The boy was a knot of body impatient, fiddling with a string of orgone cream from the corner of his light mouth, the lip of his groin where pant meet thigh rubbed raw from sweat and summer cotton. All of his being wound up in a coil of lust, less cannonball than catapult, a man-ancient mildew encrust itself round the vision of what he sought. His body were bare like satiety never touched it, dew of a clenched appetite, each gut wanting to be fucked in turn like under his skin you could see the nerves crawling thirsty. No jelly on his flesh yet his hot mind flanged at its hinge, his brain the only bit of fat for quivering inflamed with a surge he’d cut off his tongue to learn how to speak its name. Bored stiff, vacant with boredom, the boy thrust out into the night a flightless dove offered to freedom.

The man stood sentry, jaw welded shut in tight and direct inverse proportion to boy’s slack yawn, sure as cement of the crud-flecked bent of his wants, animal-carnal but for a glimmer of self-knowledge both cause and completion of pain he knew himself well enough to trust to teach some boy wandering by to taste own blood for the first time. So closes this the prologue to their acquaintance.

They met one at the top of the stairs one at the landing, other with a curved chin suggesting easy brutality, boy with a frame slim, broken long before it hit the bed. He jockey the boy down so his ass spills to the floor. Foot to his flat chest and whole armpit wrap round his breath, drag his limp sway to the corner, wet paint, plush fart. His wrists shackled to desk legs, prick shoved in palms, unlubed and chafing, dirty rim forced in his face, smell of the unwashed long thin hairs of his pubis creep down his neck. Lone want left in his brittle brain: to be simply annihilated, mistaken for dust, simply fucked right to the base and all through. Cherish this smear of hole; hold it rough in the thrust & thrust. Boy moans a crinkled moan, toes clamped in, its soft tiny tendons swivel and twist back, cramp up; a stripe of pain peel down his torso as his boy cunt peels off the wall. He put his sack down boy's throat so deep that the lungs pick up their scent: a bestial musk crossed with casserole eaten that morning. Boy feel like a cloth of veal hung from tenterhooks as gleaming cock turns boy's body into a writhing slit. Suck it for a thousand moments, crush his body like a fist in the thick dank corner. The two cum in unison, boy takes a violent breath in, flicker of cum drip from forehead to scrotum, fade to black.