Chapter 6: Its Time To Practice

A cubic foot of water is seven and a half gallons which weighs seventy-five pounds. When the tank was completely full of water it would weigh two thousand two hundred and fifty pounds. That is one point eight tons. The weight on each chest would be one thousand one hundred and twenty-five pounds.

In the far-off days back when this was a method of public execution, a board was laid on top of the victim and heavy stones piled on top. It was reckoned that a weight of four to five hundred pounds was enough to kill. Towards the end it often happened that relatives and bystanders climbed up on the board as well as the stones to increase the weight and hasten the end to stop the victims suffering.

So, on that basis, West and Tarrs should be dead by the time the tank was less than half full. Brian had filled the tank previously whilst sitting it on a couple of sacks. This was mainly to test that the strong elastic straps between the tank and the rope would keep it upright as it filled, whilst still allowing it to sink downwards. He had timed it whilst it filled at three hours. So in around an hour and a half, the weight on each should be enough to kill them.

Brian had brought a book with him, so he set his phone alarm for two hours. Turning the car CD player on, he settled back to read. Brian could always loose himself in a book, so it was no surprise to him that his alarm went off before he was expecting it.

Going back into the warehouse, he turned the tap off and walked over to the tank. He could see as he approached that both killers were dead. Going to the side, he could see that the tank had crushed both rib cages as it was now only about four inches off the floor.

He disconnected the hosepipe from the tank top then reconnected it to an outlet on the bottom of the tank. Turning the tap on the tank on full, he returned to the door, took the hose off the tap and put it into a nearby grid. The tank would now empty over another two hours. Peeling the photos of Constable Clancy off the end of the tank, he folded up his camera and tripod then put them in his car. Locking up, he went into work for a few hours.

Four hours later he returned to the warehouse. Using the rope and pully he lifted the now empty tank up off the bodies. Undoing all the straps, he rolled Tarrs into a body bag, pleased to see that although the chest cavity was completely crushed, no blood or body fluids had escaped.

Sealing up the bag, he did the same with West. Rolling both bags to one side, he lowered the empty tank to the floor, unfastened the rope and shoved the tank to one side. He undid the bolts securing the straps to the floor and put them all to one side. Then he went and brought his own car into the warehouse.

Using the block and tackle from the tank, he hoisted each body bag in turn into his boot. Putting the straps inside his car, he drained then after under running the hosepipe to drain it of every last drop of water, he coiled it up and put that in the back of the car too. Finally, he pulled the rope out of the pully, coiled it up neatly and added it to the car. Then he parked it outside.

After checking the back of the taxi was clean, he put that outside too then did a final check of the warehouse. The tank had no evidence on it and looked like something the warehouse had left behind. He wasn’t going to bother climbing up to take the pully down off the roof beams, it had been quite an effort getting it up there. After a quick brush over, the holes in the floor were no more noticeable than all the many others around.

Locking up, he sent word to the policeman who had driven the taxi to pick it up and return it to its owner. Then he drove his own car to the garage. Backing up to the door he heaved the first body bag out onto the trolley and moved it onto the bench. He unloaded the rope, hosepipe and straps, then after putting the other body bag onto the trolley, he stored it under the bench before sending the text, ‘Two Items Ready for Collection.’

Worn out after a busy day, he went home, had a shower and went out for a meal.

SATURDAY - SHOP

Lewis and Mike had had their usual busy morning. After their chippy meal, they cleared up and then Lewis said, ‘Today is yours.’ Mike beamed at him, ‘Will you go up my bum.’ he asked.

‘Sure,’ Lewis said, remembering previous occasions he had done so and how much he had enjoyed it. He also remembered the first time Mike had gone up his bum. Mike being so big had refused to do it for ages, then had let himself be persuaded.

The feeling of Mikes giant hooked cock up inside him had been wonderful. He had been so gentle, even when he was thrusting in and was getting worked up.

As all this was going through Lewis’s head, they were both stripping themselves off. Once naked they had both gone hard. A long hug and a kiss followed, then Mike sat down in the chair and put his legs up on the arms.

Lewis knelt in front of him and sprayed oil up his bum. Mike laughed, the tickle inside him was unexpected. He had forgotten about it as it had been a while since they had done this.

When Lewis rubbed some oil around his opening, he cried out with delight at the lovely feeling. Then he watched happily as Lewis rubbed oil all over his own cock.

Kneeling down between Mikes legs, Lewis put his tip to his opening and pressed gently. Mike was completely at ease with him, so Lewis’s cock started sliding in immediately.

As he slid in, Mike was looking very happy. As soon as Lewis’s hairs touched the underneath of his balls, Mike linked arms with Lewis and pulled him tight to him. He also lifted his feet up and pressed hard on Lewis’s bum to try to press him in even deeper.

After staying locked together for a while, Mike released him, and Lewis started slowly sliding in and out. As Mikes happy noises grew, Lewis increased his speed.

Then after Lewis’s feeling had kicked in and he knew it wouldn’t be long before he fired, he went as fast and hard as he could, knowing Mike liked that.

As Lewis’s cock swelled and he started firing, such a wonderful sensation flowed through them both. Lewis shot five jets of cum into Mike and his special feeling lasted the whole time.

Then as he slowed down and stopped, his cock started shrinking. Feeling it Mike wrapped his feet around him once more to try and keep Lewis’s cock inside him for as long as possible.

It worked and they remained locked together for some time, both happy at the intimate contact.

Then reluctantly Mike removed his feet and with the pressure gone Lewis’s cock slipped out and dropped loose between his legs.

Mike moved forward and wrapped his arms around Lewis to give him a long, long, kiss. ‘That was lovely,’ he said when they came up for air. Lewis went and washed his cock then they had a standup naked hug before getting dressed.

Then it was time to open up the shop for the afternoon. Customers were greeted by two extremely happy smiling faces.

At closing time, they had another hug and a kiss in the back room before Mike went home and Lewis sat down to wait for Peter and Lester. They arrived at half past having finished work at five.

Lewis let them in, they parked their bikes in the shop and went through to the back room for a coffee. Sitting round the table, Lewis asked them how their week had been.

‘It’s been fantastic working every day,’ Lester said, ‘And Charles has let Peter work with me a lot, so we’ve got an enormous amount done.’

‘We’ve also both had an increase in pay.’ Peter told him. ‘You deserve it.’ Lewis told them.

‘Before we start your lesson, let me tell you a bit more about shares, and how they work.’ He explained that Charles formed the company and issued two thousand shares. ‘Each share would be worth one two thousandth part of the value of the company, i.e. the garden centre.’ he told them.

‘Every year, if the company has made a profit, some of that will be shared out equally between every share. So, you will get some cash once a year. You can tell your parents it’s a works bonus. I would recommend you keep your shares indefinitely as they are likely to grow considerably in value. But should you decide to sell them in the future, I would expect you to give Charles first refusal.’