Trigger Warning: Extreme Horror: Contains Strong Sexual Content, Violence, Drug Use, and Language. by John Raptor Page B
Authors: John Raptor
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a “fuckin’ whore!”
“How can she be a whore if she doesn’t put out?” I asked.
“Oh, she puts out. Just not for me. She puts out for her daddy. And for her daddy’s friends. I bet she takes two dicks in her pussy at the same time.” He put two fingers through a cupped hand and laughed.
I laughed too (but inside, I felt sick).
Boys will be boys.
***
Brady hid the porno mag in his locker, and we agreed that’d we’d all share it. Each day, one of us would take it home. Brady got it for three days in a row because he was the one who found it. Second-bitch-on-the-totem-pole Neil didn’t think that was fair, but Brady threatened to make him first bitch if he didn’t shut his fucking mouth (not precisely in those words).
I took the porno mag home on a Tuesday, hidden between the pages of my Bible textbook (the guys thought it was a hoot). And that night, after supper and devotions, I holed up in my claustrophobic box-of-a-bedroom and cracked the text open. I could already feel myself getting hard. My nerves tingling with ecstasy.
The porno mag.
Such a thing of beauty for a 12-year-old boy. Not only the stepping stone to his manhood and the acceptance of his male peers, but…naked ladies!
I flipped through the pages, salivating over the still-images of big breasted blondes in their birthday suits bent in various poses.
My face flushed as my eyes caressed the heaving breasts, shaven vulvas, and big shapely asses.
I found my favorite spread: a tight shot of a girl’s vulva (from below), her fingers between the lips. B.g.: her long blonde hair thrown back in ecstatic pleasure, her other hand squeezing a breast. The nipple hard and erect.
I humped the bed as I stared at the image and burnt it into my retinas for later consumption.
The bed springs squeaked and I tried to slow my pace, fearing my Gramma would hea—
Footsteps. In the hall.
I quickly hid the porno mag under the sheets and sat up with my Bible text.
Gramma Wilkins entered the bedroom, glowering at me.
You been lookin’ at the girls, Robbie?
Panic.
No.
Those girls are demons. Harlots and whores. Jesus said to even think about one of them whores in a lustful manner is as bad as adultery. You don’t want to be a sinner, do you, Robbie? I know you’re at that age now, that age when them girls are going to start lookin’ pretty, but you better keep out of their snatch ’less you want your widdler to rot off. Those whores and harlots have sex diseases, Robbie. They may be pretty on the outside, but inside, they're pure nastiness. The book of Revelation says the whore rode the Beast. You don't want to be the Beast, do you, Robbie? There’s a special place in hell for the Beast and the False Prophet. Ordinary sinners will just burn up and die, but the anguish and suffering of the Beast and False Prophet shall go up forever and ever. You do not want to be a Beast, Robbie. One of them ornery Beasts that fucks harlots in the backseat of their sports car and ends up with a soulless fornication child. Right now, you have a soul, Robbie, but you can lose it. Those harlots are incubi and they’ll suck your soul right out through your widdler. They’ll infect you with their diseases. They might even try to convince you to take them to one of them baby-killing factories if your silly willy breaks the condom.
I won't do any of that dirty-nasty stuff, Gramma. I promise, I promise. I want to be pure for the Lord.
Now Robbie, don’t lie to me. Lying is a sin, and liars burn slower and hotter, along with adulterers and gossipers. Thou shall not bear false witness, number nine.
Gramma tossed a pair of stiff boxers on the bed.
I found a pair of your shorts in the laundry bin, Robbie, and there’s a peculiar stain on them. You mind explainin’ that stain to your dear ol’ Gramma? What would your mama think? Your sweet ol’ mama who ripped her insides apart to bring you into this cesspit world, who withstood the degradation of sexual
“How can she be a whore if she doesn’t put out?” I asked.
“Oh, she puts out. Just not for me. She puts out for her daddy. And for her daddy’s friends. I bet she takes two dicks in her pussy at the same time.” He put two fingers through a cupped hand and laughed.
I laughed too (but inside, I felt sick).
Boys will be boys.
***
Brady hid the porno mag in his locker, and we agreed that’d we’d all share it. Each day, one of us would take it home. Brady got it for three days in a row because he was the one who found it. Second-bitch-on-the-totem-pole Neil didn’t think that was fair, but Brady threatened to make him first bitch if he didn’t shut his fucking mouth (not precisely in those words).
I took the porno mag home on a Tuesday, hidden between the pages of my Bible textbook (the guys thought it was a hoot). And that night, after supper and devotions, I holed up in my claustrophobic box-of-a-bedroom and cracked the text open. I could already feel myself getting hard. My nerves tingling with ecstasy.
The porno mag.
Such a thing of beauty for a 12-year-old boy. Not only the stepping stone to his manhood and the acceptance of his male peers, but…naked ladies!
I flipped through the pages, salivating over the still-images of big breasted blondes in their birthday suits bent in various poses.
My face flushed as my eyes caressed the heaving breasts, shaven vulvas, and big shapely asses.
I found my favorite spread: a tight shot of a girl’s vulva (from below), her fingers between the lips. B.g.: her long blonde hair thrown back in ecstatic pleasure, her other hand squeezing a breast. The nipple hard and erect.
I humped the bed as I stared at the image and burnt it into my retinas for later consumption.
The bed springs squeaked and I tried to slow my pace, fearing my Gramma would hea—
Footsteps. In the hall.
I quickly hid the porno mag under the sheets and sat up with my Bible text.
Gramma Wilkins entered the bedroom, glowering at me.
You been lookin’ at the girls, Robbie?
Panic.
No.
Those girls are demons. Harlots and whores. Jesus said to even think about one of them whores in a lustful manner is as bad as adultery. You don’t want to be a sinner, do you, Robbie? I know you’re at that age now, that age when them girls are going to start lookin’ pretty, but you better keep out of their snatch ’less you want your widdler to rot off. Those whores and harlots have sex diseases, Robbie. They may be pretty on the outside, but inside, they're pure nastiness. The book of Revelation says the whore rode the Beast. You don't want to be the Beast, do you, Robbie? There’s a special place in hell for the Beast and the False Prophet. Ordinary sinners will just burn up and die, but the anguish and suffering of the Beast and False Prophet shall go up forever and ever. You do not want to be a Beast, Robbie. One of them ornery Beasts that fucks harlots in the backseat of their sports car and ends up with a soulless fornication child. Right now, you have a soul, Robbie, but you can lose it. Those harlots are incubi and they’ll suck your soul right out through your widdler. They’ll infect you with their diseases. They might even try to convince you to take them to one of them baby-killing factories if your silly willy breaks the condom.
I won't do any of that dirty-nasty stuff, Gramma. I promise, I promise. I want to be pure for the Lord.
Now Robbie, don’t lie to me. Lying is a sin, and liars burn slower and hotter, along with adulterers and gossipers. Thou shall not bear false witness, number nine.
Gramma tossed a pair of stiff boxers on the bed.
I found a pair of your shorts in the laundry bin, Robbie, and there’s a peculiar stain on them. You mind explainin’ that stain to your dear ol’ Gramma? What would your mama think? Your sweet ol’ mama who ripped her insides apart to bring you into this cesspit world, who withstood the degradation of sexual
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