The Cock Goes “Marf Marf Marf”

The preschool had a Christmas play. At the end, Russian Santa gave the students all a bag of gifts. I am sitting in the play-room as the children riffle through their bags.

A small boy named H, who speaks English well, walks up to me holding a fake chicken.

“Marf-marf-marf,” he says, poking me with the beak of the toy chicken. It is actually rather sharp. And, it actually rather hurts.

“Stop that H. That isn’t the sound it makes.”

“Yes, it is. Marf-marf-marf.” He begins stabbing me once more.

“No, chickens go cluck-cluck.”

“Not a chicken,” H says, “it’s a cock.”

I feel a tickle in my throat. I cough. It’s only been a couple weeks since the incident. I try to avert catastrophe. It’s not even a rooster this time.

“Okay, yes, a cock. Good, go play with your—“ I feel myself smiling. I force a frown.

The pressure in my chest increases.

“My cock? Marf-marf-marf” H says.

“Mhm” I manage. I can feel a wiggling in my throat like a stuck cough drop.

“You play with my cock with me?”

I shake my head vigorously.

The lump in my throat grows bigger. I feel like I am chocking. H starts stabbing me with the fake chicken again.

“My cock is biting you. Marf-marf-marf!”

I open my mouth to tell him to stop but instead the sopping wet bloody head of a twelve-year-old boy forces itself out past my lips. It tastes of iron.

It bursts out laughing.

Strings of its hair are stuck in my two front teeth. H is staring at me. Horror in his eyes. I panic. I chomp down. The head falls to the floor. It doesn’t stop laughing. I scoop it up and put my hand over its mouth. It starts licking my hand. I hold it tight to my chest.

I look at H. He is crying. I put a bloody finger to my lips.

“Shh.” I tell him. I stand up and make for the door. A teacher opens it.

“Oh, Hello,” she says smiling.

“Hi.”

“Did you see Santa Clause brought all the students cocks?”

The head wriggles between my fingers. The teacher looks down at my blood-soaked hands.

“What is that!” she asks. I open my hands guiltily.

The laughter rings around the room.

THE END

This story is a sequel of sorts to The Big Beautiful Cock. Click the picture below to check it out:

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