Degenerate

by Havok, Rayne

  Table of Contents

  Title page

  Rights

  Dedication

  Summary

  Warning

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Epilogue

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  Title page

  Degenerate

  By Rayne Havok

  Rights

  Published by: WhorrorAble Publications

  Copyright: December 2016

  By: Rayne Havok

  All right reserved

  Cover art by: Rayne Havok

  This is a work of fiction, if you find any similarities what- so- ever they are coincidental.

  No part of this book may be copied or reproduced without prior authorization from the author.

  Dedication

  This is for anyone who actually makes it through to the end of the book and does not hate me.

  Summary

  After receiving news of his father’s untimely death Tyler Rydek sets out on a journey back to his childhood home, he learns quickly that he wasn’t the only one keeping secrets in that house.

  Warning:

  I’m told this book should have an ‘extreme’ warning.

  Because these things are always in my head and on my mind, I don’t always consider them to be over- the- top. To some it may be run- of- the mill and to others it may be too much.

  If you feel like you may have issues reading ‘extreme’ stories please do not bother with this one, you may be offended.

  I do not condone any of this shit in real life, please remember this is a work of fiction and as always do not try this at home.

  There are graphic scenes and disgusting things within these pages… you have been warned.

  Chapter One

  “Hello, am I speaking with Tyler Rydek?”

  The unknown number that I answered thinking it was Cammie calling from a friend’s phone asks. I should not be in charge of my devices after a night of binge drinking. I can barely think right now.

  “Yea,” I say, rolling over onto my side to look at the alarm clock. Seven fucking thirty. Who the fuck calls someone at 7:30am?

  I stumble into the bathroom, bumping into the wall as I pass, unsteady on my still drunken feet, not fully listening to the man’s voice. He’s going on about something I can’t hear over the stream of alcohol pushing its way out of my mornings semi- hardened cock.

  “What’s this about?” I ask after climbing back into bed, pulling the covers over my naked body up to my chin. I must have left a window open last night. The chill in here is too much. I think about going to close it but I can’t climb back out of the covers to do so right now.

  “Mr. Rydek, I’m your father’s attorney. I’m sorry to be the one to tell you this… but he has passed. The hospital called last night, he had been mugged– stabbed multiple times by the assailant. He didn’t recover. There was too much damage to his organs. They thought he would be alright after surgery, but he passed while he was sleeping.”

  I can’t wrap my head around this. My father was 45 years old, still young and full of life. “Did they catch the guy?” I ask.

  “No, no witnesses were at the scene when he was found. A woman came across him lying there in the alley. She told police he was the only one there when she arrived.”

  “Wow.” I don’t know what else to say. It hasn’t hit me yet, the words he’s saying should be enough to effect me, to bring the tears. He was my best friend, a great father, the man I idolized growing up. My hero. But, they don’t come, I don’t cry, instead I ask him why he is the one calling me.

  “He gave me strict instructions upon making his Will that I be the one to call if he were to meet his fate. I’m simply following his request.”

  “Oh, so what now?” I ask, not sure I even want to know. My eyes are getting heavy with sleep.

  “I’ll ask that you come to my office, he has some things he’d like me to give you personally. Then we can go over his last Will and Testament.”

  “Where’s my mother?” I haven’t talked to her in years, she is the reason I had to get out of that fucking town. She’s a lot to handle. And that is the fucking understatement of a lifetime.

  “Mr. Rydek, I have no idea of your mother’s whereabouts. I’m your father’s attorney. I had no dealings with her.”

  “Ok. So, when should we do this?”

  “I’d like it to be as soon as possible, he’s told me there are time sensitive things for you.”

  “Well, I can’t be there sooner than tomorrow night. It’s a long drive for me; I’m no longer in town.”

  “That should be fine; I’ll have everything ready for your arrival.”

  “I need an address.” I look around the room, I don’t even think I own a pen to take it down, but it’s a small town, I should have been able to retain enough to find it.

  “Absolutely, I’m at the old textile loft on First Street. Are you familiar with the building?”

  Oh, fuck, that old loft was the hang out for all the stoners; of course I know the place. “Yea, I know where you’re at. I’ll be there tomorrow night. Thanks for the call.”

  “I’ll see you then, sir. I’m so sorry for your loss; your father was truly a great man– a friend of mine for years.”

  “Thanks, I’m sorry you lost him, too, then.” I push end on my cell before he can say anything else, pulling the comforter over my face to warm my nose I pass out in seconds.

  Chapter Two

  The morning– or afternoon rather, comes quicker than I am ready for it. The sun coming from the large bay window is beating down on my face.

  I pick up my phone and check for a missed call from Cammie. Nothing. She is so good at avoiding me. I roll my eyes at her antics, I don’t know why I even want a fucking girlfriend, they are definitely more trouble than they’re worth. The occasional blowjob or fuck is not worth the hassle of all the emotional bullshit I have had to tolerate from them– her in particular. Say or do the wrong thing and this girl will fight with you for a week and ignore you for a second one.

  It’s becoming too much for me. Still, she does have the best ass and tits I’ve ever seen– when she actually lets me have access to them, that is. The girl is also very much a prude, little miss catholic school girl– and the kind that doesn’t go wild and fuck anyone and everything. She’s the boring kind that wants you to marry her and shit. That’s not for me, but I tell her whatever she wants to hear to let me inside. She gave me her virginity after some major manipulation on my part to get her to do it. I’m not giving up on that tight hole before I’m done with it.

  I climb my hung- over ass out of bed, remembering the call from earlier, I think of all the things I need to do to be ready to head out soon. It’s going to be a long night of driving, nearly a thousand miles. I could not have gotten far enough away when I left.

  I relieve myself then head into the kitchen for coffee, passing the front door that is standing wide open– the source of the cold last night. Not the first time I’ve neglected to close it. The damn thing swings wide open if I don’t slam it.

  I do now, the thunderous sound shaking the walls.

  The smell of coffee brewing is finally doing something to rouse my mind– waking me. My mouth is salivating for the dark drink. I take a too- big swallow of it after it’s done. Burning my mouth, but not caring, I go for a second one, topping my cup off before heading back to my room to get packed and ready for the trip.

  I pull on a pair of jeans after loading a few other pairs into my bag,
throwing some tees on top of the stack and then call Cammie’s phone. Voicemail. I leave her a message explaining why I’ll be gone for the next few days and that I need to talk to her and then slip the phone into my back pocket. I pull on a t-shirt and my favorite hoodie and take the bag to my car.

  I look around the house before leaving, making a quick checklist of things I may have overlooked. I can’t think of anything more I’ll need while I’m there so I fill a travel mug with the remainder of the coffee and lock up the house.

  Chapter Three

  I’ve always hated this drive. After leaving my parent’s house and coming here for college, I’ve made the trek a few times. Before I didn’t, choosing one day not to go back.

  When college was over, I got a job, got a house, got a life and didn’t want this fucking town to be a part of it anymore. So, it wasn’t.

  I’ve been on the road for almost three hours, making my way through my favorite playlist when I see a girl on the side of the road– telltale hitch hiker thumb up. I don’t give it much thought, I just pull over to the side of the road when I reach her. She is blonde and tall, short skirt and a top that shows off her tits. Her face is nice, but not beautiful– I notice when she sticks her head in the window I opened for her.

  “I’m going about a hundred miles west, think you could help me out?” she sounds sweet, but the eyes she’s giving me tells me she may be a little naughty.

  “I can do that.” I tell her, hitting the button to unlock the door for her.

  “Thank you.” She throws her bag into the back seat. “What’s your name?” she asks after settling into the seat next to me.

  “Tyler.” I say, looking a little too long at her thighs, exposed after her skirt gets hiked up from sitting.

  She notices, opening them slightly more– possibly subconsciously. I’ve always had a way with the ladies. My all- American boy good looks have made it easy for me to get what and whom I want. I run my hand through my shaggy blond hair and look her in the eye; my eyebrow goes up in a way that tells her I know that she wants me. The way she bites her bottom lip lets me know I was right.

  “I'm April.”

  Before pulling away I ask her, “So, April, you got gas money?” I don’t really want it, I want her to offer something else in return.

  “I don’t have any money.”

  Good. “What else could you repay this kind favor with?” My cock is growing in my pants just thinking about the possibilities.

  “Umm, what do you want?” she asks, squirming a little in her seat, showing me she knows what it might be.

  I reach my hand over to her face, sliding my thumb in between her lips and she fucking lets me.

  Slut.

  “How about you put this to work?”

  Her tongue tastes my thumb, sending a shock to my dick. “I could do that,” she says shyly. The shy shit must be all an act because she’s far too eager to get her hands on my zipper.

  The feel of her warm mouth on my excited cock makes me hiss. Her ass is high in the air, knees on her seat as she leans over the console in the center. I can see her cheeks peeking out of the skirt. I pull it up more, exposing her completely. Her little black thong is tucked nicely in between. I give one side a smack and she moans, humming around my cock. The girl is good at it, she is taking me deep– I can feel the back of her throat against the head.

  I tuck my hand under her– between her legs. She spreads to accommodate it. I feel how wet she is instantly– her panties are soaked. I bypass them quickly and slip my fingers into the slit of her meaty pussy.

  She moans again, growing hungrier for me. My finger finds her hole and I push inside of her without a care. Her juicy cunt is all too excited for me. The wet sounds coming from her hole as I pump my hand quickly mingle nicely with the sounds of her throat fucking me.

  I wrap my fingers into her hair and hold her tightly in place, bucking my hips to reach past her tonsils. She gags but doesn’t try and pull away. Her pussy accepts another of my fingers and she rocks against them.

  I get lost in the feel of her throat, my thoughts go to Cammie– she would never let me do anything like this. Sure, she’s ok with the occasional blowjob but I’d never get her to deep throat me. She is more a put your mouth around the head until I tell her it’s good enough and to stop so we can “make love” and then spreading her shy legs in missionary position until I come– which often times takes too long, as she likes it slow and sweet.

  This girl here can really take a cock. I might have to take advantage of this again before I let her out.

  My hips buck faster, pushing deeply into her, her breathing is labored and the noises coming from her throat encourage me. The sound of her gagging as she takes my cock thrills me and I’m so fucking close to coming. “Are you going to let me come in your mouth?”

  She nods, barely able to move.

  “You want to taste me, don’t you?”

  Another nod.

  “You gonna swallow it?”

  She moans in reply.

  “You’re a hungry little slut, aren’t you?”

  “Mmhmm.”

  I pull my fingers out of her and the bitch fucking whines like a dog in heat. “Make yourself come for me. I want you coming with me so hurry the fuck up.”

  Her hand works her clit fast, I watch as her arm moves quickly, rubbing herself aggressively.

  I tilt her head so I can see more of her face to watch how my cock looks inside her mouth. Her eyes are wet from choking and her mascara has made her look like a raccoon. She has her jaw wide but her lips wrapped tight. I move her head slowly up my shaft; her lips pop as I leave her mouth. Then I push my swelling cock back in, her throat accommodating me now that it has been accustomed to the girth.

  She tries to keep her eyes on mine but I fuck her faster– crashing her face into me. It makes her come only seconds later, her mouth losing focus on me a little but it gives me my opportunity to really fuck it– with her mind on her own orgasm I pound her mouth harder than is polite, ravaging her throat.

  I’m grunting hard at the effort and her choking- throat milks my coming- cock as she struggles to swallow the load down. Her head pops up as soon as I let it go, she coughs and tries to catch her breath. I see a dribble of my come on her chin– her lipstick- smeared lips adding to the beautiful picture, making her look thoroughly fucked.

  I don’t know if I’ve scared her, so I’m hesitant to say anything. I’ve not had the privilege to do something like that to anyone’s mouth. I don’t know what she’s feeling right now. So, I take this moment to tuck my cock into my pants and wait patiently for any hint of her thoughts.

  I know she’s ok when she starts to giggle.

  My neck snaps at the sound. I catch her eyes immediately and I’m struck by the huge smile on her face.

  “Well, you really like head, don’t you?” licking the last bit of my milky white dribble

  I don’t know what to say to her, so I put the car in gear and take us back on to the road, peeking occasionally at the advances she’s making at cleaning the makeup from her face. No longer looking like a clown, she goes about reapplying it.

  “There, good as new,” she says suddenly, announcing her job is done.

  I turn the radio down and take a look at her efforts. “Very good,” is what I say. Back to the boring girl she was before I face- fucked her.

  “I’ve never done anything like that before.”

  “Could’ve fooled me,” I joke.

  “I mean I’ve sucked a dick before, but never like that and never for a ride. I am not a hooker.”

  “Didn’t think you were; although, you’d make a pretty good one if you ever change your mind.” I look over to see how she has taken my joke.

  She just smiles that shy smile from before. “Where are you going?” she asks.

  “My father just died, I’m going back to check on my mom and talk about the Will and shit.”

  “I’m sorry,” is all she says. I don’t ask her
any questions, we’re just about to her drop off and I don’t want her lingering.

  “Anywhere in particular you want me to drop you?” The signs are announcing her destination now.

  “There’s a convenience store right after the exit… if you don’t mind.”

  “That works,” I say, looking at the fuel gage and realizing I should fill up while I’m there. My stomach growls to remind me that it’s empty as well.

  I pull up to a pump and she grabs her bag from the back, throwing the strap over her shoulder. “Thank you for the ride, Tyler,” she says.

  “Any time, doll,” I respond back to her, giving her a wink.

  She blushes before turning to go inside the store.

  I put my debit card into the slot at the pump and watch as the numbers tick upward until they come to a stop once it’s full. Then I pull the car into a spot and head inside to see if they have some sort of deli. They do not, I realize quickly. It’s too small in here for much of anything. I grab a candy bar and a coffee to hold me over until I stop again and wave at April as I go.

  She waves back, looking around self- consciously to see if any one notices.

  Back on the road, I’m lost in the thoughts I was able to keep at bay with that girl next to me. I regret not taking her into the restroom and fucking her, but it’s too late now to turn back, I’ll just have to live with the ‘what if’.

  I laugh at the thought of her screams echoing in that small store. The old clerk would have lost his shit at the sounds that would be coming from her as I fucked her, her hot little pussy wet and dripping for me, pounding into her from behind.

  I let out a frustrated breath. I don’t want to work myself up any more than I have so I take my hand from my hardened cock and inhale deeply, pushing those thoughts away with the long and slow exhale.