Brian stared out of the window, his eyes transfixed on the elite soldiers that patrolled the land.

Everywhere the soldiers went they had the attention of the ladies in their sexy slick look. Dressed in a red cape and slick black briefs the soldiers were nicknamed Spartans after the legendary Ancient Greek warriors and one of the main things that Brian loved about the uniform was the sexy aesthetics that were constantly on show from the soldiers amazing torsos to their powerful defined legs and he couldn’t get enough of it.

One day whilst Brian was out in the city square a new billboard was going up with the picture of one of the Spartan warriors. It was always a somber moment when these large posters went up throughout the land as it meant that yet another Spartan had lost their life.

As Brian stopped and paid his respects, he overheard another man speaking to his friend

“There’s a reason that those guys are so highly paid. The dangers that come with that job as huge. Their always keep us safe from the weird creatures out there and sometimes at the cost of their own life’s.”

The other man turned to his friend “yep. I know.” He replied, “did you know that if a Spartan doesn’t come back from patrol they give him seven days to return before declaring him dead and starting the mourning process.”

His friend nodded in agreement “yeah that’s true. They never go looking for a missing colleague, they never endanger a colleague. Apparently, it’s because a lot of the time the Spartans are killed by creatures that like to devour them so there’s nothing left. But if they do find the remains, they at least give them a good send off.”

Later that day Brian was at home staring at the sexy Spartan that just walked past his house. As he stared his mind reminded him what the guys had said in the town center and he relished he could have his own way with a Spartan and no one would know or even look for them.

As he lay in bed that night he made the decision to kill one of the sexy elite warriors.

The next morning Brian got everything ready that he needed, and now waited to see which unlucky Spartan would be patrolling their last ever route today. He hoped it would be one of a few that he had previously liked but to his surprise he spotted a warrior he had never seen before but one that perfectly fit the bill of a target.

Chris was a fine specimen of a young man, handsome with a great aesthetic body and amazing muscular legs. He’d been after the opportunity to patrol this area for a while and had been getting fed up with the areas he had been given. This time he had finally been given the chance but was unaware of the cruel game fate was about to play upon him.

Brian observed the young hunk as plucked the courage up to go and speak to the young man and lure him in. He knew if he could do that then the next part would be easy.

“Hey excuse me sir,” Brian shouted as he ran forwards to grab Chris’s attention. “I think I just saw something in my garden.” Chris turned and hurried towards Brian’s house and followed the young man in the door.

Both men now stood in the garden as their eyes scoured the bushes for any more signs of the alleged beast that lurked. Chris searched and prodded his sword into the bushes but there were no signs of abnormal life from within.

Turning to Brian he said “Whatever you had I here looks like it’s long gone. I’ll be heading off.”

Brian stared at Chris and knew he couldn’t let the muscular hunk leave. “Thanks for checking. I feel bad that I disturbed your patrol. Can a get you a drink or give you a bit of food before you head on your way.”

“No thank you.” Chris replied, “I’ll have to get back on my patrol.” Just as the two reentered the house fate would deal Chris another card as a rain storm developed and as they stood in Brian’s kitchen Chris had a change of mind.

“Hey, you know what. I think I’ll take that drink if you don’t mind. And would you mind if I just sheltered here until it stopped raining.”

“That’s fine.” Brian replied, “Go take a seat and I’ll bring you in the water.”

Chris placed his weapons down and sat on the sofa as Brian headed into the kitchen and grabbed two bottles of water, taking the one he intended to give Chris he emptied in the contents of a small pouch put the lid back on and shook it about a little bit. Brian smiled as he watched the last of the powder dissolve in the water knowing he would soon have the sexy warrior where he wanted him.

“Thanks.” Chris replied as he opened the bottle and took a few gulps.

Brian now eagerly waited the 15 minutes for the drugs to take effect. As he did, he engaged Chris in general conversation and imagined the fun he would soon be having with the hunk.

Around 20 minutes had passed and Brian soon noticed the side effects beginning to take effect on Chris as the young man began to rub his head and blink aimlessly a number of times.

Minutes later Chris sat back with his head laying against the back of the sofa. Knowing the time was near the killer got himself into position next to Chris on the couch. He placed his hand on Chris’s thick smooth thigh and slowly massaged his hand upwards.

Chris mumbled incoherently as he did so and let out a bit of an erotic moan as Brian now cupped the warrior’s manhood and had a fondle before caressing the young warriors sexy torso.

It wasn’t until Brian’s hand had reached the top of Chris’s chest that the drugged hunk reacted “Hey what you doing?” Chris said as he patted Brian’s hand away.

“What I had planned all along.” Brian replied as he wrapped his hands tightly around the helpless warriors throat

The hunk gasped as Brian began to strangle the life out of him and brought his arms up in an attempt to pull Brian’s away but the drugs, he’d been slipped meant he was no match for his killer. Chris’s flaying arms managed to scratch Brian on the arm as his bare legs desperately kicked out at the floor. Chris continued to gasp for air but Brian’s attack was relentless. The young warrior had no intention of dying, especially this way and managed to put up a good fight, so much so his attempts to live made Brian grow hard.

Chris’s face started to go red as he knew the inevitable would soon come, a few tears slowly began to run down his cheek. Seconds later Chris let out an elongated groan as his body arched up for a split second and his arms dropped by his side.

Brian moved in towards Chris’s face his hands still wrapped tightly around his prey’s throat. Chris’s eyes wide open as they stared up into the abyss, his tongue slightly protruding from his mouth as the last drops of dripple fell onto his chest and the sofa. Brian kissed Chris passionately and as he did he felt the dead warrior convulse underneath him.

Once he’d finished, he took the time to fondle and play with the straight hunk. Once he had explored every inch of the muscular stud he took a few photos for his own private collection.

He positioned his victim and then began to have sex with the dead hunk, Chris’s hole was tight which was to be expected but Brian pushed his way in and soon began to enjoy the sensation of fucking his prey. Chris’s eyes looked up at him as each thrust Brian made brought them closer and closer together. Brian’s moans soon exploded into shouts of joy as his cum exploded all over Chris’s insides.

Once finished Brian gently slapped Chris’s chest and complemented him on being a good fuck.

That night he slept with Chris body and enjoyed his time next to the dead hunk.

The next morning he fucked his play thing again but knew he had to dispose of him soon.

Chris’s body was dragged and placed in the back of a cart and covered with a sheet, he then grabbed the weapons and placed them next to the body.

After around an hour’s ride Brian stopped and dragged Chris from the back and into some undergrowth until he came to a mini clearing. He lay Chris out flat on his back with his left arm out from his body and his right arm slightly above his head.

Brian placed the weapons in Chris’s hand and then cut the dead warriors throat to make it look like bandits had attacked and killed him. He then drove off leaving Chris’s corpse behind and at the mercy of the elements and nature.

Brian kept his ears to the ground in the coming days and heard that people thought Chris had disappeared and been the victim to one of the large beasts that roamed the countryside.

As expected a week passed and Chris’s portrait was placed in the middle of the capitals square and also hung in the smaller provinces. As far as his superiors and colleagues felt Chris was now presumed dead.

It wasn’t until a few more weeks later that a travelling merchant discovered Chris’s decomposing body.

Flies buzzed around and maggots crawled all over the dead warrior as his colleagues headed to collect him. It was clear that wild animals had also scavenged from the body as flesh seemed to be missing and bite marks were dotted all over his body.

Chris’s body was taken back and buried with honors as the cause of death that was released in all paperwork was a bandit attack.

Brian had literally got away with murder.