Inseperable Bond
David Poulter
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Contents
The Fleetwood Fondler
Banged Up
A Second Chance
The Travelling Fair
A Weekend With Jennifer
The Vicarage
A Night at the Lakes
Meeting Mr Forester
A Weekend Away
The Move
No Rest for the Wicked
The Home Coming
A Trio of Deceit
Revenge
The Final Blow
THE FLEETWOOD FONDLER
He was christened John Bell, whose parents had high hopes for their only son and that one day he may become famous. In a way, they saw their dreams realised –although not quite as they had wished.
John Bell was a lonely homosexual with an insatiable sexual appetite from the age of twelve. He longed to be loved by the neighbours who regarded him as the ‘weirdo’, and he had aspirations of becoming someone in politics. To that end, he began a deliberate campaign to win over the local population of Fleetwood. A close and only friend he had, with connections in the local council showed him how; he would have to become a local benefactor with particular emphasis on the neighbourhood children.
John set about his task with gusto. He designed a clown’s outfit himself then set about creating a character. Very soon he was a local celebrity as ‘DowDo’ the Clown, performing in the streets, at children’s parties and other functions.
John at the age of 38 clowned for the kids and posed for prosperity in local locations of Thornton, Bispham and Blackpool. Although he had been convicted twice for sex assaults on children in Stanley Park, he continued to perform to the many crowds.
His mother had heavily influenced John since childhood. His older sister also seemed to dominate him. He was a weak-willed man who carried his resentment towards women with him though later life. Nevertheless, he was determined to succeed in business and that much he did, from humble beginnings he built up a construction business that flourished.
John took advantage of the rising unemployment in Fleetwood and Blackpool and offered jobs to young and unskilled men who stood the least chance of finding employment.
His local lads were all about 20 years old and received unemployment benefit. Others he picked up from the railway station and the bus station on Talbot Road, these were often drifters from Scotland or the poorer districts of surrounding northern cities.
He was admired by publicly saying, ‘Young people always get a raw deal, but if you give them responsibility they rise to the occasion, they are hard workers and proud of their work.’
John’s teenage workforce were well paid and happy; as the contracts continued to pour in, he needed more labourers. At the end of a hard day, John Bell would get into his car and head for the Promenade in Blackpool, looking for more employees among the itinerants. He always found somebody.
He had been married to a girl from St Annes but she divorced him after two years when he started bringing home a lot of pictures of naked men and enduring her to mental cruelty when he returned home in a drunken rage.
He would go out every night and frequent local bars in Blackpool populated by young homosexuals and male prostitutes.
All the time, John was winning friends and influencing people with his clown performances and antics. He made hefty contributions to charity events and the local council, which he supported wholeheartedly.
The police at this time were looking for a local boy who had gone missing while walking his dog through Thornton Park, and with John having a keen interest in and fixation for police matters, he joined-in the search along with other neighbours where his house overlooked the park from his extensive overgrown garden.
He loved to play policeman, and had owned guns and other paraphernalia, including handcuffs and facemasks.
When John got a young man back to his house, he would show the unsuspected fellow the ‘handcuff trick’ assuring him that he would be released after only a few seconds. Instead, of course once the victim was in John’s power he would become the subject of a wild homosexual rape. Instead of learning as John had promised, how to get free from the handcuffs, the victim would hear John say, ‘The only way to get out of this is to have the keys to the cuffs, that’s the real trick.’
One night on his late night search through the streets of Blackpool, he met a guy in a bar on Topping Street and took him back to his dimly lit house in Thornton.
John took his latest conquest to the basement which he had boasted about and indeed, it was a basement to be proud of. There was equipment for every kind of craftsman, the welder, the sheet metal worker and the murderer.
The young lad looked at the 40-gallon vat of sulphuric acid in one corner. His curiosity drove him to ask about the need for such a strange array of equipment. His questions were never answered. Crouching behind him, John viciously swung a hammer with a hefty blow to his victim’s head; he had now slaughtered his first victim.
He undressed his victim and viciously raped him, he then methodically dismembered the body, starting with the removal of his genitals. The remaining parts of the dismembered body he put into the vat of sulphuric acid. The acid in the large vat bubbled and smoked as each body part was thrown into it; he would need to occasionally run outside for a breath of fresh air. The next day his victim’s remains had dissolved into a mass of sludge. John then disposed of this bucket by bucket, sloshing the ghastly residue into a basement manhole connected to the sewer system.
John soon acquired a pinball arcade on the South Promenade in Blackpool after realising that many young drifters would hang around there f
or the warmth in winter.
Many customers soon poured into the arcade, particularly in the summer months, and John was soon taking money hand over fist. But it was not enough to buy the lifestyle he wanted and greed soon drove him to his next murder for profit.
On a hot night in July he went to the house of his parent’s friends, who lived in the wealthy suburb of Stanley Park.
The occupants, an elderly couple, were familiar with John and had visited the house many times with his parents when he was younger.
While the couple were in the kitchen preparing tea and sandwiches, John returned to his car to collect a baseball bat, he entered the kitchen from the back door and bludgeoned them to death as they prepared a meal for him.
He drove his car alongside the house and dragged the bodies into the boot of his car.
He drove to his house and dragged the bodies into his basement. Afterwards he dissolved their bodies in the vat of sulphuric acid and poured the reeking sludge down the manhole into the sewer.
He was aware that the couple did not have any children and John forged documents where he helped himself to the house and savings, being the only benefactor of their estate.
At dusk a couple of months later, John was driving on the coast road to Preston when he pulled-over in a lay-by to see a young couple kissing in the parked car in front of him. He approached the white Vauxhall Cresta and he interrupted them by knocking on the window, pointing a gun at the man in the driving seat.
The terrified couple thought it was a hold up and robbery. They offered John their money, watches and even their car. He told the driver to open the back door and John climbed in the back. With a gun to the back of the driver’s head, he ordered the girl to undress and perform oral sex on the driver. He ordered the man to drive to Thornton as she continued the sex act. The driver was nervous with the back seat driving of his captor who was giving instructions as they drove along the promenade.
On the arrival at his Thornton house, he ordered them in and with the gun pointed at the man’s head he ordered them upstairs to a bedroom.
Once inside he ordered them to remove all their clothes and perform a sex act while he watched from a chair in the corner of the room. They nervously engaged in sex as the girl cried hysterically and the man shouted abuse at their captor.
Halfway through, he ordered him off the girls trembling body and tied her hands and ankles to the bedposts, while he ordered the man to kneel and perform oral sex on him. Although his cries for mercy went unheard, and with a gun pointing to his head, he had little choice and performed the act while his girlfriend watched on, sobbing.
Once John had ejaculated in his victim’s mouth, he marched the naked couple to the basement of the house and shot them once in the head. Although the girl was still conscious, he dragged both bodies into the vat of acid and went into his kitchen to prepare a meal while the bodies bubbled and smoked in the basement below.
Before he slept, he ejaculated once more over the covers of the bed where the victims had been taken before meeting their horrific death.
The police were still searching the area around the estate for the missing boy and making house-to-house enquiries at the surrounding houses. They had twice visited John Bell without a hint of the gruesome happenings in the basement below.
John took a night out visiting many of the gay bars in Blackpool, his favourite being ‘Pepes’ bar on Talbot Road, where he would always find a young down and out prepared to give him some light relief in the back toilets. The boys found him attractive with wide blue eyes, wavy black hair off a fresh complexioned face along with his suave charm he used around the clubs and bars of the town but John’s handsome face hid a terrible secret. Possibly bored with the conventional sex that was so readily available to him, he began pandering to a more sadistic streak.
At the bar he noticed a young attractive lad. ‘Looking for work, mate?’ he asked in his friendly and plausible tone.
‘Yes, anything mate, do you know of anything?’ he replied.
John answered,’ I might just have the thing for you, the details are in my hotel room, come with me, it’s just around the corner.’ John had booked in to a nearby hotel for the night as when he left home the police were still combing the park next to his house.
John and the young lad strolled aimlessly to the Bedford Hotel on the North Promenade and went up to his room on the first floor.
John went over to the boy and loosened his belt before lowering his jeans, which dropped to his ankles; he lifted his shirt to reveal the smooth curved lines of his hairless torso.
He removed the lad’s clothing and laid him on the bed, tying his wrists behind his back, which he had been in agreement to oblige. John continued to tie his ankles to the legs of the single bed, resulting in the boys discomfort with his now young stretched legs at each side of the mattress, being unable to widen any further.
John Bell removed some tape from his shirt pocket and placed it over the boy’s mouth, but the objections of the boy was to no avail and he was now in a state of sheer submission, giving all control to John Bell’s cruel and sadistic methods.
The boy wriggled and perspired with muffled groans as John Bell performed cruel acts on the young flesh by biting off the nipples of his smooth chest and entrapping his genitals with a piece of string whilst inserting a 10-inch wooden instrument in his rectum. Once John had satisfied his deranged needs, he released the tape from the boy’s mouth and untied the restraints from his lifeless body. He walked out of the hotel to his car and drove the six miles to his house at 3am.
At 10am the next day, a chambermaid entered the room and drew back the curtains. To her horror she saw the two single beds were bloodied and disordered and on one of them lay the lifeless body of a naked young boy. His face and chin were bruised as if someone had used intense force to hold the mouth closed. There were seventeen criss-cross slash marks on the front of his body, his nipples had been badly bitten and he was bleeding profusely from his genital area.
With this latest find and a string of missing persons locally, the police were now in search of a serial killer who restricted his gruesome sadistic pleasures to local ground.
It was a few days later when the police discovered human bones in a shallow grave in the field next to the housing estate where John lived. This sent shock waves through the community and their search intensified for the killer or killers in their neighbourhood.
Over the following weeks, detectives made little progress but they linked the murder with the disappearance of two more girls which had been found in similar shallow graves in Lytham, near to St Annes.
John Bell kept a low profile from his house due to the amount of police activity after the find as they intensified their search for further bodies and constantly visited nearby houses, bombarding the owners with more questions.
At his construction site, he had designs on a lad who worked in the carpentry sheds. John called him in to his shabby office to find out more about the lad, asking him where he lived and where his parents were, along with any other friends and relations.
He was delighted to hear that he had not had contact with his parents for the past four years and they had made no effort to contact him since he walked out of the family house. He offered the lad a salary increase, but he needed him to visit his house to complete the necessary paperwork.
The lad, about 25-years-old, excitedly agreed and waited by John Bell’s car when the factory closed. They drove through Thornton village and onto the housing estate and into the garage of John’s house.
John offered the lad a bath while he plated-up the Kentucky meal he had stopped to buy on the way. The lad went upstairs to the bathroom and stripped down while the water filled the bath. John Bell entered the bathroom to see the lad naked with his fine firm muscled body facing him. John went to grab the lad’s penis, which the lad objected to and pushed John away, knocking his head on the doorframe. Behind John’s back he held a baseball bat, which he produced to th
e naked youth cowering in the corner. He raised the bat and rained heavy blows on the top of his head. He went down without a sound, lying limply as his attacker dragged him down the stairs to the basement. He repeatedly raped the lad, who screamed in agony after coming out of unconsciousness briefly before being stabbed repeatedly with a screwdriver which was hanging close by. The final wound was the worst of all, a stab through the retina of the eye.
The killing of yet another respectable victim added to his list in this strait-laced heart of middle-class Thornton, where his bloodstained young body was dismembered and fed into the acid bath, like so many other helpless victims,
The police at this time had issued a nationwide alert for a man of between 35 and 40-years-old, about 6ft tall with a round face and black hair, the description was similar to that of John Bell and he became concerned after seeing sketched drawings in the local newspaper.
The next day John was on his way back from Liverpool when he stopped at Charnock Richard service station for some tea. As he got out of his car, he had parked in the lorry park, the driver of a lorry next to him leaned out of the window and said, ‘Hey mate, you look just like this guy in the paper,’ as the driver showed him the front page.
John Bell climbed the steps of the lorry and entered the cab, asking the driver if he could have a closer look. ‘It is you, this guy is you,’ he nervously said. As the lorry was parked away from the building with no one in sight, John Bell could not allow this driver to disclose his identity and reaching over to take a closer look at the newspaper, he gripped the driver by the throat with his right hand and pressed his head against the back of the seat. He slid down, his hat falling off, revealing a bald patch on the crown of his head. He just gurgled as John pressed his throat hard, the driver did not realise what was happening. He pushed his face back and after making a peculiar noise, the man was silent. He quickly left the cab and re-entered his car and rejoined the traffic on the M6 heading back north.
John Bell was in a state of panic as he drove back to his home, this had been his first killing in such a busy area and he was concerned he had been seen.
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