by James Crow
It went quiet and I must have drifted off again, only to be woken by the light coming on. Mother was standing there naked with the kitchen broom in her hands.
She laughed, prodded the soles of my feet with the broom handle. I’d snapped my legs together but she’d whacked me with it, told me to open my fucking legs, that I’d pissed on the carpet. I had. It was fucking soaked.
Uncle Kev stood in the doorway and watched as she hit me. She whacked me in the ribs, the hips, the legs, poked at my tits with the thing then forced it between my thighs. I wanted to scream, wanted to tell her that Uncle Kev wasn’t Uncle Kev, he was Just Kev, and that I loved his cock up my ass, but Just Kev was shaking his head at me. So instead, I moaned for her. I moaned like a slut when she stuck me with the broom.
She told me I was fucking possessed. I told her I fucking loved her. She spat in my face and left the room in a rage. Left the broom handle up me as I sat in my own piss. I heard them fucking again and promised myself she would die a beautiful death.
Drew righted Colin’s chair while I stood well back. The guy didn’t stir. Not until Drew pulled the sack from his head. Colin had short ginger hair. He looked drawn and as grey as the day outside. He had duct tape over his mouth and a bruise on his cheek. Drew poured water over his head and that’s when he really woke up.
Drew ripped the duct tape off to reveal a busted lip. Colin looked younger than me, early twenties maybe, ‘A chancer, a dick with no brains,’ Drew said.
Drew fed him water, and the kid had tears in his eyes. ‘Please let me go,’ he said. I wanted to fuck him right then.
‘Let you go?’ Drew said. ‘Don’t you want some pretty pink cunt?’ He tapped the kid’s cheek.
I stepped out from the gloom and Colin saw me. ‘Hello,’ I said.
Colin eyed me while Drew freed the ropes from his hands and feet. The kid did lots of flexing while trying to hide the piss stain on his jeans.
Drew pulled him to standing. Drew was twice his size. He flung the chair away and Colin was left unsteady on his feet and with the chain around his neck. I could now see that it was part of a long roll wrapped around a drum on a spindle.
‘Show him the goods,’ Drew said.
I moved close to Colin, stood right in front of him, peeled my dress over my head and threw it to one side. The kid stared at me, from tits to cunt to tits and back again.
‘Now show me your cock,’ I told him, licking my lips.
Colin glanced at Drew, then back to me. Colin now had colour in his cheeks. ‘Not with him here,’ he said.
Drew laughed, a roar that echoed around the barn. A flurry of wings and two pigeons fled the roof space.
‘Here’s the fucking rub, shy boy,’ Drew said to Colin, and went on to explain that I wanted two cocks at the same time, and that Colin would oblige. He told him to take his pissy pants off, but Colin didn’t budge.
I picked up a hayfork and brandished the handle at him. ‘Maybe you’d like this up your arse,’ I told him. Colin’s hands were shaking.
But he still didn’t budge. I went to prod his piss-stained groin but he staggered back, taking hold of the chain around his neck. ‘Please, just let me go,’ he said again.
Drew moved behind him, locked his arms around him. The kid tried to struggle but not for long. Not when I stepped up and popped his jeans open. I had them off along with his sneakers in seconds. He was wearing Batman underpants. I tugged them down and off and flung them. And there it was, a neat little pink cock poking from ginger pubes. Colin’s breath hitched when I took him in my hand. I started working him, and felt it growing straight away.
Just like the day I was home early from work. There’d been a fire in the biscuit ovens and they’d sent everyone home. I’d found Just Kev chained naked to the radiator in my room. He’d been gagged with a sock and a scarf tied around his head. He had a black eye and looked terrified to see me. I couldn’t help but get down on my knees and take hold of his cock, felt him growing in my hand. Just Kev was shaking his head and rattling his chains. I’d looked over my shoulder to find Mother standing there with a craft knife in her hands. She was in just her knickers, her stomach sagging over the top of them. Her old tits were covered in blood.
She went batshit crazy, told me I was sick in the head as she swiped at me with the knife. I tried to dodge her, tried to run, but she had me by the hair, pulled my head to her bloody chest and held the blade so close to my eye I thought she was going to pop it. She kept her fist in my hair and made me watch as she pressed the blade into her nipple. You next, she said and pushed me onto the bed.
She ordered me to strip, held the blade next to Just Kev’s bulging eyes. I remember the thoughts that whizzed through my mind. Run… just run the fuck out of there. Or grab the knife and stick the bitch… then run. Or simply refuse and hang around and watch as she sliced an eye through. But I’d said nothing. I’d complied. And when the bitch came to me, I didn’t move. I let her cut a line across my tits. And the strangest thing was the feeling it gave me, as if something bad was leaving me as my blood trickled down my tummy.
You liked that, didn’t you, freak? She’d slapped me across the head and told me to go fetch the whisky bottle.
I’d backed out of that room as she went back to Just Kev and rubbed her cunt in his face. But I didn’t fetch the whisky. I’d grabbed dirty jeans and a jumper from the laundry and ran to the old pit. There was an old signal box on the rail line that ran by it. I’d ran up the overgrown steps and went inside, shut the world out and got out of my clothes. I’d pressed my bloody tits to the wall and made a print of them, before squeezing more blood from the cuts and painting a picture of my smiling Cherry. The euphoria I’d felt was much like I felt from the coke, surrounded by chains in an old barn with a little pink dick in my hands.
Colin moaned as I sucked him into my mouth, and my skin prickled with goosebumps as thunder boomed and the heavens opened, rain hitting the old tin roof like pebbles. I was in heaven.
I’d painted her smiling face on every spare bit of space on the walls of that signal box. Then I’d heard her calling for me, my Cherry, outside among the coal heaps, and I’d left my sanctuary to look for her when the rain started. Cold rain on my naked skin, my cut skin. It felt so empowering. A feeling I liked very much. I didn’t find Cherry, but I did find release. I wanted to be cut again. But not by my crazy mother.
I pulled my mouth from Colin’s cock, one long suck as it came out and the bastard came right there. A jerk of his hips and his spunk was stinging my eye. I swiped up the hayfork and whacked his dick with it. Drew threw him to the ground laughing and Colin made a scrambling run for it.
‘Let him go, he can’t get far,’ Drew said as I made to go after him.
Colin ducked through the gap in the rear wall in just his hoodie and socks. The chain still padlocked around his neck was reeling from the drum. No, he wouldn’t get far at all.
‘I don’t think this is going to work,’ I told Drew.
Drew agreed. The kid wasn’t experienced. Had no staying power. DP wasn’t going to happen.
‘Can we cut him then?’
I’d went back to that signal box, pulled open the first drawer and found a tin of razorblades, as if they were meant for me. And I’d sat on the floor and pressed a blade to my tummy, amazed at the feeling of joy, not to mention the arousal.
‘Cut the cunt to ribbons, if you like,’ Drew said.
The chain had gone tight now, no more left on the drum. Drew lit us both a cig and we went to the gap and watched Colin in the rain, on his knees, trying to get the chain off his neck. He was crying.
Chapter Twelve
‘Sorry about the DP,’ Drew said.
I told him it was okay, we could find someone else. But then I remembered something Cory told me during one of our Friday night fuck-fests. We were lying on the rug in front of the fire. Our tits were touching as we faced each other, propped up on our elbows, stroking each other’s clits. She said it was called th
e shotgun. A guy puts his fist inside you, then his dick up your ass. He grips his dick with the hand that’s inside you and fucks you like that, just like he’s cocking a shotgun. I thought it was just dirty talk to get us off, because we loved working each other up so that we came at the same time. But no, she said she’d done it before, and that it was mind-blowing. She said we could try it next time. She would use a strap-on to do it. But there hadn’t been a next time. I wondered if Drew would shotgun me. But of course he would. I only had to ask.
We flicked our cigs out into the rain and I hugged into Drew. He held me tight as we watched Colin struggle. I asked Drew to get naked for me. Told him I wanted to kiss him in the rain.
‘Sure, babe, anything for you.’
He looked so hot in just his scruffy boots. I took his hand and led him outside, wrapped my arms around his neck and we kissed with the freezing rain on our naked skin as thunder rumbled all around. It was heaven. Drew was my heaven. I told him I loved him very much. He told me he loved everything about me, that I was his forever. Have you ever been hugged by a hunk of soaking wet solid muscle? With that man, I felt like a delicate bug being protected by the trunk of a solid tree. That’s what it felt like as the rain poured over us and Colin’s chain clanked in the background.
Lightning flashed bright, lit the place up like a sunshiny day. Colin was on his knees, a drowned rat staring at us. He looked terrified.
‘Let’s reel him in,’ Drew said.
Drew went inside to the drum and spindle and I stayed at the gap and watched as Colin was dragged back inside, gripping at the chain around his neck as Drew reeled him in like a fish.
Colin was soaked through and filthy and shaking like a puppy. He seemed mighty relieved when Drew took the chain from around his neck and threw it to one side. Drew sat him back on the chair, ripped the kid’s tee and hoodie off and tied his ankles to the chair legs and his wrists behind his back. Naked now, apart from grey socks, he was pink all over from the cold; shaking, teeth chattering.
‘Please don’t hurt me.’
Drew told him to shut up, asked me what I’d like to do to him. I told Drew there was only one thing to do. We should have a game of dare.
Drew said that was a great idea, but first some more coke, because Colin needed warming up, and I realised we did too. The coke was losing its glow.
Drew told me to stick my tongue out, tapped out half a wrap onto it and did the same on his tongue, then we kissed, tongues entwined. Kissed until it was all gone and my face felt crazy, like I was some grinning clown with a hellhole mouth.
‘Give the kid some,’ Drew said.
But Colin was crying again. I remember taking a moment, listening to the rain on the tin roof, the low grumbling of the thunder like some giant breathing above us. The gorgeous smell of damp and rusty chains and the air charged with electricity. I liked this barn better than the other one. It would be easy enough to bring the bed over. Then we could live there. Happy ever after.
Just like I thought I could make a new home in the old signal box. It was cosy and dry in there. And my Cherry filled every space on the walls.
‘In the pickup,’ Drew said, when I asked if there were any shrooms left.
I asked him to fetch them, told him I wanted a fucking party. While Drew was away, I stood in front of Colin and emptied a wrap of coke on my damp tits. ‘You may as well die high,’ I said as I straddled his lap. ‘Don’t bite,’ I said and pushed my tits in his face.
He tried to move his head away, so I grabbed him by the ears. ‘Lick it all up,’ I said and he did, slowly. He even sucked on my nipples, despite the sobs coming from him and the tears on his cheeks. It was kinda horny. I felt his little cock pushing at my cunt. I told him he was a clever boy.
I wrapped my legs around Colin’s chair and pushed myself onto him, but his dick only went in a little way. Colin moaned for me. But it wasn’t good enough. He would have to be untied before he would be of any use.
Colin’s eyes closed and his head went back. His breaths were heavy, spit dribbling from his mouth. The coke was hitting him quick. I licked the white powder from his lips and chin. The kid retched and I jumped off him just in time before he hurled watery chunks of nothing down his front.
I told him he was a waste of fucking space and the kid sobbed, begged to be let go.
‘So you can run to the cops?’
‘I swear I won’t. I just need to get home. They’ll be worried.’
The rumble of an engine outside gave me a fright. But it was only Drew. He’d driven the pickup over. He came back inside, still naked apart from his boots. He’d brought beers as well as the shrooms.
I noticed Colin’s hitch of breath. Noticed how he eyed Drew’s gorgeous cock. It was semi-hard, thick and fucking meaty. I needed it again. Wouldn’t be long. I knew that much.
As Drew handed me the mushroom bag, I told him that Colin seemed to like his cock.
‘No I don’t,’ Colin said, his voice all throaty.
Drew stepped up to Colin’s chair, hands on his hips. ‘Want my cock, boy?’
‘I’m not fucking queer, and I’m not a fucking boy.’
Drew’s laughter rolled around the rafters. It made my heart sing.
‘Dare you to fuck him,’ I said to Drew when he’d stopped laughing.
Drew had tapped the kid’s face, told him maybe, if he behaved himself.
We sat on a haybale and I played with Drew’s cock as he fed me a mushroom, followed by a neck of beer, and then a kiss. Kisses that got rougher as his cock grew in my hand.
I remember the green mist so well because it filled me. It loved me. I could see across the barn through the gap to outside where the charged air had an algae-green tinge to it. The rain had eased to a slow pattering. A blink of lightning, and seconds later the long slow grumble of thunder rolled into the distance. It took my heart, it really did.
And that green air seeped through the rusted barn walls like creeping ghosts, tendrils reaching out in wispy caresses, filling the shadows with a poisonous glow. I felt so alive and so loved, so special. This was my place. My time.
Drew told Colin to shut the fuck up. But I hadn’t heard what he’d said. I’d caught just one word – weed.
‘What did you say?’
‘I said I’ve got weed. Twenty O’s. You can have it.’
Colin was looking radiant, eyes bright, chin held high. And he had a hard on. The coke had whipped him into shape.
‘He’s getting brave,’ I said to Drew, told him he needed untying before he could be of any use. Drew told me he was dangerous now, that it was good he was tied up.
‘I’m not dangerous,’ Colin said. He no longer had the shake in his voice. Not a hint of it.
‘So what you saying,’ Drew said to him, ‘we let you go, and you give us a fucking huge stash of weed?’
‘No,’ Colin said. His eyes went to me. ‘I want to fuck her arse, then you get the weed.’
Drew laughed. But I didn’t. My fucking mouth watered.
I was still sitting cross-legged on that haybale. Still stroking Drew’s hard on. The thought came to me that maybe two cocks at once was a possibility now that Colin had grown a pair. And at the same time as thinking that, I noticed a small oval of red plastic poking from the compacted hay next to where Drew’s ass was planted. I took hold of it and gave it a tug and a knife came out, one of those homemade things for cutting strings off the haybales. It made me smile.
Colin saw the knife in my hand and he smiled too.
I saw the knife in Mother’s hand when she grabbed a fistful of hair and lifted my face from the signal box floor. Not a fucking word, she said, one squeak and you’re fucking gone. I’d been sleeping. Don’t know how they found me.
Teach the crazy cunt a lesson, Mother said. She forced me face down on the wood floor. My legs were parted by rough hands. My knees scraped on the rough boards. Fingers nipped me. Clawed at me. I knew it was Just Kev the moment he shoved his cock in me. Knew the feel
of him. Knew those hands gripping my ass. He fucked me hard and I moaned for more. I stared up at Mother with her fist still in my hair and the knife so close to my nose and I licked my lips as Just Kev grew frantic.
He said he was going to come. She told him to fucking stop it. That I wasn’t meant to fucking enjoy it. I want to see the crazy bitch bleed, she said. Get her arse fucked, she said, then she can add another painting to the walls, crazy fucking bitch.
I almost squeaked when he did it. He went in so hard and dry he’d tore me. It hurt bad. And that pain went straight to my temples. I knew I was going to pass out, but not before I’d moaned for more. Not before I’d bit a hole in my lip and hissed like a whore.
‘Hey!’
Colin got my attention. He nodded to the knife in my hand. ‘Either cut his dick off or come here and free me. I’m going to fuck your arse.’
I’d forgotten all about the shotgun at this point. I was liking the new Colin. The prospect of having a little pink cock up my ass intrigued me.
Drew said he was lying, that he’d make a run for it as soon as we cut those ropes.
I told him no, that I wanted it. I wanted to lie on my back and watch Colin’s face as he fucked my ass. I told Drew he could stick his dick up Colin and fuck him at the same time he fucked me.
‘That’s not the deal,’ Colin said.
‘I could put the chain back around the fucker’s neck,’ Drew said.
And that became the deal. Colin didn’t have a choice.
Drew took the knife and sliced open a bale, spread the hay thick. He found a grubby old horse blanket and spread it out on top of the hay. I lay down on my back and palmed my clit as Drew got Colin ready.
I know I keep saying it was heaven but it really was. The rusted walls were bulging now, so juicy with rich colour, and every sound was a musical tune, from the crackle of the hay beneath me to the clank of the chain as it was fastened around Colin’s neck.
