Jimmy lay on his face, trying to push himself up, going: “Uhhhhh … Uhhhh … Uhhhhh … Uhhhh.…” Blood wet the gravel on the road’s shoulder, spread to the asphalt, and began running left and right like a T, until at one point it started to roll across the topping, so that it was spreading out now in three directions.

With his shoe under Jimmy’s hip, Hogg rolled him onto his back.

Jimmy’s hand clawed up gravel and flopped out.

“Uhhhhh … Uhhhh.…”

Hogg pushed my shoulder. “Go on, cocksucker! Get that fuckin’ dick out of his pants and start suckin’!” He had a funny grin in his voice.

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?”