by Tony Duvert
those dog hairs are ugly ugh and besides they’re not frizzy enough says Gerard don’t you know how a girl’s cunt should look Claude?
well then smart-ass you do it
what you should do is go around to all the guys here who’ve got some hair down there and everybody can cut off a little of his then we can glue it all around Adorée’s hole at once they set to work scissors waving shoving stabbing those guys who remain too reticent Come on you guys none of this carrying on huh But I don’t have any down there honest I don’t believe you show us then
Lulu terribly embarrassed runs to his room with all his red muscles his face equally red now from the two stinging slaps his mother has just handed him it’s a very cheap lipstick since his shirt is already smudged all over inside he spits on his fat belly tries scraping off the artwork
has everybody given yet?
no Simon hasn’t and he’s got lots of hairs down there
hair hair step right up folks who’s got more hair mohair! Gerard spieling like some barker in a carny show Simon opens his fly quite forthright now and says Go to it then you guys Gerard comes closer all excited scissors poised Hey there I’m not some fucking poodle you know you’re letting it fall all over the floor asshole they pluck the dog hair from Adoree’s adorable cunt and Claude now applies boy hairs with quick drying glue chestnut colored curls rather sparse though So what if there’s not enough that makes her look even younger remarks Bob who wonders how long it will take to dry so that he can
carried off by the current it doesn’t sink so they jump in the boat rowing furiously galley slaves whips flashing and finally manage to come up alongside the cadaver pushing it under smashing their oars against that greenish flesh already so flaccid it bursts like a boil and long black hairs streaming breaking loose from the tiny skull which keeps bobbing to the surface further downstream the entire body finally popping up once more riding the swift current they finally catching up with it again holding on tightly to those hairs this time turning the boat toward the riverbank to weight it down with rocks but suddenly there on the island they spy five maybe six boys all in bathing trunks watching them I’m pulling out fuck it says Bernard after all I wasn’t even here when it all happened you’d better go and warn René and get out of this mess the best way you can fuck it Justin very fright ened now lets go of the girl which the river carries bouncing downstream they’ll see her for sure but they won’t have any idea where she comes from he tells himself reassuringly
that evening it’s the adorable Adorée’s wedding We’ll draw lots to see who gets to be the groom says Simon Did you say we’ll draw snots asks Bob which makes Yann giggle and Claude looking very stern explains The longest one wins What longest one? shouts Yann Not what you think asshole! says Claude so angry now to see Yann siding with Bob Come on gang says Simon enough of this horsing around huh he’s holding out a hat filled with strips of paper folded into squares me me me please let me be the priest! cries Dominic who has just come back from the toilet hitching up the suspenders of his rompers
Lulu loitered at the back of the store with one eye peeled on the outside door but Marco never came by and as for Bernard quite a few times he passed in front of the window always making a fist giving Lulu the finger Fatso cowshit fairy I’ll bury both my clodhoppers up your asshole for Bernard must have his revenge over those five francs if it’s the last thing he’ll smash Lulu’s face in the others should have warned him when they gangfucked that girl Justin insists it’s René who tied her up but that other fuckhead the one they call Guilty he’s the meanest of all the gypsies won’t go to the fuzz but they know how to use a knife those types always do she must have run off from their caravan or maybe she went down there to fish and they aren’t allowed to do that by the town you know she fell into the water René pushed her he must have kept her his prisoner there in that cabin at least a couple of days bound and gagged naked no water no food he goes there in secret after school each afternoon to fuck her he never says a word to her she dies slowly inch by inch as he bites her dried apricot until blood red juice spurts he shoves himself into her bony ass he’s nailed into the partition directly in back of her a piece of wood sticking out at a right angle that points puncturing her anus and he rips her from above fucking pissing all over her before leaving each night he even sneaks back some nights after supper sparring shadowboxing fists smacking against her dying woman’s face child’s face no longer as he spreads wide with sticky fingers her vulva plunging his entire hand within closing opening his fist inside he unties the woman knocks her to the ground then kneels runs her through while lifting her balancing her body upon his cock and shoots shoots all the while she totters swaying
he climbed up to the attic one afternoon when the others were out playing and spoke to her My darling oh my sweet little honeybunch I’ve missed you so and Yann hiding in the shadows heartbroken watches My sweetheart you love me too don’t you Claude climbs up using a chair and puts both arms around Ada why she’s like holy communion to him well I’m not afraid I’ve already stolen some matches and tomorrow morning while everybody is showering and shitting I’ll set fire to that horrible bitch but she has some of Claude’s hairs sticking out there oh if only I could recognize which ones since I don’t have anything like that any hairs belonging to him
pelvis pink satin continually injected with fuck will soon rot public pubic fleece falling stitching everywhere snapping they don’t even bother to pull her bottle-green briefs back up anymore after they’ve shot their loads no matter when you come up here to see her it’s always that same gaping stinking sticky today my darling love we had steak for lunch very rare and oh so thick and also hard-boiled eggs shrimp with mayonnaise some thin slices of ham all rolled up like horns and filled with mayonnaise too oh yes my love we eat quite well here you can even ask for seconds of meat or green beans or fried potatoes I never eat any salad though I always take some it’s for Yann my buddy you know he likes all that vinegary mayonnaisey stuff see we switch plates he gives me his cheese yes that’s right my darling we have all kinds here petit-suisse brie roquefort cream I picked a cherry tart and some coffee ice cream and he of course something gooey a napoleon and two slices of apple tart with caramel all over the top plus plenty of whipped cream on top of that to make it even runnier no my darling he’s not really a glutton just a growing boy you see and he has to eat all that stuff I guess in order to develop oh my adorable Adorée your nose is coming unglued again wait a minute I’ll fix it for you did you have a good dinner too? I’m not going to stay hidden be hind this curtain I’m too scared all alone with only her hanging there but when Claude goes back downstairs he seems much more calm I ask Have you seen your adorable Adorée lately? he gives me a quick suspicious look No uh I went up there uh but only to change my sweater you see well tomorrow morning he’ll see I’ll burn that bitch up even if he goes crazy over it I can cure him afterward
it’s Christian who picks the longest paper from the hat he also does Adorée’s voice during the ceremony twittering ‘Deed I do! and Dominic long white sheet draped over his shoulders that he keeps tripping on intones Dearly beloved am-stram-gram dip-her-in-water dip-her-in-glue I’ll bet-I-can-beat-you-playing-dom-inoes! and Christian responds low-voiced for the man then bird-pitched for the bride and after the mass was over all the guys telling Dominic to hurry it up for crissakes Christian climbed they held the ladder on both sides to steady it for him they held Adorée steady too he opened his fly pulled out his prick with all that skin covering the tip and there he goes right straight in bull’s-eye first try all the while pecking at her felt mouth Be careful that’s my beach ball somebody cries don’t make any holes Oh fuck off! Christian cries already coming Oh oh oooooooooooh Yeah I had fun he says afterward but it’s too big the hole’s too big and it hurts there must be a nail inside he pulls out his cock to examine it Oh shit I’m bleeding! Don’t get your bowels in an uproar says Simon you must have caught the clap that’s all oh we all had a good laugh about tha
t watching poor Christian making a dash for the toilets panic in his eyes Ah-men! Ah-men! sang Dominic the priest opening wide his arms intoning What a mess of a mass this is! as for me I was already too drowsy I left them all to go back to our bed they always play such silly games Claude woke me up later kissed me like he used to before murmured I’m going to hit the sack myself they’ve ripped her all apart So much the better I thought falling back asleep but he fucked me all the same they carried her out to the great meadow stood her up straight sticking one wooden leg into the ground one by one taking turns hurling rocks very soon her head had come off finally they tossed her into the river lovely blue silk rippling coming loose sliding gliding free sailing blue waves I left them and went under the pines to get in the shade near where the cows the littlest kids were playing house there like always and then François the dark-haired one I like him a lot he’s very cuddly I went over to visit his house we whacked off they made their houses out of pine cones first they draw a floor plan in the dirt gray red sandy here with a stick then set pine cones in rows all along those lines and when the house is done there’s usually an entrance hall bathroom, drawing room dining room we squatted down together François and me in the bedroom I walked into his drawing room then we both pissed in unison in the toilet there was a little hole in the dirt he marked out again the walls I’d knocked down and that’s when we decided to enlarge made up a new floor plan taking giant steps deciding how many needed for each room This here’s my own very private chateau François said proudly he needed an awful lot of pine cones to fit out all these new walls there was even a staircase landing where you marked time counting out the stairs saying boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom before arriving at the upstairs bedroom the hole to piss in was very deep by now François asked Should we both jerk off maybe? I answered not just now and he walked over into his kitchen rather disappointed he had drawn a sink there some faucets and a stove upon the top of which he set some pine cones to cooking
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fragments of a house but reduced to nothing torn to bits I keep steadily before me a long sunken road high embankment on both sides foam flecked this hollowed out basin grows narrower and narrower flows finally into a flat sea of gray earth violaceous where heather tops it pine trees irregularly spaced tufts of whiteness clouds frisking in the winds above that gasping mouth aslant where the chalky sea widens corridor so dark and shadowy icy cold cane strokes on the bare soles of feet I never received any such they preferred more rapid punishments naive messy tortures they didn’t understand the human body very well teasing only what frightened them most
that same flank once more long expanse of yellow wall flat and cold windows too tiny the hard cold profile of such a house no smooth corners anywhere to rest the eyes my eyes and him head down hanging by his knees undersides hollow curving over and around the tree branch head down there below the foliage the rough bark scrapes his skin tracing long scratches not red though but white as if drawn upon the darker body with chalk his hands reach out to caress the tall grasses he grabs up fistfuls blood getting more and more heavy in his head yet his cheeks hardly pink beneath the tan the huge drawing room with its antique furniture the dining room the attic all the various floors laid out so orderly stark naked if I only would dare enter footfalls of boys climbing stairs making themselves known by scuffling snorting panting eyes so alive and sparkling locks of hair that fly in whorls of black and chestnut and gold hands sliding along banisters voices receding receding
the path crosses a rise of ground I stood there staring across at the other side like the sea deep down far off but this sea concave sunken far below us he says It’s the sea and can no longer keep from laughing our special kind of sea anyway listen he holds out a huge shell shoves it up hard against my ear listen to the sea he says I hear an echo that other shell composed of flesh cochlea my own ear applied against it murmur of a subterranean river like a cry without discernible voices the silence of an abyss absorbing another abyss both ears calling out to each other ear of flesh resounding ear of conch I pull them apart the child says smiling See you heard it for yourself didn’t you it’s the sea all that water below us that will swallow us up if we venture down there horizon high above on a level with the high ground high walls surrounding us gray sea gray salt gray wavelets of chalk fluttering there like kissing mouths beaks suckers I’m scared of this water I won’t walk along this path
impossible to approach the façade of their house the boy hanging upside down from the tree branch abruptly flings out both arms reaching up for his knees catches hold of the branch one hand to the left of his left knee one hand to the right of his right knee even though the bough is too thick for his fingers to make it all the way around palms pressed flat fingernails digging into the bark he bends both arms at the elbows outward sucks in his stomach legs now rigid hoisting himself upward and his knees swinging rigidly drop after making a quarter-turn their hollows creased feet dangling below still tingling as he now suddenly sits erect upon the branch then almost immediately bored he jumps down to the ground rubbing the insides of both knees feeling that tingling still in the back of his calves his thighs he yanks at his belt pulling up his pants tucking in his shirttails pushing back the mop of wet hair that has fallen down over his eyes not one single gesture does he forget to make I hope he’ll decide to take a piss now since I can make out a thick trunk throbbing there within his trousers I’d like to see such a penis this house does this to me
I don’t have a window opening out upon the sea a mass of blue water beyond the panes and all that ooze seeping down flakings of black salt trickling all the way to the ground that doesn’t exist the sea is lower here than all these villas on the outskirts of town it is even lower than the pine trees only masts of sailboats to be made out above them all vertical and bare except for maybe a length of twine that dangles sometimes from some window looking out upon this corner of the abandoned garden everything gone to seed where they set out their garbage cans scrap iron rusting humus thick with mildew refuse greasy curdled dumped haphazardly
the highest of the windows upon that yellow facade belongs to the black chamber a room long and narrow you entered only after first stumbling through a long unlighted corridor the floor directly beneath the attic way in the back nobody ever passes this way purposely anymore the toilets and showers are all at the other lighted end and the black chamber is condemned they say which means shut locked up you’re a prisoner inside nobody scratches upon that dark door anymore nobody treads upon or waxes that fine wooden parquetry the windows are covered with thin curtains formed by reflections of motes of dust and shimmering spiders’ webs and one white sheet hanging there slack pointed edge like a feverish tongue purple with age all twisted flowing white discharge of this dying room strung out the entire length of one wall it was once somebody’s special room somebody’s bedroom mine I wouldn’t make a mistake about such a thing now would I they center their interest upon my neck my teeth my eyes my ears my sex my asshole and if they also finally remember my fingers it’s only because in their favorite books sinister Chinamen shove things under them so they suddenly assume asiatic airs crooked smiles eyebrows arching demoniacally and the subtle slithery movements of a she tiger these affectations of theirs they never quite carry off they don’t really understand any of it since they don’t feel it themselves inside they are just ingenious enough though to carve with their penknives some chopsticks sharply pointed from match sticks leaving the sulphurous tips intact having no idea ahead of time that the other pointed ends will not slide all that easily entering that chink if you’ll pardon the pun between flesh and fingernail the flesh of course resists the wood resists too and they are forced to push harder and harder until the skin breaks open bright red that’s when his hand started shaking his knees giving way his throat all tight it hurt him doing this he hadn’t the strength to shove any other pointed sticks under
all my other fingernails another one had to take over for him and yet another for him and yet another will have to light the sulphur tips one by one these matches all soaked drowning in my blood sputter and go out in red wetness even before the flame ever reaches my fingernails amateurs really
roughcast wall outcropping of stones too rough and uneven for striking matches upon with one clean unbroken movement downward the matches all keep breaking they wasting most of their energy in just trying to light them and finally a few succeed by flicking their thumbnails against the tips as if fire itself sprang forth from luminous fingers I was given the haunted chamber that’s what they pretend anyway nobody would ever sleep there alone if he could help it a room so long that the farthest end was lost in shadows even during the day the ceiling also invisible too high above me when they first brought me here they I didn’t believe in their silly ghosts what terrified me was the boys themselves who brushed past me in broad daylight or else shoved me into corners and oh the agony when their loud voices called out my name a grand piano resounding of sonatinas dull echoes that sometimes arrive up here from the apartments below the piano in that salon between the billiard room and the linen room their fingers better fashioned for grasping sticks tossing balls swinging tennis rackets gripping knives hammers saws the ropes of a swing but the directress insists demanding that all those hands also apply themselves to performing asinine musical exercises that refuse to yield up their secrets to such pulpy fingers the keys slippery and treacherous impavid to such sweat-stained attacks a boy wearing only a pair of tight briefs once played and quite well too a rapid melody full of confusing key changes tricky rhythms highly serious sounds that all seemed to emerge from that lower end of the keyboard where everything sounds slower deeper somehow his feet in socks no shoes those briefs pinched tight between his cheeks the ass itself so supple so smooth there on each side of that trembling fissure the boy pushed down hard on the loud pedal and made all kinds of boyish racket
