The Life and Times of Phil Wii, Part II

Mark, crouching over the boy’s head, watched him as he awakened, wheezing through his nose, moaning through the rocks stuffed in his mouth. The boy began to roll on his side, at which Mark pushed him back over and rapped him on the forehead with the straight razor. “Don’t fucking move, you idiot. You’re just gonna make it harder on yourself.”

As tears rolled down each side of the boy’s face, Mark looked down the length of the kid’s body, which seemed so much longer unclothed. His eyes stopped at his penis, which he found surprisingly large on a boy who had barely started growing pubic hair. One quick hop and he straddled the boy’s waist, dropping the baggie to the side and grabbing the boy's penis. With his other hand, he pulled the twig from the slit, the boy’s body shaking under him, and began tugging up and down.

When the boy’s penis hardened and a dollop of pinkish fluid at the hole, Mark unclasped his straight razor and nestled it snugly under the boy’s scrotum. Ten or twenty more pumps and the boy’s abdomen tightened between Mark’s legs. He flicked the razor as semen shot straight into the air and held the boy’s genitals up above his head like a trophy. He looked down at the red-black pulp that was the boy’s crotch and just beyond he could see where the kid had shat a couple of the rocks he’d stuffed him with.

He zipped the baggie back up and crouched down by the boy’s whimpering head. “I had to borrow a few things from you,” said Mark. “I’ll take good care of them. I know: same old predictable shit, huh? It’s hard to be original nowadays, what with the genetic code being discovered and all. And so many smart motherfuckers, unlike you, having come before us. We’re all so fucking dull and uninteresting.” Mark laid the warm, slushy baggie of teeth, fingers, thumbs, penis, and testicles to the side and pulled the X-acto out of his pocket. “But there’re two fucking things that I really need.”

The boy’s eyes widened as the blade approached his eyelids.