Fragments Fiction

"Wake up fartface! Your room stinks of not getting outside, give the maid a break to clean the stench out and come with us," Jason said. Jason, James and Meat stood in the doorway of Tyler's room. Jason pulled the sheets the hospital bed aside and exposed Tyler Skyhaven's body. Tyler retained his impressively arms and shoulders. His muscular torso twisted as he grabbed the sheets and wrapped his body back under them. He curled around and tucked the stumps of his legs up underneath him. Jason told him earlier in the week that he was going to take him out to the beach today. Tyler had told him he didn't want to go. He was just as adamant today.

"Go fuck yourself, asshole. I ain't your god-damn, fucking bitch. I ain't leaving with any of you do-good bastards anytime, anywhere, anyhow. Now go eat shit and fucking die," Tyler flipped Jason the bird with both hands and then turned on his stomach and raised his asshole at the door. He cut loose a hearty fart that marked the sheets. Jason readied a wheelchair for Tyler to sit on.

"You're coming to the beach house today, not tomorrow or the next day, today. You will spend some time in the sun and surf. No more of this laying around and wallowing in self-pity," Jason said. He poked Tyler's shoulder and motioned at the chair. Tyler slapped his hand away. James tugged at the blankets and Tyler just yanked them back over his half-of a-body.

"I don't give a fuck if I lie here naked. Get away from me, asswipe! I'll fuck your pansy ass in the sand tomorrow. Right now you can go piss in a bottle and drink it for all I care," Tyler screamed so loud that the windows rattled. They could hear the older women in the nursing home clucking at the curses.

"Now that wasn't a very nice thing to yell, was it?" Meat asked.

"Fuck you bastard, I ain't going anywhere to flop around on no fucking beach with no fucking legs. I ain't no fucking sand flea. I ain't no fucking pity case for some rich queer to entertain," he yelled again. He grabbed a blanket from the bottom of the bed and rolled his body inside it.

"The counselors, shrinks, and therapists all tell me it would do you a world of good to get outside. So you are going to the beach today. Tomorrow and every day thereafter, you can wallow in your self pity but today you will leave this home," Meat ordered. James and Jason knew it was an order. They moved to either side of the bed to get a grip on Tyler. Tyler's head popped up to take a good look at Meat.

"Who the fuck are you? Who died and made you the fucking authority? Suck my shitty balls, queer-boy. You and your friends can go eat shit and die. Tell me why all you dick-wad orderlies think you can order the patients around. You want to carry me out of the joint naked? Go ahead, it'll give the little old ladies a thrill. Go ahead, if you're man enough," Tyler yanked the blankets off what was left of his body.

The improvised explosive device didn't leave much of his legs when it blew his Humvee thirty feet into the air. Tyler had an impossibly small waist and two small stumps left for legs. Scars filled his back where buttocks once existed. His long cock and ample balls flopped on the bed between his stumps. James grabbed one of his arms and Jason grabbed the other. They spun him with his back to the foot of the bed. Meat, the third man, slipped his arms under Tyler's arms and grabbed Tyler's wrists.

"Put me down you fucking asshole, I ain't going anywhere," Tyler screamed. “Rape, rape," Tyler shrieked so loud his voice echoed. He twisted his body out of Jason and James's grasp and then clawed at Meat's wrists in order to break his hold.

Tyler knew all about pressure points and exposed nerves in a man's hands. He broke the grip of the orderlies by hitting those nerves. None of the orderlies would try to tangle with him. However, Meat wasn't human and didn't care. Try as he could, Travis couldn't break Meat's grip. Meat simply secured his grip and lifted Tyler off the bed. Tyler twisted and contorted leaving Meat no choice but to hold him above the bed. He wanted to set him on the wheelchair but Tyler decided to empty last night's dinner onto Meat's feet.

"Aw, I soiled your shoes," Tyler said in mock sorrow. Meat lifted Tyler up high and stepped back. Jason quickly wiped Tyler's ass while James cleaned off Meat's shoes.

"you got them there fairy boys trained good, jackass. I got more shit if you want it," Tyler chuckled. Meat tightened his grip around Tyler's chest.

"Not if you want to live, asshole. Now behave or die right here," Meat's hot breath battered Tyler's ear. He screamed and cursed as Meat carried him down the hallway naked. Several patients and nurses cheered them onward. Their elation only pissed off Tyler even more. He unleashed a stream of vulgarity that surprised and embarrassed everyone but Meat. In one deft move, Meat shifted Tyler in his arms and succeeded in covering Tyler's mouth with one of his own hands.

"Now you really shouldn't say things like that. It's rude to everyone here," Meat said in his ear. Tyler tried again to pry Meat's hands from his body but he couldn't break his grip. The man never seemed to tire. They got stares as they walked through the parking lot. James and Jason opened the car door. Tyler tried to get away again but Meat's grip seemed to grow stronger and stronger the more Tyler struggled. Meat maintained his grip on Tyler as he climbed into the SUV.

"What the fuck are you?" Tyler exclaimed to Meat as he set his naked body on the seat.

"If you leave skid marks in my car, I'm going to make you clean the fucking seat with your tongue. Now you behave like a big boy. You're spending a day or two at the beach. You got that Gunnery Sergeant Tyler Skyhaven?" Meat issued the order with such vehemence that he frightened Tyler. Tyler squeaked out two words - "Yes Sir." After that, he behaved for the rest of the ride.

They drove to a private cove on Kilauea. A small beach house with a carport stood back from the white sands and sparkling blue water. You could hear waves gently pounding the shore. Kilauea volcano stood as a backdrop with its lush greenery and belching volcano. Jason, James and the strong man undressed leaving their clothes on the seats of the car. They all had deeply tanned muscular bodies. Their muscles rippled as they moved. Tyler looked at his mangled body and felt ashamed. Meat walked into the house while James disappeared behind the carport.

"We have a rule here, no clothes on the beach. Naked dicks don't bother us. You're perfectly dressed," Jason said. James appeared from behind the house driving an electric cart with sand wheels. He parked it about ten feet from the back of the car. He pointed out that it was tricked out so that Tyler could drive it.

"You want me to fly to it? Bring it closer," Tyler said. Jason laughed.

"No fucking way, Dude. You want out of the SUV then you climb out of the SUV and walk on your hands over the concrete and sand to get to the cart. You got two good arms. The boss man told us that a little sand up what's left of your ass crack will give you a reason to be miserable," Jason said. Tyler started to swear but the man who carried him out to the car interrupted.

"We weren't introduced earlier. My name is Meat. This is my estate such as it is and you are my guest for as long as you want to stay on the beach," he said and held out his hand. Tyler shook it. Again, Meat's grip felt like a vise. Tyler took a good, hard look distance between his body and the cart. He leaned both arms downward set both hands on the ground. He slid forward and twisted his body into a handstand. He walked over to the cart on his hands. His stumps flapped slightly. The scars at his hips showed how little bone the explosive device left. Tyler was lucky he could sit on the plastic hip replacements inside his body. He twisted over and set himself upright onto the cart.

"There, you satisfied, now? I didn't have to get sand all over me," Tyler said. Jason laughed.

"We usually swim this time of day. Just drive out there ahead of us and we'll meet you by the flag. We'll bring everything we need," Jason said. The three men walked to a cabana to collect the beach stuff. Tyler pointed the cart towards the beach and drove away.

"Hey Meat, where'd you put the flag?" Jason asked when Tyler couldn't hear them.

"On Nikki's dune," Meat said. Jason and James chuckled. It was going to be a fun afternoon. They collected the beach stuff and loaded it on a cart. They walked slowly out to the stretch of the beach that they called Nikki's dune. To their surprise, Tyler was off the cart and sitting on the sand smiling.

"Hey, I thought you just decided to hide in your rooms at the nursing home and play video games," Tyler said. With his stumps on the sand, he looked like he was standing. Jason hated what he had to say but Tyler had to face the reality of his body.

"We made surfboard for you to use," Jason took the board from the cart and set if in front of Tyler. It was the proper length and had straps for Tyler's legs. Tyler boosted him body onto the board before he realized that he was half-erect. James and Jason covered him with sun tan oil then went out to swim and surf. Meat joined them on and off, but mostly, Meat cooked and served the drinks while relaxing in the sun.

Meat barbequed a local fish for lunch. After lunch, they lay on the blankets to get a tan. Tyler couldn't get comfortable. When he lay on his back, he kept getting erections. He noticed that Jason and James did too and they just slept as though nothing was happening. He finally dozed off for a half an hour and suddenly woke up with his skin feeling hot. He looked at his body and saw fiery red sunburn. The beach seemed too comfortable. He shrugged and rolled over onto his stomach. The blanket itched so bad that he rolled off the blanket and onto the sand. The soft, white sand caressed his body. He laid his head on his arms and squirmed his body comfortable in the sand. As he slept, he humped the sand.

"Hey sleepy head, it's time to see the reef. Come on, we got scuba gear ready for you," Jason said. Tyler woke sleepily He pushed up on his hands and felt Jason grab him.

"We've got to strap a tank on your back, just stay still. The air tanks aren't that big but they are heavy," He pulled Tyler's arms back and let James slide the harness over Tyler's shoulders. When they rolled Tyler onto his back and sat him against the tank, his cock popped out of the sand half-erect and crusty. Tyler blushed hard. He turned even redder than his sunburn. James and Jason laughed.

"Nikki's dune gets everyone hard. We're used to it. There's just something about this piece of sand makes you want to fuck it," Jason teased

"Yeah, we buried Nickki right on this spot just so we can blame it on Nikki," Meat announced said as Jason lifted Tyler's hips and let James fit the harness to his stumps.

"You buried Nicki here? We're sitting on a grave?" Tyler asked pulling away from the sand. Meat laughed heartily.

"No, no, no, the truth is that he's very much alive. A couple years ago, we entertained a champion swim team and one of the kids, Nikki by name, tried to seduce me on that mound of sand. Now we joke that it's his grave,"

"Was he cute and humpy?" Tyler asked. Meat's face lit up. This was the first sign of humor out of Tyler.

"You're damn right he was cute and humpy. He now works for my company on the island and he's always hot to trot," Meat answered. Jason strapped his tank onto his body.

"...and I'll bet that you fuck him regularly," Tyler chided. Jason motioned for Tyler to grab onto his body. He pulled up against Jason's chest and wrapped his arm over the orderly's shoulders. Tyler and Jason were face to face. He walked right into the surf until Tyler floated. Then he pushed him to an inflatable raft. They had a battery-operated propeller device for Tyler to use. Tyler took to the water immediately. His arms were strong enough for him to swim without the mechanical propeller some of the time. He floated among schools of brightly colored fish. The reefs glittered in the sunlight and abounded with squid, octopi and lobster.

"You swim look like a seal when you swim," James joked with Tyler when they stopped to change their air tanks.

"That's a bunch of shit, doofus. I don't look like one of those fucking cute-pie, doe-eyed baby seals," Tyler floated on the water.

"No, I don't mean those baby seals they in those stupid fur ads. I mean the big grown ones. You look just like a seal the way your body slims down into two stumps instead of legs," James braced Tyler as Jason changed the tank.

"You've got too much time on your hands, dude. If anything, I'd rather be a I'd rather be a dolphin or a porpoise," Tyler laughed.

"Meat owns a company that makes wet suits. I'll bet they could make a wetsuit that would fit you. I'm sure that they'd come out and take measurements," Jason added.

"Yeah, that would be different, you know. They could adapt a wetsuit and make you as sleek in the water as a seal," James suggested. Tyler wasn't impressed with the idea.

"What the fuck for?" Tyler asked. He put the regulator back into his mouth and submerged. They spent the rest of the afternoon scuba diving.

When the tide came in, James and Jason removed Tyler's weights and let him bodysurf into a small round cove surrounded by multicolored coral deposits. Tyler loved bodysurfing onto the beach. He let the waves pull him back out to sea a half dozen times and surfed back into the cove. Exhausted, Tyler let a large wave push him high up on the beach. He lay on his back naked on the sand a few feet below the tide line. Tyler felt great. Most of the waves just barely touched the stumps of his legs. Every fifth or sixth wave came up higher and when it did, it sucked Tyler's body into the sand. Sand began to build up around Tyler. Jason and James pulled the raft high up onto the beach and brought bottled beer back to Tyler. They threw a couple handfuls of sand onto Tyler's chest as a joke. Tyler let the next wave wash it away.

"I might start calling you oyster boy you sink any deeper into the sand. Oysters hide by letting the water cover them with sand," Jason said. Tyler laughed. He took a bottle of beer from Jason and drank it.

"I really enjoyed the swimming and the scuba and the fish. I guess I owe you for getting me out of the nursing home,"

"The water's warm. The sand is free and the sun will set in a little while. Sunsets are particularly beautiful out here. Lay back, relax," James said.

"This morning you guys were beating me over the head about staying inside. Now you're giving me grief about enjoying the water too much," Tyler wagged a finger at Meat. He pushed a small sand crab off his body and let the next wave wash it away. He closed his eyes, stretched his arms out and lay back on the sand. Normally nightmares visited him anytime he closed his eyes. This time, nothing happen.

"Tell me when the sun hits the water. I just feel like closing my eyes," Tyler said and let his eyelids drift shut. He slept peacefully for a few minutes. James and Jason let the waves and pile more sand around Tyler. The water and sand sucked his arms under the sand and arched his back while he swept. The tiny, young sand crabs nestled against his body.

"Look at that sunset. It's got that hot reflection off the water," Meat said. Tyler opened his eyes and watched the sun sinking into the horizon. He tried to sit up but discovered that the sand held him tight. He struggled against the weight and the suction of the wet sand. Only his torso, head and shoulders stuck out of the sand. His erect cock poked out of a fuzzy patch of sand like a lighthouse. A dozen three-inch-long, sand crabs clutched at his pubic hair.

"Wet sand has a powerful suction. Dude. It's been known grab and hold people in its grip," Jason said. Tyler struggled just a little and then relaxed. Laying here was pleasant, enjoyable and he was enjoying it too much.

"We'll let you spend the night here if you like the waves washing over you like that. The biggest problem are the little sand crabs that sneak up and try to take a bite out of you," James said.

"I'll bite them back," Tyler said. They laughed. James herded sand crabs toward Tyler's face and body. Tyler fussed and yelled as the sand crabs latched onto his body to keep from floating away. The critters walked over his face, nipped his ears and nose. He could feel a group clinging to his cock and balls. Others nipped at his chest. Tyler laughed at their size.

Unexpectedly, A wave came up and washed over his face creating a little fountain. The little crabs grabbed tight to Tyler's face and body. A half dozen grabbed the hair on his head. Another bunch grabbed onto his chest hairs and nipples. More latched onto his cock holding tight to his foreskin and crotch hair. They grabbed his nose and lips The ones that didn't latch on washed down the beach. The crabs didn't hurt as much as tickle him with their wiggling and thrashing in the water. Tyler sputtered at the water.

"Where's the high tide line, guys?" Tyler asked.

"A couple feet above your head, Dude. Next time you lie on the beach you've got to get above the tide line," Meat joked.

"Next time, how about this time? Chase these little critters away and pull me up, guys," Tyler let another wave wash over his body. He felt the sand moving beneath his body.

"This time? The sand crabs like your body, maybe we should let you stay here tonight. Tomorrow morning we'll come back here at low tide and dig you out of the sand." Meat said.

"Hey this isn't a joke anymore guys. Get me out of this sand," Tyler said. The crabs on Tyler's lip wouldn't let go. Other crabs latched onto the ones already attached to his body. He felt them burrowing under his body to displace the sand. Every time a wave passed over his body it washed away the loose sand and Tyler sank deeper into the sand.

"Wave coming in," Meat said. Tyler took a deep breathe and held it. The next wave covered him completely. The sand crabs dug in and held tight. They really didn't hurt but they grew in numbers. When he felt air on his face, he opened his mouth and took a breath. He could see the three men sitting to either side of him.

"Remember last Tuesday when you repeatedly told Jason and half the staff at the nursing home that you'd sell your soul to the devil just to get out of the nursing home? And doubly so if you could walk around and enjoy life again?" Meat asked.

"Well, I'm the devil and I'm here to collect on your bargain. You have three choices: If you still want to get out of the nursing home and walk around someday then you'll accept my terms; or, you can go back to the nursing home and live the rest of your life in despair; or, we can just let you drown. What do you want to do?" Meat asked.

"This isn't a joke, is it, mystery man," Tyler asked. Meat was impressed. Most people didn't believe him right away.

"No it isn't. Here's another wave," Meat warned. Tyler took a breath and held it. This wave completely covered Tyler's chest and torso with sand. The sand crabs held on for all they were worth. They let themselves be buried under the sand. They were safe from the waves now. When the water receded only Tyler's mouth and nose were free of sand.

"Speak up, you only have one or two more waves to tell me that you accept. If not, Jason will put a breathing tube in your mouth and we'll dig you out tomorrow. By the way, the crabs will lay eggs and molt overnight," Meat said.

"Fuck the sand crabs. What will you do if I refuse? Take me back to the nursing home?" Tyler asked.

"Sounds like a plan to me. Incoming wave," Meat said. Tyler took a deep breath and felt the wave break. It covered him for what seemed a long time. He could see and feel the water above his face. The loose sand flowed around his head. The rough bodies of the sand crabs hugged against him holding more sand. Tyler held his breath until finally, he felt Jason's fingers wipe a layer of sand from his mouth. He gasped for fresh air and took a deep breath. His hearing was muffled by the sand. It was too dark to see much of anything.

"One more wave and then it's up to Jason to stay here to keep your breathing tube above water until morning. Then you'll go back to a life of misery at the nursing home. Otherwise, if you think you can hold your breath for a really, really long time, say nothing and die. I'll see you in hell shortly after. Accept and all will be well. What's your answer?" Meat delivered his final ultimatum. Tyler took a deep breath.

"I agree. Everything I have is yours, my body, my soul, everything. But I'll tell you, this sand and these crabs, all of this is restful. I used to close my eyes and get nightmares, flashbacks and visions of war. When I slept on this beach, nothing happened. When I close my eyes there's only water, sand crabs, and waves. It's like the water washed the bad things away." Tyler's revelation surprised James and Jason.

"And you want to sleep, here, don't you," Meat stated the obvious.

"Yes, it's been a long time since I had a good night's sleep. You can do anything you want with me tomorrow, but please, please, please, let me spend tonight on this beach, just the sand crabs and me. Please let me stay out here under the sand for a while even if it's with a breathing tube in my mouth," Tyler asked.

"You belong to me body and soul. You don't have to worry about the breathing tube. Just relax and enjoy the sand crabs," Meat answered.

"That's all I have to do? Just stay here and be a home for the sand crabs?" Tyler asked.

"Someday I'll come back and carry you down to hell or give you work to do on the land. But for now, just relax and enjoy being part of the beach," Meat answered.

"Incoming wave," Jason announced. Tyler felt the water rush over the beach and cover him. He opened his eyes and discovered that the water was deep enough for him to see sand crabs floating over his face, the tiny aquatic creatures swam towards him. He didn't know it but these were reef builders preparing to calcify him. Other creatures, plankton and tiny fish, small shrimp and an baby octopus floated in the water above his face. The water level didn't recede for a long time and when it did, it left only his nose poking out of the water.

He could feel the reef builders settle on his face, attaching themselves to his skin. The water blurred his vision of the night sky.

Memories of the harsh reality of war, the killing, the deaths of his friends, his amputations and all that horror seemed to float away on the surface of the water. Tyler relaxed in the sand's heavy and comforting grip. He lay there for the first time in years at peace with himself. No more nightmares crept into his mind. No more scenes of war suddenly appeared before him. He felt a prickly sensation on his body as the reef builders and sand crabs started to remake him.

Another wave rushed over them and this time the water didn't retreat. Tyler tried to hold his breath for a few minutes and then just let it bubble out of his mouth. He abandoned his body to the sea and the creatures in it. Water rushed inside his lungs. Drowning wasn't as painful as he expected it to be. He could feel the plankton and other small aquatic creatures taking up residence in his lungs. He opened his lips and swallowed the salty water. A tough, salty drink but a good drink he thought.

The water above his face shifted with each wave as the tide made the pool deeper and deeper. Thousands of small floating things peeked at his eyes and then started to work on his body. Everywhere, everything they touched tingled as living creatures bonded to Tyler's body. He felt their gratitude for creating their new home. He felt them on his arms and legs, his cock, his abs, his chest, his face, his eyes, everywhere. They deposited calcium and silicon all through his body, changing his soft flesh into hard coral. The sand crabs started to form tunnels and passages around his head and face so they could live and thrive. He watched busily them moving around his head through the water.

By morning, the reef builders and sand crabs had made Tyler their home. His body had become a mass of brilliantly colored coral. Jason and James waited until the low tide to slide Tyler's heavily calcified body deeper into the pool so he would remain underwater all of the time. Tyler would have thanked them if he could but he could only move his eyes. Once he was safely installed in deep water, the sea creatures celebrated their new habitat with a burst of reef building consolidating Tyler's ever changing body with the existing reef. Jason visited daily and watched to see that nothing went amiss. Tyler spent the days and nights in peace with his surroundings.

Months passed before Meat visited the pool with Jason.

"I made the arrangements with the nursing home. They will bury his effects in Arlington. How long will you let him stay here?" Jason seldom asked Meat about his plans for the future. It was dangerous. He had seen Meat punish powerful demons for prying into his affairs. Meat just cleared his throat.

"I only ask because Tyler was so full of anger and hate. He seemed to find peace with himself and the world," Jason quickly qualified his question.

"Time is so subjective," Meat said. Jason was disappointed in that answer but he didn't say anything else. Unexpectedly, Meat spoke again.

"Let's start calling this Tyler's reef. Tell James and the others, would you," Meat turned to walk away but stopped. "Just for the record, Kilauea's eruption won't destroy this particular pool for another hundred thousand years. Even then, I can move the pool to one of the barrier reefs where it could last several million years. I have all that time to prepare an assignment for Tyler. That much rest and he should be ready for his next assignment," Meat said wistfully. Jason's opened his eyes wide in surprise. Meat smiled and hugged Jason to his chest. This is strange. Meat's never sentimental, thought Jason.

"Tyler deserved exactly the hell I gave him - premature burial, drowning, having the sea creatures consume his body, being calcified into a coral reef. He's at rest... and since I don't need him right now, he can rest for a few years. Just to calm your curiosity, I've reserved the really hellish hells for those who planned and caused the war and not those who only fought it," Meat explained. He tousled Jason's hair. Jason listened to the demon's heart beating softly in Meat's chest. He understood Tyler's fate and never asked about Meat about him again.

The two men walked back to the beach house and spent the night in wild, passionate sex.

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