“You weak ass fucker,” Jeff says with a laugh directed toward Mark, but he already knew he was weak. However, he thought it was for reasons far beyond what Jeff thought they were, or could even grasp in his limited state of being. Mark thought he was weak for hanging around such a delusional, psychotic man such as Jeff, but he wasn’t given a choice. He couldn’t escape his fear of Jeff and knowing what might happen if he defied him. He knew this was what made him weak, and he hated himself for it.
Jeff unzips his pants, removes his penis, and places his right hand in the blood pool formed around the neckline of the young girl’s neck. Stroking his penis, he begins to moan until he is erect. Jeff had stripped the young girl of clothing earlier, so an easy entry into her vaginal region wasn’t a problem for him. He climbs onto the cold, silver metal table that she is lying upon, and inserts his penis into her dry vagina.
“I can’t watch this shit,” Mark says as he turns and looks away.
“Then don’t, but this shit feels good. Are you sure you don’t want to try it?” Jeff asks as he closes his eyes and smiles.
“Yeah, I’m confident that isn’t for me, bro,” Mark says.
“Your...uh,” Jeff pulls out and ejaculates onto the dead girl’s face before he can finish his sentence. He licks his fingers of the remaining blood and semen remaining on them, places his penis back into his pants, and zips them back up. “Damn that felt good,” Mark begins to make his way out of Jeff’s garage door, “So what now?” Jeff asks as he looks over at Mark, “Wait! Are you leaving?” he asks.
“Yeah, I’ll see you later,” Mark says fairly certain he didn’t actually want to see him later.
“Whatever, bro,” Jeff says. “I guess I’ll catch you later then.” Mark closes the door behind him. Jeff glances back down at the now lifeless body of the young girl. “So what are we going to do now, baby?” He places his hand to his ear as if he was listening to someone whisper to him, and responds, “Oh, you want me to eat your pussy? Are you sure that’s what you really want me to do?” He smiles as he slides his body down the table toward the girl’s crotch region . “Well that’s exactly what I’ll do then,” He says as he spreads the girl’s legs open wide.
The night was still young as the sun began to set outside. Jeff was hungry, and dinner was being served on a silver platter.
AFFAIR
Mark arrives home a little after eight thirty, and as he walks in the front door of his dilapidated single wide trailer, he notices his mother is sprawled out on the couch being hammered by the redneck neighbor from next door.
“God, Mom, really?” Mark says as he covers his eyes in disgust.
“What, you little shit?” she says. “You act like you ain’t ever saw people fucking before.”
“Not my mama. Jesus,” he says.
“Respect your mother,” Jason, the very noticeably methed out neighbor says to Mark.
“Fuck you, man,” Mark says.
“No, fuck you,” Jason says. “You’re the thirty year old man still living with your fucking mother.”
“Go to hell,” Mark says as he walks to his room.
“I’m coming! I’m coming!” his mother cries out from the living room.
“Mama, don’t come in here!” Mark screams out to his mother, but realizes she wasn’t referring to coming into his room. “Dammit,” he says as he shuts his door and lies on his bed. He eventually drifts off to sleep.
As morning arrives, Mark awakens abruptly to a knock on his bedroom door.
“Oh my God! What the fuck?” he says in frustration.
“Hey bro, get up!” Jeff says as he opens the bedroom door and rushes in. “Put your dick away, we’ve got something to do.”
“No, Jeff. I can’t man. Not today,” says Mark as he sits up in his bed and wipes his eyes.
“Yeah, we’re doing this. Now get the fuck up,” he says as he pulls Mark by the arm and out of the bed. “Get up, you fat fuck.”
“Fuck me with a shovel handle,” Mark says.
“Really?” Jeff asks. “Because I can arrange that you know.”
‘No, jackass! It’s an expression of frustration,” Mark says.
“Yeah, well I ain’t ever heard that one,” Jeff says. “Anyway dipshit, get up. We’ve got to go.”
“Where are we going anyway?” Mark asks as he begins to stand up.
“You’ll see. It’s a surprise,” Jeff says with a suspicious smile. Mark releases an obvious sigh of frustration.
“I’m sure it’ll be fun,” Mark says with obvious sarcasm. He places his shoes on, and the two of them leave the bedroom.
As they walk through the living room and toward the front door, Jeff momentarily glances back at Mark and smiles. “You’re mom is fairly hot to be such an old bitch,” he says.
“What the hell?” Mark asks.
“She’s lying naked on the couch, and she’s not half bad looking,” Jeff says as he opens the front door. Mark turns and notices his mother.
“God dammit, Mama, put on some clothes,” he says.
“Fuck you,” she mumbles out.
“Let’s just go, Jeff. Jesus,” Mark says as he walks out of the door and closes it behind him.
They get into Jeff’s red five speed manual shift 1998 Ford Ranger, and Jeff starts the ignition. “You remember Rebecca from Mrs. Johnson’s class senior year? Blonde headed girl with the cute tits?” he asks Mark.
“Yeah, why?” Mark asks.
“I took her out last night after you left, and you won’t believe what she did,” Jeff says as he begins to drive out of Mark’s driveway and down the road.
“You had a regular date? With no funny business?” Mark asks.
“Yes, but listen. Do you see the gear shifter there in the floor?” Jeff asks.
“Yeah, why?” Mark asks.
“She fucked the shit out of it!” Jeff says as he looks at Mark wide eyed and mouth agape awaiting a surprised response from him. In not receiving one, his expression changes. “Did you not hear me? She...fucked..my gear shift,”
“Yeah, I heard you,” Mark says. “it’s just not that interesting to me.”
“God, man. You’re no fun,” Jeff says.
“So are you guys going out again or what?” Mark asks politely with even less interest than it appeared that he actually had.
“Maybe,” Jeff says. “Enough about that though. Let me tell you about where we’re going.”
“I can’t wait,” Mark says.
“Do you remember Darren and Aaron?” Jeff asks.
“The only homosexual couple in town?” Mark asks.
“No, the faggot couple,” Jeff responds. Mark sighs.
“Yeah, them. I remember Jeff. Why?”
“You’re going to help me kill them,” Jeff says with a grin of excitement.
“I really don’t want to do this anymore bro,” Mark says.
“Well, you don’t have a choice now do you?”
“Why don’t I? Why don’t I have a choice? Remind me again?” Mark asks.
“Because I’ll fucking kill you if you don’t help me,” Jeff laughs. “That’s easy enough to understand, right?”
“Yeah, I got it,” Mark says as they turn onto a dirt road.
“Come on, man. You’re my best friend. I wouldn’t really kill you, you know that right?” Jeff smiles and he pats Mark on the shoulder. Mark gives him a quick smile.
There were no houses around. Jeff always picked places without anyone else around. The obvious reason was so that there were no witnesses.
“Their drive is up on the right,” Jeff says to Mark.
They pull into the drive and park.
ABUSED
“What have they done to you exactly, Jeff? Why them?” Mark asks.
“Well, Jesus Mark,” Jeff begins, “They don’t have to do anything. They’re goddamn fags, man. They deserve to die,” he laughs.
“No they don’t, you redneck mother fucker,” Mark says angrily to Jeff.
“Fuc
k you, man. You do what the fuck I say, remember?” Jeff says.
“Yeah, I got it,” Mark responds. “So what’s the plan?”
“No plan exactly. Knock, knock. You’re dead,” Jeff says.
“Fuck,” Mark says as he opens the passengers side of the truck and steps out. They begin to walk toward the front door of the home. As they reach it, Jeff knocks on the door.
“Who is it?” asks a voice from the other side.
“John and Sam, sir,” Jeff says.
“Just a minute,” says the voice. A moment later the door opens and Darren is standing on the other side. “Can I help you?” he asks.
“Yes sir, we’re here representing the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, and we’d like to tell you about Jesus. May we come in a minute? We won’t take up much of your time,” Jeff tries to smile as convincingly as possible.
“Aaron?” Darren yells out.
“Yeah?” Aaron responds from the background.
“Do you feel like hearing about Jesus today?” Darren asks.
“Yeah, why the hell not. I’m bored anyway. Invite them in,” Aaron says.
“Come on in, guys,” Darren says as he opens the door and invites the two of them in. Jeff glances over at Mark with a look of surprise at how easy it was to get access to the home. It was the first time anyone had ever actually invited them in on their own.
“Thanks Darren,” Jeff says.
“You’re welcome,” Darren says, “Wait, how do you know my name?” he asks. Jeff pulls out his gun and points it at Darren. Aaron stands from the chair he was seated in and runs out of the room.
“Go after the fucker, Mark,” Jeff says. Mark turns his head and stares at Jeff reluctant to chase after Aaron. “Well do it, goddammit,” Jeff demands.
“Shit,” Mark says as he runs out of the room.
“And you,” Jeff begins as he points the gun towards Darren, “sit the fuck down.”
“What do you guys want with us?” Darren asks.
“I sure as hell don’t want to fuck you in the ass, you fucking faggot,” Jeff says. “I ain’t no queer like you bastards.”
“Really? Is that what this is about, you homophobic son of a bitch?” Darren asks. Mark returns into the room with Aaron. He holds Aaron tightly by his right arm.
“What do you want me to do with him?” Mark asks Jeff.
“Sit him over here by this one,” Jeff says. Mark places Aaron down by his partner.
“Listen man…” Aaron begins.
“No you listen fucker, I want you to listen very carefully,” Jeff says, “You’re a disease. Now strip your clothes off.”
“Both of us?” Darren asks.
“Yeah, both of you,” Jeff says. Mark sits down on the couch not happy about what’s going on, but knowing as usual, he can’t go against Jeff’s wishes and demands. Darren and Aaron both remove their clothes. As they stand naked side by side, Jeff looks them over. “I ain’t a fag, obviously,” he says with a chuckle and a glances over at Mark, “but those are some nice dicks you guys have there,” he smiles. “I guess if I were a fag you guys would be good looking enough for me.”
“Thanks, I guess?” Darren says. “Please don’t hurt us,” he begins to plead.
“Mark, come here and hold this gun on them,” Jeff says. Mark stands up and walks over, takes the gun from him, and holds it on the two guys. “I’m going to look around for a minute.” Jeff begins to walk around the kitchen, looking through cabinets and drawers. “I found something I like here, Mark,” he says as he pulls a tube of superglue from the drawer adjoining the kitchen sink. He walks back over toward the couple and looks at them. He smiles. “Aaron, stroke Darren’s dick until it’s erect.”
“What?” Aaron asks.
“You heard me. Now do it or I’ll kill him,” Jeff says.
“Jeff, really?” Mark asks.
“Shut the fuck up, Mark. Now do it, Aaron!” Jeff says as he takes the gun back from Mark and points it toward Darren. “You know I’ll do it.” Aaron reaches over to Darren’s penis and grabs it with a firm grip. The way he had so many times before. He begins to stroke it. Darren quickly becomes erect despite the situation they were in. “That’s good, you can stop. Now Aaron, bend over,” Aaron stares at him, “Do it fag!” Jeff demands. Aaron bends over and places his hands on the couch with his back side in the air. Jeff takes the superglue, opens it, and squirts it out onto Darrens erect penis. “Place your dick in his ass,” Jeff says to Darren.
“No way man. I ain’t gonna do that shit!” Darren says. Jeff places the gun in Darrens rectum.
“Now!” Jeff says. Darren inserts his penis into Aaron’s rectum. “Now don’t move,” Jeff says as he laughs.
“Damn Jeff,” Mark says. He turns his head in disgust.
“Okay, now pull out Darren,” Jeff says to Darren. Darren tries to remove his penis from Aaron but can’t as the superglue has now set and dried.
“I can’t! I can’t do it!” Darren screams.
“That hurts Darren!” Aaron screams back.
“I know! I know! I won’t do it!” Darren tries to reassure his partner.
“Mark, hold Aaron still,” Jeff says. Mark reluctantly grabs Aaron and holds him down on the couch. “We’re going to rip the queer right out of these fags. All of the bad memories that caused you to feel this way, are all going to be ripped away now.”
“I’m not even really gay,” Aaron says, “I’m actually bi-sexual and it’s not my fault you see!”
“I don’t care!” Jeff says.
“I was abused as a child. I’m just experimenting. I don’t even love this guy!” Aaron tries to say convincingly.
“What the hell, Aaron?” Darren asks. Jeff laughs at the scene.
Jeff takes a grip of Darren from behind him by the hips and begins to pull, trying to remove Darren’s penis himself, and does. Darren’s penis rips out of Aaron with a bloody force, ripping and pulling anything and everything that would stick to it and come with it. As a stream of blood flows into the floor from Aaron’s rectum, he falls and cries out in pain. Darren screams as he looks down at his penis. It was covered in blood and surrounded with pieces of what he assumed was Aaron’s rectum. Jeff places his gun’s barrel into Darren’s mouth and pulls the trigger. He falls to the floor. “Let’s go,” he says to Mark.
“What about him?” Mark asks, “I’m not going to jail because you left someone alive to talk and identify us.” Jeff removes his knife from his pocket and cuts Aaron’s tongue from his mouth as well as pokes out both of his eyes.
“He’ll die soon enough,” Jeff says as he walks out of the front door and toward the truck. Mark follows close behind. They both get in and Jeff starts up the engine. “I’m hungry. What would you say to a burger and shake?”
BEGIN
Mark started the ninth grade like any fifteen year old would in the year nineteen ninety seven; scared shitless. He and his mother had just moved to a new town, leaving all of his old friends behind in the small Alabama town he was born in. Jefferson City, Georgia seemed like a shit-hole to him, and he definitely wasn’t excited to be there.
He walked into his homeroom that Monday morning and sat in the desk toward the back classroom corner. He and his mother were poor, and it was quite evident by his wearing of a torn hand-me-down early nineties New Kids on the Block t-shirt. It definitely wasn’t the definition of cool.
Although Mark fully expected to be force fed a mouth full of jock shit in the boys bathroom at some point during that day, one teen befriended him despite his obvious ability to stick out like a sore thumb. His name was Jeff Daughtry. He was a tall, slightly overweight, dark haired youth a year older than Mark. Their first encounter was an awkward one as they stood side by side at adjoining urinals.
“What’s up, Joey?” Jeff asked Mark.
“Excuse me?” Mark asked.
“Joey?” Jeff asked as Mark looked at him in confusion. “You know, from New Kids?” Mark continued to stare. “On you
r shirt?” Mark looked down at his shirt.
“Oh, yeah. I’m sorry. I forgot I was wearing this dumb ass shit,” he said with embarrassment.
“Nah, it’s cool dude. Don’t sweat it,” Jeff said as he zipped his pants. Mark did the same as they both began to walk toward the sink. “So, what’s your real name?” Jeff asked.
“Mark, and you?” Mark asked.
“Jeff, nice to meet ya man,” Jeff responded.
“Yeah, you too,” Mark said with a smile.
“Well, hey bro, maybe I’ll see you around okay?” Jeff said.
“Yeah, sounds good. Talk to you later then,” Mark said as they walk out of the bathroom and into the hall.
They walked their separate ways, but from that day forward, they were inseparable.
HYPOCRITE
To everyone that knew him, Jeff seemed to be a normal guy. That is, to everyone except Mark. He had a job as a car salesman, and was great at it. Some even said that he could sell someone their own testicles if given the chance. He was that damn good. Saying he was charismatic was an understatement. A pillar of the community was a better way of putting it. A faithful member of Jefferson City Grace Christian Church his entire life, he was never questioned about his loyalty or following of the Lord. He was responsible for many of the tasks that needed to be done around the church. He often cut the grass on Saturday’s and even placed the slogan on the church sign for the week. He was most proud of the sign that read, “This country was founded on Christian values. If you’re not happy with it, then move!” His church believed he was the very definition of the grace that Christ spoke of. What they didn’t know was Grace was the name of the whore he fucked on Saturday nights, and not the lifestyle he lived to display to others. He would live his fake life for everyone to see, and his secret one for no one except Mark. However, he’d get out his message of hate and ignorance, one church sign at the time. He seemed to be pillar of the community, but all the members did. Jefferson City was full of people like Jeff. Redneck Sunday Christians with a love of guns, the tea party, and a hatred of homosexuals or anyone not white enough to lay on a tanning bed. Some of the residents displayed their hatred through messages on Facebook or in the local Newspaper. Jeff however, took it out on others. He killed, and unlike the rest of Jefferson City, it wasn’t deer, but he loved every minute of it.
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