. He was very quiet, shy to be exact. He said just what he needed to know.

“Which one?”

“There, the one in the fence. Don’t worry; he wouldn’t bite anyone. It was all just a mistake, he didn’t really bite, or uh, mean to bite,” I stammered.

“He won’t bite me,” he said.

His quiet approach relieved me. Without judging me, he merely got the dog and walked it to his truck. I wondered what he did to them. Was there a hill somewhere with all these animal graves? Did he bother to bury them?

“I got him loaded up. Do you have a copy of the court order?”

“Uh okay,” I said, handing him ten dollars and my extra copy of the court order. “Thanks.”

That was that. I watched his truck disappear into the trees. Later, I listened for a gunshot echoing in the hills, but heard nothing. I guess the snow muffled the echo. I had simply paid him and without tears or sentiment, my dog just disappeared.

No Secret

Murray and John sat at the bar, chasin’ shots with beer.

“It’s no secret,” Murray said wiping his graying beard, “Jack’s a killer. Mind you, he don’t hurt people, but he’ll kill an animal without blinkin’ an eye.”

“How’s a man do that?” asked John.

Murray nodded to Harry, watching him fill up his glass again.

“Years ago, people started movin’ in ’round the crossroads. My daddy used to say, ‘Ya cross two paths an’ people’ll come.’ Well people came, with them came animal problems.”

“But why Jack, he’s such a quiet fella. Why not a vet or somethin’?”

“Hell John, the vet’s 200 miles away. When somethin’ happens, people call Jack, and he comes with his gun.” Murray swallowed the shot, squinting as it burned his throat.

“Someone’s gotta do it.”

“It’s the way he does it. No emotion, just heartless, then he takes what’s left and tosses it down some hill.”

“Down some hill?”

“I’ve seen it John. A hill covered in bones… jus’ bones. It doesn’t stink, they say the wolves watch for Jack on the hill, they know a meal is close. I tell ya, it ain’t civilized, it just ain’t…” he stopped as John grabbed his arm.

They both turned their heads as a man with a well-trimmed blonde beard ordered a beer and settled back to a table.

Murray looked hard into John’s eyes in the mirror and whispered, “No secret, he’s a killer.” He looked back to Harry and nodded for another shot.

A Darkness Within

Jack opened the cage on his pickup, walked the dog across his yard, gently opened a chain-link and turned it loose inside. Carefully fastening the gate, he whispered, “I hate to do this, I just hate to do this.”

He walked to the room shaking his head. This one was tough; the dog was perfectly healthy.
Jack wasn’t easing its pain, mercifully rescuing it from some disease or protecting the public from a menace.

He’d heard the talk in the bar. The poor dog, cornered and terrified, had snapped at its tormentor, who happened to be the young son of the town’s lawyer. It sadly became a “legal” thing.

Jack hated what he was. He had overheard the other talk in the bar.

He was a killer, call it euthanasia, call it mercy killing, he was a killer and he hated how he felt as he did it.

He prepared the room; he no longer shot the animals. He’d just pipe the exhaust from a small engine into a small, sealed room.

Reading over the court order, he noticed that the dog didn’t need to be destroyed until the sixth.

He reached down and petted the dog.

“Looks like you get a reprieve for a day or so. Maybe the judge will change his mind. “

Rather than move the dog into the sealed room, he led him to a fenced in yard. He removed the leash and let the dog run loose inside the fence. He watched as the dog surveyed the strange surroundings.

As the dog calmed and lay down in the dirt, Jack felt a tear run down his face. Jack walked to the glass along his sealed room and he peered into the empty room. Shame burned into the desperate darkness inside him as he unzipped his pants, pulled out his erect cock and began stroking himself. He continued, making a tight ring between his index finger and thumb and moving it quickly back and forth over the head.

Looking closely into the empty room he let himself come, dripping his thick, white load onto the dirt floor.

Squeezing himself tight, he milked out a last few drops and then stared as the liquid was absorbed into the dirt, leaving two thick white lumps of come. He kicked some dirt over it as he had so many times before and slipped his cock back into his pants.

“I need a drink,” he whispered, pausing a few more minutes for his erection to subside fully before heading for his truck.

The bar was not far away.