A TASTE OF SICKNESS: UNCUT AND UNCENSORED VIOLENCE AND GORE

by Nelson Samuels

  “The guys don’t know shit!” the Captain interjected. “You stick with me when we make land, and I’ll show you a good time,” John stands in silence. “Go on now! Back to work!” the Captain said. John ran back to his mop and resumed his earlier task.

  The Captain had taken a liking to John. He’d always had a fondest of the young men. Especially the good looking ones, and John was one such young man at the time.

  As they made landfall and everyone prepared for their shore leave, John approached the Captain, unsure of what he’s exactly supposed to be doing with him. As he slowly walked up to him, the Captain turned and noticed.

  “Ah, John! Good, you made it! Let’s go have a great time! What do you say?” he swatted John on the shoulders. John chuckled.

  “Yes Sir!” he replied as they began their ascension from the ship and onto the walkway. The night was young, and the Captain had grand plans for the evening. John was at his mercy now.

  “Do you enjoy pussy?” Captain Sled asked John as they entered a seedy looking part of the town they had made port in.

  “Sir?” John asked, unsure if he’d heard the Captain correctly.

  “Pussy Son! Do you like pussy?”

  “Oh, yes Sir. Very much so!”

  “Good then, you’ll enjoy this place!” the Captain said as they entered a brothel, a large man standing guard at the entrance.

  The Captain led John down a long hallway just inside the doorway of the entrance until they came upon a desk with a small woman sitting behind it. After a brief conversation in a language that John surely didn’t understand, she led the two of them into an a room that was all but empty, other than one table, a chair, and a small twin size bed made up with white silk sheets. She bowed at the Captain as she began to leave, and he in return, she closed the door behind herself, and was gone. Beginning to remove his clothes, the Captain glances at John and realizes he’s not doing the same.

  “Why aren’t you removing your clothes?” he asked John.

  “I didn’t realize I was supposed to,” he replied.

  “Do you usually fuck with your clothes on?” Captain Sled asked with laughter now fully undressed, his engorged member already fully erect for John to see.

  “No Sir, I don’t. I didn’t realize…” he began.

  “Didn’t realize that we were here to fuck? What did you think I asked you about pussy for?”

  “I’m sorry,” John began to undress as the woman from the desk reenters the room with a young girl. The Captain nods his head and grunts. The woman nods in return, leaves the young girl, and leaves the room, shutting the door behind her. “What is this?” John asked in reference to the young girl.

  “This is our pussy!” the Captain replied.

  “But Sir, she couldn’t be anymore than fourteen years old,” John was clearly disturbed by this. Raised in a Christian family, this was unnatural.

  “Now don’t go adding years to a ladies age making them older than they are! They don’t like that kind of thing!”

  “How old is she?” John asked.

  “It doesn’t matter. Now fuck her!”

  “I can’t. I can’t do it!” John said. The Captain grabbed him by his ear, violently twisting it.

  “You will, and then I’ll fuck her and you both!” the Captain laughed.

  “Please Captain!” John began to plead.

  “Son, the last boy that refused me is lying at the bottom of the ocean somewhere. Now don’t fucking piss me off!” he slapped John and he fell to the floor. “Now fuck that little bitch!”

  Although that was the first encounter with Captain Sled and his forceful abuse, it certainly wasn’t the last. For the four years under his command, John had to endure night after night of this same scenario when they were on land. It wasn’t always as controlled of a situation as it was the night of his first time. It was often violent, with the Captain kidnapping a young girl from the street, raping, mutilating, and often killing her in the process. On occasion, young boys were even on the Captain’s menu. John began to enjoy the activity. Maybe it was from the repetition, or maybe he’d grown insane from the madness and cruelty of the actions he was forced to endure due to his fear of his superior. Whatever the reason, it made John a sexual predator. A mad man with a sexual thirst that could only be satisfied in the most violent and cruel ways imaginable. A man of little guilt or remorse.

  The Devil if there’d ever been one.

  Arriving in the next state, the next town and location in which the carnival was to set up to do business, John and the rest of the crew start to get settled in after setting up the rides and equipment. As he sets alone in his trailer, he thinks back on the events of his life, on his childhood and Christian upbringing, Captain Sled, and who he’s become. A knock on his trailer door breaks his moment of silence and he stands to answer it. Opening the door, he notices it’s his friend and coworker Jordan. A young man of twenty four, a rugged boy with shoulder length brown hair that he barely combed, and deep brown eyes.

  “Hey John. Sorry to bother you. I wanted to see if you wanted to come drinkin’ with me and some of the boys tonight after we shut down,” he asks.

  “I don’t think so. I have things to tend to,” John replies knowing good and well he didn’t.

  “What is it you’re always doing after work anyway?” Jordan asks. John places his head down.

  “Nothing important,” he replies. “Run along now,” he says.

  “Alright,” Jordan responds as he shuts the door and leaves.

  Night has fallen, and as always, the lights are bright, the crowd large, and the music deafening. John operates his ferris wheel as he does every night. As the evening begins to grow later, and closing time gets closer, it begins to rain. The remaining crowd begins to hurry toward the exit gates in a rush to get to their vehicles and out of the weather. A little rain has never hurt John, so he doesn’t rush, taking his time to shut down his ride and begin his walk to his trailer to retire for the night.

  “John!” he heard called out through the sound of the thunder. He turns and notices Adam calling his name.

  “Yeah?” John asks.

  “Are you sure you don’t want to join us for a drink?”

  “I’m good!” he replies and waves him off. Adam shrugs his shoulders and walks away.

  It begins to rain heavier as John opens his trailer door to walk inside, but as he does, he hears the screams of what he believes is a little girl. He turns in surprise and tries to recognize as to what direction the scream is coming from. As he does, he begins running toward the screams. It was towards the backend of the property.

  He arrives and sees a man hovered over a young girl, no more than nine or ten, attempting to rape her. John quickly pulls him off and holds him to the ground. He looks the little girl in her eyes.

  “Run!” Johns tells her. “And don’t look back!” She does as she’s instructed.

  “Hey man, I was only kidding around!”

  “Jordan, I’m disappointed in you!” John says.

  “We all have needs!” Jordan says.

  “That ain’t the way!”

  “Yeah, and who are you to say what way is right or wrong?” Jordan asks.

  “Because I’ve already lost my soul to the devil for the same exact thing, and I won’t let you do it too!”

  “It’s too late!” Jordan pulls a knife and stabs John in his side. John falls over onto the ground. “I’ve already gotten a taste of it now John. I fuck ‘em, and I mutilate ‘em. Just like I did with a girl in the last town. She had the prettiest yellow dress.”

  “Why are you telling me this?” John asks.

  “Because I’m going to kill you too! Who are you going to tell?” Jordan asks. John kicks him in the stomach and Jordan falls to his knees in pain, dropping his knife in the process.

  “Everyone!” John says as he begins to punch and kick Jordan further into the ground.

  “I’ll never stop!” Jordan says with the laughter of a mad man. Jo
hn picks up the knife from the ground and takes Jordan by his hair, pulling his neck back.

  “That’s what I’m afraid of!” he says as he presses the knife deeply behind Jordans right ear and pulls it toward the opposite end of his neck. Jordan falls to the ground and begins to bleed out.

  Can the fallen be saved? Or can you fall so far as to never be saved again? This author would like to believe that there’s always hope for a chance at salvation and redemption, even for the once unredeemable.

  Never surrender to your innermost demons. They are not who or what you are. They are who you became due to your circumstances, but as with everything in life, you can overcome and conquer them! Never give up!

  VILE

  BY NELSON SAMUELS

  DON’T READ THIS BOOK UNLESS YOU WANT TO OPEN THE GATES OF HELL

  IF YOU ALREADY HAVE

  RUN

  AND FORGET YOU EVER HAVE

  “Take out your fucking teeth you old Hag! You’ve bitten my goddamn dick!” Mrs. Johnson removes Nick’s erect penis from her wrinkled eighty three year old mouth. Her saliva drips slowly from the tip.

  “Do you want to suck your own dick Son?” she asks.

  “You know damn well I can’t do that you dirty old bitch!” he responds.

  “Then shut the fuck up!” Mrs. Johnson replies as she places Nick’s penis back deep into her mouth and continues to perform oral sex on him.

  “Fuck!” Nick ejaculates into her mouth. His seed lodges deep into the back of Mrs. Johnson’s throat. She quickly removes his penis, gagging slightly as she does. “What? You don’t like the taste of my love juice?” She stands, very unstable at first. “Don’t forget your cane,” he says as he hands it to her, “You don’t want to take another fall do you?” She makes her way over to her bed and has a seat. Nick pulls up his pants and walks to her room’s door.

  “Don’t forget my extra juice box you little son of a bitch!” Mrs. Johnson says loudly.

  “I won’t forget! You earned it!” He leaves, the door shutting briskly behind him.

  Mrs. Johnson lies back on her bed, her pillow placed firmly under her head. She turns on her television. The Price is Right is on, her favorite show. She frowns as she glances out the window to the left side of her bed. “Fucking deadbeat. Tasted like shit.”

  Nick has worked at St. Francis Nursing and Retirement Home for two years. His relationship with many of the residents is more than unusual. He prefers to refer to them as business arrangements. The older women perform a service for him, and he provides them with whatever they request of him. Many times it’s as simple as a juice box, such as Mrs. Johnson’s request this morning, or a large sirloin steak cooked to order. Much better than the drivel they’re served in the cafeteria. Whatever the request, Nick could, and would, make it happen. For a price.

  A heavy man of twenty four, balding in all the wrong places, with thick black rimmed glasses and a slight limp to the left side of his body, he wasn’t exactly sought after by the ladies. In fact, he’d never had a real date of his own request. Taking a woman on a date of dinner and a movie was only something he dreamed of at night as he slept. When he applied for the job at St.

  Frances, he was an unfortunate virgin, and taking advantage of the residents wasn’t an idea of his own invention. That’s where Jeff came in.

  Jeff is the janitor. Working the day shift just as Nick did, he is the worst kind of sexual predator. Not only taking advantage of the residents, but anyone else he can get his hands on as well. Men, women, children, he even told the story of a sad goat to Nick once. He was the lowest form of human being, but never the less, he was a man Nick called a friend. Nick’s only friend as a matter of fact. Befriended as a result of the job, Nick was easily influenced into Jeff’s world from the beginning. Nick was willing to do whatever he needed to in order to be called someone’s friend. The allure of sexual desire wasn’t so off putting to him either. Two years in the making, Nick was now a sexual predator as well. Made in the image of a janitor named Jeff.

  “Mrs. Johnson?”

  “Yeah. Blow job,” Nick responds to Jeff as they meet in the hallway. Both were walking toward the cafeteria.

  “How was it?”

  “As usual. How’s your day been so far?” Nick asks.

  “Great actually. I just finished examining the asshole of Old Man Hall,” Jeff laughs.

  “You not being a Doctor, I’m assuming you mean you fucked him?”

  “And you would be correct my friend.” “How was he?” Nick asks.

  “Tight as a baby’s ass. Which is surprising considering his age,” Jeff responds.

  “No, what’s surprising is the fact that you know how tight a baby’s ass is.”

  “Really? That surprises you at this point in our friendship?” Jeff asks. Nick glares at him.

  “You’re right. I guess not,” The two of them reach the cafeteria entrance. Entering, many of the residents notice the two of them and place their heads down, attempting to not make eye contact. As Nick and Jeff make their way into the lunch line, they push their way to the front.

  “Fucking meatloaf again. Jesus Christ!” Jeff says. “Is that all you bitches know how to cook anymore?” He asks, directing his question to the cafeteria staff. Ignoring his ignorance, they don’t respond.

  “I like meatloaf,” Nick says as he’s served.

  “Yeah you would,” Jeff responds. Taking their trays, they have a seat at a table near the far right corner of the room. “How’s it going Ms. Withers?” Jeff asks one of the residents as he nods in her direction and gives her a quick wink. She halfheartedly smiles, stands from her table, and walks away clearly disgusted. “I nailed that old bitch you know,” Nick glances behind him, as he hadn’t noticed Ms. Withers at first.

  “Ms. Withers?” he asks. “She a nice woman,” Nick takes a bite of his meat loaf. “She gives good head.”

  “Hell yeah she does,” Jeff responds.

  “I haven’t fucked her yet though. What was that like?”

  “Have you ever fucked a bowl of Jell-O?” Jeff asks.

  “No!” Nick laughs. “What do you mean by that?”

  “Her pussy felt as if I’d placed my dick in a bowl of warm Jell-O,” Jeff explains.

  “That doesn’t sound appealing at all.”

  “It was different,” Jeff begins, “and get this, the old bitch fell asleep on me. So it felt like I was fucking a dead women. But she wasn’t as cold,” Nick looks into Jeff’s eyes as he chews his food pondering his next question.

  “Nah, I won’t even ask.”

  “The answer is probably yes anyway,” Jeff laughs.

  “I figured,” Nick says. “Have you even taken a bite of your food yet?” he asks.

  “I decided I wasn’t hungry after all.”

  “Well I’m done, and I’ve got work to get back to. The tight assed Mr. Hall you spoke off so highly needs his bath. Duty calls,” Nick stands from the table, his tray in his hands, and pushes his chair underneath the table.

  “If you’re not careful, doody will really call with that one,” Jeff grins.

  “Yeah, I know all too well. He can’t control his bowels worth a damn,” shakes his head. “Anyway, wish me luck.”

  “Luck fucker,” Jeff says.

  “Thanks you fucking shithead.”

  As Nick reaches the shut door of Mr. Hall’s room, he hears the old man crying inside. He knocks.

  “Mr. Hall? Are you okay in there?” he asks. No answer. He knocks again. “Mr. Hall? It’s me, Nick. I’ve come to give you your afternoon bath.”

  “Go away you little shit! Don’t come in here!” Mr. Hall replies.

  “What’s wrong? Do you need me to call someone for you? A nurse, or a doctor perhaps?”

  “I want you to go the fuck away, just as I told you!”

  “Now sir, I can’t do that if I think you’re having any kind of medical emergency, or are in danger,” Nick says with no further reply. “Mr. Hall?” Nick knocks on the door agai
n. “Mr. Hall, are you still listening?” He slowly turns the knob of the door and begins to open it. “I’m coming in. I’m only going to check on you,” he tries to reassure the old man. He tries to push on the door, but something was against it. Nick pushes harder, finally opening it, discovering an arm chair had been holding it back. `“Holy fucking shit!” Nick cries out as he sees Mr. Hall lying over on his bed covered in a pool of blood from cutting his own throat with the straight razor he used for shaving. “Someone help!” Nick cries out as he places his head out of the door and into the hallway. A nurse immediately responds.

  “Oh Jesus!” she says. “Go call 911 Nick,” she instructs.

  “They can’t help him!” Nick replies.

  “Just do it dammit!” the nurse screams as Nick makes his way to the front desk and calls for help.

  As Nick makes his way back down the hall toward the old man’s room, a sickening feeling falls over him, and thought’s begin to flow through his mind.

  Of all the people that could have died today, why did it have to be the one old man that I hadn’t fucked yet?

  “Hey Nick, did you hear?” Jeff asks as he meets Nick in the hallway an hour after Mr. Hall’s death.

  “Yeah, I was the one that found him,” Nick replies.

  “No shit?”

  “No shit.”

  “Well I’ll be a son of a bitch,” Jeff says. “What did he look like?” he asks.

  “Bloody as fuck!” Nick begins. “And dead,” he places his head down.

  “Ah cheer up bro,” Jeff pats him on his shoulders as they begin walking. “These old fuckers die every day. It’s nothing to get upset over,” Jeff attempts to assure him.

  “They don’t cut their own fucking throat though,”

  “Well maybe not, but death is death, and we’ve all gotta go somehow.” “Maybe you’re right,” Nick begins. “But I’ll tell you one goddamn thing,” “What’s that?” Jeff asks.