The Man had pulled the camper down the next morning. He took him
somewhere and did something. i didn't know what and i didn't ask. i
hadn't been allowed to make any noise since that night. It was
strange. i had begun to think of myself as "nothing." i was nothing
and he was The Man. The King. The Bringer of Death. He had ordered me
to my knees in front of the couch and told me not to move. When he
returned an hour had passed and he told me i had moved. i hadn't, of
course, but that didn't stop him from punishing me.
First he grabbed me by the hair and threw me across the room. i
landed hard and in spite of my best efforts i made a noise. This made
him angrier and he kicked me. i could feel my rib begin to cave in on
the third kick and he stopped before it popped completely. He stood
over me, stripped to the waist and knelt down, trapping me in a
school boy pin. The zipper of his jeans scratched my chin and he
slapped me hard, forehand and back. Taunting me the whole time.
"Fight back nothing! What's the matter? Am I too big and strong?
Fucking faggot. I'll break you in half the next time you move without
my permission. Hit me. Hit me! Fight me or I'll make you suffer mroe
than I did any of the others."
i struggled underneath his weight but he was so strong and heavy
there was nothing i could do. He laughed at me harder and louder and
the sound came crashing into my head and heart. i could hear him
calling me nothing over and over again. He grabbed my ears in his
powerful hands and banged my head hard against the floor. My head
began to swim and i silently started to say the "Hail Mary" because i
knew this was it. He stopped and pulled me up. Throwing me over one
shoulder he carried me up the stairs without even bretahing heavily.
To my own surprise i was hard and my dick ground into the boulder
that was his delts and he knew it. He knew he had me. i was becoming
his nothing. From the doorway of the bed room he threw me across the
room and i bounced hard on the bed. Before i came to a complete halt
he was on top of me, pushing into me hard and stiff and unlubed. He
fucked me in ways he knew would be painful.
i didn't cry or make much noise other than occasional grunts and i
could tell when he sped up that he was close. He pushed deeper into
me and i felt his cum explode into me. Filling me. Devouring me from
the inside. Replacing the me that i was with the me he wanted.
We heard a creak on the stairs and he pulled out of me and moved
silently to behind the door. i lay on the bed and watched as a shdow
fell across the door. In walked another camper. He wasn't anywhere
near as big as the first one. The one who died. The one who was
killed.
"Ralphie?" The voice asked. "That you?"
He enthered the door and stopped just inside, looking at
me. "What the fuck? Who are--"
That was the last word he spoke. The Man grabbed him from behind,
choking him. The camper struggled in the grasp of inescapable arms.
The Man walked him towards the bed and motioned me off of it. He
forced the camper down ana began to rape him the way he had raped me.
Painfully, cruelly. The camper couldn't speak because he was being
choked out. There were guttural noises coming from his throat. The
Man came again, deep within him. The Man pulled out, and stood up
towering over the inchoerent man on the bed. He flexed and stretched
his muscles, loosening them up to get rerady for the kill.
Even the Man wasn't prepared for what happened next. i grabbed a
heavy clock from the bedside and brought it down hard on the head of
the camper, over and over again. Screaming out my anger and
frustration and pain and hurt. Over and over and over. i was covered
in blood, by the time it was over. Blood all over me, just like there
was blood all over the Man. You could see the blood on me, but his
had seeped into his skin and pores. Now we were both covered in it.
Death.
"Well," he smiled. "Looks like nothing might not be as much of a
nothing after all."
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