Bullet Through Your Face (improved format) (9 page)

Then Gray’s heart sang. A county sheriff’s car stopped in front
of the house.
A deputy sheriff got out. So did Kari Ann, from the driver’s side.
Within the fence, Gray saw Jory and Hull peeking through the slats.
They looked worried.
“Where?” the sheriff demanded of Kari Ann. “This sounds like
a bunch of bull.”
“Up there!” Kari Ann wailed. “That’s where they’se got him
chained up! In the attic! They’se been rapin’ him!”
Gray’s dream came true. Jory and Hull were scrambling in the
fenced yard. And the cop?
He stood with his hands on his hips, staring right up at the
window.
“Damn,” he said. “I think–I think I see someone there.”
“HEEEEEEEEEEEEELP!” Gray’s throat belted out the plea
like a cannon shot. He waved frantically, then rammed his elbow
into a glass pane, shattering it. The pieces flew out into the air.
“HELPME FOR THE LOVE OF GOD PLEASE! I’VE BEEN
IMPRISONED UP HERE!”
“I don’t believe it,” the cop said bewildered to Kari Ann. “Wait
here. I’m going up . . .”
Then the cop drew his revolver and entered the house.

Gray’s adrenalin was practically dripping off his
fingers. He
stomped up and down, shouting, when he heard the cop’s footsteps
racing upward. Gray glanced down in the yard again. There was no
sign of the brothers.
They’re already heading for the hills!
he thought.

When the door burst open, the deputy sheriff stared, gun poised.
“God almighty,” he muttered when he saw Gray standing there:
chained, filthy, wearing just the soiled t-shirt and black socks. “It’s
true . . . The girl wasn’t bullshitting. Those assholes have got you
chained up here.”

Gray wanted to rush to the cop and hug him, but the chain wasn’t
long enough. “Thank you thank you thank you! Jory and Hull—
they’ve been keeping me up here for almost a week! They’re stealing
cars and repainting them! And they’ve been . . . abusing me . . .”

Gray’s heart nearly stopped when the shadow entered the room
from behind. Over the cop’s shoulder, Gray saw—
Hull.
He was grinning through bad teeth, stealthily stepping up from
the doorway.
“Look out!” Gray bellowed, spit flying. “Behind you!”
The cop spun. “What the hell are you guys doing? You’ve got
this guy chained up here?”
“That’s a fact,” Hull replied.
Shoot him! Shoot him!
Gray thought.
“And you didn’t even tell me?” the cop went on. “What a bunch
of selfish assholes. Bet you’ve been stickin’ him every night.”
“Yes siree, ever nat.”
“Hoggin’ all the ass for yourselves.”
“Well, shee-it, Bobby. We didn’t know you was inta boy-cherry.
But now that we knows, you’s kin help yourself any tam.”
“Fuck,” the cop grumbled and began to unbuckle his trousers.
“I’m so horny I could fuck a hole in the wall.”
Hull winked at Gray. “Well that there’s yer hole.”

Gray’s soul felt like a stone transom whose keystone had just
been knocked out by a hammer. The rest just crumbled down.
“Belly to wall, bitch,” the cop ordered. “I’m in a swivet, I need
to come so bad.” No time even for hands and knees, the cop shoved
Gray against the wall and prepared to fuck him standing up. He
rubbed his bare groin against Gray’s buttocks, reaching around to
pinch his nipples. “Yeah, I’m gettin’ hard quick. It’s been a while
since I’ve had a good hell-for-leather ass-fuck.”
“Well, he’s a good ‘un. Makes his asshole twitch whiles yer
cock’s in him. Sucks damn good dick too, Bobby.
Damn
good . . .”
During the preludial molestation, Gray’s face was pressed
against a window pane, and as his buttocks was thumbed open and
spat on, he could see down into the yard.
“Looks like Kari Ann done fell for ya, City,” Hull said behind
him. “Bet’cha promised to take her aways from here if she helped
ya, huh? Jory’ll be punishin’ the dumb bitch presently. Cain’t have
no shit like that. It’s a sad day whens yer own sister’ll betray ya. But
how’s that fer some luck, City? Of all the cops she could’a ratted us
too, she picks the one we’se in business with.”
Gray didn’t hear anymore, as he was penetrated. Bile raced up
his throat, and he bit down on the inside of his cheek so hard, his
teeth clicked. One eye seemed to rove independently of the other,
as if divorced from the outrage. It looked down into the yard and
saw that Jory had already beaten Kari Ann to the ground. She looked
up, screaming bloody-mouthed. Jory was chuckling, throwing her
baby up into the air, spinning it around like a ball of pizza dough.
Eventually, he hooked-shotted it directly into the metal drum, then
began to hammer the lid on.
And Gray?
Gray was fucked in grand style. The only difference between
being raped by Hull and being raped by this cop was singularly
noticeable. The cop’s cock was bigger than Hull’s.

Gray felt stuffed from both ends. “Sheeeee-it!” Hull whooped, his
penis burrowed in Gray’s mouth. Jory busied himself at the other
end, with deft sodomy. “Gawd-damn, Hull! I’se swears this boy’s
even tighter’n he was last nat!”

Gray tried to remove his psyche from the scene: it wasn’t
his
mouth sucking Hull’s penis, nor was it
his
rectum at the receiving
end of Jory’s.
Pretend it’s happening to someone else . . .

“Aw, yeah! I’se gonna dump me a fuck up this boy’s tail! I’se
gonna come so much my spunk’ll be drippin’ out his nose!”
“Here comes supper, City,” Hull forewarned. Gray wasn’t
sure, but the brothers seemed to climax simultaneously. He felt the
warm gush deep in his bowel at the same moment Hull released
a flabbergastingly large allotment of sperm into his mouth. Gray
swallowed it, without hesitation this time. It slid down his belly like
a long, hot worm. Then Gray’s hands and knees went out, and he
collapsed procumbent to the floor.
Thanks a lot, God,
he thought.
Thanks a hell of a lot . . .
“Yeah,” Hull guttered. He gave his penis a final squeeze, perhaps
for posterity. “I’se said it before’n I’ll’se say its again: this fella here is
the best cock-suck I’se ever had.”
“Best cornhole too.” Jory gave a hick giggle, then withdrew his
own reproductive architecture from Gray hind quarters. “Hope it
don’t git worn out, now that Bobby’s in on the action.”
“Yes sir, Kari Ann shore brung us a winner this time. He sucks
dick like a reg-ler champ, and he’s got a great car.”
Gray slid to the wall and sat up. “And that’s the scam, isn’t it?
You make the girl lure the drivers back here, then you guys take over.
You got a remake shop.”
Hull scratched his belly, then hitched his overalls up. “That’s
right, City. We’se paint the cars all diff-urnt colors, then drives ‘em
up to our fence. And that purdy ‘Vette’a yers? It’ll fetch us some fine
scratch. Three, four grand at least.”
Even in his plight, Gray was appalled. “Three or four grand?

“Aw, we’se ain’t greedy here,” Hull said. “We likes ta keep
things simple’n safe.”
Jory, yet again, was wiping his sullied genitals off with Gray’s
silk shirt. “The fence takes most’a the risk, see. We just delivers the
cars. He moves ‘em ta buyers.”
“So how many have there been?” Gray saw no harm in asking.
They were going to kill him anyway, so why wouldn’t they tell him?
“How many other guys have you pulled this number on?”
Hull stroked his stubbled chin. “Over the years? Shee-it.
Probably over a hunnert.”
“A hunnert’n fifty’s more like it,” Jory augmented.
“And way back here in the hills,” Gray added, “no one suspects
a thing. The cars are repainted and resold. And that county sheriff
probably keeps the heat out of here, helps cover your route to your
fence. The bodies are never found.”
“Right again, City,” Hull asserted.
“An’ Kari Ann done tolt us ‘bout yer little scheme. Promisin’ ta
marry her, help her raise her kid. Shee-it, what’choo think we is, City.
Stupid?”
Who
was the stupid one?
Gray was dragged by the hair to the corner. Just as he realized
what they were going to do, he snatched in a quick breath. Then—
plup!
—his head was quickly submerged into the bucket full of his
waste.
“Down ya go, City. Blub, blub, blub.”
Gray was too exhausted to resist. He had no strength, nothing
left in his muscles and nothing left in his heart. Were there bugs in
his
diarrhea? Little things seemed to be swarming in it, tickling his face,
but Gray told himself it was just his imagination. He even came to
grips with the circumstance now. They were going to kill him, they were
going to drown him in his own diarrhea, but then it would all
be over. He felt confident that God wouldn’t send him to hell after
all of this.