SHE WAS ONLY A CLOWN is a special serialized novel presented in weekly installments every Saturday. Click here to read chapter 1, click here to read chapter 2 and click here to read chapter 3.
When he came to, Elwood wished the jar had broken. He wished the glass shards had pierced some main artery and killed him. Because when he woke up, the pain he was in was worse than anything he’d ever felt in his life.
The most immediate pain was in his ass. He had to shit but his asshole was also on fire at the same time. Or so the thought.
After feeling an intense pressure slam into him, then retract, then slam into him, he realized, even dazed and half-conscious that he was being fucked in the ass.
Raped in the ass.
“That’s what you like, ain’t it faggot?”
The next level of pain, beyond the ripping, bleeding sensation of his anus, was his face being grinded into the sticks and twigs on the ground.
And then there was the matter of his scalp feeling like it was being peeled off his head.
It only took Elwood another moment to realize he was face down on the ground and Mark was pushing his head into the dirt while fucking him.
Thump, thump, thump.
It felt like his stomach was being prodded with an alien instrument. That instrument happened to be Mark’s fat cock.
Thump, thump, thump.
“Think you can kill my dog and get away with it, faggot? I’m gonna make you eat that cum then I’m gonna smash that fag jar and make you eat it, too!”
The jar in question was positioned—not unintentionally, Elwood guessed—right in front of his face on the ground.
Thump, thump, thump.
Mark was sweating and grunting. Elwood could feel the redneck’s cock swelling in his ass. He was only moments away from climax.
Elwood felt like his intestines were only moments away from turning inside out.
He wanted to pull away, to thrash around or to tighten himself up and squeeze Mark’s dick off, but with every thumping thrust, a white hot pain sucked his energy away, like a searing, smoldering fire poker was being touched directly to his guts.
It was all Elwood could do to stay conscious as the pounding picked up speed.
He knew that as soon as Mark finished he would kill him. He knew his only means for survival in that moment was to get the big sweaty dude off him before he came.
The thought gave Elwood the nauseating visual of Mark’s cock ejaculating his thick, snotty load all over Elwood’s lacerated and bleeding insides.
His right eye was smashed into the bramble but with his left eye, he was able to spot something, maybe the only thing that could save his life.
He saw the sign he’d been carrying on the road.
The end is near. They’re all laughing at you!
He’d fashioned the sign out of cardboard and a fence post his father had discarded in the farm house’s backyard, a backyard which resembled a junkyard more than the rear property of a residence. The end of the fence post was sharp.
Elwood tentatively reached a hand across the broken sticks and twisted tree limbs that poked and yanked at his stomach as Mark continued to fuck him from behind.
A few more inches and he’d have it in his grasp.
That’s when the sound of the dirtbikes crashing through the woods drowned out the sounds of Mark’s impending orgasm.
“Fuck!” Mark screamed, jumping up off of Elwood in an instant.
It felt like a plunger had just ripped free from the wannabe clown’s asshole. Mark pulling out like that may have hurt worse than being fucked.
Elwood rolled over and put his hand against his ass, pulling his clown pants up over his exposed buttocks. This put him even closer to the sharp sign post.
Mark hastily buttoned his pants and yanked his filthy shirt down over his beer gut. He was doing everything he could to make it look like he hadn’t just butt raped a dude as his brothers pulled up on their bikes, casting the whole awful scene in harsh, revealing headlights.
“The fuck is going on out here, dumb shit?”
That was Jacob, Mark’s eldest brother. Not only was he older than the next eldest bother by five years, but he also towered over the other three causing many to speculate far outside the giant’s earshot that the Nelson boys’ mother hadn’t always been faithful to their five foot six inch father, Brutus.
Jacob always called Mark dumb shit because, well, he was probably the dumbest of all the Nelson brothers, not that that was saying much. They were all pretty stupid, as small town rednecks went.
“Faggot killed my dog,” Mark said, kicking Elwood in the stomach, causing not an insignificant amount of blood to shoot out from his torn rectum.
“Don’t look dead to me.”
That was Carl, the middle Nelson brother, or second eldest as he liked to tell people, as though that made him sound more important in the hierarchy of small town douchebaggary.
Carl’s mouth also contained the most teeth of any of the other Nelson brothers, and as Elwood would shortly discover, also had the biggest cock which he enjoyed adorning with rings and studs.
But we’re getting ahead of ourselves.
The final Nelson brother, Philip, a stunted, quiet, hairy man only nine months older than Mark, bent down over Ruby to give her a closer look.
Indeed she was still breathing. She panted in shallow, strained breaths, fluid still leaking from her gaping muzzle.
“Seized up,” he said. “Aughta put ‘er down.”
“Fuck!” Mark said, kicking Elwood again.
“The fuck you doin’ farting around down here in the woods with the dog for anyway?” Jacob said, parking his dirt bike and killing the light, casting the whole sordid affair back into pale moonlight.
“This faggot was trying to scare up kids with his clown costume. Wanted to teach him a lesson.” Mark said, shoving his hands in his pockets, seeming suddenly pensive about his decision to sic Ruby on Elwood.
“Ain’t that the queer boy from down the way?” Carl asked. “Fuck he dressed up for?”
“It’s Halloween, dumb ass,” Philip added, excited that he got to chastise his brother, a rare occurrence as he was usually the one being scolded for saying stupid shit. Stupider than the rest of the redneck’s stupid shit anyway, which was saying a lot.
“Didn’t… Didn’t do… it.” Elwood managed through the pain in his stomach and ass.
“What he say?” Philip asked, still hovering over the prone canine.
“You done fucked him up too much, dumb ass. He’s prolly gonna die.” Jacob interjected.
“Didn’t do it!” Elwood screamed.
“Yeah? Then who did, faggot?” Mark said, pulling back to kick him again.
“The clown girl,” Elwood said.
“Fuck is he on about, dumb shit?” Jacob asked, walking over to the boys on the ground. The other two brothers joined him, finally taking an interest in Elwood’s injured body.
“Nothin’. Ain’t nobody out here,” Mark said. He was getting defensive.
“You know what’ll happen if you beat this here fag so bad he dies and there’s witnesses?” Carl said, visibly angry. “Wrasltin’s on tonight. I ain’t gonna be out here in these woods all night lookin’ for no fuckin’ clown girl!”
“There wasn’t no girl!” Mark said, balling his fists.
“Why’s this faggot lyin’ then!” Carl said, spitting on the ground at Mark’s feet.
The two looked like they were about to come to blows when Jacob stepped between them. “What the hell is this?”
He’d spotted the fag jar laying next to Elwood’s head. He knelt down and picked it up, turning it side to side, trying to make out the contents through the cloudy glass.
“Th-that’s my…” Mark hesitated. “That’s a cum jar.”
“Cum jar?” Carl said, snatching it from Jacob’s huge hand. “Fuck is a cum jar?” He laughed, unscrewing the top.
He and Jacob sniffed the contents and then yanked their heads away as the rotten smell wafted out.
“Holy shit! That’s the nastiest shit I ever seen, and I seen some shit!” Carl said, laughing even harder.
“You keep all your cum?” Jacob asked, screwing the lid back on to contain the smell. “Why the fuck would you do that?”
Mark looked nervous. He glanced at Elwood and then back to his brothers. He couldn’t tell them he made guys jack him off. That’s why he hadn’t called it his fag jar.
“Just somethin’ I do, ok! Fuck you!”
That seemed to be good enough for Jacob, he’d already lost interest, handing the jar back off to Carl who showed it to Philip behind the big man. Jacob’s eyes were focused on Elwood.
“Get him up, dumb shit.”
Mark did as he was told. He grabbed the hurt boy by his shoulders and hauled him up to his knees, causing Elwood to shriek in pain.
Jacob smacked a ham-hock of a hand over Elwood’s mouth. “You scream like that again, I’m gonna cut your throat right here right now. Understood, faggot?” With his free hand, Jacob reached across his belt and unfastened a boot knife, showing he was more than willing to make good on his threat.
Elwood closed his eyes tight to push away the pain, then nodded the best he could.
Carl and Philip had gone quiet in the back. Now they stood with stupid grins on their face, watching the eldest brother do his thing.
“I ain’t gonna ask you but this once, ok?” Jacob grinned. “You tell me where the girl went, or I start cuttin’ shit off real slow like. Understood?”
He took his hand off Elwood’s mouth.
“I-I don’t know where… s-she went,” Elwood whined. “I swear!”
The grin faded from the eldest Nelson boy’s face.
Mark slinked an arm around Elwood’s neck, holding him in place.
Elwood stared at Jacob’s knife in horror. He visibly shook while he tried to think through the pain clearly enough to decide what to do next.
Should he just lie and say the clown girl ran off in a particular direction? What if they killed him anyway after he told them? He started to cry when Mark grabbed him around the neck. He didn’t want to die. Not out here in the cold. Not wearing a fucking clown suit.
And then she was there. Just like that. Behind the Nelson boys, near where Ruby lay. The clown girl. Standing just as still, just as unsettling as she had before.
Elwood raised a trembling purple gloved hand and pointed.
Be back here next Saturday, October 7th, for chapter 5!