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...presents... Ugly Fucker
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by Mark E. Dassad
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01/01/1996-#301
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__///////\ -cDc- CULT OF THE DEAD COW -cDc- /\\\\\\\__
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\\\\\\\/ Everything You Need Since 1986 \///////
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___ _ _ ___ _ _ ___ _ _ ___ _ _ ___
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|___heal_the_sick___raise_the_dead___cleanse_the_lepers___cast_out_demons___|
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Corey lay on his side, thin blanket pulled up over his ear, metal
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bedsprings creaking as he masturbated into a dirty sock. Surreptitiously
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watching Joey get his asshole raped. The un-challenged top dog, "Wolf," had
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been making the rounds of the dormitory at night, picking his victims from the
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smaller, paler boys. For the first time in his life, Corey was thankful he was
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so ugly.
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He _knew_ he was ugly. It wasn't a matter of goddamn "self-esteem" like
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that bogus shrink kept trying to tell him, as she looked away from his whole
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butt-ugly self. He was scrawny to the point of emaciation. He had a big nose,
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crooked buck teeth and no chin to speak of. He had zits all over his face that
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blended in with the freckles. He had frizzy black hair that looked like it had
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never been combed, which wasn't true, it just looked that way. He'd buzzed it
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off once when he was eleven, to look tough like a skinhead, but his grandma
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Rubinstein had fainted dead away when she saw it. His father had beat the
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living crap out of him for it; his mother said he looked like an Auschwitz
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survivor and made him wear a hat.
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He was so fucking ugly that his cousin Aaron didn't even make him suck his
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dick like he did his little brother Mark. Aaron, the fucking cop Aaron,
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goddamn musclehead faggot Aaron, thought he was really something special. Just
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because he was strong, pumped up, a steroid bloated idiot. Not a geeky little
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Jewish stereotype like Corey's side of the family.
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"I oughta fuck you up the ass, Corey, you ugly little shit," Aaron used to
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tell him, sitting on the faded couch in the dingy little living room in Corey's
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dark basement apartment. Corey's little brother Mark knelt between Aaron's
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legs, giving him head.
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Corey would be standing near the doorway. He didn't dare leave since
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Aaron demanded an audience. Corey knew Aaron would beat the crap out of him if
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he left, or make up some story to his old man that would get his old man to
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beat the crap out of him, or maybe both. Besides, he had liked watching that
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spoiled little shit Marky give head... it made him hard.
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"I oughta fuck you up the ass 'cause it's a lot prettier than your face."
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And then one day he did, when Corey was twelve, and Marky was seven. He made
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Mark watch. Made the little puke feel _special_, and made Corey feel even
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worse.
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The first time. Corey remembered the first time. He saw the look in
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Aaron's face, that weird crooked grin. Remembered how he tried to run, knew it
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was coming. Aaron had been talking obsessively about packing his tool up
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Corey's skinny ass for days, and somehow Corey knew he really meant it this
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time. Aaron was so fast, it was like he was that superhero "Elastic Man." His
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arm stretched across the room and grabbed Corey by the back of the neck and
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threw him face down over the coffee table.
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Aaron _laughed_ at him, as Corey shrieked and cursed. He switched to
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begging and pleading; then Aaron got Marky to pull Corey's pants down. He
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remembered Marky laughing too. High-pitched, convulsive laughter. So long
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ago, but he could still hear that laughter.
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"Watch this, buddy, I'm gonna fuck your ugly brother's ugly ass!" Aaron
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boasted. And then he did.
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Sometimes he made himself crazy, groping his memory for the rest of that
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afternoon after the initial horrible, excruciating pain when Aaron rammed his
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cock into him but he couldn't remember anything. Did his parents come home
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from work? Did he eat dinner? When did he go to bed? The next thing he
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remembered was getting up in the middle of the night with all the blood in his
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underwear. Being so scared of his mother finding the underwear, because if his
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father found out... Corey was sure he would get beaten bad enough to need to go
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to the hospital. Like the time in kindergarten when he told the teacher to
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suck his dick, after she told him to stand in the corner for talking out of
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turn. He "fell out of a tree," that time. His father would kill him if he
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knew he was getting fucked up the ass, the way he was always ranting about the
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goddamn faggots trying to take over.
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He remembered that Aaron didn't bug him or Mark for almost a month after
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the first time. But then one day, it was back to the same old routine.
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"Looks like Corey needs another butt-fucking; whatta you say, Buddy?"
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Aaron rubbed the small head bobbing between his legs.
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"Yeah, fuck his ugly butt, it's prettier than his face," Marky giggled
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around a mouthful of hard dick. The two of them howled at how clever Marky
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was, using Aaron's favorite expression.
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Once or twice a week, after that. Maybe it was better than sucking dick
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all the time. Marky had to suck dick every day, but Marky didn't seem to mind.
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It wasn't tearing up Marky's asshole and making it hurt when he crapped. Once,
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in the middle of the night, Corey crawled into Marky's bed and forced him to
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take a dick up his baby ass. Even though Corey threatened to kill Marky if he
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told anyone, Marky was smart enough to know he could just tell Aaron and Aaron
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would take care of it. And Aaron did. Corey couldn't even get near that
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memory; he didn't even want to try.
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But then there was that day when Aaron got a new idea... he only got one
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once a year. Corey remembered that day very well. Aaron held Corey down so
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Marky could stick his hard little baby dick up Corey's ass.
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It didn't _hurt_; it wasn't hardly bigger than a man's finger. His little
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brother's dick, up his ass. Too much. Too goddamn much.
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Corey was kind of proud, really. Forty-seven stab wounds between them.
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The blood was everywhere. He'd stabbed the little fucker with a butcher knife.
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In the back... jabjab to the kidneys when Marky was giving Aaron head, after
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fucking his big brother. Jabjab quick in Aaron's belly, over Marky's head,
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hard, lots of muscle. Marky went down easy, but Aaron was strong: even holding
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his gut together, he tried to act offensively.
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"Gimme the knife goddamnit you little fuckwad!"
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Corey rushed him. Stabbed him in the groin, jabjabjab, extra quick. The
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fucker fell to his knees and he stabbed him in the back as he fell forward.
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Kicked him in the butt, stabbed him through his sweatpants, fucked him with the
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butcher knife. Did he scream? Corey couldn't remember that part.
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Stabbed his little brother a dozen more times, just to be sure. Cut off
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his little dick and shoved it down his throat. Made him suck his own goddamn
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dick. A few more stabs in the chest for both of them, just to be safe. A
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strange exhilarating feeling enthralled him as he pounded the knife down.
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Overhand two-fisted strokes. Warm blood splashed his t-shirt, his face.
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He remembered he had dropped the butcher knife and casually walked the few
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blocks to the park. Down to the river to watch the ducks. He wasn't crazy.
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They deserved it.
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Corey lay on his side in bed watching Wolf rape Joey's pretty little ass.
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Juvenile cries of pain and humiliation not-quite-drowned in the pillow his face
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was smashed into. Corey imagined it was him on top of Marky as he humped his
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fist, forgetting to pretend he wasn't really watching.
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"Hey Fug," Wolf whispered, scaring Corey half-soft. That was him,
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"Fugly," "Fuckin' Ugly."
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Corey stared at Wolf through the darkness.
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"You want seconds?" Wolf whispered. He grinned at Corey through the
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darkness, kneeling between the metal beds. Glancing meaningfully at Joey's
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exposed buttocks. "I seen you watching me the last couple nights. I don't
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mind, I like an audience." He moved to creep back to his bed on the far side
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of the dormitory. "Tell him if he squeals on you he'll have to deal with me."
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Corey lay on his side for a while, breathing raggedly, his cock pulsing in
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his hand. Staring at the boy lying in the bunk next to his with shoulders
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shaking, sobbing silently. Staying low to the ground, Corey crept between the
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beds and crawled up on top of Joey. He pulled his hard, thin cock out of his
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underwear. His dick jumped as Joey let out a startled "No!" An unbearable
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excitement rising in the pit of Corey's groin as he felt the boy, only slightly
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smaller than himself. Joey tensed, spasms of fear riding up and down his body
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in waves.
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Corey thrust his cock deep into the boy's cum-wet asshole, thrilled at the
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boy's gasps of displeasure. He felt the rectum clutch instinctively, trying to
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expel his intruding dick.
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"Tell on me and I'll cut you like I cut my little brother," he threatened.
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He knew they'd all heard his story, but he didn't know if they believed it or
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not. He knew they only left him alone because he was too ugly to fuck and
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didn't have anything worth stealing.
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Well they'd know better now. He lay on top of the crying boy and he
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fucked Joey's ass. Fucked him hard, fucked him deep. He _wanted_ them to hear
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the bed creak, wanted them to hear the escaping gasps of pain from Joey.
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Wanted them all to know it was him, Fug, doing the fucking now.
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Not too ugly to do the fucking.
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Not _too_ ugly.
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/ \ .-. ((___)) .-. / \
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/ \ / \ .-. [ x x ] .-. / \ / \
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-/-------\-------/-----\-----/---\--\ /--/---\-----/-----\-------/-------\-
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/ \ / \ / `-(' ')-' \ / \ / \
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WORLDWIDE \ / `-' (U) `-' \ / WORLDWIDE
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`-' .ooM `-' _
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Oooo / ) __
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/)(\ ( \ Copyright (c)1996 Mark E. Dassad / ( /\
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\__/ ) / All rights reserved. Award-winning CULT OF THE DEAD COW \ ) \)(/
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(_/ is published by cDc communications, P.O. Box 53011, oooO _
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oooO Lubbock, TX, 79453, US of A. Edited by Swamp Ratte'. __ ( \
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\ ( \__/ Save yourself! Go outside! Do something! \)(/ ( /
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\_) "THE COW WALKS AMONGST US" Oooo
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