by Cattus Politterarum<\/p>\n
Read this piece’s entry on the Shousetsu Bang*Bang wiki.<\/a><\/p>\n Carrot Williams shifted uncomfortably. The mask was hot and itchy, he could barely see through the ragged eyeholes, and he was really unsure about Todd\u2019s plan. It hadn\u2019t sounded good that afternoon; it sounded worse now.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cIf you get someone scared, really scared, their brain, like, floods with adrenaline,\u201d Todd had said. He\u2019d been worked up, his eyes gleaming. Carrot\u2019s dick had twitched, and he\u2019d tried to pretend it hadn\u2019t. \u201cAnd when the fear goes away, the brain energy turns into sexual arousal. You know how slasher flicks always cut between makeout scenes and stabbing scenes? That\u2019s why. Arousal is arousal, dude. So if you scare Madison, she\u2019ll put out for me.\u201d He\u2019d laughed at his own cleverness. \u201cShit, dude, she might be horny enough to want both of us.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n Carrot\u2019s dick had absolutely throbbed at the thought of that.<\/span><\/p>\n Todd had chuckled again. \u201cProbably not, I think that only happens in porn. But if you help me out tonight, I\u2019ll pay you back. As soon as you get a date. I will don the mask for you, bro, and your girl will un-don her panties.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cWhat about the Clarendon Slasher?\u201d he\u2019d asked.<\/span><\/p>\n Todd had punched his arm, somewhere between playful and hard-enough-to-bruise. \u201cWe are the Clarendon Slasher, dude! The guys who don the mask to help our friends score.\u201d There it was again, that weird word, \u201cdon.\u201d Todd\u2019s voice had gotten dreamy. \u201cA tradition passed down since time immemorial.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Carrot had agreed, because his brain always checked out of the room when Todd was around, for whatever reason.<\/span><\/p>\n And now he was in the woods of Clarendon Park, where Todd had dropped him off earlier. He was working his way up the steep slope below the scenic overlook, peering through an ill-made but undeniably creepy halloween mask. Looking creepy, creeping closer to the parking lot. <\/span>Dun-dun, dun-dun!<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n The overlook was not a popular spot to park and make out. Partly because it was inaccessible; the road to it curled through the hills in almost a dozen switchbacks. But mostly because of the park\u2019s grisly reputation. Although for some folks\u2014like Todd, and apparently, Madison\u2014the sense of danger was alluring.<\/span><\/p>\n Finally, he reached the edge of the lot. Todd\u2019s ancient Mercury was the only car. The full moon had been playing peek-a-boo with the clouds, but it was out just then, turning Todd\u2019s beat-up sedan silver. The car was parked so Carrot was facing its right side. Carrot raised his right hand threateningly, showing off the plastic hook strapped to it, and shambled toward the car.<\/span><\/p>\n Todd\u2019s windows were down, as Carrot drew closer he could smell the spicy tang of pot on the breeze. As he got nearer still he saw Todd in the driver seat\u2014but not Madison. Todd spotted Carrot, and made a frantic throat-cutting motion.<\/span><\/p>\n Carrot froze, and Madison sat up. She\u2019d had her head in Todd\u2019s lap.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cWhat the fuck are you doing?\u201d she asked. She turned her head, following Todd\u2019s gaze. \u201cWhy the fuck is Carrot Williams standing there wearing a goofy mask and a hook-hand?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cHow did you know it was me?\u201d It slipped out before Carrot could stop himself. Poor impulse control, it was practically his middle name. \u201cI mean, who is Carrot Williams?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cYour hair, Carrot, duh.\u201d It took Madison only another second to put it all together. \u201cOh my God, you absolute dorks! You\u2019re supposed to scare me, and you\u2019re\u201d \u2014she turned back to Todd\u2014 \u201csupposed to save me, and then I\u2019m supposed to be so <\/span>grateful<\/span><\/i> that I let you screw me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cTurned on,\u201d Todd muttered miserably. \u201cFear arousal, sexual arousal.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cYeah, well, I\u2019m turned <\/span>off<\/span><\/i> now, asshole. Goddamn, I can\u2019t believe I had your lousy dick in my mouth. Take me home, right fucking now.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cAw c\u2019mon, Madison\u2014\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cRight fucking <\/span>now<\/span><\/i>, Todd, or I\u2019m calling my brothers.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n Todd clearly knew when he was beaten. He started the car and put it in gear.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cWait!\u201d Carrot hollered. The plan was not for Carrot to be stranded in the park. He was supposed to sneak into the trunk of the Mercury. There was already a mess of blankets and a pillow in there.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cGo!\u201d Madison yelled, and Todd peeled out. Carrot stripped off his mask and the hook, and\u00a0 hurled them into the trash barrel. He dug out his phone and confirmed what he expected\u2014no service. Madison\u2019s threat had probably been empty, not that it mattered. He hadn\u2019t even wanted to help Todd convince Madison to have sex. There was no way he\u2019d stand by and watch Todd actually assault her.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n And now Carrot was stuck\u2014again!\u2014with the consequences of being talked into one of Todd\u2019s screwy schemes. He sighed. It would take several hours to walk home on the road. But he could probably make it home in about an hour if he went straight down the side of the hill, instead of looping around it.<\/span><\/p>\n Getting down to the first switchback below the overlook wasn\u2019t too bad. He\u2019d come up that way; it wasn\u2019t too hard to retrace his steps. It was darker than when Todd had dropped him off, but he could see pretty well by moonlight.<\/span><\/p>\n He started down the next section, and that was when everything went to shit.<\/span><\/p>\n The next section was much steeper, and there was a broad patch with no trees. If he put weight on a rock, there was no guarantee it wouldn\u2019t fall away under his foot. If he grabbed a plant, there was likewise no guarantee it wouldn\u2019t come free and leave him holding a root ball. He slid down several feet and fetched up against a rock with a jolt that made him gasp. Everything hurt and he had to stop to catalog it all; abrasions on his palms, his knee scraped under his jeans, stabbing agony from his ankle.<\/span><\/p>\n And then the moon vanished behind clouds. It was suddenly as dark as anything he\u2019d ever experienced outdoors. There was just the barest glimmer of light from the town reflected back; not enough for him to resolve shapes.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n He huddled against the scree, not daring to move, hardly daring to breathe.<\/span><\/p>\n The ads the parks commission ran every year started playing inside his head. The Clarendon Slasher might not be real, but serious injuries, and even deaths, in the park were. Its slopes wouldn\u2019t even be interesting for an expert climber, but that didn\u2019t mean they weren’t hazardous for normal humans. He heard the mocking chitter of the animated squirrel mascot over and over: \u201cBuddy, you gotta ask yourself: does your insurance cover the cost of the chopper, if that\u2019s what it takes to get you out?\u201d Carrot was presently uninsured, so he was pretty sure the answer was \u201cno.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n And then a voice whispered right into his ear.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cBoo.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n He screamed. He jerked spasmodically. Suddenly his arms were windmilling in open air. He felt wind rushing, and then he was crashing into something, and it hurt, sweet Christ it hurt, jabbing and ripping and tearing, and then a <\/span>whomp!<\/span><\/i> against his back that stole his breath away.<\/span><\/p>\n He\u2019d thought everything hurt before, but he\u2019d been wrong. <\/span>Now<\/span><\/i> everything hurt. For a while there was too much pain to function, but gradually it subsided. Carrot tried to wiggle toes and fingers, and it seemed like they responded. The moon peeped out of the clouds. Now it was mostly hidden by the branches and leaves of a tree that had scraped him up pretty good but broken his fall, and saved his bones, and maybe his life.<\/span><\/p>\n And there was light enough to see something else: a man-like figure, its face hidden by a crude canvas mask, standing by his knees.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cHi there, Carrot,\u201d it said. Or she? The voice sounded like it could be a woman\u2019s, but there was a buzz under it, like a low bandwidth connection.<\/span><\/p>\n It took Carrot a long moment to find his voice, and when he did, the words came out in a hiccupy rasp. \u201cYou\u2019re real. You\u2019re the Clarendon Slasher.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cWe prefer \u2018Smasher.\u2019 Femurs, Tibiae, crania. Such satisfying things to smash.\u201d They cocked their head. \u201cWe slashed you up pretty good, though, Carrot, didn\u2019t we? You\u2019re bleeding from… nineteen different places. One for each year of your life. But alive. Clarendon Hill has judged you innocent. Well, of the main counts.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cMain… counts?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cStill guilty of aiding and abetting.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n Carrot winced. \u201cAiding and abetting what?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n The figure leaned over his face. \u201cYour <\/span>friend<\/span><\/i>.\u201d The final word dripped with contempt.<\/span><\/p>\n Cam shook his head, a mistake. The back of his skull was scraped; scrubbing it against the bark under him didn\u2019t feel good. \u201cTodd wouldn\u2019t\u2014\u201d he began, and stopped. How sure was he, really?<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cWouldn\u2019t what?\u201d Now they sounded mocking. Knowing.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cHurt her,\u201d he muttered.<\/span><\/p>\n They cocked their head again. \u201cMm. Maybe not Madison, with her Army brother and her cop-recruit brother. But you should ask Amber.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n The moon vanished behind the clouds, and Carrot couldn\u2019t see anything again.<\/span><\/p>\n Amber was the girl Todd had gone with his senior year. They\u2019d been so in love. Todd had been planning to propose. They\u2019d gone to prom, but broken up that summer. Todd had been crushed when she dumped him.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cHey, Carrot.\u201d Amber\u2019s voice was clear and very close.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cWhat the fuck!\u201d Carrot scrabbled away from the voice. There was something lumpy and rough under him, then his shoulder fetched up an unyielding mass. <\/span>Roots. Tree.<\/span><\/i> \u201cYou\u2019re not dead, you\u2019re in Connecticut! I saw your mom last week in Kohl\u2019s. She said you were fine!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cPart of me is alive,\u201d Amber\u2019s voice said. \u201cBut not fine. I\u2019m doing fine. But I\u2019m the dead part of her.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cI don\u2019t understand,\u201d Carrot moaned.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cYes, you do, Carrot. You just don\u2019t want to admit it.\u201d The buzz was back in the Smasher\u2019s voice. Not a bad connection; multiple voices overlapping. \u201cA slasher story needs a good twist, don\u2019t you think? The killer is two people, the killer\u2019s a girl, the killer\u2019s the whole town. How about this one? The killer isn\u2019t innocents, with a \u2019t.\u2019 Innocence, with a \u2018c\u2019?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cAmber wasn\u2019t innocent,\u201d Carrot regretted it as soon as he heard it.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cI loved to fuck,\u201d Amber said, and despite everything, Carrot\u2019s cock twitched in response to the word. \u201cI was so horny, almost all the time. I just didn\u2019t want to fuck Todd that night. I wasn\u2019t horny that night. But I was innocent, Carrot. I knew there was a threat, but it was abstract. I didn\u2019t feel it in my bones. I didn\u2019t know how it would bruise. The Amber in Connecticut will never fuck like I used to. She\u2019ll always remember.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n The Smasher\u2019s voice went plural again for a moment. \u201cWe\u2019re angry,\u201d they said. \u201cSo angry. But also horny. Very horny.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cAre you getting hard for me?\u201d Amber\u2019s voice came from somewhere lower now, near Cam\u2019s ankles. He felt hands on his calves, moving up slowly. He raised his head for a moment, but he couldn\u2019t see who\u2014what\u2014was touching him; the darkness was absolute.\u201cYou wanna fuck me? Want me to suck your cock, Carrot?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n Carrot was hard. And terrified. Fear-arousal and sexual arousal getting all tangled up, just like Todd said. But this didn\u2019t feel right. \u201cNo,\u201d he said.<\/span><\/p>\n The Smasher paused. Carrot had the uncomfortable sense of being listened to invasively, like the Smasher was rooting around inside his head.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cOh, you poor deluded boy,\u201d they said. \u201cYou never wanted Todd\u2019s sloppy seconds, did you? You just wanted Todd.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n Carrot had never admitted this, not even to himself. He had no trouble getting it up and getting off with women. Any other … <\/span>feelings<\/span><\/i> were just a phase. Adolescent hormones running amuck. But as soon as the Smasher said it out loud, he knew it was true.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cThat\u2019s OK.\u201d This was a new voice, a male voice he didn\u2019t recognize. \u201cWe have a couple of boys mixed in. I can jack you off, Carrot, and you can suck my cock.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cNo,\u201d he repeated. \u201cThis is fucked up. You\u2014all of you\u2014were forced, and that\u2019s awful. And now you\u2019re going to force me?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n The Smasher stayed with the man\u2019s voice. \u201cWe\u2019re hungry, not logical. One way or another, we need to be fed tonight. A real death, <\/span>une petite mort<\/span><\/i>, a piece of you to stay with us. It doesn\u2019t matter to us.\u201d The Smasher cupped his crotch, and Carrot\u2019s dick throbbed against it. \u201cDon\u2019t you want you to come? Don\u2019t you need to come?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n Carrot\u2019s head was throbbing in time with his cock, a heartbeat hammer. \u201cYes,\u201d he said finally.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cIsn\u2019t this better?\u201d The Smasher\u2019s hands were moving all over him, more than two, stroking his legs, his chest, his arms, his hair. Squeezing his cock. Everywhere they touched, his pain eased.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cYes,\u201d Carrot repeated.<\/span><\/p>\n There were lips against his, a scrape of stubble against his chin, thrilling and new. Carrot opened his mouth and let the Smasher kiss him, licking into his mouth, stroking his tongue. The Smasher felt hot and wet and vital.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019d like to take your pants off,\u201d the Smasher said when he broke the kiss. \u201cMay I?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cUh-huh.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n Hands lowered his zipper, undid his belt. He raised his hips and the Smasher tugged his jeans and his underwear down, pulled off his shoes and socks.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cMay I touch you? Taste you?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n Carrot hadn\u2019t been sure at first, even though he\u2019d acceded, but now sex was winning against fear. \u201cYes,\u201d he said more firmly. \u201cPlease.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n The Smasher kissed him again, and wrapped a hand around his cock. And then wet lips closed over his cockhead.\u00a0 Carrot groaned into the mouth that was still kissing him while a second slid down his shaft. His hips tried to buck up of their own volition, but hands held him down, letting the Smasher set their own pace. More hands gently lifted his head, slid his folded-up pants between him and the roots, cushioning him, and also propping his head up.<\/span><\/p>\n The kissing mouth vanished, to be replaced a moment later by hot skin, firm but velvet-soft against his mouth. \u201cWill you?\u201d The Smasher\u2019s breath was in his ears, warm and wet.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cYes,\u201d Carrot said, and he opened wide.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n There was a cock in his mouth. It was weird, and new, and he liked it more than he could have dreamed. The Smasher moved in him gently, slowly, letting him adjust. A tongue swabbed his dick, and he moved his own under and around the meat filling his mouth.<\/span><\/p>\n Hands stroked his balls. More hands eased his thighs apart. Finger tips traced around his anus.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cDon\u2019t worry,\u201d the Smasher whispered. \u201cThere\u2019s magical ghost lube.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cYeah?\u201d Carrot\u2019s question turned into an answer as a finger probed him. He\u2019d never done this to himself, but he\u2019s had inklings. A doctor\u2019s touch had always been brief, but fraught. <\/span>What if I pop a boner?<\/span><\/i>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n And now, touched leisurely, with intent, a finger hot and slick inside him, it felt good. Not as good as he thought it might. Better. A lot better.<\/span><\/p>\n Carrot moaned around the Smasher\u2019s cock, and they responded by fucking faster into his mouth.<\/span><\/p>\n A second finger joined the first in his ass. Not on the same hand. Setting different rhythms, sliding against each other inside him. The stretch of his anal ring was uncomfortable, but exciting.<\/span><\/p>\n The mouth on his shaft was equally relentless. The cock in his mouth was growing more insistent. Feather touches tingled his balls. Hands roved over his body, stroking him everywhere. Two hot cocks pressed into his palms. His fingers curled around them, found the wet leaking from their tips.<\/span><\/p>\n His orgasm rose in him, as hungry and angry as the Smasher. He howled around the dick in his throat as he began to come. The Smasher shuddered all over him, against him, inside him. He felt the spurts of jizz against the back of his throat, and he thrashed against the Smasher\u2019s restraint.<\/span><\/p>\n It was too much. His mind broke.<\/span><\/p>\n The cock was gone from his mouth, and he took a long gasping breath. Lips claimed his one last time, slick with semen. He passed out.<\/span><\/p>\n Carrot woke shivering, in wan predawn light, naked from the waist down, his jeans balled up under his head. The musky flavor in his mouth was unfamiliar. But Carrot knew, with an awful certainty, that he would soon get used to waking up with the taste of come in his mouth.<\/span><\/p>\n A line from Keats bubbled up in his mind, something he’d read back in school. A weird-ass poem, about a dude getting it on with a fairy chick. Getting kind of wrecked about it. \u201cAnd I woke and found me here, on the cold hill\u2019s side.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n When he sat up, he saw he wasn\u2019t far above the next curve of the road. He dressed and went down easily to the pavement. He walked out of the park the long way.<\/span><\/p>\n And he wondered\u2014even though it didn\u2019t matter, couldn’t be changed\u2014how much of himself he might be leaving behind.<\/span><\/p>\n Read this piece’s entry on the Shousetsu Bang*Bang wiki.<\/a><\/p>\n