Bullet Through Your Face (improved format) by Edward Lee Read Free Book Online Page A

the dirty finger haunted
him. Any time he’d unconsciously scratch an itch on his nose, that
horrible shit-and-spit smell was there. There was no hope. Or was there?
    He’d overheard her, hadn’t he? Kari Ann? Trying to talk her
brothers into letting him go.
At least that meant she was thinking about it.
The third night, they came up twice. It was hard to concentrate
with Hull saying “Wiggle that finger, bitch” and Jory saying “Make
that cornhole tight! ” both at the same time. Jory fondling Gray’s
testicles didn’t help. In time, Gray gulped down another liberal
dispensation of Hull’s sperm, while Jory came in his ass like a squirt
gun.
When Jory inched out, he slapped Gray hard on the ass. “That’s
a good girl!” he celebrated. He reached forward and pinched Gray’s
nipple. “You’re one great fuck. Fuckin’you’s like fuckin’a l’il school
girl.”
Hull bopped Gray’s temple with his knuckles. “Say thank ya
when my brother comp-ler-ments ya.”
Gray rolled his eyes. “Thank you.”
“You know, Jory,” Hull said. He remained standing, his overalls
still down. “I’se feisty tonight.”
“Yeah?”
Gray felt disconcerted when he saw what Hull was doing. He
was tugging on his deflated penis. What? Again? Gray thought.
Hull went on, “I don’t usually fancy to it but I think, I say, I think
I might like ta have me a piece’a his ass, too. Ain’t had me a good
butt-fuckin’ in a while. Now if I kin just get my dog hard again . . .”
Hull kept playing with himself. Gray prayed, Please, please, DON’T get hard again...
Hull got hard again.
“Tear yourself off a piece, brother,” Jory said.
For the love of God, Gray thought. He knew there was no way his rectal cavity could accommodate an erection the size of Hull’s.
Something would have to give, the same way as if you stuck a
cucumber in a donut hole. Gray’s anus was the donut hole.
    I’ll bust! he thought.
“Yeah, boy!” Jory rooted. “Git it, brother! Stick that dirty girl!”
Hull kneed right up and pushed the baby-apple-sized glans into Gray’s
asshole. He shoved. Hull’s dick went into his colon, and Gray
threw up digested pumpkin mush. It felt like Hull had his entire
forearm up there. All Gray could do was squeeze tears from his eyes
and shudder.
“Like that, City?” Hull asked and reached forward to squeeze Gray’s “tit.”
    “Bet he does,” Jory speculated. “Bet he’s gittin’ hard hisself.”
“Naw,” Hull confirmed. He grabbed Gray’s genitals, which were limp as a handful of Jello.
    Hull was rocking, driving into him, back and forth. Gray felt
skewered. His mind raced against the pain and monumental pressure.
“Aw, yeah, aw, yeah . . .” Gray was nearly unconscious when Hull
had his moment. He came like a gila monster vomiting, and when he
pulled out, Gray thought he was shitting a coffee can. He collapsed
and rolled over, exhausted.
    “Sleep tight, hon,” Jory chuckled.
“This’ll be yer last nat, boy,” Hull informed.
“My last. . . . night?” Gray mumbled.
“I’ll’se be pickin’ up the rest’a the clear-coat tuh-marruh. Then we’ll be
finished with yer car.”
Jory was rebuckling his overalls. “But don’t’cha worry none.
We’ll be shore ta fuck ya one more tam ‘fore we kill ya.”
The brothers left laughing, slamming the door behind them.
Gray lay paralyzed. Now he knew what women felt like after being
raped; it was far more than the physical violation. It was something
psychical, too. His soul didn’t matter. He was just a body to be
utilized for primal pleasure. He was the Kleenex they were using to
blow their noses into.
    And tomorrow they would throw the Kleenex in the trash.
When they were done “tricking” up his car, they’d simply sell it
and would, hence, need a new one. They’d have to get rid of Gray to
make room for the next poor sap.
And now he saw the cruellest truth for the first time. Could he
really blame Jory and Hull for their crimes? Could he