A FAIRY TALE

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“No!” roared the King. “This can not be!”

“Separated forever these two must be!”

“One to an ancient land

and one across the sea”

“This as King, I do decree!”

“The curse of an old woman

I place on both of you!”

“Alone and ugly,

hidden from man’s view.”

“Only the kiss of a prince shall be,

that which forever will set you free!”

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Once upon a time there was a handsome prince who lived in a beautiful city of white marble and glass. All the inhabitants of the city loved the prince. So why, at times, did he feel undeserving of this love? When he rode Troubadour, his magnificent brown stallion with a black mane and tail, all the citizens smiled and waved to him. So why, when he returned their greetings, did it somehow feel false. He had so many questions about who he was. There were even moments when he felt that he was not really a prince at all.

“Great Prince, where are you off to today?”

“Great Prince, always remember to take care! For one day you will rule our beautiful city!”

“Great Prince, we love you! Your parents, the king and queen, have always been fair and just rulers. We know their beneficence will continue when the day comes that you will rule!”

“Great Prince” the damsels of the city would call to him. Dressed in their finest cloths they blew him kisses. For they knew that one day he would choose a princess from amongst them; a princess who would rule with him as queen. The prince rode on. Through the glistening city gates and into the dappled woods that surrounded the city.

It was only here in the woods, with trees of every size supporting a shimmering multitude shade of green, where he felt whole and at peace. He would slow Troubadour to a walk as he took in the sounds of the woods. Sometimes, when the sounds overlapped he could swear that they were voices. They spoke to him in waves and rushes, carried on gentle breezes. When he stopped and closed his eyes he would hear bits of words and questions but never enough to actually understand what was wanted.

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One particularly fine day as he was riding along one of the many paths that meandered through the woods and saw a stream of smoke rising from what must be a chimney. This was very odd. He wasn’t aware that anyone lived in these woods. He dismounted Troubadour and tied his reins to a tree. He walked into the woods and the brush grew so dense he had to use his sword to cut his way through. He was about to give up when his pants caught on a thorn bush. He freed his pants and looked up to see a small clearing where stood a cottage with a thatched room and chimney. On one side of the cottage there was a brown picket fence and gate. As he approached the fence he saw an old woman tending the garden. She turned and looked at the prince as if she had been expecting him. He didn’t know what to do or say. He heard movement in the woods and turned to see two deer enter the clearing. When he looked back his pants were still caught on the thorn bush and the cottage, garden and old woman were gone.

At dinner that evening he told his parents about the incident. His father didn’t have an opinion but his mother seemed concerned. “Give me your bowl son.” His mother said changing the subject. “I had the kitchen make your favorite soup.”

“Beet and carrot soup, wherever did you get a taste for that?” his father always asked, slightly amused. The prince had no definitive answer; it was just as much of a mystery to him as it was to his father.

“I’ve liked the combination for as long as I can remember. Someone must have served it to me as an infant.” said the prince.

“It doesn’t really matter does it? Beets and carrots are very good for you,” said his mother. The prince glanced at his mother as they finished dinner. Her countenance wore a trouble look but the prince didn’t question her. After dinner, as usual, his father read in the library and his mother sat next to him weaving on her loom. The incident from that day and his mothers look at dinner continued to pester the prince until he went to bed.

At night as he lay in bed he realized that for some reason he wasn’t at all surprised by what he had seen; he had been there before. And the moment before he drifted to sleep he became aware that the cottage garden was made up of rows of carrots and beets and nothing else.

He dreamed of his mother. Her smiling face was looking down at him. He felt the mild roughness of leaves on his back and a strong smell of earth all around him as she picked him up into her arms and wrapped him in a warm, soft lavender blanket the old woman had given her.

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The queen tried not to let it be known but she was very concerned about what her son had seen. She knew of the cottage and the old women who lived there. But how had the prince seen this? The old woman had assured the queen that the prince would never know of her.

Her husband, the king, had so wanted an heir to his throne, a son who he could love and teach to be a kind and just ruler. They had been married for several years but it seemed she was unable to give him the son he dreamed of. So the queen went to seek answers from a midwife. The midwife informed her that she was not barren and that the problem must be with the king. She could never bring herself to tell him this and asked for her advice. The midwife had an uneasy look on her face and gave no answer. The queen felt she had something to tell her but was leery of doing so. She pressed the question again and the midwife told her of an old woman who lived in the woods that might be able to help. Someone trying to find her cottage must have explicit directions or they could walk right past it and not even realize they had. The midwife gave her the directions and the queen set out early the next morning to find the cottage and the old woman who lived there.

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By the midwife’s directions it was just a short walk. But the queen felt as if she had been walking for hours and was getting tired when her dress got caught on a thorn bush. When she got her dress untangled she looked up and there was the cottage with the old woman in the garden. She went over to introduce herself but stopped when the old woman turned her head. The queen could tell she knew exactly who she was and what she wanted. Silently, the old woman invited the queen o the cottage.

In a black kettle the old woman mixed a combination of black & blue cohosh caps, bethroot, gelsemium, amalki and ginger and then moved the kettle over the flame in the fireplace. Then she carefully took a bottle from the shelf and removed the cork stopper. The liquid sparkled like gold as she poured a small amount into the pot. A lavender smoke danced out of the pot as the potion sizzled and whispered. The old woman put the bottle back on the shelf. The potion calmed as she slowly stirred it with a long wooden ladle and murmured words in a dialect the queen had never heard before. She ladled out the viscous potion into a bowl and looked at the queen. The queen inched back a bit thinking the old woman wanted her to drink it. A pair of bright youthful eyes sat above a toothless grin. The old women walked out of the cottage and the queen followed her into the garden. She poured the potion onto a large bed of beet leaves and carrot shoots, then rubbed the potion into them. The queen heard rumbling and looked up to see dark storm clouds forming. When she looked down her dress was still caught in the thorn bush and the old woman and cottage were gone.

“Three days.” She heard the words whisper around her. “Come back in three days.”

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The prince went riding again the next day but could not find the cottage where the old woman lived. He had not slept well the night before and a thick bed of moss at the base of a large oak beckoned to him. He tied Troubadour’s reins onto a low hanging branch and lay on the moss. He felt himself floating in the sound of a soft voice singing a lullaby as he fell into a deep slumber.

He dreamed again of being an infant in a hooded cradle. He saw his parents looking loving down at him. Then it was only his mother. She pulled a bottle from a pocket hidden in the folds of her gown and poured some liquid onto his teething cloth. The taste was slightly bitter but he sucked at the cloth anyway. His mother gently touched his forehead and sang him to sleep.

He awoke to Troubadour pulling at his reins and saw the sky had turned black with storm clouds. He untied Troubadour’s reins as the sky opened with a torrent of rain. The oak gave some protection so he stayed there hoping the rain would soon let up. A roll of thunder made him look up at the sky. When he looked down, there on the path, several yards in front of him stood the old woman. Her stare held his eyes fixed. The pouring rain began to make her figure drip and run, exposing another figure beneath it. Slowly the figure grew clear. It was a young man about the prince’s age, dressed in strange clothing. The prince wasn’t frightened at all as the young man forced the prince to study and remember every detail of his face. A crack of lightening made the prince cover this face with his arm. When he lowered his arm the young man was gone. Swift winds blew the black clouds away and beaming rays of sun shone down from a blue sky; warming and drying the earth.

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Preparations were underway for a grand ball, which was to be held at the end of the month. The whole city was busy sweeping and polishing for the special day. Royalty from all over the country would attend the ball and the citizens were just as concerned as the king and queen with the appearance of the city. The prince concentrated on helping his parents prepare for the ball but the figure and face of the young man he had seen in the woods stayed with him night and day. He had told no one about the experience but he could sense, when he looked at his mother, that she knew something had happened.

The ball was a dazzling affair with everyone dancing as the orchestra played. The music stopped and the king and queen, holding hands and smiling at one another, descended the main staircase followed by the prince. All three were dressed in their finest royal garb. The crowd parted as they walked across the ballroom and ascended to their thrones. The prince stood next to his father. Then quite unexpectedly the prince walked over to his mother. He bowed and took her hand leading her onto the ballroom floor. The king sat proudly on his throne. The queen, with red cheeks and a pursed smile, followed her son to the floor. The prince bowed and the queen curtsied. The orchestra struck up a lively tune and the prince and the queen spun around the floor as the quests clapped and cheered.

Everyone was having a wonderful time, when suddenly there was some commotion in the hallway outside the entrance to the ballroom. The king and queen stopped talking and looked towards the entrance. The prince, who was standing next to them, did the same. Slowly the crowd parted and in walked the old woman who lived in the woods.

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Why? Why had the old woman allowed herself to be seen by the prince when you both promised she would not? The midwife looked at the queen but did not speak. The queen asked again but this time there was a definite hint of anger in her voice. Finally, but hesitantly, the midwife told the queen that her request for a son had been an answer to the old woman’s prayers. She told the queen about the curse that had been place upon a prince many, many years ago. “You see,” said the midwife. “She created a son for you and at the same time a prince who could release her from the horrible curse.”

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The queen grasped the king’s hand firmly. “Do you love your son?”

“Yes,” he said firmly. “Of course I do!”

“Do you love your son no matter what?”

He looked at the queen and became very concerned. Her grip on his hand had tightened and tears welled in her eyes. The queen looked over at the prince but he had already started walking towards the old woman. The entire ballroom was hushed as the prince held out his hands towards the old woman and she extended hers, too. They clasped hands. The prince starred at her for only a moment, then leaned in and kissed her. The entire ballroom gasped and whispered. They quieted again as the old woman released the prince’s hands, bowed her head to him and stepped back. A whirlwind of lavender ribbon and gold sparkles started at her feet and moved up her body until she was completely ensconced. Then the ribbon and sparkles began to fly up and away from her and disappear. Everyone could see that a new figure was gradually taking shape. A handsome prince dressed in strange cloths now stood where the old woman had been. The princes looked at each other and clasped hands again.

The king took the queen’s hand and stood up. He looked down at her and smiled. She stood and they walked onto the ballroom floor. He nodded to the conductor who nodded back and the orchestra began to play. The king and queen began to dance and the king looked at his son and nodded again. With this the princes began to dance, too. The king realized that this was all he could do. He may have some control over the citizens’ bodies but he had none over their hearts and minds. If they personally believed or felt something was wrong, there was nothing he could do about it. Gradually couples began to dance and soon everyone was dancing. As they moved across the floor they smiled and bowed their heads to both the king and queen and to the princes.

The End

TOOL BOX

 

The hot July sun burned yellow against a brilliant blue sky, with not even a wisp of cloud to temper its intense rays.  The sand on the beach and the distant water on a calm sea sparkled like plains of diamonds.  Waves of heat could be seen further down the beach; rising like unfurling flags from the water’s edge, across the sand and up into the dunes.

 

People strolling along the waters edge laughed and hopped out of the water that rushed in from an unexpectedly strong wave, which had broken close to the shore.  They glistened and smiled as they greeted one another.  Their bodies, covered in a deep brown skin, seemed impervious to the heat of the sun’s rays. As they continued down the beach they entered the waves of heat.  Their bodies began to ripple and then disappeared; as if into another dimension.

 

But I felt almost immune to the heat of the day as I lay beneath my trusty umbrella. I finished a lunch of some grapes and carrots and than turned my attention to the water. Having been in earlier, I knew that the water was just the right temperature and a sandbar had helped create perfect waves for body surfing.  I always tried to get “water front” property but there was still a couple of yards of dry sand before I reached the wet sand and the dry sand was hot!  I set my temperature gauge for “45 minutes at 325°” and sprinted towards the water.

 

When I got back to my blanket, I closed my umbrella and let the sun dry me off.  I opened it again, took a swig of ice water from the bottle in my cooler, adjusted my small beach pillow and relaxed in the shade. I had no idea how much I had tired myself out swimming and riding waves. I closed my eyes for what seemed only a moment and than opened them to swat some flies off my leg but no flies were there. I adjusted my pillow again so that my head was propped-up and I could see down the beach.

 

I saw a shape coming out of the rippling heat waves. At first, the only thing I could make out was a black bathing suit. Then his head, torso and limbs began to take shape.  I took in a light, sharp breath and blinked my eyes several times.  I stared as he got closer. The best analogy I can give and the easiest way for you to understand his look would be to say that he resembled one of those “Ultimate Fighters”. (Muscles, tattoos, broken nose, attitude…you get my drift.) He was definitely “rough trade” but also interesting.  Actually, I would say I was not so much interested as curious.  I continued to stare and didn’t feel a bit awkward because I was sure others on the beach were staring at him, too. He continued up the beach, staying by the water’s edge and looking straight ahead. That is until he reached the area were I was sitting.  He turned his head and seemed to be looking directly at me.  But the beach was so crowded; he could have been looking at someone near or behind me. And besides, big guys are usually interested in other big guys. Just the same, I smiled briefly but he didn’t react. He turned his head and kept walking. I lost sight of him as he walked into the crowd and didn’t think anymore about him.

 

Around 4:00, I jumped in the water for the last time.  I saw a great wave developing and I looked behind me to make sure there wasn’t anybody in my expected path.  There were only three other guys in the water and I swam out a little more to try and catch the wave just as it begins to curl.  I looked behind me one more time and there he was standing by the water looking at me.  This time I knew it was me because no one else was around.  I stopped for a second and stared back but I didn’t want to miss the wave.  I swam a couple of hard strokes, caught the wave at just the right point and rode it all the way in. When the water started getting shallow I put my palms into the sand to stop myself.  It was a great ride! I was sitting in the water smiling, shaking my head and wiping the water from my face.  I was still smiling as I looked up and there he was.  Standing about three feet away, with his arms folded over his chest, looking down at me.  I felt very uncomfortable. I didn’t know whether to stand up or turn around and swim back out. He made the decision for me by turning and walking away.  I watched him go. He never looked back.

 

I got up and went up to my blanket, dried myself off, got all my stuff together and started walking back to my car.  I looked for him as I walked but didn’t see him anywhere.

 

At the cross-walk that led to the parking area I saw a white van coming down the road so I stopped to let it pass. It was him.  Myer’s Custom Woodwork: Home or Office was written on the side of the van. I paused to watch the van drive away.  I started to get a truly uneasy feeling as I walked to my car. His appearances seemed almost planned. I got to my car and looked around before I put my stuff in the trunk. It was about 5:30 and there were lots of empty parking spaces. I looked around again before I opened my front door. Then I laughed to myself, “What an imagination you have!”  I started humming a tune that had gotten stuck in my head and thinking about what I had to do tomorrow. I could feel the heat coming out of my car as I took off my suit and wipe all the sand off before I put on my shorts.  I was stark naked when a white van pulled into the spot next to me. He moved quickly out of the driver’s seat and slid open the van’s side door.   I just stood there. I didn’t know what to do.

 

“Get in.”  I looked down, trying to think of how I could get away but I was so startled my mind just fumbled.

 

“Get in.”  This time his voice was stern. I looked up at him like a deer caught in a car’s headlights.

 

“Get the fuck in here now.”  I didn’t move. I couldn’t move.  He got out of the van, gripped the back of my neck and squeezed as he pushed me into the van. I tried to squirm free but his grip tightened. He pushed me into the van and slide the door shut. He smiled for a second. Then before I knew it, he was on me. He sat on my thighs, raised my arms and tied my hands to a metal beam on the ceiling.  He slide the side door open, grabbed my car keys off the roof of my car were I had left them and locked up my car. He came back in, slid the door shut and threw my keys on the passenger seat.

 

“Wouldn’t want the park patrol to see an open car and come snoopin’ around now would we?”

He knelt in front of me smiling. My gaze was locked onto that smile.  He reached out and placed one hand on each calf and I jumped.  This made him smile. He moved his hands up my calves and onto my thighs. Moving around to the side of me, he wrapped one hand around my cock and balls and with the other grabbed the back of my neck. He moved his face right next to mine. I was thinking he had the bluest eyes when, with one swift movement, he opened his mouth, completely covered mine and squeezed my cock and balls.  My legs stiffened, my eyes slammed shut and I bit down hard. I started to breath rapidly but was only taking in the air from his lungs.  He pulled and twisted at my cock and balls. I tried to breath but with no fresh air I was getting dizzy.  Just as swiftly as he had grabbed me, he moved his face away from mine and loosened his grip.

 

“Like that, boy, huh?  Well, I’m jus gettin’ started. I’ve been lookin’ for awhile for somebody to play with but didn’t see anythin I liked. Then I saw you. Ridin’ those waves, gettin’ flipped over and rolled in the water and hittin’ the sand; then swimin’ right back out for more. You like it, huh?” He rubbed the back of my neck. “You liked gettin’ roughed-up in them waves, don’t ya?” He put his other hand on my thigh. He massaged it lightly and started to move his hand under my balls. When I felt his fingers touch my hole, I let out a low moan and started to raise and open my legs. He started to rub his fingers deeper when I suddenly remembered where I was and threw my legs down. He smiled and kept his hand to my thigh.

 

“When I want in there, boy, I’m goin’ in.  And there ain’t nothin’ you can do to fuckin’ stop me.”  His eyes glazed over a bit and he started to lick my neck and my face. He said something I couldn’t make out and then began to make long licking motions from the bottom of my neck to the top of my head. He stopped and slid the side of his face right up against mine.

 

“Let’s get started now, huh? Yeah, oh yeah…” He reached a hand across me and pulled a toolbox closer to us.. Then he flipped open the lid and put his hand inside. He kept his face against mine and started breathing long and slow.  “Which one, you tell me which one. Which one ya want first?”  His hand was moving the tools around, clanking them against each other.  His hand stopped. “This one, huh, this the one you want?”

 

He pulled out a small wrench and held it in the air. He moved his face away from mine and smiled as he opened the wrench with his thumb and moved it towards my nipple. He moved so that he was sitting on my thighs again and placed the wrench on my nipple. Licking his lips he tighten the wrench.  I looked down at the wrench as it closed in. I leaned my head against the poll I was tied to. All I could do was shut my eyes and groan. All I could hear was his low breathing as he moved his thumb, tightening the wrench more and more and more.

  

Slowly, the pain turned into a numb feeling and I opened my eyes. He was watching me; waiting for me to relax. He wanted me completely conscious, so that I could watch as he put another wrench to my other nipple and tighten it down.  Then he put his hands on the sides of my chest and moved his thumbs to my nipples. Digging in his thumb nails he rubbed around my nipples. Then he stopped and looked at me. I didn’t understand. He raised his eyebrows and looked down.  I looked down to discover that I was completely hard. I raised my eyes and saw him glaring at me.

 

“What the wrenches don’t hurt, huh?” He reached over and took some rope from wall.  He tied the rope around my one knee, passed the rope over the metal ceiling beam, tied up my other knee and raised my knees towards the ceiling. He pulled a hammer out of the tool box and put a big gob of spit on its head. The spit dripped from the head as he lowered the hammer to my hole and started to work it in. He pushed and pulled the head of the hammer moving it in as deep as it would go but still I stayed hard. He pulled out the hammer, flipped it around and started to work the handle into my hole. I closed my eyes and consciously took deep, steady breaths as he started fucking me with the handle. He pushed and turned the handle moving it all the way in. Still I stayed hard.

 

He ripped out the handle. I took in a sharp breath and opened my eyes. I could tell he was really pissed. He paused. Then he tilted his head slightly to one side and gave me a hint of a smile. He had thought up something else.  He reached in the toolbox and pulled out two small C-clamps. He was almost giggling as he hit them against my balls.

 

 “No! No! No way! Don’t…” He stuffed a rag in my mouth. I desperately started to yank and pulled at the rope that bound my hands. He twisted hard at one of the wrenches until I stopped. I could feel my heart pounding and tears running down my cheeks. I gripped the ceiling beam. The rag muted my scream as one of the clamps tightened down. By the time the second one was in place, I had passed out.

 

I shot straight-up with my eyes wide open, breathing erratically. I spun my head around trying to figure out where I was and what had happened. I became conscious of my breathing returning to normal. Apprehensively, I placed my hands on the blanket as the beach and the water came into focus. A dream, it had only been a dream?!  I couldn’t believe that!  I must have been asleep for some time because the crowd had really thinned-out. I quickly got my stuff together and headed back to my car.

 

When I reached the car I felt better but still a little disjointed. All I wanted to do was get home. I was putting my stuff in the trunk when I heard an engine turn off and I paused. I heard a door slide open and I froze.  Hesitantly I turned and there he was standing by the back of a white van.

 

He looked at me, smiled and gestured with his head. He wanted me to come over.

 

 

“MO” Rhymes

  

Hikory, dikory, dock,

The mouse ran up the clock.

The clock struck one,

And down he run.

Hickory, dickory, dock.

 

Tinkle, tinkle “golden shower”,

 Makes you feel like at springtime flower.

Up above me he’s so hot,

Gosh! He drank a lot tonight

Tinkle, tinkle “golden shower”

Makes you feel like a spring time flower.

 

There was an old man who lived in a shoe.

And if you come in,

He knows what to do.

He’ll use the buckles to bind you,

And with the laces he’ll whip you.

 

“Bump, bump, do a bump,”

Said the silly queen.

Sniff !, Sniff !, Sniff !, Sniff !,

Life is but a dream.

 

Marty had a sugar-daddy,

His “pubs” were white as snow.

And every time he made him “cum”,

Marty got a little “blow”!

 

Horny young black boy,

Gotta a whitie’s hole.

“Gonna take it?”

“Give it to me!”

9 inches full.

 

 

Little “Miss Moffat”,

Liked to ride on top of “it”,

While doing “toots” of “K”.

Along came another,

And with a smile, not a schudder,

She took them in “both ways”.

 

 

Mary, Mary drag queen fairy,

With big feet and “full-figure” cloths.

6 feet in height,

Your rouge is too bright,

Lip-synching “Over the Rainbow”.

 

Twisted, tweekin’ homo

Was doing “lines” all night.

Out came the sun

And he was all “strung out”.

Out came the moon

And he was feelin’ alright.

So the little homo

Went out again that night!

 

DARKROOM

An Original Screenplay

(Short Subject)

 

 FADE IN:

 

The screen is black with a small red dot in the center. The dot becomes larger and develops an orange hue, making it the color of fire.  As the dot grows it moves towards the screen. The words “Dark Room” become legible.  The words grow larger and the CAMERA MOVES through the “R” in the word Room.

 

The whole screen is now a red/orange hue. The only sound is a muted thumping.

 

CLOSE UP:  A man’s head comes up from the bottom of the screen. It holds still for a moment and then flops back. His eyelids slowly open and close a few times and then stop.  He has passed-out.

 

CAMERA BEGINS A SLOW PULL BACK AND STOPS: We now see the full figure of the man. His arms are above his head and his wrists are bound. He is hanging naked from the ceiling and his toes are a few inches from the floor.  His whole body is deep brown in color.

 

CAMERA PULLS BACK MORE AND STOPS: We see that the man is hanging in a semi-circular room (7’x7’) with a flat glass front. The wall behind him is black with circular and rectangular gauges and small boxes with different types of handles.  At the side-fronts of the room are 3 foot wide black panels that run the length of the wall.

 

We see the panels on each side slide open and a man steps out of each door.  They are identical. Both are naked and muscular with jet black hair, dark tans and stand approximately 5’10” in height. They are both leering and smiling at the hanging man as they move towards him, raise their arms and begin to massage his arms. They continue massaging as their hands move down to his torso. They move into a squatted stance as they massage his buttocks, his thighs, all the way down to his feet. They look at each other and grin. One man puts his hand on the penis, the other cups the testicles and they both grasp a butt cheek. They start to rub and pull so hard at his penis and testicles that the hanging man jerks and twists a little. These are not physical reactions but more like remnant nerve reactions. The men look up at him and release their grips as they rise back to standing positions. They move in tight to the man and begin to sniff and lick him.

 

CAMERA MOVES IN SLIGHTLY. The men simultaneously stop and step back as each reaches over to one of the black boxes on the wall. They twist the handles and open the boxes. Each man pulls out a length of clear, 2” in diameter plastic tubing with a sharp metal point, about 3” long, at the tip.  We see the tubes start to fill with a speckled, mustard colored liquid. When the fluid starts to drip from the metal points the men step towards the hanging man and pause. One of the men squats. Then they each thrust the metal point at the hanging man.

 

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The metal tip of the standing man plunging down into the hanging man’s neck.

 

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The metal tip of the squatting man plunging into the hanging man’s thigh.

 

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Full shot of all three. The hanging man does not bleed from the injection sites. We can see the liquid moving through each tube.

The two men are still for a moment and then each ones rip out the metal tips. The plastic tubes continue to squirt the liquid out of the metal tips. The squatting man rises and they both put the tubes back into wall boxes.

 

The two men move in close to the man and begin to message him again as the one man returns to a squatted position.

 

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CLOSE UP: The standing man as he slowly opens his mouth. His upper lip is trembling as he exposes brilliant white teeth that are jagged and pointed.

 

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CLOSEUP: The squatted man opens his mouth to reveal the same white pointed teeth.

 

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CLOSE UP: The standing man as he tilts his head back slightly and then throws his head down sinking his teeth into the man’s chest.

 

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CLOSE UP:  The squatted man bites into the hanging man’s thigh.

 

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Full shot to all three with the two men twisting their heads like sharks into the man’s flesh. The men pull back their heads with chunks of the man’s flesh in their mouths. They chew the flesh and wipe their mouths with their forearms.  The standing man slowly squats.

 

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MEDIUM CLOSE UP: We see the men facing each another directly, opposite the hanging man’s genitals. They begin moving their heads, snarling at each other. They stop, still squinting at each other and then simultaneously one bits and rips off the man’s penis and the other bits off the testicles.

 

CAMERA MOVES BACK: We see a full shot of the three men and the room around them, as the men continue to feed.

 

CAMERA STARTS TO SLOWLY MOVE UP:  The room with the three men moves out of the screen and we pass a similar room that is empty and then the screen goes black. The thumping beat, still muted, becomes more distinct.

 

Suddenly we see the palm of a hand hit screen left.

 

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The screen is once more black and the thumping sound is now obviously the bass beat of a song. Slowly, as if our eyes are becoming attuned to the darkness, we see the back of a man whose arms are stretched out with his palms against the wall. He is thrusting his groin at a man kneeling in front of him.

 

CAMERA SLOWLY MOVES RIGHT: A faint light shows us other men in various sexual positions.

 

CAMERA PULLS BACK: The music grows louder. As we move out of the darkroom onto a dance floor.

 

CAMERA CONTINUES TO PULL BACK:  We realize that we are moving through the dance floor of a gay club. The guys are dancing with their shirts off.  Some are drinking and we see a few snorting from “bullets”.  The dancers fill the void created by the moving camera. 

 

CAMERA CONTINUES BACK AND THEN STARTS A SLOW RISE: We are now up above the crowd looking down. The music, lights, dancer floor and DJ box fill the screen.

 

CUT TO:

MEDIUM CLOSE UP: We see the back of a man’s head. The music is muted, again.  His hair is black and well-groomed.

 

CAMERA SLOWLY PULLS BACK & STOPS: We now see the man from the waist up. He is dress in black, standing in front of glass wall in a room far above the dance floor. The man turns his head into profile. His features are sharp and angular. He looks down at his side and smiles.

 

CAMERA PULLS BACK AGAIN & STOPS:  We now see the man in full and kneeling at his sides wearing large collars attached to the floor with heavy chain are two “cannibal” men. He is scratching the head of one and the other begins to rub his head against the man’s leg. He turns his head to look down at the other “cannibal” man. He puts his hand on his head as he continues to scratch the others head and smiles. His smile quickly fades as he turns his head forward, surveying the dance floor.

 

CUT TO:

Black.

 

The End