Date: Mon, 25 Aug 1997 16:54:43 -0400 From: Marc Mustacchio Subject: JOCKEY HOLLOW: EPISODE XX JOCKEY HOLLOW: AN ON-LINE SOAP OPERA ABOUT GAY YOUTH EXPRESSING THEMSELVES SEXUALLY. Jockey Hollow is a small town of 5200 people located in the Northeastern corner of Nebraska. Its population is made up primarily of a younger 20-something crowd, mostly gay men who have found a haven in Jockey Hollow. There is an older generation of people in their late-30s-40s, and an even smaller teen crowd. The teenagers are runaways from cities like Des Moines & Cleveland; runaways who have been outcasted from their families because the are gay. Things in Jockey Hollow are not what they seem or appear to be. The stories revolve around the principals' characters, all of who are in their 20s and gay. Occasionally female characters appear, but they are the girlfriends of bisexual characters. EPISODE XX Six autopsy reports were presented to Kenny by Dr. Preston. Preston sat behind Cliff's desk and rattled off the findings in order of death. The first guy was approximately 19-20 years of age, he died a month ago, he was tied up with his hands behind his back and fucked violently in the ass, there are traces of sperm in him, but the boy had had sex with several partners that day and the sperm was mixed. He died of affixation. Strangled with coarse rope. The second kid died the same week, he was also approximately 19-20, he did not have sex with his attacker, he was beaten to a pulp, there were skull fractures and his chest was caved in. The third kid died the most brutally. He was older, in his early 20s, and tortured. There were traces of splintered wood in his colon. The killer shoved a blunt wooden bat, very possible a baseball bat, all the way up the kid's ass to his colon, snapped it, then removed it. The brutality made Preston sick. But like the kid prior, he did not have sex before he died about a week after the second kid. The fourth kid was the youngest, 18 at most, cute and boyish. He was raped beyond rape. There were rope burns on his ankles and feet and, this was strange, cigarette burns in his feet. This was new. The killer then forced his cock into the boy's ass and fucked him. He was a virgin when it came to men. His ass muscles bled when he was fucked. But the killer did not ejaculate inside the boy's ass. His neck was broken. The fifth kid's murder mirrored the fourth. The first sign of a pattern in these six murders. This one was most likely the body seen by Stephen when he saw a body being buried. Death occurred two weeks ago. The last kid was killed just after Stephen was killed. His death was most bizarre. Most bizarre indeed. His feet were caked with dirt, a sign that he had been walking barefoot a long time prior to being picked up. He was highly sexually active, to the point of extreme. There was so much semen in his stomach an intestines, he must have been swallowing all day. He was about 25 and had cuts on his hands, as if he was fighting against a knife attacker. He was then stabbed to death. Kenny sat forward and put his fist under his chin. These were separate from the previous six, but connected because they occurred in Jockey Hollow, where the murderer was believed to still be. He was about to say something, when Larry's voice interrupted over the intercom. "Sheriff, there's a Joey Caprio to speak with you. He knows something about Stephen's murder." "Send him in," the Sheriff said. A moment later Joey entered and the office. The Sheriff made the introduction rounds and Joey sat. "I was camping in the woods with my girlfriend Nicole. She and I fought over something petty and I was thrown out of the tent and slept by the campfire. I was there maybe twenty minutes when I heard sounds coming from behind these bushes in front of me. I walked up to them, but only saw shadows in the moonlight. There was dragging noise. I heard this younger voice say, `You can put me down now.'" "Then an older voice said he was going to fuck the younger guy. The younger guy said he was a hustler and it would cost the guy some cash. The older guy said he wasn't going to go for it and I heard a crack, like a piece of wood being smacked across a head." "Do you know what that sound likes?" Kenny asked. "No, but I know what a baseball bat sounds like hitting a baseball. I then heard silence, but saw shadows. I then heard wood crack. It echoed in the night, startled me. I then heard dragging sounds then silence. DEAD SILENCE." "This fits into our chronology," Cliff said. "Yes, yes it does," Kenny said. "Can you find this place again?" "Sure." "Cliff you and your deputies go with Joey and take photos of this site." "What about you?" "I'm going to e-mail these autopsy reports to the Bureau." "Sounds like a plan." Cliff, Joey , and Dr. Preston left Kenny to his work. ... Patrick was outside Maggie's, he wanted to tract down Roy again, to finish fucking him. Patrick found Roy driving in a new red pick-up, newly purchased from Bart's Auto Farm on 77 West. Roy had many fantasies about getting fucked on the flat bed of one of these and so he figured, "what the hay." And bought it. Patrick talked Roy into giving him a second chance and so Roy let Patrick in the front seat and drove into the woods. Four-by-fours had great pick-up in this terrain. They stopped and got out. Patrick and Roy got onto the flatbed and got naked. Patrick was gonna fuck him good this time. "Are you going to finish today?" Roy asked with a sarcastic tone. "You bet your ass," Patrick had a mean edge today, as if he had something to prove. They got on the flatbed and Patrick took his cock out. "Lube it up good with your mouth," he ordered. Roy got on my knees and put his mouth around that big cock. It became hard instantly, Roy could hardly the whole cock in his mouth, he didn't remember it getting this hard or large the first time they did it. Without much effort, Patrick's cock got as long and hard as the handle on a hammer only thicker. Patrick pulled Roy off the ground by the shoulders and threw Roy over the tailgate of his truck. He spit in his hand and rubbed the spit to Roy's tight ass. That was all the lube needed to take this cock. Roy felt the head of Patrick's cock at his ass. With his cock at my ass but not in it, he pulled Roy's head back by the hair and said "Who's gonna finish now, boy?" "You will!" "Damn fucking I will," Patrick said and he shoved the head and four inches up Roy's ass. The pain was beyond pleasure, and yet Roy loved it. He pulled his dick out to give Roy a moment to rest. This time he shoved six inches up my screaming hole. Roy moaned with pleasure. "Who is?" "You will!" "You bet your sweet ass, and that's exactly what I'm going to take," he said as he started pumping. Slowly at first, then faster and deeper. Finally Roy could feel his body hit his ass and knew that he had taken the entire cock. He reamed my ass for what seemed like. Roy smiled, proud for being able to take that huge cock. His ass was being split wide open by the pounding of Patrick's ass. Roy's ass was dry, but hardly tight, and Patrick's dick was huge, but Roy could hardly stand the pain anymore. He screamed out: "Enough, please, I can't take it any more." Roy begged. "I thought we agreed I'd finish this time. He pushed his dick into Roy's ass to the hilt and pumped it and a couple of times before he shot his load into Roy's throbbing hole. Roy was happy he had hung in there. They pulled up their pants and Roy took Patrick back to Maggie's. ... The woods in Jockey Hollow had many paths and sometimes it was difficult to navigate your way around them; but when you think you've seen a murder or the prelude to a murder, you remember everything. Joey showed the Sheriff, Nicky, and Wade where he and Nikki camped and where he heard the sounds of Stephen getting whacked. There was a sense of death in the air. A strong stench that revealed what horrific things happened in this spot. The Sheriff caught sight of a wooden object under a tree, he put on latex gloves he carried with him to crime scenes and picked it up. It was narrow end of a baseball bat. On the tip was blood and possible fecal matter. Nicky had a long zip-lock bag ready and the Sheriff bagged it. Joey sat squat in the corner of the clearing, recalling how he was a silent witness to what went on here. "That was shoved up Stephen's ass and then snapped?" " `fraid so," the Sheriff replied. Joey shuttered. "Sheriff," Wade called. "Think you should see this." The Sheriff approached Wade and followed the Deputy's long index finger to reveal a cross erected in the dirt. It was hidden, deep in the bushes. On the upper portion was a piece of paper. Using another pair of gloves, the Sheriff removed it. It was printed in blood. It read: "LIKE THOSE WHO CAME BEFORE, AND THOSE WHO WILL COME AFTER, STEPHEN HAS DIED BECAUSE ALL HOMOSEXUALS ARE AGAINST CHRIST AND MUST PERISH." "Now he's a holy roller," Wade said, snapping three shots of the cross. "We have a motive now, a strong motive," Sheriff Alexander said. "I remember two years ago there were murders in Lincoln, authorities called them the "Will of God killings." The murderer was captured and executed, but his victims were prostitutes who he said were a disgrace against Man and God. These 12 murders, the seven here in Jockey Hollow and the five previous may very well be a copy cat killer. I'll have to discuss this with Agent Westmoreland, and maybe the Bureau has a profile of the man who was the Will of God Killer. His name was - oh, Cliff, think...Peterson. Oliver Northfolk Peterson!" ... E-mailing the bureau was tedious. Especially when it's 60 some pages of autopsy reports. This was going to be an all-nighter. He stood and walked around. He went to the lobby, Larry was gone for dinner, but there was a fresh pot of coffee. He smiled as he approached. The coffee was hot. He went back to the office and he sat himself down at the terminal. Kenny thought how someone e-mailed Kenny from the Sheriff's account. Hackers. A bump. Kenny picked his head up from his work. He sat silent for a moment and waited. A bump. Kenny stood and unsnapped his holster and drew his standard issue revolver. He walked out to the lobby. "Who's there?" he called. He now heard a clang of metal. He knew that it was coming from the cells. He opened the door and started down the stairs slowly. He was holding his gun with both hands and reached the base. A hand with a long wooden object came down and - ... Kenny awoke in the forest. The abductor had tied him to a fallen tree like he was hugging it. The abductor was shirtless and wore a leather bondage hood. Kenny was panicked. He was gagged. "Now you are going to be punished for your investigations into my affairs. I know you will enjoy it." He laughed pulled out a knife. "Don't move, this isn't going to hurt." He cut of Kenny's suit pants and his boxers leaving him bare naked. "I want to fuck you good, face-fuck you first though, then that horny ass of yours. Kenny tried his damnedest to get away but he was tied pretty tight. "Start by face-fucking yours." The abductor pulled down his pants exposing a fully erect dick. He took off the gag. "Who are you?" Kenny asked. The abductor laughed, and pointed the knife at Kenny's throat. Kenny opened his mouth and the masked man slowly stuck his cock in his mouth. He slowly began to face-fuck Kenny and he started to gag, it was too big for Kenny to accommodate at once. Kenny oddly started to enjoy having his cock in his mouth because it felt good. It was what he liked. But not at knife point. He went in and out faster. The abductor pulled out and smiled, he stuck the gag back in Ken's mouth and moved around to Ken's ass. He was about to have that same big cock in his ass. Ken felt the cock between Kenny's ass cheeks and he thrusted right into my ass, very quickly, without a warn up. Kenny wanted to scream, but I was gagged. The pain subsided as he pulled his dick out but resumed when he pushed it back in. He started to turn into an animal and started to pump. He started to fuck Kenny faster and then suddenly he felt his insides warming up. The rapist and killer had cum inside. He pulled out and laid on top of Kenny and passed out. Kenny must have passed out due to the pain because he awoke up at the feel of the killer fucking Kenny again. It was dark. At least four hours had passed since he was clubbed at the Sheriff's station. The pain was immense now, no more lube. But the killer's plan was to create as much pain and suffering for Kenny as was possible. When his dick reentered Ken, it awakened him. This time the gag was gone. The pain only made Kenny scream. The killer laughed and shrieked. He stopped and bent over my back and kissed Kenny on the cheek. Ken winced, repulsed by the lips. "Now, my dear Agent Kenneth Westmoreland, you are about to join the ranks of a very elite club. You are about to become a victim." He gripped Kenny's head by his hair. "You've violated some sacred Bureau regulations, Agent Westmoreland. You have engaged in homosexual activities and have had sexual relations with local law enforcement. Both are crimes against the Bureau and against God. You must perish." He placed the cold steel blade under Kenny's neck. ... When the local law enforcement returned to the station, it was already after dark, they had stopped at Maggie's for dinner. Larry was at his desk when the Sheriff walked in. "Agent Westmoreland still at it, Larry?" Cliff asked. "Don't know. I didn't want to disturb him. He had some of the coffee I made for him. But the door was shut." The Sheriff opened the door, papers were scattered and the screen saver had been activated. The Sheriff wiggled the mouse and the e-mail screen had come up. He knew Kenny would not have left this in this state. "Wade, Nicky." They entered. "Yeah, Sheriff?" Wade said. "Agent Westmoreland's missing." "Missing--?" Nicky said. "Search downstairs." Expecting to find a dead body sprawled out on the floor, Cliff led the way. When he got to the bottom, he found no body, just a baseball bat. He closed his eyes and prayed everything was all right. Knowing that it probably wasn't. Then he saw a black object under the bench in the cell. The Sheriff walked in and crotched down. He reached in. "What is it, Sheriff?" Nicky said. "His revolver. Kenny's revolver." END OF SEASON 1 "JOCKEY HOLLOW" WILL RETURN TO THE INTERNET AFTER A FIVE WEEK HIATUS. EXPECT TO SEE THE 21ST EPISODE, THE PREMIER OF THE SECOND SEASON ON MONDAY OCTOBER 6, 1997. ALL 20 EPISODES CAN BE FOUND IN THE NIFTY ARCHIVE: http://www.nifty.org/