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The wind rushed through the open windows. This is the true purpose of an American station wagon. Road trips! I normally hate being alone because of the soul crushing loneliness that accompanies it. But! It’s totally fine if I’m listening to Sweet Home Alabama in a Caddy’ 66 driving in Texas.
God bless America. I find myself shouting along to Lynard Skynard as I drive along side a green pick up truck. I look out the window and see a man staring at me. I wave lightly towards a man with long, greasy black hair. Violent waves, smiles and waves plague his body as I look at it. My eyes drift back to the road. I don’t see him pointing at me through the window to the other man in the car.
I tap the steering wheel along to the guitar solo. God I love lynard skynard. While humming to freebird, the lights change red. Glances get exchanged between us again. He’s drooling now, a struggle ensues as he tries to undo the window. I crank down my window and wave. He looks like he’s about to drop dead of excitement. Or the amount of blood rushing to his cheeks. When he’s finally won his battle with the window, he starts to shout at me. “H-hey! Where ya’ going?”
I smirk as i yell back my response. “Graveyard! I’m meeting my woman there!”
His face falls at the mention of my girlfriend. Pale hands clench around themselves as he repeatedly punches his forehead. My eyes widen as I stare. “Nubbins you shithead! Quit it out boy!”
I frown when I hear the driver shout. Swear I’ve seen him around before, just where? “So where you headin’?” I shout to ‘nubbins’ to try and stop his self injury spree.
“G-graveyard! We’re.. no. I’m getting dropped off by my b-brother!”
A smile forms on my face at the fact we’re going to the same place. The light turns green so both cars start to drive.
Every light we stop at we’re full of laughs and smiles. Once we finally reach the graveyard, he practically jumps out of his brothers car to mine. I take my keys out of the ignition and get out. After I lock up, my gaze is directed to him. “So which grave you going to?”
“M-my cousins! She was reeeal nice!” He starts to prance along in the direction of the child section of the yard. I look around for my girlfriend. Can’t see her so I might as well go with him.
I pick up some flowers and jog to catch up with the man. Running a hand through my hair, I glance him up and down. Dirt and grime coated his clothes. Once I’m standing next to him, I realise just how putrid he smells. Like getting a wart removed.
He excitedly points to a stone with freshly laid soil. Pink, purple and blue flowers are scattered around in clusters. Gently, I place white daisies on it. The words on the stone read. ‘SISSY SLAUGHTER. BELOVED DAUGHTER, SISTER AND COUSIN. BRUTALLY MURDERED BY TRAPS IN THE WOOD.’
Slaughter? What kind of last name is that? “I-I’m sorry for your loss,” my eyes drift to his face. He looked.. happy? “How old was she?”
“17,” He smirks again. “How old are you pretty boy?”
I cringe at the pet name. “22,” my hands sift through my hair again. “How old are you?”
I try my best to not show my discomfort as he speaks. Little flecks of spit land on my face when he overeagerly responds. “33! That’s so old compared to you! Y-you’re like a li-little bunny!” He’s drooling again. My hand wipes away the spit on my face. Honestly preferred him when we were in different cars.
His left hand touches my arm. Very poor attempts of pulling away don’t work. A right hand gets placed on the small of my back. I go to speak but his lips gravitate towards mine. Freaking out. That’s the best way to describe me right now. I make an actual attempt at pulling away but he has a strong grip on my hips and back.
His tongue darts inside my mouth repeatedly. When he finally pulls away, he’s panting and I’m crying. Dirty, grubby hands palm at my cheeks to dry them. Kisses are peppered along my nose , jaw and forehead. I hear a shout of my name.
With a struggle, I try to move my head to see who it is. It’s… Mary! Truly a great time for my girlfriend to show up. He shoves his tongue into my mouth again. A horrified look flashes on her face. It’s an awful sight to say the least.
I’m practically drinking his spit and he’s groping my ass. I watch as she storms over. She looked gorgeous yet so fucking angry.. a harsh slap reaches my cheek. The tears are now of pain instead of discomfort.
Nubbins pulled away and a strand of spit connects our lips. “WHAT THE FUCK Y-YOU CRAZY B-BR-B-ROAD!?” He lunges at her. Grabbing him by the back of his shirt, I pull him off of her. He’s spazzing out and trying to bite her. When he finally stops resisting, she’s run away. I’m tempted to follow her.
He try’s to kiss me again. I pull his hair to get him to quit it out. Soft moans leave his mouth. My hands place themselves on his chest. I push him away as he starts to rut against my jeans. A whine leaves his lips.
“N-Nubbins? That’s your name right?” I sound scared. Frantic nods play at his body. “C-Can you be a good boy for me and wait right there?”
He sits criss-cross apple sauce styles on the slightly damp grass. Lanky fingers snake down to palm at his baggy grey trousers. Groans slip from plump lips… god I shouldn’t be thinking this kind of stuff about him! My hands motion him to stay there, then I book it.
Echo’s of ‘bunny’ and ‘pretty boy’ reverberate around the graveyard. Rookie mistakes are bound to occur and Bruce all mighty, do they happen hard. Sticks coat the floor and to me they’re the equivalent of marbles on tiles.
My jaw hits the floor first. Then my nose. Then my chest. Then nubbins trips over me. Fucking hell he’s heavy! He grabs my face to kiss me but squeals when he sees the blood clotting around my lips and nose. A spit coated tongue starts to lick my blood away and it darts into any hole it can find. My teeth are coated in my own blood and some perverts spit.
He laps up my tears and chokes back manic giggles. Lanky fingers push themselves into my mouth and dig into my gums. Drool trickles down a stubble coated chin. “Lick it!”
Sobs and screams leave my lips as he uses both hands to pull my face to his. Hesitantly, I lick the drool off of his chin. Tears roll off my cheeks and onto his shirt. Trees tower and encase us. No one for miles to hear my pleas.
I try to push him off of me again and screams. Limbs flail around as he cry’s. God he’s a pretty crier.. No don’t think like this [name]! I finally have the guts to touch the bottom of my jaw. When fingers retract, they’re coated in a crimson substance. I start to fumble with getting my button up off.
He stops crying when he spots this. Saliva coats his lips as he crawls over to me. His hands have a firm placement on my knees. Greasy hair lolls against my thigh as he watches in an almost trance. Once I have my shirt off, it gets pressed against my jaw.
A sharp hiss of pain leaves my lips at the contact. Grey eyes widen even more when the noises leave my pursed lips. His hand pulls and scratches at my arm. “I-i wanna see how bad m-my bunny hu-hurt himself…”
I gingerly pull the soaked fabric away for his prying eyes. A soft whine leaves his mouth when he sees my cut and slashed skin. I look down to his eyes, they’re glazed over with tears in the corners.
“M-my bunny hurt h-himself cuz of me..” Fat tears roll down his cheeks as he chokes out his words in between sobs. Nubbins snatches my shirt and uses it to dry his cheeks. I’m definitely getting an infection. Deep inhales of my cologne and sweat can be heard as he try’s to be discreet about it. “Use y-your jeans t-to stop the blood.. D-Denim works be-better then cotton..”
I softly shake my head no and take my shirt back. Whines and whimpers leave my mouth as i press it against the upside of my throat and my nose. I don’t want to speak to this perv, let alone let him see me jean-less. Not even my girlfriend has seen me jean-less… well I guess my ex-girlfriend now. Tears brim in my eyes as I think about her. I push him away from me again.
He growls. He fucking growls at me. I scoot away further from him and he starts to pout. “What? Pretty bunny s-scared of little ol’ me?”
I back away even further. When he looks away briefly, I start to run again. Blood sprays from my nose and jaw as he soon follows on suite. My steps falter slightly.
He’s catching up to me.
God I hate America.
I trip over the laces on my converse. My jaw connects to the ground again as he finally stops walking. This is it. I’m either gonna die or get raped. Either way I hopefully won’t be conscious for it.
I glance up at him. Mistake. He’s covered in smears of my blood and holding a rock. Skinny arms look like they’re going to snap beneath the weight of the small boulder. He’s not going to.. is he?
“M’ sorry pretty boy..” He drops the rock on my shoulder. A crunch can be barely heard under my guttural shrieks. My eyes don’t catch it as he starts to unbuckle his belt. “I-it’s the only way you w-wouldn’t f-fight it.”
He’s mental. His grey linen trousers fall to his ankles. They’re soon accompanied by his boxers. Sobs and whines leave my mouth as he starts to fumble with my zipper. “Please! Fuck please do-“
His hand locks over my mouth to shut me up. Me jeans are pulled below my knees. he stares at my boxers for a moment before he harshly grabs my partial. “K-Kinky fucker.”
He mewls his words out as he palms me. His own erect cock lays against my thighs. Lightly, he grinds against my soft flesh. Drool drips down a pale chin. Whines leave his mouth and he smears his pre-cum against my skin.
He scratches just above my nipple and I can’t help the moan that leaves my mouth. His other hand still has a death grip on my cock. Not that I’m complaining. My hips instinctively buck against his warmth. He moans so loudly I think they’d’ve heard it in California. His eyes are shut but I bet they’re rolling to the back of his head.
He stops scratching and gripping at me to shove my boxers down to my thigh. Spit lands on the rosy tip of my dick as he try’s to prep me. The lube he uses is a mix of precum, blood and spit. The tip of his cock is pressed against my hole, loud whimpers and whines leave my mouth. They drip through his spread fingers.
“Tight, p-pretty ass for me..”
He removes his hand from my lips to place a lust filled kiss to them. Whines leave his mouth as he presses his tip harder against me. Tears form in the corners of my eyes again when he pushes it in. He completely bottoms out and I scream.
Tears drip down my cheeks as I scream. He slams his lips against mine to muffle my noises. He’s crying and whining. Why’s he crying now? I go to move my hand to pet his hair but the pain from my shoulder is unbearable.
He mimics my whines when he starts to move. Harshly, he retracts his hips from mine and slams them back together. While spewing groans and whimpers, he shoved his tongue down my throat. God this man knows how to fuck..
Bet he was on the wrestling team in high school.. what the fuck am I on about? His slightly slender yet long (7ish inches) cock repeatedly slips in and out of me. Wild jerks and thrusts of his hips occur and make me dizzy in the head. Blood spills out of my shoulder, nose and jaw. The pain is low and dull at this point.
He finally opens his eyes and I see how rolled back they are. Red veins are visible in his yellowish eyes. When he glances down at me to see if I’m enjoying it, his pupils are heavily blown out. Slowly, he slides his fingers away from my mouth ; chapped yet plump lips meet mine.
Hips rock against mine and low growls leave plump lips. Crudely, filthy fingers push into the boulder gash. Definitely getting an infection now.. When he pulls his mouth away, his spit and putrid scent is smeared on my face. Gentle kisses get placed on my cheeks. His hands start to grope my chest.
A long lick is dragged down my neck. The tongue is slipped into my wound. Loud squelching noises can be heard under my breathy whines. Bloods dripping down his chin now.
Hips jolt against each other before they movements stutter. Chokes and groans leave his mouth as a sappy liquids starts to pool on my thighs. He came. How? That was quick.. really fucking quick..
“D-did you cum?” He starts to breathily talk to me. Shakily, I motion ‘no’. He exaggerates a sigh as he sits up. His head is no longer laying against my chest and he’s straddling me now.
Long fingers scratch into the wound while he attempts to pick up the large rock. Howls of agony leave my lips as i try to buck him off of me.
Once he has a stable grip on the rock, he lifts it up. Wait what’s he doing? My eyes widen in shock as he holds it above my head. “Good night bunny~” his voice cracked as he spoke as he repeatedly licked his lips. The rock came down on my head with a squelch. I didn’t have time to react.
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AAAAAAA!! That was such a long write, like three days!! Especially for a one standing thing, my actual book takes at least 15 days per chapter.. for once this is beta read and I hoped you enjoyed it!!
In the creating of this i burnt my finger and it honestly looks like Nubbins birthmark. Why am I so mentally ill?
Word Count : 2,518
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