by Tony Duvert
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cabins I don’t give a fuck about them houses thunderstorms dormitory no cat no thighs no boys
boys shitting
no there’s a bedsheet forming a tent its two poles the heads of two children in pajamas facing each other kneeling atop the bed chubby asses resting up against their heels pocket flashlight whose yellow halo keeps shifting to create strange silhouettes making faces trying to scare each other shitless a flashlight when held below the chin creates a death’s head pointed teeth sinister rictus arched diabolic brows
me
bound naked steel wires that really cut
barbed wire electrified each barb burying itself a good quarter of an inch beneath the skin current flowing sputtering prickling short circuit flashlight suddenly going out the children hear my scream in the darkness and are afraid
brightness of day flashes of lightning white dazzling cries
my sweet little darling tell me
up to that moment when lifted up and set down somewhere else then lifted up set down somewhere else tortured once more absent look for him where’s he gone off to impossible to remain in this state any longer grillework vent warm air rising up through the sidewalk
my head is learning how to turn things
perhaps still lying down but so flat upon the sidewalk now I can’t even feel them walking over me and nobody even notices a city subway rumble from below
squat down over there and shit
thunder summer storm stones raining down from the sky is that what batters my mug in causing it to look like this vertical flight of stones hurtling downward each the thickness of two or three paving stones but not so rounded these irregular in shape shock of colliding skull crushed yet still intact crushed intact the light grows yellow fading faded
there are others attached to other straight-backed chairs alongside me already dead all of them ugly brats heads drooping over their chests like sleeping birds no feathers all nude dying naked without any trace of torture anywhere except for those glimmering black trails glistening in the darkness trickles of bloody bludgeonings short quick no pain so subtle one downward blow that’s all and then the soft crunching of bone like tin foil crackling
profile view of a thigh a crotch and there where they meet two fatty folds of skin bulging like two yawning lips belly distended like a child’s balloon they are neither dried up nor yet dead all of them asleep impaled upon the blades of butcher knives holy mystery of disincarnation and the flesh was made word and dwelt among us they laugh silently like saints in stone sculptures mystical idiots
barley sugar candy in a candy-assed asshole lemon yellow and raspberry red twisted into spirals then sucked into a point sharp enough to stab a finger or a cheek showing it proudly to the kid beside me Look how that pricks! and him crying out Ouch go prick yourself with it you prick! and then sucking it to an even finer point Look at it now will you? it’s even more prickly than before
his is not so pointed as mine and I’ll say set my hands free huh give it to me I’ll say all these ass cheeks bright blue all these face cheeks bright green bruised blue green with fear slaps smacks across those cheeks pert little pricks growing more and more erect at each slap help me to move eat breathe but first of all help me to believe
nobody touches me the ropes hold cutting into me like the teeth of saws
not witnesses no executioner they prepare me for it then calmly take off for the movies the two o’clock afternoon showing some war film with submarines green waves torpedoes handsome captain standing on his bridge peering through a pair of binoculars periscope sighted rising up into the air from that green sea into blueness of sky such pretty colors the movie auditorium is on the other side of the corridor they rent sound films now
the book lying there I’ll never be able to stretch my hand far enough to reach it to read that story I know is waiting for me beneath that bright cover upon which a blond boy swings he looks like he’d love to fuck little kids up the ass no that’s not so he commits only heroic deeds he looked a lot like me mirrors facing each other in this eternal twilight
and in the evening I obey all those gray-garbed misters who come while he fights off Nazis he is attacked by a pack of their mastiff dogs seduced by a bevy of their bitch whores they imprison him in a basement interrogate him night and day he finally breaks his bonds swinging out wildly knocking all those Nazis senseless or else maybe it’s his buddies who come and save him he tells them all how he was tortured and how he never gave any of their names away and slowly reverently each one of them dips his rosary or scapular in the guy’s shit holy shit which they then wear proudly around their necks or attached to their pocketknives or key chains and the leader of the dog pack comes over to lick his fingers he’s no longer growling but wants only to be his pet
his serious adolescent voice cracking as he tells it
or maybe it’s a story of a tempest at sea and pirates this time a shipwreck and some heroic little sailor no crotch no legs body cut off at the waist by the words of the story forming the border of the illustration nothing seems to hurt him while as for me if I were in his shoes a steel wire would
the chairs are not aligned
their fragile necks you could squeeze with a single hand it wouldn’t snap any bones only bend them a little they have such big ears round sticking out at right angles
we bullshit with each other we can make out each other’s forms even when it gets dark on stormy afternoons our short pants down around our ankles and a wooden peg stuck up each our assholes each graded according to our size it’s not really a torture we can make ourselves quite comfortable really and after a while we don’t even feel it inside us
the big bruiser’s got his eye on us right now so cool it huh I’ve already got mine up
yeah but mine is lots thicker than yours longer too wanna bet? they exchange chairs and soon it no longer matters seated on the hard ground no building surrounding nor any country landscape either no soil beneath and no person above I am coiled up into a perfect ball to remain like this
impossible to open myself up again to succeed like this or suffocate they watch me and my attempts seem to amuse them my knees are bent upward against my forehead while my hands touch my feet the rope twisting to form two separate coils one winding around my neck the other around my ankles then it passes between my legs over the crotch tightens around my waist before dividing once more in order to circle both wrists then returning back down to pass again over my prick Undo it go ahead try there’s only one knot holding it all secure and that’s somewhere on my back find yank that knot hard enough and it’ll all come loose so they tell me but I know them and those big knotty knobs of theirs up a guy’s backside
but I don’t try to free myself I lie down on my side still hunched up they’re not happy over that so they punch me I don’t even move hell I’m not their dancing monkey or human football not one of those guys is over thirteen to revive them give them back their youth now
my age or other ages those of strangers who come
the floor of the cellar is of fine cement swept smooth very cold I might be able to sleep if only they’d all leave
my pretty prick cocky cock
we bitched a lot because of those fucking chairs but we finally got used to the men who fucked us only the new kids complaining as for us older ones by now it’s all the same whose cock it is inside us so long as it’s not some square peg in our round holes finally no more of those obscene straight-backed chairs for us except that one we mention in our private game now and again in the dining hall during meals somebody would suddenly sit up straight give a loud sigh as if some big hose was being shoved up his ass Fill ’er up attendant with high-test! that’s how one of us would let the others know when he’d been fucked up the ass by some client it’s our special code but actually clients very seldom fuck us they don’t have enough patience to wait that
long shooting off as soon as that thing of theirs reaches the fissure we tighten our cheeks purposely so that the friction will cause them to come straight off without any silly fooling around in there first and as for those few old buggers who shove it all the way in with one thrust we shy away from them as much as possible they don’t have the right to be so brutal with us especially since we can turn their brutality to our own advantage later they complain of course that somebody’s taught us clever cheating tricks but she answers sternly They go at it quite well with each other monsieur when they’re alone I’d say they’re pretending with you perhaps if your own manners were a trifle more meticulous monsieur
most definitely pretending even blow jobs among ourselves we take the cocks full into our mouths no matter how salty but with the clients we insert only the head and sometimes not even all of that until they promise I won’t come in your mouth I’ll warn you first only of course when the juice starts to fill their rods they naturally forget but as soon as we can feel it’s about ready to explode we take off and they shoot up into the air it’s all spoiled for them serves them right
about a dozen beds in the attic some of them big boys others not so
still they paid up and returned for more of the same they must be really batshit and always bringing presents with them as well maybe they don’t have any kids of their own they buy us clothes very expensive fancy duds that we always have to exchange never the right size they imagine us always as either too big or too small
it’s here where we sack out none of the beds are alike ours is an iron cage those men who are almost nice the younger ones we don’t see very often for they must be less rich pity too since we have more fun with them can really get them all fucked up so they don’t know their asses from their elbows while with the old bastards they’re much too clever know all our tricks you really have to watch out for your own ass all the time you’re with those old guys I tell the little kid how one afternoon here costs one thousand dollars yeah that’s right they always pay in dollars he’s so fucking dumb he believes it he believes no matter what snow job I hand him snow job hand job blow job no matter what I tell him as for the real price I don’t know it must surely be a lot all the same considering everything all the expenses running this elegant shithole all those swell meals these fancy duds to make us look like sexy dudes even if we don’t have flunkies in livery and powdered wigs to tuck us in nights or lick our cocks clean or act as human hot-water bottles on chilly eves If the nice gentleman would like to swallow one spoonful for his master one for his dame and one for this little boy who lives down the lane If the nice man kind sir would like for me to polish his organ you see one always says organ in high society I explained all those niceties of expression to that dumb little kid
look it’s him
the one I think the worst one of them all and the egg cracks open insides running out formless I’m stretched out there I sleep quite peacefully yet always vigilant they are suddenly all on top of me faith illuminates saturates me because my desires fly so low to the ground crawl like moles their burrows like barrows crisscrossing fields cow patties I took their tumulus for cow shit the one mound I thought a simple passageway turned out to be a dead end it’s another who imagined it as I in turn believed it to be another than that one in which the other one believed but I myself might be sometimes that other from the moment some little cretin utters breathes to me that which no longer comes out of my own throat and doubtlessly never has
the attic is very long all paneled in exotic wood brought here from some tropical island
the kid under the sheet we knew each other without quite being asshole buddies he yanks the sheet up over his head covers himself completely making weird mooing sounds and the white sheet heaves and distends like a tempestuous sea he’s playing at being a ghost attacks me races after me and a long wavering booooooooooooooooooooo! crosses the dormitory all the way to the door I locked myself in one of the showers he stands outside Knock knock singing it not saying it two notes the last higher than the first and then he repeats it those two notes but more like a hen Cluck cluck? clack clack? click click? clop clop? cock cock? Stop stop I answer finally so he comes at me with all the animal sounds he knows and after each one asking me Now what was that? A pig No a ham and this one? A horse No a carriage and this one? A goldfish No that’s my ass sucking wind
a real outbreak barrage of farts but coming from his mouth I can tell oral raspberries from real farts they don’t smell and besides there’s no real sound of wind in them I feel quite well now and I can hear a lovely voice somewhere saying Good morning
click clack clock come out of there huh
only if you take ten giant steps first but backward into the hall no twenty giant steps and after you do tell me you’re ready you swear you’ll come out if I do?
I promise all the same he’s a bit bigger than me or he’ll be me he doesn’t need me it’s all over
nineteen twenty okay come on out
no you’re still standing right there behind the door I can hear you! they’re always more sneaky than me and nobody more so than him caught in a trap in the bedsheets they climb up all over me a huge pile of bodies growing higher and higher I’m scared of being smothered by them they twist the sheet like a sausage casing all around me and I roll off the bed onto the wooden floor but they pick me up again and toss me onto another bed I turn and turn turning rolling trying to break loose from that winding sheet sure to be my shroud I started to cry I want to lie down but they’ve gone and short-sheeted my bed as well
his feet come smack up against a blind alley no exit here he senses a sudden chill his knees and buttocks so icy he gets out of bed unmaking it completely I try to straighten the coverlet
twenty or so beds each with a bulky white pillow
not one single guy here who would comfort me wood of rich red mahogany each bed set within a rosewood partition separating it from all the others and upon his night table the crown belonging to one of the ogre’s seven daughters put it on quick so when the ogre wakes up in the night to cut off the heads of the seven boys he’ll think I’m one of his daughters and spare me
he’s so scared of everything tell him a fairy tale and he’s sure it’ll all soon happen to him it’s so easy to invent things he’s so afraid somebody’ll take off all his clothes so of course we grab hold of both his arms both his legs and tattoo an Eiffel tower with india ink on his cock and a huge witch’s head covering both cheeks of his ass we say Hi there fart face! to the witch give it a clout there where the vertical slit grins shoving a pipe inside screwing it up into the hole
here’s some mustard and there’s my sneakers now tell you what I’m gonna do I’m tying the shoestrings together and then I’m gonna hang them down one on each side of your prick and if they fall off because your cock’s not hard enough to keep them balanced well then I’ll shove this whole jar of mustard up your ass so if I were you kid I’d get a hard-on real quick a perfect way wasn’t it to get him to whack off in front of all of us but he shook his head stubbornly lots of spirit in that cute little kid I’ll admit
okay guys hand over the mustard we knocked him down turned him over on his belly spread his legs wide asshole winking in fright and that’s when he finally makes up his mind so we let him loose
I’m going into the shower when it’s hard I’ll come back here okay?
no it’s not okay you’ll only lock yourself in there so stay right here whack off here right now or it’s the mustard bit for you come on start jerking jerk! he goes at it with two fingers touching that little prickie-poo of his so gingerly it never gets very hard
just to prove I’m not such a bad guy er who would like to suck on it a bit to help out this poor kid? nobody answers
aw come on gang then you want me to hang my sneakers from it already?
no not yet wait huh he now begins whacking off quite seriously tiny fist moving up and down pumping upon that tiny column it starts getting really hard but the other kid
s Hey did you see that trunk of his more like a twig than a trunk wouldn’t you say? Hey notice how he holds it Hey he doesn’t even know how to skin the head back yet Hey look at his face look Hey the way he’s squinting you’d think he was having a hard time shitting or something Hey take a gander at those tiny balls of his will you
oh you’re all disgusting how can I do it with you all making comments all the time you’re doing it all on purpose
doing what on purpose? can’t a guy talk with his buddies? hey you guys we’re not supposed to talk when this one starts playing with himself! hey you little asshole look at me I’m getting hard while I’m talking and it doesn’t seem to bother me
it’s not the same
well we can’t stand around here waiting all night for you he hesitated a moment then went back to his labors it’s truly quite hard by now
okay that’s enough cranking the cream separator bring your ass over here buddy I had already tied the strings of both my sneakers together now I dangling them over his rod it was already wilting a bit from the weight
hurry it up and balance them I’m getting all soft again in a panic now he started banging at his banjo once more but this time too roughly so roughly in fact that in less than thirty seconds he was giving out with a little sigh shivering all over and his hand all at once let go Oh shit that’s it
that’s it what?
it’s all over I can’t do it anymore
what? you mean you shot?
yes
but I can’t see anything not even a trickle
I’m not big enough yet for that
oh well you stupid silly cunt so much the worse for you then hey one of you guys fork over the mustard jar huh but we’re not really as mean as we might look I spread the stuff only at the crack of his cheeks none inside the hole Now remember you’re not allowed to wash it off so put your briefs back on huh and you have to sleep with it packed in there his balls are already burning as soon as he starts whimpering trying to hold back his tears we don’t tease him anymore he gets up to go and wash himself off and none of us objects you’d think looking at him he’d shit his britches all yellow in there quite lumpy too