Novotny/Bruckner household… Early morning…
Michael Novotny, whimpy bottom boy, owner of YN Comics was arousing for the day. His muscled, well-built lover, Professor Bruckner was dressing nearby.
“What time is it?” Michael asked sleepily, rubbing his eyes.
“5:30,” the handsome studly man answered.
“It’s early,” Michael said casually.
“Yeah, class is at eight,” Ben agreed, grabbing his gym bag and heading toward the door.
“Come back here,” Michael demanded as sexily as he could. “Just for a minute.” He outstretched his arms, awaiting his lover’s toned body.
The professor grumbled but relented and sat down on the bed.
“I thought we could…” Michael hinted seductively, looking at his lover’s groin.
“Uh I wanted to hit the gym before class,” Ben responded, not really in the mood. He hadn’t been in the mood a lot lately.
“There’s time,” Michael suggested. “I was hoping you could help me make a little cup o’ love.”
Ben smiled down at his horny little man but he still wasn’t in the mood. “Maybe later,” he offered before kissing Michael sweetly on the lips.
Michael, not one to ever get a clue about what might be bugging his lover until it was too late, kept begging for some attention. “Oh come on, you’re so hot, it won’t take me very long.” Then he mistakenly adds, “It’s important that I get it to Mel and Linds as soon as possible.”
Not a wise thing to say under the circumstances. This sparked just a hint of jealousy. See, the mild mannered Professor had had a terrible accident one day 5 years back, or maybe it was 3 years ago… Anyway, a semi-truck carrying a herd of swine skidded on the wet pavement and slammed into his bicycle. He went flying through the air and landed in the middle of the herd, where they nipped and sucked and licked all over his body. When he came too in the hospital, he was told that he’d been infected with the deadly swine disease and could never have children. Michael knew this. But being clueless and selfish, he didn’t understand why, him having a child was not as an enjoyable thing to Ben as it was to him.
Professor Bruckner had been doing some research and had learned that if he worked out hard, toned his body and got as strong as possible, he could fight off the nasty effects of the deadly swine disease. It was important to him, in order to live. Michael couldn’t understand this need of Ben’s either. They had each other now; it didn’t matter if it was only temporary. Temporary was all Michael wanted.
“It’s important that I get to the gym as soon as possible. ‘kay I have to go… now!” And with a disgusted and disappointed look on his face, Ben turned to leave.
Michael, never one to put anyone else’s needs above his own, had other plans. He wanted sex right then and there and he wasn’t going to take no for an answer.
“Come on, you big stud. Take me to bed or lose me forever,” Michael purred throwing the covers back and exposing his … um… his… well, his body.
“I said NO, Michael!” Ben barked, clearly getting upset that his lover could be so selfish.
“Beeeennnnn!” Michael whined.
The shrill of his voice sent a shock wave of sounds through the mild manner professor’s eardrum and ignited a change from deep within. His eyes darkened and his eyelashes grew. His muscles flexed and little hairs grew out of his chin. His nose flattened and pushed out, dripping with a clear mucus-y substance. He snorted as he kicked the bedroom door closed with his foot and tossed his gym bag aside. The strength behind the toss sent the bag sailing through the air at least fifteen feet before hitting the dresser mirror and shattering it into a million pieces.
Michael’s eyes widen and his eyebrows went up in search of his hairline. “Ben?” he asked timidly and confused.
The man in front of him, who was looking more like an unknown creature by the second, snorted again then backhanded him across the face. A crack echoed inside Michael’s head as he toppled over the bed and onto the floor. Michael screamed out in pain as the blood began dribbling out his broken nose.
“You wanna fuck? Is that it? Well, I’d be happy to accommodate your needs since it seems that’s the only reason why I’m here. To make you happy,” the crazed man yelled at him. He grabbed Michael by the hair, lifted him off the floor with great ease and slammed him down on the bed. “Come here!!!”
“Stop! You’re hurting me,” Michael whimpered.
“Shut the fuck up, you whiney little shit,” Ben barked. He flipped Michael over by the ankles and roughly pulled on his underwear with one hand while holding him in place with the other. Michael’s hips jerked and his balls burned from the friction of the cotton fabric ripping and shredding against the sensitive skin of his scrotum. It felt someone had ripped out one of his balls.
Michael struggled, twisting and turning his body to get free. The madman’s grip was so tight on his arms that his fingers were going numb from lack of circulation.
“Ben, please. I love you. Don’t do this,” Michael begged in a last ditch effort to bring back the Zen-Ben that he loved and adored.
“I said shut up. You wanted it so you’ll take it like a man and you’re gonna fucking love every minute of it.”
Ben put his knee in the middle of Michael’s back as he worked himself out of his own pants. Once they were tossed free, he straddled Michael’s thighs and forced his ass in the air. “I’m gonna fuck that ass so hard you’ll feel it for weeks to come.” He smacked his ass hard then grunted and snorted and smacked it again.
Tears formed in Michael’s eyes and there was nothing he could do to stop the attack. His ass was on fire, the blood from his broken nose was running down the back of his throat causing him to choke and gasp and gag.
Ben did not respond to Michael’s suffering… he was not himself… he was Juice Pig, the animal, the creation in Michael’s comic book. Why oh why had he created such a monster? Why oh why had he betrayed Justin before he made those changes so Juice Pig wasn’t so mean and scary. Then Michael remembered the secret.
“Ben, let me suck your dick. Please. Mmmm, I want to give you the best blowjob of your life. Please, let me suck you,” Michael pleaded and pleaded trying his best to be seductive and sexy while in enormous pain. If he could get his mouth on Ben’s dick, he could weaken Juice Pig and Ben would change back and this would be all over before anything worse happened.
“Fuck you, Michael. You wanted to get fucked so getting fucked is what you’re going to get. How are you supposed to make a ‘cup ‘o love’ you stupid shit, if you suck me off?”
Michael started to protest but Ben punched him in the face to quiet him.
Ben pulled Michael’s hips up so his ass was in the air. He spread the ass cheeks that were in front of him and began gnawing and biting at the knot of flesh. Michael screamed in agony. Juice Pig punched him again. Michael became whoozy and dizzy and his body went limp, giving up the fight and just wanting it to end.
Juice Pig removed his snout from Michael’s ass, lifted up on his knees, took aim and slammed into him in one big swoosh, impaling Michael’s tight little ass with his big, swollen and angry pork dick. The air blew out of Michael’s lungs as a scream escaped from his throat. Ben gripped his neck and squeezed.
Michael almost passed out but suddenly a thought occurred to him and panic took over.
“OMG! Ben! Condom!” and he began to cry.
“Condoms!?!” Ben hackled like a mad scientist. “You wanna have a baby? This is how you do it, you stupid idiot!” He slammed and rammed his cock up his ass, pummeling it hard and fast.
“No, Ben, I’m not a girl. I can’t get pregnant. Oh god, its hurts. Please stop!”
Ben just laughed and fucked him harder. The rough pulling and tugging on his battered hole started to ease up and it began to feel rather slippery. Panic overtook him again and Michael freaked, struggling harder to get away.
“OMG! BEN!!! Please tell me, I’m not bleeding!!!” Michael reached his hand between his legs and pulled it back out. It was wet, warm, and bright red. “OMG! There’s bl… there’s bl…!” Michael couldn’t say the word. He began to cry harder so Ben punched him again.
“Ah, blood, Michael. It’s called blood. The fluid of life. Or death in my case. Oh yeah, there’s blood everywhere. It’s beautiful man. Just beautiful,” Juice Pig crooned in between snorts.
Michael continued to cry as Ben’s hands roamed all over his body and between his legs.
“Now you’ll know. You’ll know what it’s like. I can’t wait to share this with you,” he cackled evilly then rubbed his wet snotty snout over Michael’s back leaving a trail of shiny slime. He leaned over and sniffed his hair.
The mad and crazed man slammed into him hard and rough a few more times before his snorts and grunts turned to howls and he was cumming and cumming. Cumming so much it oozed out, mixed with the blood and ran down Michael’s legs. With so much blood and so much cum and so many tears, the mattress was literally drenched.
Ben pulled out and plopped down on the bed beside his sniveling lover. His loud snorts turning to softer sounding chortles. He heard Michael whimpering and turned to look at him, his face was buried in the soaked mattress.
“Look at me, you fucking piece of shit!” he demanded.
Michael didn’t move. Too scared. Too sore. Too much in shock.
“I said look at me!!” Ben yelled then flipped Michael over onto his back, smiling at the sideways nostrils and blood-stained tear-streaks drying on his cheeks. Michael’s eyes were swollen and shut. Ben slapped him across the face. “Open your eyes, damn it! I want you to see your blood all over my body! My perfectly sculpted body! It’s all for you, baby.”
Michael blinked tiny blinks and moaned as he tried to open his eyes. He was horrified at what he saw. Ben looked like a psycho and was covered in blood from head to toe. It was plastered in his hair. He looked like he had taken a bath in it. He was rubbing his hands all over his chest, smearing more of the blood, rubbing it into his skin.
“Ben? I love you.” Michael whispered still trying to snap him out of it and bring his mild mannered professor back to him.
“Fuck you Michael,” he said slapping him across the face one more time before bolting off the bed and out of the bedroom. Michael heard the shower turn on then slowly drifted into darkness.
Later that same morning…
Michael awoke to silence. He called out for Ben but got no answer. His whole body ached and when he tried to move, he realized his skin was stuck to the sheets because of the dried semen and blood and pig snot. His ass was still wet and he felt dribbles oozing down his ass cheeks. He knew he was still bleeding... profusely, obviously. He was so weak from the loss of blood.
He peeled himself from the crusty bed coverings and rolled onto the floor with a thud. He screamed from the pain. Taking several deep breaths, he made his way slowly, inch by inch, across the floor to the phone. He grabbed the cord pulling the phone down onto the floor beside him. He rolled onto his side and dialed the numbers tentatively, his fingers shaking with every movement.
He called the one person who he knew had always been there for him. Always had. Always would. The one person who would never let him down. Never had. Never would.
His bestest friend in the whole wide world… Brian Kinney, successful advertising executive by day, gay avenger by night.
Meanwhile…
Across town in an abandoned bathhouse a meeting was taking place in the old orgy room that now served as a conference room for Kinnetik, Inc., Brian Kinney’s new advertising firm.
***ring-a-ling***
Cynthia, blond bombshell, short skirt, excused herself from the meeting to answer the phone. “Kinnetik, Inc. No Bullshit Advertising. How can I help you?”
“Hello? Cynthia?” Michael whispered into the receiver, barely able to talk. “It’s Michael. I need to speak to Brian.” Michael coughed and blood sprayed from the back of his throat onto the leg of the desk.
“Oh hi, Michael. You sound like shit. He’s in a meeting,” Cynthia said matter of factly.
“I really need to talk to him.” Michael coughed again then moaned as he winced in pain. “It’s important.”
“I’ll see if he’ll talk your call. Hold on.”
There was a long silence and Michael thought he might pass out while he waited for his savior to pick up the phone.
Brian, looking stunning in a pin-striped suit, picked up the phone… more than a little perturbed at the interruption. “What is it Michael? Cynthia told you that I was in a meeting.”
“I need your help.” Michael gasped in pain.
“So what else is new Mikey?” Brian asked, brushing some imaginary lint off his silk Prada tie. Did I mention that he looked stunning?
“No, it’s for real this time. Ben turned into the animal from my comic book, Juice Pig, and he raped me. There’s blood everywhere, Brian. Oh God, and he didn’t use a condom. I need to go to the hospital. I think I’m dying.” Michael began to cry again.
“Always overly dramatic, aren’t you? You should really try to be more like your poor old Uncle Vic. Rest his soul. And less like your mother,” Brian mused. He grumbled something under his breath that sounded an awful like ‘shithead’.
“I can’t help it. I’m half drag queen, remember?”
“Call 911 Michael, I’m busy,” Brian said, rolling his eyes in Ted’s direction.
“Brian, please!” Michael pleaded.
“I’m not sure how this affect’s me Michael. How am I supposed to feel about your situation?” Brian asked.
“You’re not supposed to feel anything. It’s about me and my needs.” Michael coughed again. Blood oozed from his mouth and slid down his cheek.
“Again, I ask you. What else is new, Mikey? It’s always about you. Isn’t it? Me. Me. Me.”
“Briiiiaaaannnn!!!” Michael whined using all the strength he could muster.
“You know I hate it when you whine.”
“I can’t help it. I’m half Italian, remember?”
The pool of blood around Michael’s body inched its way across the floor, staining the carpet before disappearing under the sofa. Michael gasped for air.
“Whatever. Look Mikey, I’d love to sit and chat but I have a company to run here.”
“Brian, please.”
“Brian please, what?” Brian was getting impatient.
“I need you…” Michael choked. “…to help me.”
“We all have needs Mikey. I need to get back to my meeting for instance. I’m not sure what you want me to say. You write the words for Rage. Tell me. In the issue, what should I say to make little Zephyr feel better?”
“You should say, ‘I’ll be right there’!” Michael drew his knees up to his body and grimaced as he hugged himself, trying to forget the insurmountable pain.
“I’ll be right there,” Brian answered blasé.
“You will? Oh, thank god!”
“No.”
“Briiiiiiaaaaannnn! You have to! I’m bleeding and I’m pretty sure I’m dying.” Michael gagged and swallowed some mucus draining from his broken nose.
“Michael, I can’t.”
“You can’t? Why not? I’m your best friend, Brian!”
“Look Mikey… you only write the words in the little bubbles. If you want Rage to actually do anything, you need an artist to draw it. So see? You don’t need me. You need…” Brian waited. No response came. “Come on, Mikey. You’re not that stupid. Let’s hear you say it. You need… One word Mikey. Come on. Who is it?”
“Justin,” Michael sighed and wailed as a sharp stabbing pain shot through his body.
“That’s right. You need Justin. And well… you pretty much fucked that up didn’t you?” Brian looked over at Ted and shook his head with a smile. Ted laughed and shook his head too.
“So you’re not coming?” Michael asked defeated.
“I’m just a character you created for your own amusement, Michael. Not much I can do without Justin. Don’t you know that by now?”
“Brian, I’m your best friend. You have to help me.” Michael cried into the phone. Sniffling.
“I told you, I can’t. If Zephyr wants Rage to swoop in at the last minute and save the day, Mikey, I suggest you make nice with blond boy. And if you’re really dying, I’d do it quickly.”
“I can’t believe this,” Michael whimpered and coughed again.
“We are what we make of ourselves, Mikey. Have I taught you nothing? By the way, that’s a nasty sounding cough. You should have it checked out by a doctor; it could be cancerous. Bye Mikey.
Michael heard the click on the other end of the receiver and he knew his best friend had moved on with his life. There was only one thing he could do now. One person who could make Rage appear to save him.
Justin.
One and a half minutes later…
High above the city, a young blond boy artist sat behind a specialized computer inside Rage’s lair… also known as Brian’s Loft. He was drawing pictures that looked like Michael talking on the phone, lying on the floor and covered in blood.
***ring-a-ling***
“Justin,” the blond boy said answering the phone.
“Hello? Justin?” Michael rasped.
“What? You asshole,” Justin barked. Clearly he was still a tad miffed about the betrayal.
“I deserved that,” Michael admitted.
“Of course, you did. What the fuck do you want, Michael?”
“I have an idea for Rage,” Michael said weakly. He was losing blood fast and getting weaker by the second.
Justin laughed a hearty, from the gut, laugh. “Are you insane, Michael? Wait, don’t answer that. You’re a fucking lunatic, is what you are, Michael. Do you really think that I have any interest whatsoever in your stupid comic book… or you for that matter? Don’t call here again.” Justin started to hang up the phone not wanting anything to do with the whimpy bottom boy, Michael.
“Wait.”
“What? You asshole.”
“I deserved that.”
“We’ve established that and you’re wasting my time.”
“I’m sorry Justin. I really am.” Michael coughed and moaned in pain as he rolled onto his other side.
“What are you sorry for? For telling me to just disappear? For wishing me dead? For fucking me over with Brian? What? What are you sorry for, Michael? This I gotta hear,” Justin asked angrily.
“All of it. I’m so sorry for everything.” Michael started to cry again. “Now will you just draw one more Rage? Please?”
“Yeah well, sorry’s bullshit, Michael. Has Brian taught you nothing?”
Michael grimaced. Sounds like Brian taught blond boy a few things.
“He’s taught me about one thing.”
“What’s that?” Justin asked, his curiosity peaked.
“He taught me about what it really means to be loved and to love someone.” Michael heard Justin laugh on the other end of the phone but he continued. This was his life and he wasn’t giving up. He would grovel if he had to. He deserved to have to. “And you know why?”
“Because he loves you more than me?” Justin laughed again. “Get over yourself. You’re so pathetic.”
Yes, it appeared Brian had taught the boy a few things.
“No. Because of you, Justin.” Michael gasped for air before he continued. “He taught me about a love that transcends pain and illness and needs and desires and money and success. A love that’s bigger than all those things. All because of you. It was you, Justin Taylor. You are the best thing in the world for Brian. He needs you. He wants you. You saved his life. You saved his soul from a very dark place.” Michael took a deep breath and waited.
“That’s better. Keep talking,” Justin said, cleaning out from underneath his fingernails.
Michael coughed and choked and gagged. “You’re perfect for him. If there’d been no Justin, there’d be no Brian as everyone knows him today. He’s a better man because of you. You’re beautiful, smart, sexy, great ass.” On the other end of the phone Justin was smiling. “You’re all the things that I could never be to him.” Michael panted, out of breath from all he had to say.
There was silence. Then. “So what’s the idea?”
“Oh thank god,” Michael said in relief. “Juice Pig raped Zephyr while still a little pink in the center and he may have infected him with the deadly rickets.”
“Gee, where’d you come up with that one?” Justin furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at his drawing on the computer.
“It just came to me. Anyway… Zephyr is bleeding and slowly dying. He can feel the life leaving his body. He needs help right away. Rage shows up at the last minute to save him.” Michael closed his eyes. Exhausted and worn out. The pain was dissipating. He was becoming numb.
“Of course. Rage always has to save Zephyr,” Justin said sarcastically.
“Yeah, I know. He’s Zephyr’s best friend.” Michael whimpered.
“And JT always has to save Rage. It’s never Zephyr. Why do you think that is Michael?” Justin asked.
“Because Zephyr is a selfish asshole that only thinks about himself.”
“Hmmm. I think you’re right.”
“Maybe for the next issue, we’ll write him differently. You know, make him ‘come of age’.” Michael sighed. The air tickled his blood-drenched throat and made him cough some more.
“Well you write the words Michael so I guess that’s up to you... if you really mean it.”
“Yeah, I mean it. I’ll start working on it right away. But we should do this other one first.” Michael’s cough started to get really bad. He double up in pain again. More mucus oozed out of his mouth, but now it was getting blackish in color. Michael was getting scared. He didn’t want to die. His heart rate sped up. “So when can you have the drawing done? It’s urgent.” He coughed up more black gunk.
“Probably not for a week or so. I’m really busy at school and Brian doesn’t like it when I neglect my studies. Plus I picked up a few extra shifts at the diner. You know, since Vic died and your mom joined that pottery class with Lindsay. Have you seen the shit she’s been making? It’s horrid.” Justin laughed remembering the lopsided ashtray that Deb had shown him.
“Um, no I haven’t seen it,” Michael cried and whimpered.
“Well, anyway. I have lots to do. So, next week sometime. But I’ll do it. It actually sounds a lot like one that I was fiddling with today but I never got to the whole Rage rescue part. It’s always so predictable, you know?”
“Justin… NO! I want this now! I need this now! I have to have this done now!”
Justin shook his head in disgust. “That’s right… it’s all about you, Michael. Geez, I should have known. You haven’t changed one bit. Bye, Michael.”
“NO! WAIT! It’s different this time! This is serious! I’m dying! You have to help me!” Michael wailed into the phone.
Justin huffed. “And Brian thinks I’m a drama queen! Later, Michael.”
“Oh God! JUSSSSSSTIIIIINNNNNN!!! NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!” Michael screamed out, but no one heard him, Justin had already hung up.
Justin scribbled over his work on the computer screen and clicked on the little red box with the X in it to close the file. A box appeared in the center of the screen. ‘Would you like to save your work?’ He picked the phone back up to call Brian so he could meet him for lunch. They had a date for some serious fucking and sucking. Justin clicked on the little box that said, ‘No’.
As the file closed without being saved, Michael gasped and choked, struggling to take his last breath, but it was too late. The program had disappeared and along with it, all hope of Rage coming Zephyr’s aid. Completely unaware of what he’d done, Justin grabbed his keys and headed out the door with a huge smile on his face. Brian awaited him.
