"Bisexual Love" c.2006 by Chris McBeth

Bisexual Love
c. 2006 by Chris McBeth

There were too many people in Tucson. Too many fat people consuming. Consuming products, cars, DVDs, land, etc. An overabundance of everything!

Coco Puff fancied himself to be a connoisseur of taste in all things--food, wine, men, women, and a bit of a charming clown, or a sprite, though a rather large one weighing in at 340 lbs.

He was next in line at the checkout of Blockbuster Video with two classic Bette Davis’ DVDs in hand when he noticed the handsome muscular dirty blond-haired boy. The kid must have been in his early 20’s with longish hair, a handsome roguish face and a muscular, stocky body, probably about 6’. He was just Coco’s type of guy. Of course most of Coco’s ‘types of guys” laughed at him or wouldn’t be about to give him the time of day. There was a dark-haired cunt hanging onto the boy and making him laugh feeling his torso and hugging him. Coco was immediately jealous of the girl and wished it were he lovingly nudging the gorgeous jock-like man. However he didn’t find the girl all that unappealing either. A thought occurred to him—“Mmmm, together, the TWO of them—and little old me!” He pondered to himself deliciously. “I MUST have them. I will have BOTH of them!” A wicked smile spread over his face and made his huge jowls twitch with pleasure.

“Umm, never mind—I have to do something” he told the acne-faced clerk. Coco quietly dropped the DVDs and nonchalantly followed the couple out of the store. He followed them stealthily along Pantano Boulevard in his vanilla cream-colored van until they turned off onto a quiet, dark side street. Making his move he floored his van up next to the couple’s car and then edged it off the road into a ditch. Luckily for him there were no houses on this stretch of the road. The boy charged out of his car screaming his head off and swearing to beat the band. His anger excited Coco Puff. He felt himself getting erect. As the boy reached up and into the driver’s side of the van, Coco shot him with his super deluxe stun gun. The beautiful boy fell to his knees and collapsed. The big Puff babe exited his van, knelt down, and kissed the jock boy fully on the lips while injecting him with a paralyzing poison that would render the boy conscious but unable to move.

Onto the girl “Oh shut UP you beautiful babe!—Don’t you know Coco Puff’s here to take you and your hot boyfriend out on a date?” He said, all 350 lbs. him galloping toward the now hysterical girl. Coco reaching into the interior the car and shot the screaming cunt with his power nail gun. “Pop” the first nail pierced the girl in the left eye. “Oh” she said. The second “Pop” projectile nailed her right between the eyes, the girl passed out.

Coco collected both the lovely couple’s bodies into the back of his van, placed them side by side, arranging their bodies as if he was arranging dolls. He headed for home with his dream date couple in tow.

After he got the bodies home, he lovingly carried them both into his gigantic bedroom, undressed them and tied them both up on top of his huge heart-shaped bed, stretching them out full length belly up. He sucked the muscular jock boy’s flaccid cock then until it got hard. At the same time he was fingering the girls pussy with a metal glove studded with razor blades. He ravenously sucked and bit at the Jock boy’s cock until the big fella started moaning. The girl was moaning too as Coco dug deeper and deeper into her cunt. Bleeding freely now and getting quite mushy, Coco began to fist punch bitch’s pussy with his razor blade glove as if he was fist fucking a man’s asshole. After a huge commotion and lots of flesh-tearing, Coco penetrated out the poor girl’s asshole and he could feel his bloody fist emerge and feel the mattress beneath her. Thank Goodness he had put down a think layer of lime green canvas as a kind of bedspread “fluid catch-all-fuck-sheet” before he’d laid down the couple, for now the blood from the cunt was everywhere.

At this point Coco felt like taking a break from the cunt. Coco Puff disengaged his razor glove from the girl cunt’s pussy (which now was literally a ragged red hole) and anus with a loud “SUCK-SWOOSH” noise he freed it from her big body crevice. He tore the glove off and cast it aside.

“Now for you my pretty!” he said to the boy, razing himself back from the boy like a Funnel Back spider preparing to bite, Coco Puff then immediately brought his head down and down into the boy clamping down hard on both his cock and balls with his fat head and very strong teeth. He then pulled his head backward, tearing tissue like taffy; raggedly tearing both cock and balls from the beautiful boy’s torso while at the same time exploding with a fierce orgasm that sent small tremors all the way to Los Angeles! He mauled the bloody soggy mess of male genital sandwich, continuing to chew on it as he first sat up in the bed, savoring his bisexual boy feast snack and blinking stupidly over the hapless couple. Still chewing he straddled the boy, cut off wires that were affixing the boy’s hands and feet to the heart-shaped bass bed frame, drew a hold of the football jock boy’s now cockless and ball-less body and rolled it over so that the boy’s muscular yet still untouched ass arched high up in the air. The boy was barely conscious…

Madly, merrily drunk with bloodlust, Coco Puff the killer sex clown grasped a large pick ax hanging next to the bed. He kept it there just for these special occasions. Grasping the ax in both hands and towering over the muscular jock’s butt he raised the pick ax high, high into the air. “I AM GOD—LOVE ME!” he bellowed making the walls of ranch-style house shake (Good thing he was miles from neighbors). The fat killing demon brought the point of the ax down with a thundering SLAM breaching both the gorgeous boy’s anus and stabbing deep deep inside of and into lower pelvic floor muscles, ripping and shredding through cartilage, bones, and tendons.

“I’m a SOUL MINER—looking for a heart of Gold” Coco sang an old Neil Young song, partly making up the words as he plunged the pick ax again and again into the muscular boy’s buttocks, obliterating them. The garbled song turned into waves of mad laughter, loud and high-pitched and penetrating as that pick ax was penetrating the flesh.

Coco Puff finished and threw down the ax. He rested and lounged in between the lovely but quite bloody and quite dead couple now, curling into their juices and feeling a kind of perfect bisexual love. He nestled within the (formerly) beautiful and virile man and his cunt date like some blood addicted fetus demon. He felt safe. He felt peace.

He must have fallen asleep or a few hours, for when he awoke, the blood all around him had started to congeal and the bodies were beginning to grow cold and stiff. There was a shit smell too which he hadn’t noticed before, for when the torture really got going both the couple had become incontinent.

Coco got up off the bed, took a shower and then removed both of the bodies to another room in his basement. To what he later referred in his anonymous note to the Police as his “Plastication Chamber.”

Here he laid out both his lovelies onto another different white canvas and began carefully arranging them. He was “the auteur of death.” He outstretched the muscular arms of the boy and spread-eagled his legs (what muscular quadriceps the boy had mused Coco Puff. How those quads must have run and jumped—like an uber-College Jock Football player flying over the other players in the Super Bowl!). The cunt’s body he fashioned so that she was curled into the boy’s torso on his right side, nestling into it. “Nothing’s Going to Harm You” Coco hummed was he worked.

When completed with the final manipulation, he dismounted the canvas and tipped a huge overhanging vat of liquid polyurethane spilling it onto his dead bi-lovers, now relegated to live forever as memorials to art and beauty. He left the Plastication Chamber, went upstairs and ordered 4 pizzas. Waited patiently watching cartoons until the delivery came and engorged them all as if starving—making love and death is hard work. Making it into art even harder. His appetite was boundless! About three hours later Coco returned to the Plastication Chamber and poured another layer over his sleeping beauties, his lovers now stillborn forever.

This he continued to do again and again for the next few weeks, daily until he was sure the encasing polyurethane would cover up any telltale odor or stench of decay and freeze dry any signs of decomposition.

As a final touch Coco Puff went to the neighborhood art store, a fabulous one he frequented near the University of Arizona campus--and bought about 10 lbs. worth of gold leaf. This he used to cover the couple until they looked like a gorgeous Greek frieze worthy of ANY Classic Roman or Byzantine Temple—worthy of the worship of any High Priest of the Nile. Coco Puff was the emperor immortal--the magic spawn of the Gods, the ultimate artist sculptor of high art and beauty…

When the conglomeration was hardened to perfection and gold as the sun, Coco spray pained tiny fine key-light effects of pink here and there to bring-out a kind of Arizona sunset sparkle within the piece. It was a kind of testament also, he thought warmly --to the couple’s living days in the gorgeous fascist state of Arizona. There was nothing quite like Western light. Coco then hung the beautiful horrid mass vertically, on the west wall of his living room, surrounded by black velvet. And a few small subtle orange spotlights.

For many evenings, he sat or lay before the death-gold-pink frieze studying, relishing and masturbating to his gorgeous otherworldly art again and again. Sometimes he played love songs on his antique banjo, serenading the dead lovers (who never decomposed and never grew old or offended with obtuse smells). By and by through the lonely nights-he paid homage not only to young, lithe (though dead) virile love, but also his perfect bisexual love obsession, which he had finally managed to capture.

This went on for many years until one evening when a great meteor crashed into Coco Puff’s ranch style spread flattening both the house and the fat killer bi-clown as he sat one night tenderly serenading his still-as-death glittering art children.