Chapter 2
CRAZY JACK'S CIRCUMCISION
The wail of a police car broke through the stillness of the night as it sped toward a rooming house on the seedy side of town.
The hunchback who sometimes acted as Crazy Jack's lover, when pussy wasn't available, wasn't too eager to pull his ass out of bed at four-thirty in the morning to let the police into Crazy Jack's apartment with his pass key. It seemed that someone had heard gun shots coming from the apartment and had phoned the police.
"Most likely the backfire of a car," the hunchback muttered as he turned the key and opened the squeaky door.
The place looked like a cyclone had hit it. There was hardly a piece of furniture in the room that wasn't overturned or broken. As they approached the bathroom, they found the nude flogged body of Crazy Jack with his head deeply wedged in the toilet bowl. Closer examination revealed that his cock and balls had been completely amputated.
The hunchback stared in disbelief, then shrieked, "Oh my god, what kind of a maniac could have done a thing like that?"
By now Lieutenant Condon and Sergeant Cohen had arrived. "It looks like another 'Jack the Ripper' case," Condon said to Cohen as he pulled the submerged head out of the bowl. "It also looks like this time they broke the poor devil's neck."
"Look! He's got something clutched in his hand," said Cohen.
It was almost nine p.m. when Dan pulled up in front of his apartment house and got out of the cab. Half the morning was spent sweating it out in a doctor's office, whom he had rousted out of bed at the ungodly hour of five a.m. to undergo VD tests.
Finally, getting the all clear signal that he was all right, he had dragged his exhausted body into the first hotel he could find and had dropped off to sleep immediately.
As he pushed the button for the elevator, he began to think of a thousand and one tortures that he was going to inflict upon Crazy Jack for setting him up with a contaminated slut like that. Even if it meant risking his job.
As he got to his door, he heard his TV set blasting away. A sudden surge of temper whipped through his body. If that pig is still in there, I'll take her by the back of her goddamn neck and throw her down the stairs.
Quickly unlocking the door he stepped into the darkened room. Before he could reach for the light switch, a strong hand grabbed him by the shoulder and a cold, unemotional voice said, "Police officer," as the lights went on.
To avoid any further doubt, a shield was flashed in front of his face. Dan's eyes widened, but before he could ask any questions, he was informed of his legal rights.
"Just what is this all about?" Dan asked, trying not to show his obvious nervousness.
'Take it easy, son. I'm Lieutenant Condon. I just want to ask you a few questions, that's all. Here, let's sit down," he motioned toward the couch, "where we can both be comfortable."
Dan's mind was racing now. Then the cold unemotional voice cracked like a whip, "Mr. Daley, just what was your relationship with Mr. Goldstein?"
"Mr. Goldstein?" Dan repeated. "I don't know any Mr. Goldstein."
"Otherwise known as Crazy Jack," cut in Lieutenant Condon.
Dan thought fast. What kind of shit did the idiot get me into now? Seeing the impatient look in the lieutenant's eye, he quickly blurted out the whole story from a to z.
The lieutenant gave Dan a hard piercing look, then broke it with a smile. "Mr. Daley, I'm glad to say that you have disappointed me."
Dan looked at him puzzled.
"Disappointed me because you're not the man we want and glad that you're not. I would sure have hated to take a man in on something like this by the name of Daley."
The two Irishmen's eyes met, and a bind of mutual understanding was formed. The lieutenant assured Dan that his presence was not needed and that the only reason he had questioned him was because his name and address had been found clutched in the victim's hand. He also had been assured that he would in no way be involved in this case publicity-wise.
After the lieutenant left, Dan sank down on the couch. He was visibly shaken. He just couldn't get what Lieutenant Condon had told him out of his mind. Imagine being found disemboweled, he thought, actually having your cock and balls cut off. Wow! He shuddered as he reached for something to steady his nerves, then suddenly remembered that Vera had drunk the last bottle of his best Scotch.
Well, it served that degenerated bastard right, he thought, after fixing me up with Miss VD. He probably pulled that shit once too often and got just what was coming to him. Nevertheless, he paused, it's sure a hell of a way to go.
His thoughts were interrupted by the door bell. Who the hell would be calling on me at this hour? It's way after eleven, he thought. Again the bell rang followed by a knock. Putting the chain on the door, he opened it cautiously and looked out. It was Vera.
"Oh no!" he shrieked.
"Open up, I have to talk to you. It's very important."
Dan's first impulse was to slam the door in her face, but after all that had happened, he thought it would be wise to find out what she had to say.
Her first words as she came in were, "I need a drink."
Dan frowned, "So do I, but thanks to you the cupboard's empty."
Sensing the unfriendliness in Dan's tone, she got right down to business. She told him of her having been picked up by the police, the questioning, and the identifying of the body in the morgue. It was one of the worst experiences she had ever gone through.
Dan patiently listened, then looking up at the clock said, "Yes, I know all about it, Vera. I was questioned, too."
Looking up at the clock again, he said with a yawn, "I had a pretty hectic day, so how about going home and letting me get some sleep?"
"You hate me, don't you?" she cut in.
"No, I don't hate you, Vera. It's just that I don't imagine taking a blood test every time I get laid, nor do I like the idea of scratching for crabs."
"You mind if I have a cigarette before you throw me out?" she asked.
"No, go ahead," he answered.
"How about a blindfold?" she asked.
"Now don't get dramatic," Dan's voice hardened.
"Sorry, I'm not used to getting thrown out of men's apartments."
"Look, Vera, one night doesn't make us soul mates."
"You're right," she smiled as she handed him a cigarette from the pack. "I don't like to drink alone or smoke alone."
"Okay, one cigarette and you-promise to go home?"
"Right," she answered, as Dan lit the cigarettes. A few puffs later and Dan could see the walls doing the rumba.
"You drugged me, you bitch!" He tried to get up but fell back on the couch. Although unable to move, he could still see what was going on.
She was on the phone talking to someone, then a few minutes later he saw her opening the door and letting someone in. It was a tall Chinese rat-faced youth who glared down at him with a fiendish looking smile that exposed a row of filthy yellow teeth, and a breath that smelled like it came from the sewer.
Helplessly, he watched them both disrobe him. Then they both got down on the floor in a sixty-nine position and began lopping away at each other. The door again opened and in came more characters. Everyone was screwing everyone else in every which way.
Finally, Vera and the Chinaman approached Dan. Together they pulled him onto the floor. It was useless to struggle as the drug had left him powerless. Producing a Polaroid camera, they took pictures of him from every embarrassing angle they could think of. Then for a finale, they brought in a large dog. He looked like a mixture between a boxer and a St. Bernard. His cock and balls were almost the size of a man's, and when they turned Dan over on his knees and elbows, he knew to his horror what they had planned for him.
Holding him in position, the Chinaman gave the signal and the obviously trained dog mounted Dan from behind, wrapped his huge paws around his shoulders, and with saliva dripping from his jaws onto Dan's neck, he rammed his huge swollen cock into Dan's dry ass, in and out like a drill. Dan knew that he was screaming with pain, but no sound came from his throat. The drug had also affected his vocal cords.
As the dog's large balls kept bouncing against Dan's ripped open ass-hole, Vera kept snapping pictures while a few of her depraved guests jerked off. After the dog finally spent himself, the Chinaman released Dan. He immediately sank to his stomach.
He could feel his rectum all wet, but didn't know if it was the dog's scum or his own blood, or a combination of both. He could feel everyone in the room standing over him. Some were applauding, others were laughing. Then Vera and the Chinaman turned him over on his back. His eyes widened in horror as he saw Vera with a pair of scissors in her hand.
"Oh no!" he attempted to scream, but nothing came out.
Reaching down, she grabbed his limp cock in her hand, lifted it, and with a wild revengeful look in her eyes, swooped down with the scissors. Dan screamed with everything he had, then passed out.
A good part of the hour had gone by before Dan awoke with a start! He was almost afraid to look down on his missing manhood, as he lay there nude on the floor.
Suddenly, he was strangely aware that there was no pain. As he bent fearfully forward, he was overjoyed to find that his masculinity still hung in the same place, a bit bruised, but nevertheless still there.
'Thank god," he muttered to himself, for he surely had thought that she had beheaded him. Rising slowly from the floor, he felt an uncomfortable sensation in his rectum. Reaching backward, he painfully withdrew a tightly rolled piece of paper that had been stuck up his rear. As he unrolled the brown coated paper, he saw boldly scribbled in lipstick a farewell message from Vera.
"No one throws me out and gets away with it. I hope Rex really gored your ass raw, you bastard. P.S., I cut a lot off your bush as a souvenir. Ha-ha. Drop dead. Vera."
He gazed at the note, then quickly looking down noticed that a chunk of hair had been cut out. So that explains the scissor bit, he thought, as he headed for the medicine chest to put some lubricating jelly on his irritated rectum.
After a cold shower and something to eat, he suddenly bolted to an upright position in his chair. What about those Polaroid pictures that she had taken of him? Did she intend to blackmail him? Or keep them for a souvenir? Would she phone him, or should he phone her? Dan's mind raced back and forth.
Finally, he decided on the old adage, 'Let sleeping dogs lie.' The decision wasn't very hard to reach, especially when he remembered that she had never given him her name, address, or telephone number.
Two weeks had elapsed since the untimely demise of Crazy Jack, and all the weird things that had followed. It was a bright beautiful sunny day and the calendar stated Thursday, July 3rd. It was going to be a long fourth of July weekend, and Dan was faced with the same old problem-where to meet a girl.
Then he thought of a character he had known back home who used to boast that he didn't have to wait all week until Saturday night to start living. Every night was Saturday night for him. He also used to say, 'you have to have brass if you want to get ass.'
Maybe that's what's been holding me back, not enough brass. It is kind of silly when you think of it, that the average person waits all week just for that one big overcrowded Saturday night and then usually winds up in a bar with a bunch of other frustrated people, or goes home alone to weep on his or her lonely pillow.
Walking over to the window, Dan looked out of what he suddenly felt was his prison cell. Outside he could see hordes of beautiful women of all sizes and shapes, walking up and down the crowded avenue.
"That's it!" he snapped his finger. "I'm going to do something that I never had the guts to do before. I'm going to try picking them up."
After the usual, 'Have a nice weekend,' formalities were exchanged, Dan slipped out of the building via the stairway, thus avoiding the overcrowded elevators, or the chance of running into anyone from the office.
Once out on the sidewalk he felt like a free man. Throwing back his shoulders, he crossed the street and entered O'Connor's Bar. Twenty minutes later, well fortified for the task at hand with three shots of Scotch under his belt, he made his way into the busy street.
He didn't have to wait long when he spotted a gray-haired big bosomed woman with one of the largest asses he had seen since he had been in New York.
His pants got tight as his eyes bulged in their sockets. I would give a week's pay to get into her, he thought, as he automatically began to follow her. He knew that she was old enough to be his mother, but a stiff cock has no conscience.
Dan began to think of all the possible approaches yet all seemed corny. Suddenly, she headed toward the Central Park Zoo. Could she be meeting someone? He continued to follow, fascinated by the way the cheeks of her enormous ass moved from side to side as she walked.
Once inside the zoo, she stopped and leaned her arms on the railing of the seal pool. A girlish smile played on her face as she watched the seals splashing about in the water.
It wasn't until then that Dan pulled his eyes off her ass and looked at her face as he nonchalantly stood a few feet along side of her.
She had classical features, the real aristocratic looking type, about five feet eleven, not counting the two inch heels which made her an inch taller than Dan.
Boy! She must have been a raving beauty when she was younger, he thought, as he studied her features. Not that she's not quite a piece now. His eyes noticed the large diamond ring on the third finger of her left hand and wondered who the lucky bastard was that was getting into her.
She was strictly Park Avenue, he thought. Then his eyes fell back to that big tempting ass and he decided this was it. Now or never. Remembering his old buddy's slogan, 'You have to have brass if you want to get ass.'
"Frisky little fellow," he smiled as he casually looked into her face. "I come here from work almost every day just to look at them," he lied. "They sure have the life. They don't live just for that one big day of the week, Saturday, like most people do. They believe in enjoying themselves every day."
To himself he thought, well Danny my boy. you shot your load of shit, let's see if it landed. Looking up at her, he gave her that big Irish smile of his and looking into those big brown watery eyes of hers, he knew that he must have her.
There was a long silence that caused Dan's heart to sink. Then, like the rainbow suddenly breaking through the clouds, she too smiled and said, "How true."
That's it, Dan thought. I've got a toe hold, now I'll go for the ass hold. "By the way, I don't want you to think that I'm trying to pick you up."
"Aren't you?" She gave him a sharp look and smiled. "But you have polish, so I don't mind. You would be amazed if I told you of the approaches used by some of the creeps that have tried to pick me up."
Dan found himself also fascinated by the way she spoke. She obviously was well educated and possessed a great deal of charm. "Would you care to join me for some iced coffee?" suggested Dan.
She looked at her watch then said, "If you don't mind, how about joining me for dinner? Andre, my cook, will never forgive me if I didn't show up for dinner. He's making me one of his special recipes tonight."
Dan was overwhelmed by her suggestion. "I'll hail a cab."
"No need to," she smiled. "I live across the street."
From the park, Dan looked at the big white building. As they approached the entrance, the doorman greeted her with a smile. "Good evening, Mrs. Dawson." The response from the elevator man was the same.
Boy! To live in a pad like this, she must be loaded, Dan thought as they got off the elevator on the twenty-first floor penthouse apartment. The door opened and a uniformed butler greeted them.
After a delicious dinner by candlelight, they sat down on the sofa. Dan knew that he would have to play this deal cool or he could blow the whole thing.
"By the way, I feel a little silly, but with all the interesting conversation, I forgot to introduce myself. My name's Dan Daley," he smiled.
"And mine's Edna Dawson," she smiled, as she threw a friendly punch towards his balls.
"Hey!" He looked at her in bewilderment.
"Don't think I didn't notice you peeking at my fanny," she said, smiling. "Do you like it?"
Dan's penis nearly broke through his pants.
"I think it's too large," she said as she looked at it in the mirror.
"Are you kidding?" Dan answered as he jumped up from the sofa and pushed his hungry dick between the soft cheeks of her lightly clothed ass.
"Oh Danny, that's some flagpole you've got there. But first let me get rid of Briggs, the butler, and Andre, so we can have the place to ourselves."
"Hurry it up," Dan said with a lustful grin. "I don't know how much longer I can keep this hungry beast in my pants under control."
"Oh, you wild passionate cock," she Grinned as she ran out of the room.
Dan took off his pants and admiringly looked at his nine inch monster in the richly jeweled mirror that decorated the wall over the sofa. Maybe I can even get money out of this deal, he thought, smiling, as he stroked the torch that would be welding them together as one in a matter of moments.
Finally, after what seemed like ages, she came in. "Well, I finally got rid of ... oh!" she gasped as she looked at Dan's half naked form.
Dan beat his chest and gave a Tarzan yell. "Me man, you woman," he clowned.
Then, rushing toward her he spun her around, pulled her dress up over her head with his left hand while his right pulled down her panties.
"Wow, you are a hot one, aren't you?" she said smiling, as she quickly stepped out of her panties and let him remove her bra.
Dan couldn't wait any longer. He rammed his bursting cock straight into her soft luscious ass. "Ah," she gasped, "it hurts so good."
Then grabbing her big naked tits in his hands, he began to pump in and out. She instinctively berit over and began working her ass-hole like a fist, opening it when he plunged in, tightening it when he pulled out. She felt his hands tightening on her tits, and knew he was getting ready to come.
Beads of sweat began to drip from Dan's face. He felt that this was going to be a block buster. Then with a good long push right up to the hilt he yelled, "There she blows!" Immediately, Edna clamped her ass muscles and squeezed tightly. Wham! He came like a bolt of lightning.
"Very nice, very nice," a familiar voice congratulated them from behind.
Edna twisted around so fast that she knocked Dan to his knees. Looking up from under her bush, his eyes met Mr. Fletcher's, his boss. For a moment he felt that someone had kicked him in the solar plexus.
"You've got your goddamn nerve to come sneaking in here," she yelled.
"I'm still legally your husband," he retorted.
"Well, get the hell out of here!" she yelled, as she pushed him out of the room.
Dan just sat there on the floor, dumbfounded. He could hear them arguing with each other, then he heard the heavy slam of a door. Edna came in cursing mad.
"That dirty pig! He thinks that any time he wants to, he can come walking in here like it was Grand Central Station. Well, he'll get a big surprise when he finds the locks have been changed." Noticing the sick look on Dan's face as he sat bare-assed on the floor, she stopped. "What's the matter?"
Dan didn't answer. He was thinking that out of all the millions of broads in New York, he had to pick up Julius Fletcher's wife.
"Oh, come on now. It's not that serious," she said as she began pulling him up from the floor and on to the sofa.
Lady, it is that serious, he wanted to say. Everything I worked so damn hard for since I got to this city went with that load. But there was nothing to be gained by telling her. After all, he had been caught with his pants down.
"Do you want a drink or something?" she asked.
"No," he said, smiling feebly as he looked up at her. "Look, Edna, I don't feel very good. Would you mind terribly if I took a rain check?"
She glared down at him for a moment. He thought she was going to blow her top, then she nodded her head. "I understand. His walking in here like this really upset you. Well, before your conscience begins to bother you, I want you to know that we haven't been living together as man and wife for some time. The simple truth is that the old bastard can't get it up any more and, well, you understand, don't you, Dan?" She looked at him like a cow would look at a bull when she wanted to get fucked.
Dan understood the look and quickly got up from the sofa and put his pants on. She sighed as he tucked his cock carefully into his pants.
"When will I hear from you?" she asked, looking hungrily at him.
"I'll phone you tomorrow," he said as he quickly put on his jacket and made for the door.
"Good night, Dan," she waved.
He didn't answer as he closed the door, nervously lit a cigarette while waiting for the elevator, then headed home. What a way to spend the holiday with no job to go back to, he thought.
Suddenly, he remembered the old axiom, you've got to have brass if you want to get ass. If brass got him ass, maybe it could get him back his job again, he thought. After all, it's obvious that I'll be fired when I get back Monday, so what the hell do I have to lose? Looking in his wallet, he found the boss's address. It's around here anyway, so what the hell!
Five minutes later Dan was ringing the door bell of Mr. Fletcher's apartment. I don't know just what I'm going to tell him, thought Dan, but I'll think of something.
The door swung open and a colored girl asked, "Yeah honey, what do you want?" The greeting was a little unusual for a maid, and since when do maids wear evening gowns, he thought.
"Is Mr. Fletcher in?" he asked.
"No, honey. I expect him in any minute."
She was about five feet tall, real sexy looking with good sized breasts and a solid build.
The phone rang and she said, "Would you like to come in and wait?"
Dan walked in as she ran into the other room to answer the phone. Suddenly, he had an idea. He yelled in, "I'll call back some other time," then slammed the door hard as he sneaked into a closet that he had spotted when he came in.
He heard her come back into the room and say, "What a character! Didn't even leave his name."
Then the door bell rang three times. He could hear her open the door and then heard Mr. Fletcher's voice. Pushing the closet door open about a half inch, he could see them walking into the bedroom together, arms wrapped around each other's waists.
It wasn't until he heard the bed creaking before he tip-toed into the large well furnished bedroom. There, lying nude on his back was old man Fletcher. He was telling her how he had caught one of his employees fucking his wife and how he would use this as evidence in getting out of payments that he was giving her while they were separated.
Why, the hypocritical old bastard, thought Dan, as he watched her pour a golden brown liquid on his limp four inch cock.
"Nothing like maple syrup to make a salty tasting cock taste sweet," she whispered as she rubbed it between his legs and in between the cheeks of his ass.
Dan's cock rose and he began to breathe heavily as he watched the action. In less time than it takes to tell, she was out of her black and silver evening gown and placing her cunt, which also had been rubbed with maple syrup, on old man Fletcher's face.
While she swooped down like a bat and engulfed his small balls with her big lips, he groaned in satisfaction. It was the old sixty-nine position with a new ingredient added to give it taste.
Dan had a hard time keeping from jerking off. Now her lips released his tiny balls and grabbed his small limp cock like a bird grabbing a worm in its beak, and began sucking it with a vengeance.
"It's going up, it's going up!" Old man Fletcher cried as he madly began to suck her heavily syruped cunt.
That's when Dan made his big entrance. He walked over to the bed and stared down hard into the eyes of Mr. Fletcher. Mr. Fletcher stared back at him like he had just been electrocuted. His face with the long gooey black hairs hanging out of his mouth was really something to see.
Then Dan turned and walked out of the room, slammed the door as hard as he could and ran down the stairs out into the street. He turned the comer fast, stopped, lit a cigarette, then laughed to himself.
"Well, with what I've got on that old bastard now, hell never fire me," he said to himself. Looking up at the star-studded sky, he said, "Danny, my boy, it looks like you're going to have a fine holiday after all."