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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, Rape/Non-Con,
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Camp_Camp_(Web_Series)
  Relationship:
      Maxvid, David/Max_(Camp_Camp)
  Character:
      Max_(Camp_Camp), David_(Camp_Camp), Davey_(Camp_Camp), Counselor_Max_-
      Character
  Additional Tags:
      bad, Blood, Child_Abuse, cursing, Choking, death_of_a_child, Necrophilia,
      Organs
  Series:
      Part 1 of When_Men_Are_Bad_and_Children_are_Quiet
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-11-22 Words: 2419
****** The Way He Loved That Cry ******
by Psychoza
Summary
     In Which I am a bad person and I have bad things happen to little
     Davey because I can't handle what did and didn't happen when I was 7.
     Please leave the negative comments at home, I legit don't care and
     already know.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
Davey came in an angry yet sheltered child. One of the worst mixes you could
ever see. His home life was filled with empty silence but any act of rebellion
was met with disapointed voices or nothing at all. He’d learned that he needed
to be a disappointment to get any sort of reaction from his parents. And while
it wasn’t the attention he wanted, at least it was something.
Max could tell on day one that this kid was chomping at the bit to feel
important. To feel like things had a bigger meaning and that the world he was
living in would welcome him with open arms. Max also knew that the kid needed a
serious reality check. At first it was easy. He was extra hard on the kid and
took any opportunity available to tell him how fucked the world is. His first
week Davey cried a lot. Usually kids crying would do something for Max, but
this was different. It pissed him off. Suddenly he wasn’t being mean to Little
Davey because he wanted to show him that the world didn’t care, he was doing it
because he hated how Davey cried.
Of course that just made it worse. It got so bad that Nikki had to excuse Davey
from activities and let him stay in her room with the door locked one day just
to give the poor boy a moment of peace. Max hated him with every fiber of his
being. They way he talked, the way he cried, the way he looked so holdable.
After a good chewing out for Nikki and a threat from Neil Max outright ignored
the kid. He’d imagine him at night. Sobbing up a storm about some minor
inconvenience, gasping for more air as he wailed with tear stained cheeks. Max
wanted to watch that. Needed to. It was a new obsession. The way he loved that
cry.
No he hated it. It made him livid. He didn’t like it. Kids that age shouldn’t
be crying! Kids that age shouldn’t look so good when they cry! But he did. He
had that stupid boyish face Max wanted to see cry. He never felt satisfied when
he saw it though. There was a wanting for more. There was always that want for
more.
During a hike Davey fell. It wasn’t life threatening but it needed first aid
attention. Funny how a camp that teaches first aid only has one certified
employee and he’s not even the one who teaches the class. Davey didn’t cry when
he got hurt but there was enough of a fuss by the other campers that Nikki
begrudgingly sent him and Max back to treat it. The boy was silent the entire
walk back and Max felt that dissatisfaction again. He got a small thrill when
Davey flinched as Max rolled the bottom of his shorts up to clean his cut.
Disinfectant offered him release. A heavy hand and too many swipes of the
cotton pad later and Davey was crying again. Scraped forearm coming up to block
his face as he hiccuped and gasped. His tiny body shaked and his fists clenched
tightly as Max added more alcohol to the pad and pressed it against his thigh.
“STOP!” His voice was high and loud as he slammed his fist down towards Max’s
face. The room was silent as Max wiggled his jaw and got a grasp at what had
just happened. When he looked up at Davey with the glare of a thousand suns the
boy instinctively covered his face. Max should feel sympathy for him but… He
did start it.
“Oh, you wanna act big ya little fucker? Huh?” His still wet hand shot up and
grabbed Davey by the jaw, finding the perfect opening between the boy's arms.
“You act like an adult you get treated like an adult. You know what happens
when you punch someone in the real world? Do ya?!” Davey was already crying
again and tried to run away, stumbling to the side trying to run to the door.
Oh no, not that easily. “I asked you a fucking question you little cunt, now
answer me like a man!” Davey was in full panic mode. His parents would talk to
him when he misbehaved but they never did anything like this like this. “Answer
me now and I might not beat your fuckin teeth in!” Max’s had now found purchase
in Davey’s upturned hair, yanking him up to look him in the eyes.
“Y-You… You get-t in trouble…” Davey’s chest heaved as he spoke, heart beating
faster and faster as he thought about what was going to happen next.
“That’s fucking right.” Max bent his face down closer, effectively intimidating
Davey even more. “Your fucking parents never taught you how to behave did they?
Fucking soft ass generation never getting a proper punishment.” Max started for
his cabin, dragging to screaming boy behind him. When he gets angry nothing
matters except feeling better, at any cost. He’d wanted to do this so many
times to so many kids. But none of them ever created this much wanting from
him.
“Please! Please I-I’ll be good! I promise I won't do it again, please!” Davey
was screaming up a storm, crying in pain as his scalp felt like it was being
pulled from his skull. When Max closed the door to his cabin Davey felt a wave
of dread wash over him. “Please, please I won't do anything, please!”
“Too late for please now kid,” Max threw the boy's body towards his bed,
smirking as he fell and curled in on himself. “No one ever learns by getting a
pass, you’ll just do it again and say it’s OK since I let you off easy the
first time.” When Davey showed no sign of moving Max grabbed his shoulder and
flipped him over to give him easier access. His fingers wrapped around the
boy's neck so perfectly. The panic in his eyes was satisfying every need he’d
ever had. This was so perfect. Everything about it was perfect. While Davey
scratched at his wrist Max reached down and started to drag his shorts off.
Once Davey was bare from the waist down and starry eyed Max let him go, this
was the only time Max was going to be able to do everything he’d wanted to do
since he was 17. He needed to savor it. When Davey was done gasping and
coughing he tried to make a run for it. Max was ready for that, wanting to have
a little chase. Davey almost got the door open, but Max was faster, using one
of his belts to pull Davey back by swinging it over his neck.
The belt made a good makeshift collar and leash once he’d tightened it how he
wanted. Davey tried to scream for help and beg again but he just cried after a
few good solid punches to the face. Max cut his shirt off, laying the boy on
his back and playing that he would actually cut him a few times. He did end up
nicking the left side of his jaw by accident. But it wasn’t like he was going
to let the boy off without a few more injuries. Rope solved his pushing
problem. Wrists together and tied above the bed made for beautiful squirming.
Everything was so perfect. This kid was the canvas that begged for seven years
of repressed needs to be smeared over it. Over and over again.
He started with his mouth. That was the first fantasy. Hand gripping his cheeks
digging into the space where upper jaw met bottom to be sure he wouldn’t bite
down. Fitting wasn’t impossible. If he’d cared for the mouth he was fucking he
wouldn’t push too much, but Davey wasn’t a person. Just an object to use. A
full stroke was attempted and almost completed, but Davey’s mouth was just too
small and by the time he’d started to throat him he was freaking out.
Davey earned a punch to the gut and a slap to the face for throwing up on
himself. He almost couldn’t breathe at this point, kicking and wiggling in an
attempt to get away. But a 7 year old can’t do much against a grown man. Max
decided to indulge in everything he’d ever wanted, and that was not something
he was going to stop easily. His knife was put to good use decorating Davey
skin, cutting up epithets and lines as shallow or deep as he wanted. The boy
was so scared when the blade got close to his penis. Screaming his head off
when Max grabbed it and teased that he’d make him a girl if he told anyone.
After a while Max ran his hand up and down Davey’s mangled body, wiping his
hand off on his face as needed.
He dug his blade into the boy's thigh to get more blood when his erection was
too prominent to ignore. More rope helped to raise the boys legs up and leave
him open for the next need. Davey’s blood was drying fast but Max didn’t need
much to fuck him. Well, he didn’t think he did. Size and dryness posed the
first problem. But a bit of spit and a little more blood allowed for access.
This feeling was a mix of what he’d wanted and not good enough. Davey screaming
was a huge turn on, all the blood and the tightness of an un repaired hole
should have made for an amazing fuck. But there was still something missing. It
was still fantastic though and Max was taking full advantage of the boy in
front of him. Slamming down into his little body as far as he could go and then
some was too much for Davey. The pain was unbelievable and there was no ease.
Nothing to stop it, no sign that anything was even close to over.
He felt like he was dying and he was pretty sure he was going to die. His
insides felt numb and on fire at the same time, his muscles ached and his
throat still stung but there was no end. Max looked so happy though. Max was
happy.
The thought that this was going to have to end at some point overflowed Max’s
mind. What could he do after this. Someone was going to notice Davey’s wounds.
Someone was going to notice that he wouldn’t be able to walk right anymore. He
was going to tell someone. Max was going to get in trouble. This needs to be
worth it… This needs to have everything.
He settled in deep and picked up his knife again. He’d always wondered if
humans skin the same way deer do. Younger the animal easier they skin, so Davey
should do fine. Making the initial cut at his ankle was hard, at this point he
still wanted to fight back. At least the screaming and clenching kept him hard.
A slash down the majority of his calf and a bit of picking allowed him to get a
little skin off. It was a lot harder on a moving object than a dead one though.
But he needed Davey alive for a little longer.
His skin tore off with a rough tug, eliciting a sharp scream from Davey as he
tried to break free from Max’s binds. Once Max had a large enough strip torn
from the boy’s leg he cut at the part still connected to him, releasing it to
dangle wetly in the air.
“You’re being too loud kid, gonna have to make you settle down a bit.” Max
grabbed Davey face, forcing his mouth open before shoving the strip of skin
into his mouth, securing it with a gag made from his now shredded shorts. Davey
shook his head rapidly as he gagged on the taste of his own blood, the feeling
of his skin making his stomach churn. Max grabbed at his damaged leg, giving it
a hard squeeze to test out how the new gag worked. Davey’s screams were still
loud and broken, but a little easier to handle.
Max continued to pound into the boy, rubbing his bloody hand along the boys
face and chest, basking in the uneven sobs that streamed from Davey like the
blood from his wounds. Max could feel himself getting close, feel himself tire
of Davey. Finally, finally he could be done with this bitchy little shit and
just… Go on with his life. As he looked down at the twitching mess he’d made he
smirked deviously, planning to finish him off in the best way he could think.
Davey’s stomach was still soft and warm, the dried blood doing nothing to sully
the feel of his baby skin. What the counselor was planning surely would.
Davey’s eyes were distant as Max plunged the tip of his knife into his side, a
soft whine and a little shudder was Max’s reward. His insides were hot and wet,
the texture of his intestines causing Max to shiver. Davey’s head was spinning
as he looked down, seeing his guts spill out a bit as Max dug into his abdomen.
If Max had said something clever or cruel Davey couldn’t hear it. The pain and
blood loss was just too much and everything was starting to blur, his head
pounding as blackness engulfed his vision. Max couldn’t care less that the boy
beneath him was dead. He was still warm and still fuckable. After a little bit
of digging Max could feel himself, fingers wrapping around the soft tubing
surrounding his cock. His hand jerked clumsily, guts spilling out of the body
beneath him as he bucked wildly, other hand supporting himself against Davey’s
neck.
Nikki and Neil came back late in the day, campers all sleepy and covered in
dirt. They couldn’t hear anything and that was concerning. After a quick search
of Daveys tent they started calling out his name, searching around for any sign
of the boy. They found Max in the woods, hair damp and face flushed. Davey ran
away, he’ll probably show up around dinner time. Nikki didn’t know if she
believed that, Neil was wary but it wasn’t the first time a camper ran away.
Max was the only person alive who knew what happened in the confines of his
cabbin.
The only one who knew who was buried in the woods.
2002
End Notes
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