The Hunt

Things were going swell for Damien. His body was still running high on adrenaline from the confrontation. This feeling was familiar to him. He had experienced it many times before a mission. Somehow this time, it was different. Something was different. Confronting Sebastian was a sensation like no other. He loved being in control. Having the boy's fate in his hands made him feel powerful.

He got hard just thinking about it. He undressed, went into the bathroom, turned the shower on, and began to pleasure himself. Suddenly, images of the boy filled his mind, his hands on his throat and his scared expression. Before he could stop himself, his body took over. He felt a wave of euphoria wash over him as he cried out. He opened his eyes. He saw his seed mix with the water before it disappeared into the drain. He dried himself with the full-bodied air dryer and got out of the shower. Then he put on some fresh clean clothes, wore his shoes, and made a beeline for the door.

After a couple of hours, Damien sat down with his buddies in the cafeteria, the clatter of utensils and chatter filling the air. He glanced around the room, seeing his fellow recruits laughing and joking over their meals. But his mind was elsewhere. He couldn't shake the image of Sebastian from his thoughts. As he scanned the room, he noticed a few of the newer recruits looking tense and anxious. He knew the feeling all too well. It was his responsibility to ensure they were ready for the challenges ahead. He made a mental note to check in with them after the talk.

But first, he needed to clear his head. He felt different after confronting the boy - energized, determined, and somehow lighter. He couldn't quite explain it, but the encounter had left him with a newfound sense of purpose. Damien took a deep breath, his mind now clear and focused on the task at hand. He would give his welcome speech to the candidates, and then he would have a one-on-one session with the boy. He couldn't wait to see what Sebastian was made of.

At times, Damien's volatile nature made it difficult for Kenneth, one of his peers to get along well with him. But for the sake of the group, he would try to maintain some decorum. The best he could do was to respond with complete sarcasm, whenever he spoke with Damien. He couldn't help it. He wished things were different but they weren't. He never really understood why his friends hung out with Damien in the first place. He had a sinking feeling that they would rather spend more time with Damien rather than keep him company. Bloody sheep. In times like these, wolves were needed for the hunt...