09/10/2020

meaningless to avoid short-arm inspection of prurient
ballistic experts. He waits the slow striptease of erosion
with fossil loins.
The Mugwump slips the noose over the boy’s head
and tightens the knot caressingly behind the left ear.
The boy’s penis is retracted, his balls tight. He looks
straight ahead breathing deeply. The Mugwump sidles
around the boy goosing him and caressing his genitals
in hieroglyphs of mockery. He moves in behind the
boy with a series of bumps and shoves his cock up the
boy’s ass. He stands there moving in circular gyrations.
The guests shush each other, nudge and giggle.
Suddenly the Mugwump pushes the boy forward into
space, free of his cock. He steadies the boy with hands
on the hip bones, reaches up with his stylized hieroglyph hands and snaps the boy’s neck. A shudder passes
through the boy’s body. His penis rises in three great
surges pulling his pelvis up, ejaculates immediately.
Green sparks explode behind his eyes. A sweet toothache pain shoots through his neck down the spine to
the groin, contracting the body in spasms of delight.
His whole body squeezes out through his cock. A
final spasm throws a great spurt of sperm across the
red screen like a shooting star.
The boy falls with soft gutty suction through a maze
of penny arcades and dirty pictures.
A sharp turd shoots clean out his ass. Farts shake
his slender body. Skyrockets burst in green clusters
across a great river. He hears the faint put-put of a
motor boat in jungle twilight. . . . Under silent wings
of the anopheles mosquito.