NOBODY KNOWS…

By

Granville Johnson

Part 1

SQUEAK… “Shit!” Hissed Don Juan.

“Damn door, I’ve got t’get it fixed.”

It would be just my luck if Al or little Mike had to make an untimely trip to the can. Worst yet, if Sevin awoke, that is, before I wanted him to. Though in due course, he’ll awaken. But by then it will be too late, far too late.

Don Juan crossed the darkened room silently sweating in eager anticipation, his mouth watering ever so deliciously for brown sugar. Sweet- meat…so close…his for the taking. A pasty thickness filled his throat. Swallowing became difficult.

“Irene, thank you.” He whispered under his breath as his thoughts revisited his cousin’s unfortunate flare-up and abrupt hospitalization. He was familiar, from experience, with the acute pain and possibly life threatening reality of a bleeding Peptic Ulcer.

A steady diet of worry, about her boys mostly, will do that to a body.

Don Juan was more than happy to rush his sadly overwrought First Cousin to Cook County’s Emergency Ward.

Chuckling quietly, he replayed her parting words.

“ DJ, please take care of my kids for me…ahhh” A white-hot bolt of pain claimed her breath. Irene, now reduced to a fetal ball of searing pain and sweating profusely, gripped the gurney’s side rail with shaking hands and continued to voice her concern. “Especially Sevin lately he’s been acting up so… Lord… I wish I knew what was wrong with my baby. He… does worry me so… Ahhh… Sweet Jesus help me!”

“Don’t worry Irene, I’ll take real good care of them.” His fervent promise… “You can trust me Cous. You’ll be home as soon as this passes…in a day or two.”

“Good care indeed…” greed dripping from his tone. “Especially Sevin...” he growled, a low rumble, within the darkness. “Come here boy. Now, we know your sweet ass is mine.”

At puberty’s threshold, gifted and talented far beyond his or his loving family’s awareness or comprehension, Sevin was a ‘too-beautiful’ child. Small for his age, his lithe muscularity rippled beneath satiny silken skin of rich cocoa-brown. Soft large black eyes radiated compassion, faith and eager intelligence. Having his mother’s eyes, he was thought , by critics, to be too vulnerable, attractive, alluring, even feminine, to be a boy child.

The same was often said about his mouth: his lips, a sienna fullness, made for kissing. An expressive pout reflecting deep-dreamer thoughts would, in a giggle’s instant, caress a brilliant ivory-white toothsome smile.

Common family opinion was that Sevin was too pretty, perhaps too smart or just too different for his own good.

“Easy now… easy”, thought Don Juan.

The pale grey sheet rose and fell softly amid the deep night shadows. It did not take long for Don Juan to remove the cotton barrier. Neither did the boy’s pajama pants pose a problem.

“My, my what do we have here? I see from the trail of sticky dick drool, that you have discovered how much fun your new toy can be. You could have waited for me, to have some real fun. Oh well, never too late to have a good time.” Don Juan could not help but wonder if the boy’s bedtime fantasies had been about him. He liked to imagine that they were, as he deftly kissed, licked, caressed, and possessed his prize.

“Uuhhh…aahhh…ooohh…Wha… What?!” Mumbled the young boy.

“DJ… what are doing?!! Noooo…!!!” Sevin cried in growing awareness.

“Please stop! Let go… Get off… Please don’t… Stop!!!”

Full-blooded lips between clenched teeth gave salted pungency to Sevin’s mounting hysteria.

“Does it feel good Sevin? Hmmmmmm… You know I can’t stop now. And I know you like it. You like it a lot. If you don’t you have a funny way of showing it. A minute ago you were moaning and groaning about how much you liked what I was doing. So why don’t you just lay back, relax, and let me finish what we started. Remember, we don’t want to wake your little brothers, now… Do we?”

Sevin tried his best to roll over and away from this nightmare.

Don Juan was a brick-wall of a man, wide, square, and low to the ground. His movements often reminded Sevin of a battle tank lumbering over rough ground. Yet he had the reflex quickness of a big jungle cat at feeding time, with temperament to match. And like a big cat, Don Juan was always hungry for something.

The predator was well prepared.

By simply shifting his prodigious weight and tightening his grip slightly, he inflicted a clear warning to the boy that escape was unlikely, resistance impossible, and disclosure dangerous.

Don Juan’s bobbing jowls and vacuous suction never paused a stroke in his slobbering rhythm.

Despite his cold fear and revulsion, Sevin’s body, still responsive to the residual heat of another of the erotic dreams that had begun recently to plague his sleep most nights, was resonating… yes.

The horror continued unabated.

Sevin was no longer sure of which he despised more: DJ, this monster that has invaded, raped, used, and now controlled his life, or himself for seeming to enjoy, even relish this hell.

In the end, it didn’t matter, only the heat mattered: the burning exquisite all-consuming fire flowing, careening, and climbing toward sweet release.

With release came the tears: enough tears to drown in, enough to die in. Though merciful death didn’t come, only derisive laughter ringing in his ears. Don Juan’s laughter, “Young fool what are you bawling about? You had a good time didn’t you? Or was that my imagination that just slid down the back of my throat, hot and salty? Beats the hell out of your stupid wet dreams. Can’t you handle the real thing?”

“Speaking of which, it’s my turn. Come here and help me out. As you can see, I’m rock hard. If I don’t get off soon I’m gonna bust. Come on Sevin. I was very nice to you.”

“That’s it…. Watch your teeth… Yeaah...!”

The horror began again.

Only this time the invasion was even more intimate. Don Juan’s overwhelming stench filled his senses, blotting out all thought, all feeling, except the shame and the pain. He was a sex toy attached to this thing. There was no heat, no place to hide from the bitter sense of rightful punishment for his pernicious lust.

Sevin prayed, a child’s prayer.

“Forgive me Father, for I have sinned… and sinned… and sinned… sinned… sinned… sinn… sin…sin…si… si…”

“AAAAhhhh… Yesssss… baby… yessssss!!!!”

“Good boy! God… you suck cock fine! I knew you had it in you. But you never give me a chance to really to enjoy it. You’re just too hot for me. How about a kiss to seal our little secret baby? Tears again… Damn! Don’t awaken your brothers Sevin. Look you do what you have to do to feel better. Tomorrow I’ll take you all out for breakfast, that is, if you keep our secret and cooperate. Okay? Okay?!

“Please leave me alone.”

“Sure, see you in the morning.”

Sevin cried for his Mother, his brothers. He cried for the Father he never had. Silent sobs wrung his body as he pleaded for death anew. The searing pain wrought spasms of living terror hounded him… down… down into a bottomless black chasm of oblivion.