The Shaun Hupp Collection: Volume 1

by Shaun Hupp

  I sensed her standing over me and then, I heard it: the sound of dozens of feet walking and kicking through fallen leaves.

  “Leah? What’s going o-“

  The blindfold was pulled away and I was staring up at a group of kids from my school. As my eyes scanned each face, I saw guys and girls that hurled insults at me during the day. Some of the guys even physically shoved me around. Then, my eyes rested on him: Tony Miller. He was the worst of them all.

  “Hey, dork! Did you think you were going to get lucky tonight?”

  I yelled out, hoping someone nearby might hear and help me. The others looked around nervously, but Tony wasn’t fazed. He nudged the guy next to him and said something in his ear. The guy, John knelt down and pulled my underwear down. I stopped screaming and the group started laughing at me. I went to scream again. John wadded up my briefs and stuck them in my mouth. I gagged as I tasted what was either sweat or piss.

  “Gross,” said one of the nameless guys. “That had a skidmark on it.”

  I continued to cough and gag when Leah leaned over me. “This is for checking out my ass non-stop for the past two or three years. You’re such a pervert and I hope this teaches you a lesson.”

  I finally manage to spit my underwear out of my mouth. “Please, I’m sorry. I’ll never do it again. I swear.”

  “It’s too late for sorries,” she said. “Someone like you is never going to get someone like me. I mean, look at you and look at me. And clearly, you aren’t packing anything down there either.”

  “Please,” I cried. “Just let me go.”

  “Oh, we’re not done with you,” Tony said, as he pulled out his cell phone. Then, they all pulled out their phones and the forest was illuminated by the flashes from their phones. “Now, everyone in the whole school is going to see your tiny dick. Better get used to jacking off because you ain’t ever going to get laid.”

  I felt teardrops streaming down the side of my head, and then I felt other drops all over my naked body. Confused at first, then I realized: rain. It was then that I heard the clap of thunder overhead. Quickly, the few drops turned into a hard, constant down pouring. My tormentors fled in different directions leaving me all alone. I resumed my screaming, spitting out water every so often. I pulled at handcuffs, but it was no use.

  It seemed like I was yelling for hours all the while, the storm raged on, drowning me out. I tried climbing up the tree, but the cuffs got in the way when I got to the branches. I finally gave up, laid back down in the mud, turned my head to the side, and, through the rain, saw a figure approaching.

  “Help me!” I begged. “Please! I need help!” I blinked my eyes, trying desperately to see through the heavy rainfall.

  Blink. The figure continued passed a tree.

  Blink. The figure stepped over a log.

  Blink. The figure was gone.

  I couldn’t comprehend what my eyes had seen. I started screaming for him or her to come back. I pulled at my shackles, but it was no use. Exhausted, shivering from the cold, I shut my eyes and began to cry again.

  “What’s the matter, you anorexic fuck? Afraid of a little rain?”

  I opened my eyes and saw Tony crouching beside me. I kicked at him, but he easily avoided it.

  “Easy, dweeb. I just came here to keep you company.”

  “LET ME GO!”

  “No can do. I don’t have the keys, but I’m sure someone will come along after this storm dies down that can help, you know, in the morning most likely.”

  “Why are you doing this to me!?” I cried as lightning flashed overhead.

  “I’m not doing anything to you. I just thought we could talk.”

  And we did just that or at least, he did. The storm continued and so did his taunts. Finally, when the sun came up, a jogger spotted me and called the police on his cell phone. An officer arrived five minutes later.

  “Hold on, son. I’ll get you out shortly,” he said, as he put a blanket over my naked body. “These sorts of handcuffs always have the same keys. I have a master set and one of them should pop them open. Then, I’ll take you back to the station and you can tell me who did this to you.”

  “It was him.” I looked at Tony.

  “Him, who?” the officer asked, looking in the direction I was.

  “Don’t you. . .” Tony smiled and it dawned on me that he wasn’t really there. This ‘Tony’ wasn’t the same Tony that tricked me. This one only I could see.

  “Nevermind. I’m sorry, officer. I’ve had a long night.”

  He nodded and after several tries, found the right key. With the cuffs off, he had me put my underwear back on. I kept the blanket over me as he took me to his squad car. He said he’d send another unit to the park to look for Leah’s tent and my clothes while he took me to the station. I got in the back and Tony was already inside.

  “You think if you asked him real nice, he’d stop off for some fast food. You’re skin and bones, Matty. You should really eat something.”

  Chapter Eleven

  “Put it in your mouth.”

  Devin knelt beside her and held Trish by her hair. He shoved her face against Grant’s flaccid penis. She used to love to do this, but that was when Grant was alive. It didn’t help that his bowels had released upon his death. The stench of piss, shit, and blood filled the room, but the source was directly underneath him and right below her nose.

  “DO IT!” Devin yelled, as he took her chin in his hand and pressed her lips to the head of Grant’s penis.

  Trish silently wished that Grant was a grower and not a shower. She took his soft penis with her hand and guided it into her mouth. She gagged, but not in the usual way. It reminded her of her college days when they had a hot dog blowjob contest at her sorority.

  Except this hot dog was attached to a dead body.

  “Suck it good, whore. Maybe rigor mortis will set in and he’ll get a hard-on for you,” Devin said, as he stood up and got behind her. He pulled her thong down and grunted as he attempted to push himself into Trish. There was nothing she could do to find any sort of arousal. Regardless, he managed to get himself deep inside and started painfully thrusting.

  Please. . . Just kill me, Trish thought as she tried not to throw up.

  His thrusts intensified. She was bone dry, but he didn’t seem to notice or if he noticed, he didn’t care. He moaned. Trish cried.

  “Quit your cryin’, girlie,” he said, slapping her ass between thrusts. “It’s downright shameful. I thought you wanted to have some fun!”

  She couldn’t stop herself. The pain between her legs, the rancid smell of feces, and the limp and lifeless penis between her lips created a perfect storm of tears. She tried to block it all out. She had heard about how some rape victims were able to mentally take themselves some place while they were being violated. She tried to think about something else, somewhere else.

  She didn’t think it was working, and then, suddenly, it must have. She was no longer lying down on a cold corpse, but on the hot sands of a beach in Hawaii where she and Terry had vacationed several years ago. The smell of the ocean air had replaced the foul smell of shit. The sounds of grunts and moans had changed into the sounds of crashing waves.

  She looked over and saw Terry passed out on a blanket next to her. Despite the little bit of drool coming out the side of his mouth, he looked good. This was how she remembered him before his promotion. He still had a full head of hair and she couldn’t see any grays. He seemed so stress-free, even though they could barely afford this trip. Trish reached and poked his slight paunch of a belly.

  “Hey! I’m awake! I’m awake. I swear I didn’t fall asleep.”

  “Sure. You didn’t,” Trish teased.

  “Okay, I fell asleep,” Terry said, coming clean. “That time change is really kicking my ass. I’m sorry. Were you saying something?”

  “No. I just wanted to tell you that I love you.”

  “You woke me up just to tell me that? I’m going back to sleep,” he joked.
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  “No, you jerk! I had something else to say to you.”

  “Is it related to how buff and handsome I look in my new swim trunks?”

  “No. I mean, you do, but that’s not it. Be serious, Terry. Please.”

  His smile went away. “Sure, Trish. Sorry. What is it?”

  “Terry, promise me that what we have together won’t change. Promise me that you’ll say no to a high-paying promotion with long hours. I need you, Terry. I don’t care about having a big house or lots of fancy things. I just want you.”

  He looked confused. “But Trish, Mr. Hayes is retiring soon and he said he wants me to take over his position in the company. I know I might have to work a little bit more, but the pay is-“

  “No,” Trish said as a tear rolled down her cheek. “Please, Terry. It’s not worth it. We don’t need all that money. Promise me.”

  He reached over and wiped the tears from her eyes. “You mean more to me than some stupid promotion. I just want you to be happy and if that’s what it takes, then I prom-“

  The hammer slammed down on the back of Trish’s head. Her jaws clamped shut, tearing through flesh and muscle, filling her mouth with an orgasm of blood. Devin threw her off the sofa onto her back. A trail of semen leaked out her vagina.

  The pain in the back of her head was excruciating, but Trish was more concerned about her throat. The lubricated, severed penis had slid down her trachea. She gagged and choked. She clawed at her neck, leaving bloody scratch marks. She felt woozy, unsure if it was because of the lack of oxygen or her head wound. Her vision blurred as Devin crouched over her body.

  “Girl can’t even deep throat. Shameful.”

  Chapter Twelve

  Her eyes bulged as my hands tightened around her throat. She dug her fingernails into my wrists. I felt nothing even after I saw the blood dripping onto the sheet of my bed.

  “I didn’t think you had it in you, Fatty Matty.”

  I looked over at Tony and screamed, “Shut up! Don’t call me that!”

  “I don’t understand why you are even using those chubby hands. Just smother her with that belly.”

  “SHUT UP! You’re not real. You’re not real!” I yelled, as Nikki clawed and slapped at my face.

  “You’re a real piece of work, fat fuck. You finally get a girl in bed, you get to play with her titties, and now, you’re trying to kill her? And why? All because of what we did to you a few years ago?”

  He was right. What was I doing?

  I let go of Nikki and climbed off her. She gasped and started coughing. I got off the bed to give her some space. Tony hopped up on the bed next to her and rested his hands behind his head.

  “You better apologize, tubby. Best you can hope for now is a handjob.”

  “I’m sorry, Nikki. . . I don’t know what came over me.”

  She coughed some more and then, finally said, “You’re sorry? You’re sorry!?”

  “Oh, boy. She seems pissed, Matty. Maybe apologizing isn’t going to cut it. Maybe you should take her out to dinner. You know, somewhere fancy with numbered value meals. You order numbers one through nine and she can have a number ten.”

  Ignore him.

  I cautiously approached Nikki, but she scrambled off the bed, putting it, and Tony, between us. She reached into her front jean pocket and pulled out a switchblade. She looked around for a way out, but her back was against the wall and the doorway was behind me.

  “Stay the hell away from me,” she threatened as she pointed the tip at me.

  Tony looked up at his reflection in the trembling blade and smoothed his perfect hair. “If you whip out a fork, I’ll know it was meant to be.”

  “Look,” I said as calmly as I could. “I didn’t mean to do that. Just put down the knife and let me explain.”

  “No! You listen to me. You’re going to get out of my way. I’m leaving.”

  Tony stopped admiring himself and looked up at me. “You know, if she leaves here, she’ll go to the cops, right? How do you think this will look to them?”

  “Shut up!” I yelled at Tony.

  Nikki thrust the knife at me. “No. You shut up. I’m leaving, you fat fuck!”

  I stood silently in shock. Tony laughed. “Aww, that’s so cute. She used my pet name for you. A woman after my own heart.”

  Before I knew what was happening, I rushed to the edge of the bed, grabbed the side of the bed frame, lifted it up, and slammed Tony and Nikki against the wall. Nikki screamed out as her body struck the wall. I pressed my stomach against the bottom and held it in place. I looked up and realized my face was only a few inches from hers, but she posed no risk since her arms were pinned between the wall and the queen-size mattress.

  Tony, however, was not. I felt him behind me with his mouth next to my ear. “Now’s your chance. You can have your first kiss. She’s helpless.”

  I didn’t say anything. I stared at Nikki as she continued to struggle. I shook my head.

  “I know it seems wrong, Matt, but look at what she’s put you through. One tiny kiss is the least she could give you for all the pain she caused. She’s a guest in your house. You’re in charge.”

  He’s right. I’m in charge.

  I leaned in and planted one on her. Within seconds, I felt her teeth bite down on my bottom lip. I tried to pull away, but it was no use. Nikki shook her head like a dog with a chew toy until my lower lip tore from my face.

  I screamed out, stumbling backward. Tony pointed and yelled, “The bed!”

  Nikki managed to push the mattress away from the wall, but not far enough. I slammed my body against the frame again, smashing her head against the wall. I held it there, trying to decide what to do. Nikki stared at me, her face full of rage, and then, spit the bloody piece of flesh at me.

  I wiped my face against the shoulder of my T-shirt. The exposed flesh where my lip had been rubbed against the fabric sending screaming waves of pain to my head. I wanted to curl up into a ball and cry, but I held onto the bed frame.

  “Are you going to take that, Matty?” Tony asked in my ear as Nikki stared. She gave me that perfect smile, letting me see the blood on her formerly white teeth. “She deserves to be taught a lesson for what she did to you.”

  He’s right. I was nothing but nice to this bitch and look what she did to me.

  “Exactly. You know what they say; an eye for an eye, a lip for a lip.”

  I smiled back at Nikki. She looked horrified. I could only imagine what my face looked like. I dove at her teeth first and latched onto her cheek. I was aiming for her lips, but she turned her head at the last second. I didn’t care. I chomped down as hard as I could, pretending it was a very rare steak. She screamed as the skin peeled away. I let the strip of flesh hit the floor and I went back for seconds. This time my extra large mouth managed to get both sets of her lips. Bull’s eye, I thought as I ripped them off her face and spit them out onto the floor.

  “Keep going, Matty! Make her pay. Keep going and super-size your meal.”

  And I did just that. I couldn’t stop. My teeth tore chunk after chunk while Tony cheered on the sidelines. I must have blacked out, losing track of time. When I finally regained my sense of awareness, I looked at what was left of Nikki. She wouldn’t ever be able to hide that perfect smile because there was simply nothing to cover it with.

  Her perfect features were gone, as was much of her skin and the muscles of her face. Patches of bloody bone could be seen where I had taken out large hunks of meat. I must have torn off both ears and her nose. If it weren’t for her teeth and glazed over eyes, you would have never known this was a human head.

  When it dawned on me what I had done, I backed away from the bed. It and Nikki’s limp body fell forward. The frame crashed down on the floor. Nikki’s body lay lifeless, thankfully facing down with her hair covering most of the damage. The sheets were soaked in blood and gore. Pounds of flesh littered the carpet.

  Tony laughed. “This is a little worse than a spilled soda. I think your pare
nts will notice.”

  I turned and looked at myself in the mirror. My body still didn’t fit the frame, but that’s not what caught my attention. My clothes literally dripped with blood. I leaned forward and examined my ruined face. Before all this, I never would have said I had the looks of a leading man of Hollywood. Now, I looked like something straight out of a horror movie.

  I continued to stare, not believing what I was seeing until the sound of footsteps broke my concentration. I looked over at Tony, but he was sitting on the blood-spattered mattress. He shrugged his shoulders. It was then that I realized the sound was coming up the stairs.