The Smoke

He stepped out into  the alley . He’d just wanted  a last smoke, and a moment alone. He was thinking of his bride, the wedding,the dance. Right now she was with her family. Shortly they’d be changing to their going away clothes. The last hoorah. He’d needed a cigarette, and a moment alone.

The two men saw him. Standing there alone.

‘Mick, look.’ Raj said to his mate.

Mick, smiling, nodding to his friend,  was already pulling out the short bat he favoured.They walked the very short distance down the dark alley as if they were going to the light beyond. Mick had his bat tucked up his sleeve. Raj had a knife he’d only use if needed. Neither liked when things got bloody.

The groom was savouring the last of  his smoke watching the rings rise in the air , looking above to the  dim new moon in the oily black sky. He only heard the men approaching.and ignored them, lost in his revelry. He took that last drag on his cigarette, prepared to stub it out before turning to return. His mind was on the white gowned goddess who was now his wife when blackness fell. 

Mick struck the groom on the side of his head behind the right ear. Years ago Mick had practiced with his bat hitting cantaloupes and coconuts to improve his aim and get a feel for the thing. Over time he’d become adept and experienced. He took pride in his skill and trade.

The groom fell in a heap to the dirty soiled alley pavement. 

Raj was on him in a second

“ Mick, I’ve got his wallet, lets go!”

Mick was  standing there looking at his partner who was fishing through the tuxedo of the groom and slipping the smart watch from his wrist. Mick eyed the groom’s  beardless face and slim athletic body.

“I fancy him, Raj.”

“Not again.”

“Yes again”

Raj furtively looked about  spying  the space behind the dumpster.

“Alright then help me pull him over there,”

Together they dragged the groom behind the dumpster. Raj used his knife now to cut open the pants. He slipped off the shoes then pulled down the pants and white underwear leaving them all in a pile to the side. He stood back for Mick.The groom lay face down, his ass  gleaming white  in the soft neon light  from the distant street.

Mick unzippered his black trousers and pulled out his  massive cock. He always seemed to get hard these days when he did a job. Tonight he was particularly aroused. The grooms tuxedo, the musky cologne, the smooth shaved face.

He kneeled down, then lay full  on top of the groom, positioning  himself on the young man beneath him. He didn’t even bother using his hand to direct the thing. He rammed it in. The tight dry hole tore open for his manhood. The soft body jerked in unconscious revolt. With a couple of thrusts Mick  came almost immediately dumping his pile  into the hot ass with a grunt of animal satisfaction. He withdrew and standing placed  his spent thing into his trousers a zippering up. He didn’t wear underwear. They  slowed him down, he said.

He kicked the groom in the head before joining Raj who had stood by the dumpster edge watching Mick and the groom and watching the alley. They now sauntered away to where the neon lights were brightest. Mick feeling pretty cocky was smiling. Raj opened the wallet and showed him the thick wad of cash inside. They sauntered  on now, scot free. 

Mere moments later the groom came to, not knowing where he was, his head aching. He struggled to his feet, standing unsteadily, then staggering  towards the light of the street. Two men were turning the corner.  He tried to call to them for help but the words wouldn’t come. At the street he saw the bright lit vaguely familiar entrance to the hall and stumbled up the stair holding  into the banister as he pulled open a large glass door,

Music came from within, He staggered forward through swinging doors and walked into a crowd of happy well fed well dressed people. He thought he should know the faces turning towards him with ill concealed embarrassment.

The most beautiful girl dressed in a long white gown stood staring. An old couple were turning towards him as the music stopped. Everyone was now turning and staring in the slow congealing silence.

Blood,mucous,semen and shit oozedfrom his torn anus and leaked down the back of his naked legs. 

A couple of men at the bar laughed seeing him naked from the waist down his shrivelled member dangling like a juicy worm in search of a fish.

A collective horror was rising  from those behind him as he again staggered  forward towards the girl. She covered her face with her hands ashamed and embarrassed before turning and sobbing, ran from the room. The pretty  bridesmaid with a scornful look at the groom, turned and followed the bride.

The groom stopped ,not knowing what to do. His throbbing head hurt terribly. A searing pain and wetness from behind  competed for attention. 

Watching the most beautiful girl leave , all eyes turning and following her exit, they now returned and stared at him. He just  stood slightly swaying. His mother with eyes full of sadness looked at her son. Her husband, his father moved quickly forward , removing his own coat and wrapping it around the waist of his son. As he did so he saw  the reddening bruise on  his sons forehead where Mick had delivered his parting kick. Up close he also saw the early swelling of the rising egg behind his son’s  ear. His nose recoiled from the  pungent smell of sex and shit.

Blood,mucous,shit and semen pooled on the hardwood dance floor. 

“What happened, son?” The father said. 

“What do you mean?” The groom found the forming of words difficult. Memory was juggled. 

“I had a smoke.”

Mick was caught selling the watch Raj had given him. He himself was beaten to death when he raped the wrong boy in  prison. The boys mates hadn’t meant the bludgeoning to kill him, They didn’t even know he was dead when they raped his body one after another in the prison shower.

The groom never knew what happened any  more than the speculation of the coarser of the two police.police.   “Stole his wallet and valuables. Then he was bred. Case closed without more evidence”

.When Mick was caught his DNA was a match. He said he didn’t remember. 

The bride couldn’t get over the image of the groom  or the stories. The idea of her husband publicly exposed  with shit and semen running out his anus and down his legs was something she just couldn’t bear. When  he was discharged from hospital the groom read her note leaving him. With the help of a psychologist testifying to her trauma the marriage was annulled. 

HIs motherr said ,”You can’t blame her”.

He gave up smoking.  

The bride was eventually abducted by aliens and used for sexual experiments. She was picked up walking naked down a country road.

The groom never learned of this. 

Raj found another partner and continued his dirty work