Gun City

there’s a choice between two different types of car. fast and smooth and big and chunky. you pick the fast and smooth type.

if you start having sex at the start line you get a bonus to your speed. something has to go in a hole somewhere. it’s a penetrative sport. you can argue semantics about what sex is with the board of directors. they’ve been doing that for years. clit on clit and cock on cock is just not pornographic enough for them. i’ve been in these meetings. at the end they go WHO CARES ANYWAY IT’s JUST A SPEED BOOST

In Gun City a Speed Boost is life or death.

They bash their head against the road 1, 2, 3 times, as the car flips over. Broken neck and a billion dollars lost in the blink of an eye. Guess which one’s more important. Yeah you’re fucking right it is. And the crowd goes wild.

The silence that overcomes them when you die from a thousand mile an hour impact is like the shock of a wave breaking over a flood barrier. it’s like cumming. Like death. You’re a red splotch on the carpet. Hoover you up with their mouths like spilled wine and a dog that’s rabidly insistent to eat anything that falls on the ground. The ground is forsaken territory. All things that fall are collective property in a world that doesn’t respect collectivism. Re-privatised. Your Smashed Body. Turned into merchandise. 100 for a leg bone and 50 for a pic of the eyes. Hardly seems like a stable economy.

Somewhere, in the glass walled galleries that overlook the stadium someone fires off a shotgun aimlessly. It’s as much of a spectacle as down on the track. Just a smaller and more refined audience. A waiter has been blasted, their body hits the glass. Two young men were caught in the blast range too and the medical attendants are first at their side. There was a small child too, behind them all, who was crushed by the falling waiter. Their death was blamed on the service worker’s family of course and they never saw any of the damages that were eventually brought against the shotgun weilder by Gun City Governor. His two beautiful sons experienced mildly severe being shot to the leg and a waiter killed a child.

If you can believe it it’s all over the sports section. And the next race is still happening. Fistfiveways Fivefist Fuckdown is the next race. It’s happening tonight and for the rest of the week. Can you still race?

I hope so. We have a lot riding on you kid. Don’t worry. We’ll install a new fuckmate in there the old one is getting rusty we know. They’ll be finest quality. Don’t worry. I know you care about these things and so I expressly wish that you don’t panic. You’ll go in smooth. Hard cock smooth into the ass yeah it’s easy like that. Then you’ll be set. Look come here and give your mother a kiss. It’ll be fine.

The lights are too bright.

The bullet you have in your left pocket and the single shooter you have in your right. You used to do this magic trick at the bar where you’d put them like that, put your hands over your head, and then someone pulls out the gun and it’s loaded with the bullet. How did you do it? Even you don’t know. You’re playing hard to get these days. You’re playing diva kid.

On the finishing line.

On the start.

have you taken your pill. yeah, you’re hard and wet. Ready To Race. It’s gonna be a good one in gun city tonight.