It’s A Graffitti Kind Of Violation – KILLtober Short Story

Corey closes his eyes and allows the sound of the paint escaping the can to be his guide, moving his arms in an almost rhythmic fashion. Images dance wildly in his mind and escape through his hands, painting across the empty canvas before him.

It seems like forever before he finally opens his eyes and stares dumbfounded at the images now on the wall. He allows himself to smile momentarily, before a heavy hand falls down upon his shoulder and grips him tightly, then slams him into the wall.

“WHAT THE FUCK YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING BOY?” A deep voice growls into his ear.

“Let ME go fuck face!” He yells as he tries to push back, but finds himself pushed harder against the wall.

“Fuck face? Who the FUCK do you think YOU are, to be calling me a fuck face?” The man growls as he forces Corey’s face harder against the wall. “I could squash your tiny little head against this wall right now, and no one would ever know. So watch what you’re saying princess. Now, what the FUCK do you think you’re doing to the side of my shop?”

“Y-Y-Your shop?” Corey stutters nervously.

“Y-Y-Yes, MY shop! Did I stutter or something?”


“Good, I didn’t think I did. Now tell me what you’re FUCKING doing painting this monstrosity on the side of my shop, like a certified misfit?”

“I don’t know, it just happened.”

The man relaxes his grip on Corey for a moment and lets out a muffled laugh, before pressing Corey harder against the wall again.

“Do you think I’m an idiot?” He asks.

Court closes his eyes and softly prays for this to be a bad dream, but the man shakes Corey violently before asking the question again.

“I asked you a FUCKING question boy! Do you think I’m an idiot?”

“N-N-No,! No I don’t think you’re an idiot, I swear!”

“Then why the FUCK are you treating me like one?”

“I never meant to, I swe…”

The man pulls Corey away from the wall then   thrusts him back into it, “Stop fucking lying to me son! The more you lie, the worse things start getting for you. Now I’m going to give you one last chance to tell me the truth, or I’m going to have to start teaching you a few lessons in manners!” The man hisses into Corey’s ear. “Now what are you doing painting SHIT like this over my god damn wall?”


They both stand in silence for some moments as the man contemplates Corey’s story, “Boy,” he finally says suddenly, causing Corey to jump in fright. “Boy,” he says as he leans in close to Corey and begins fumbling with his pants. “I almost believed you.”

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING!” Corey screams as his pants drop to his ankles.

“Teaching you a lesson in intelligence boy, and getting a load off as well,” he grunts as Corey feels something hard and big press against his anus. “Don’t pucker you boy, it’ll only make it hurt more,” the man says as he trusts forward.

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