I was scared. But I got down, my knees between Jimmy’s, and pulled his fly open. There was blood on his pants; it had run down from his shirt. I took out Jimmy’s limp cock; as soon as I put my mouth around it, I felt Hogg’s bare foot on the back of my neck; he mashed my face against Jimmy’s fly. The zipper on one side scratched my cheek. The limp cock folded inside my mouth.

I could hear Nigg and Dago and Denny coming up.

“Just keep on suckin’, boy! Just keep on suckin’ that dick! You really gonna like this, cocksucker …”

Jimmy’s next “Uhhhh …” was muffled. His legs moved, suddenly, like he was struggling. I twisted, still under Hogg’s foot, to see. Hogg was wedging the gun barrel into Jimmy’s mouth. Jimmy was pushing at it with one hand and the “Uhhhh …” was a single sound now that kept going on.

I could feel Hogg laugh through his foot on my neck. Then: three sounds at once—Crack! and I nearly bit his cock off, and hurt my neck jerking against Hogg’s heel; splat! and a sort of spludge! Jimmy shook once. My mouth filled with piss.

I didn’t know it was going to happen, though; and I gagged. Piss came out my nose and stung.

“Drink that stuff up, boy. You don’t get a chance to get it like that too often. Drink it, boy. Drink it.” Hogg chuckled; I could feel it in his foot and hear it. “A motherfucker’ll piss every time if you shoot ’im in the head.”

I coughed, lost the spurting flesh.

“Come on, come on, cocksucker! Don’t waste it! Get it back in there!” So I pushed it back in my mouth; I tried to drink, got a lot, but lost a lot too. The night gravel was chilly to kneel on. It dug into my knees.

“Jesus Christ …” Denny said. “I mean … Oh, wow!”

Hogg let his foot up a little off my neck. “You finished?”

I nodded. At which point the urine actually did run out. I coughed again and got my breath. I couldn’t even see because my eyes had teared up so bad when I couldn’t breathe. I blinked and sat back. My whole shirt was hot and wet. Piss was running down my chest and the inside of my left sleeve. I rubbed my knuckles across my eyes.

Jimmy’s chin was there. And something that might have been an ear, or might have been something just torn off his jaw. Then there was a mess with some hair one side of it. I didn’t see any teeth at all, bottom or top. Blood had spurted around five and six feet.

“Christ, Hogg!” Denny said. “I mean, goddamn …!” Denny’s cock was still out his fly. But only half hard. His shoulders were scrunched up, and he kept moving his hands around on his leg a little jerkily. “I mean, the way you just … I mean, like that with the bastard … What did you …?”