Chance had always been a natural athlete, but wrestling was his true passion. He had been training for months, pushing his body to the limit in preparation for the big tournament. As he stepped onto the mat for his first match, he felt a wave of nervous excitement wash over him.
The crowd roared as the referee blew the whistle, signaling the start of the match. Chance’s opponent was tough, but he was no match for Chance’s strength and skill.
With a swift move, Chance pinned his opponent to the mat and earned his first victory of the tournament.
As the day wore on, Chance battled his way through the brackets, taking down one opponent after another. His muscles burned with exertion, but he refused to give up. With every victory, his confidence grew, and he began to believe that he could win it all.
Finally, after a grueling day of matches, Chance found himself in the championship round. His opponent was the reigning champion, a fierce wrestler with years of experience under his belt. But Chance was undaunted. He knew that he had trained harder than anyone else in the tournament, and he was ready to prove it.
The two wrestlers squared off on the mat, their eyes locked in fierce determination. The crowd held its breath as the referee blew the whistle, and the match began. For what seemed like an eternity, the two wrestlers battled back and forth, neither one gaining a clear advantage.
But in the end, it was Chance who emerged victorious. With a powerful move, he pinned his opponent to the mat, and the referee declared him the winner of the tournament. Chance’s heart swelled with pride as the crowd erupted into applause. As he raised his arm, he knew he had done it. He had won the tournament.
And he knew that this was just the beginning of what was sure to be an incredible wrestling career. Chance celebrated with his family but there was one person missing, his girlfriend who was unwell and Chance looked forward to seeing her later that day.
Chance’s family wished to go for a meal to celebrate his victory but all he wanted to do was to go and see his girlfriend. However, his family persevered, and Chance went for the meal.
Back at home Chance quickly showered and changed, he took a selfie of himself in the mirror before leaving the house and starting the half hour walk to his girlfriends.
Dean Corll got into his van and started driving, he felt restless and feeling down lately and needed to find himself another victim.
Dean was a serial killer was well known for his generosity and giving employment to youths. However, behind this facade, he was committing a series of gruesome murders.
He had abducted, tortured, and killed a number of teenage boys and young men aged between 17–25-year-old.
As Dean drove aimlessly through the streets, he found himself scanning the surroundings, hoping to find a suitable victim. He drove past parks, shops, and restaurants, but nothing caught his attention. It wasn’t until he reached the outskirts of town that he saw a young man wearing a pair of shorts walking by the side of the road. As Corll got closer, he saw he recognized the young man as Chance a nineteen-year-old who had just interviewed for a position
Dean immediately pulled over and called out to him. Chance looked surprised to see Dean and smiled as he approached the van. Dean rolled down the window and said, “Hey, Chance, what are you up to?” After some small talk where Chance told Dean about his wrestling victory Corll told him he had more good news and wanted to speak to him about the job he interviewed for as he wanted to offer him the role. Chance smiled, happy to hear the news that Corll had just given him. Corll explained he wanted to go through the contract and asked Chance if he was free to come to his house to look it over so he could start asap. Chance told Dean he was on his way to his girlfriends and was a little bit pushed for time. Dean told the young wrestler it was important and offered to drop him to his girlfriends after.
Chance wanted the job and jumped in the van with Corll to go and look over the contract.
Dean and Chance were sitting at the kitchen table in Dean’s house, discussing the contract for the job offer that Chance had been offered. They both scrutinized the documents carefully to make sure everything was in order. After an hour of review and discussion, Corll looked up and announced, “Well, it looks like everything is in order. Congratulations, Chance, my boy!” Chance’s face lit up with joy and relief as he realized that he had finally landed a job. Dean reached across the table and shook his hand in congratulations. Corll got up and went to the fridge to grab a couple of cold beers to celebrate, announcing it was a double celebration for Chance’s wrestling victory as well. As they clinked their bottles together, Dean said, “Here’s to your new job, Chance! You deserve it, buddy.” Chance smiled and echoed the sentiment. They both took a long sip to celebrate as Chance was still oblivious to Dean’s true motives.
Both had downed a few drinks when Corll asked Chance if he had seen the handcuff trick before. Chance told him he hadn’t so Dean decided to show him how it was done and put the handcuffs on himself. He showed Chance there was no key there and then after a few moments of jiggling his wrists had the handcuffs off.
Corll now sat with Chance, trying to convince him to have a go at the handcuff trick. Chance looked at him skeptically and shook his head. “I’m not sure about that, Dean,” Chance said. “It sounds like a bad idea. What if I can’t get out of the handcuffs?”
Dean chuckled and leaned in conspiratorially. “That’s the whole point, Chance. It’s a challenge, and everyone loves a good challenge. Plus, you’ve got some serious skills that nobody knows about. How can a champion wrestler not get out of them.”
Chance considered this for a moment, and a glimmer of excitement appeared in his eyes. “Alright, I’m in. I’ll give it a shot,” he said with a grin.
Corll slapped him on the back, pleased that he had convinced Chance. “Great, my boy! You’re going to be a star.“ seconds later the handcuffs were on Chance, and the young wrestler now jiggled his wrists in attempts to get free.
After a few tries Chance told Dean he couldn’t do it and was horrified when Dean told him of course he couldn’t as he didn’t have the key. Chance’s face dropped “What do you mean?” He asked not sure as to why Corll would trick him that way.
Corll now showed a side that Chance had never seen before as he grabbed the handcuffs and led a protesting Chance through his house before throwing the protesting wrestler onto his bed and stripped him down to his underwear.
Chance struggled on the bed but soon stopped as the pain from the handcuffs became unbearable. He was able to move his legs freely, but these were also tied to the bed frame. Chance called for help, but none came. He pleaded with Corll to let him go but his captive refused. He began to panic; he hated feeling helpless. He was at Dean; s mercy, his mind raced with thoughts of what would happen., would it be death, or something less then death he prayed for the second option, he feared death, he did not want to die. He squirmed as he lay on the bed. Corll grabbed Chance boxers and pulled them down. The athletic wrestler tried to fight but was unable to do so as he felt a slap on his thighs and then what seemed to feel like someone biting them. Corll prepped himself and looked at his captive’s arsehole, he was amazed at the tightness especially on this hot wrestler’s body, Chance felt two hands grasp his shoulder blades, “no, no please no” he begged. He continued to beg as Corll rammed his uncut cock into Chance’s virgin arse he stopped begging mid sentence and his body flung forward as Corll forced entry, the pain was unbearable his face winched as he screamed. But unperturbed his captive started to fuck him, Chance screamed as the pain got worse with each thrust, Corll grabbed his shoulders tighter, after a while Chance submitted and when cORLL reached his orgasmic stage and fired, the young man winched one more time. Corll fell to the bed next to Chance and caught his breath as the young wrestlers sobbing pleas went unanswered.
Dean then pulled a gun and removed and warned Chance to be compliant or he would shoot him, Chance scared and worried agreed as he said “what are you going to do with me? Let me go please?” But Corll didn’t answer, instead he sat next to Chance and began to massage his chest, he tweaked his nipple and could see Chance getting turned on although the young man tried not to show it, he made circular patterns as he rubbed his fingers on the smooth hairless chest, as Chance began to rub the handcuffs erotically. Corll put his hands over Chance’s crotch, he felt the thick cock below, and gently pulled his boxers down, Chance tried to resist but it was powerless, he pleaded for mercy, but they were ignored. Corll placed his cock his mouth and began to give Chance a blow job, Jacob shut his eyes and tried to pretend that it was a girl at his waist and not his captive, Corll bite down on his penis and Chance groaned, he sucked faster and faster and as he did, Jacob enjoyed it, his legs moved and he groaned and moaned pleasurably, he left out a long “aaahhhh” as his cum fired into Corll’s mouth. Corll spat it out and pulled Chance’s underwear up, his erect cock made it looked like his boxers were a tent as it stood to attention underneath. Corll sat up and placed his legs either side of Chance as he moved up the body and sat on his warm smooth chest. “What are you going to do with me?” the young man asked nervously. “Why I’m going to kill you!” was Corll’s cold reply. Chance froze in fear, his worse fears were about to be realized. “Why me though?” Chance asked. Corll’s reply was short but sweet “simple, your hot sexy.” Chance was speechless. Then all of a sudden Chance got aggressive “You don’t have the balls to kill me, you’re joking. You fucking cunt.” And he desperately tried to free himself.
Corll wrapped his hands around Chance’s neck as the wrestler begged for his life “please don’t, please, please” Dean clenched tightly as he strangled his prey whilst sitting on his chest. Chance tried to speak but was restricted from doing so, his arms tightened up, and the handcuffs rattled, his legs kicked all over the place. His face went red and he gurgled for breath as he fought for his life, Corll gripped tighter, Chance kicked aggressively trying to bend his legs, but it was fruitless the handcuffs cut into his wrists as he fought for his life, he stared up at Dean, and tried to mouth for him to stop, Corll winked at him as the fight became slower and his arms stopped moving as his legs fell limp, Chance let out a sigh as his chest dropped. Corll looked at Chance’s face as he lay in front of him, his eyes were open with his tongue protruding from his mouth as some dribble came from the side of his mouth. Corll held his grip tight for another few minutes as he jilted on Chance’s belly as his body convulsed for the last few moments. Lifting his hands, he could see a ligature mark around the young man’s neck, he took the cuffs of and placed his thick arms by his side, he massaged Chance’s chest, and legs as he stare at the muscle definition for the last time before photographing it and then fucking it once again.
Corll wasn’t like many other serial killers, his physical attachment to his victims ended shortly after death. Yes, he fondled and still touched the bodies moments after death had visited but that was it, the bodies were no more than trash that needed to be taken out and the body of the recent wrestling champion was now nothing more than trash that needed to be disposed. Corll undid the restraints around the young man’s limbs and laid out a large plastic sheet on the ground.
He removed Chance’s body from the bed and with the ligature still tightly wrapped around his throat laid the body out on the plastic and then wrapped it up, he could see Chance’s vacant eyes looking up at him through the plastic.
Corll carried Chance’s body out to his van and drove to the woods on his family’s land where he buried the attractive wrestler in a shallow grave near a number of his other victims.
Chance’s disappearance was reported in the local press and the local paper ran with the headline.
“POLICE APPEAL FOR INFORMATION ON WHEREABOUTS OF WRESTLING CHAMPION”
And had a photo of Chance in his wrestling singlet.
