Obsidian

by Todd Young

  But no, Ben increased his pace. He drew back and forward again so quickly that James felt as though his insides were peeling away. Then Ben began to pump steadily, pounding his cock into James’s ass. Soon there was a slapping sound, the sound of James groin hitting his ass time and time again.

  He felt something tear. Felt something warm. Liquid. And knew that it was blood.

  Ben kept on, his penis slipping more easily now. Then his body was rigid and he was gripping James’s shoulders. He collapsed onto his back and laughed. “Oh, that was mad. That was mad. I’m twenty-eight, and that was my first time.”

  James could barely hear him. There was a rushing in his ears and he was worried about the blood. Ben’s penis was slippery with it.

  Ben pulled his cock out. “What’s that?” he said, his fingers all around James’s cleft.

  “Blood,” James said, his teeth gritted. “You’ve made me bleed.”

  “Oh, I’m sorry. Oh, James, I’m so sorry. Was that your first time?”

  “My first time at what? Getting fucked? By a psychopath?”

  “By a …?”

  “What are you? I know you’re a fag, but what the fuck are you?”

  He reached over and turned on the light. Ben blinked at him, his face distraught.

  “I didn’t mean to …”

  “What?”

  “Make you bleed.”

  “No? Well, why did you do it then?” It occurred to him it had felt good at first, with the finger, and he almost said something about that. But he wasn’t, couldn’t be a fag. “How would you like it if someone did it to you?”

  “It’s not really my thing.”

  “Not your thing?”

  “I’m a top.”

  “What does that mean?”

  “I like being on top. I like bottoms, asses. I mean, yours will heal.”

  “Heal? You think so.” James reached down and came away with a hand covered in blood.

  “Hell, James, I’m sorry. But I thought. I mean you never said stop.”

  “When did I get the chance?”

  “Anytime. Anytime you could have said stop. I would have stopped. It’s just your ass. It drives me mad.”

  “My ass?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Is that why you didn’t want to look at my cock this morning?”

  “This morning? I guess. I mean, I don’t really like cocks.”

  “So you don’t like my cock?”

  Ben shook his head. He seemed to think everything might be all right now, but James was seething. He reached for his ass again and came away with more blood on his fingers.

  “What can I do to make it up to you? I’ll do anything.”

  James thought for a moment. Making it up to him wasn’t really the point. Making it right again was the point.

  “I want to do it to you, then.”

  “You want to do it to me?”

  “Yeah. Down by the stream.”

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  Ben got up and pulled a pair of underpants on. They were James’s underpants, the red ones he’d left by the stream.

  “They’re my underpants.”

  “I know. I’ve been wearing them.”

  “Take them off.”

  Ben took them off again.

  “We’ll walk down to the stream naked.”

  “Naked?”

  “Yeah. Naked.”

  “Okay,” Ben said. He kicked his clothes into a pile.

  James got out of bed and then bent over it. There was blood all over the sheets. He reached for some tissues and began to clean his ass and thighs. In a few moments he’d finished and he turned to Ben.

  At the sight of his face, Ben got a shock and drew his head back. James knew what he looked like when he was angry, red in the face and with his brows lowered. And right at the moment, he didn’t think he’d ever been so angry in his life.

  “We’ll walk down to the stream, then,” Ben said.

  “Right.”

  “And you can do it however you like. Whatever you like.”

  “I’ll remember that.”

  James didn’t have a torch, but there was a full moon, and by the time they’d crossed the cow paddock, they could see one another easily enough. Incredibly, it wasn’t raining. There were some high clouds racing across the sky, and occasionally they obscured the moon.

  All James could think about was that piece of obsidian, the piece of obsidian he’d found this afternoon, lying by the pool. If he could find that, then he could really hurt Ben.

  They walked down the grassy slope and Ben reached for James’s hand.

  “Don’t,” James said, pulling away. He could feel blood trickling down the insides of his thighs.

  When they reached the pool, Ben waded into the shallows. “You want to do it underwater? Is that the idea?” Ben said.

  “Yeah.” James kicked around for the piece of obsidian. It was about the size of a softball and shaped like a wedge. He hefted it in his hand and advanced upon Ben.

  “You know I love you, don’t you, James?”

  “You love me?”

  He nodded, his face dappled by the foliage hanging over the stream.

  James took a few steps forward and clocked Ben on the side of the head with the piece of obsidian. Obscurely, Ben put his hand on the other side of his head and cradled it, as though he didn’t want the blood to flow from the side that had been injured. He didn’t seem to understand what had happened, but he would understand in a moment.

  James hit him again, striking him in the same place and driving the glass wedge into the hole he’d already made.

  Ben’s body bucked, and he flailed backwards into the water. James fell on him, holding the obsidian ready, but Ben’s body was spasming. James dropped the obsidian and gripped Ben’s shoulders. He pushed him under the water and tried to hold him down, but Ben was too strong for him. He twisted his shoulders and came up again.

  “What …?” he said, a single word.

  Then James thrust his hand into his face and pushed him under again. This time he went down, and after a minute or so, stopped struggling.

  James sat back, sitting on Ben’s flaccid penis. It occurred to him how pleasurable it felt, nestled against his hole. Then he got up onto his knees and held Ben’s penis in his hand for a moment. It was flaccid, but still warm. He let it go. Then he leaned forward and kissed Ben.

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