Dyker Park

Dyker Park
by Peter Cooper copyright 2004
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Many thoughts were racing through Cane Mulligan's mind as he stepped on the rubber and faced and faced the last batter of the game. (Will I see what I saw for the past month? Will I hear what I heard for the past month. I wish I could keep this game going forever, so I won't have to face what I witnessed for the past month another night. Please God help me!) The game was going to be a blowout and shutout with the score being eleven to nothing in favor of Cane's team the Vipors. Scalia High's baseball team. Dusk was fast approaching and the evening was well on it's way to being the first chill of the coming winter. The fields of Dyker Park have no lights, and Cane knows that if he does not wrap this one up, the game will be called on account of darkness, and that his teamates will string him up by the balls if he lets their eleven runs and whole season go to waste. This was the championship game after all.
Cane faced the inevitable and struck out the final batter as a chorus of cheers resounded from the stands and everyone rushed the mound to celebrate. As he weaved quietly through the crowd of people who were having fun, he looked in vain for his father and sister. Like many other important times in his life, they were not here to cheer him on. Cane Mulligan entered the golf course to go home as nobody noticed him vanish.
The golf course of Dyker Park was used as a shortcut by most kids in the neighborhood to head home or wherever they were headed. He first discovered the golfcourse when he and his best friend Jake Marino were riding their bikes back in grammar school, and found a busted out portion of the fencing surrounding it and decided to chart out new territory. Jake and Cane basically had their whole neighborhood of Bayhurst,Brooklyn known like the back of their hand. Coincidentally, they had both become familiar with the fronts of their hands as well, dreaming of the girls in class or the ones in the stack of videos and magazines Jake's older brother kept in his room.
While Cane walked home on this chilly October 30th night, he remembered those days and how carefree and burdenless life was. Now, just like his life, Dyker Park seemed much darker, sinister and foreboding than ever before. The golfcourse of Dyker Park was a public one and was not significantly different from millions of others. It had bunkers, ponds, hills and old men and women in ridiculous looking outfits and driving little carts. That was during the day. At night anyone could be waiting behind the next tree or bush waiting to pounce. The sun was now setting and the shadows were getting very long.
Cane had walked halfway through the park and at this point nothing could be heard in the five square mile area exept for crickets sounding their approval at the arrival of twilight, and the loons responding in the eerie call of the nocturnal. "The children of the night. What music they make!" He looked over at one particular slope that he recalled sledding on most every winter of his childhood. It was this thought that kept him from turning his Fruit of the Looms into a fudge factory, because he was scared. Very scared.
Cane could not help supress the images and sounds burned into his memory from this past month, which happened to be October. The images of the fires, the howling of dogs, squealing of pigs, erotic moans of women, chanting, high pitched agony of cats. He remembered trying to get a look, but only saw fire in the distance and those sounds. Those horrible sounds! He thought to himself (There is no train service from the park to my house. If I take the bus it will be an hour and a half, if I'm lucky and if I walk all the way around, it will be close to three hours. Brooklyn is a big place. At least this way is only an hour.) He also continued thinking (God damn that coach Werner! Not letting us bring cell phones to the game! And actually doing inspections!)
Cane's heart was racing and he started to sweat again, but not from pitching an entire game. It was from good old fashioned panic and terror as he suddenly felt a heavy hand on the back of his neck. He turned his body around faster than Reagan McNeil's head, and was beholding the tall man in a red cloak and hood staring back at him. He could not make out the features, as the figure was surrounded by darkness. Cane did not want to find out. He ran full speed toward the other end of the park hoping to God that he would make it out alive. Another ten minutes later, he did. He stopped when he got out to the open streets to catch his breath and look behind him for the first time. Nothing. He ran the next mille home without looking back. The figure back in the park, stood, looking dreamily at his hands. In one of them was a lock of Cane's long curly hair.
The next day at school, everyone was congratulating him on a job well done in the game. Suddenly almost all of the females in school were throwing themselves at him, and this caught him off guard since he was never the ladies man.(Pimpled scarred skin, skinny, lanky and socially akward) He took particular interest in one of them however. Janet Tully was a very attractive senior with blonde hair, round breasts and a nice tight rump.
"I heard you were amazing at the game last night Cane." she said to him as he was opening his locker.
"Yeah I guess so." Cane replied, shrugging his shoulders and looking absently at the floor. "Listen" she continued. "I want to take you out tonight. Just you and me. No friends. I'll pick you up at eight o'clock. Don't say no because I know you don't work tonight and how can you resist this?" At which point she slyly lifted up her short skirt to expose her finely trimmed airline strip over her rosy pink beaver, and then quickly cupped his schlong over his pants. "Ok" was all Cane could muster at the moment. After regaining his composure for a moment he added,
"I live at 8872" when he was cut off by Janet.
"I know where you live."
"How?"
"I just do. Plus I'm a big fan of yours." Just like that she was gone down the crowded hallway after ducking into the girl's bathroom. (Jeez, that was creepy in way way) Cane thought to himslef.(But what the hell, she seems like an easy lay.)
Later on in the day, during his last period history class, Cane suddenly felt an intense throbbing in his loins, and he quickly acheived a hard on and ejaculated in his pants. All in about one minute. He looked down and noticed the huge wet spot showing through his light brown jeans. Cindy Spitz, who sat next to him, caught this entire episode and gave him an extremely seductive look as she tongued the top of her eraser. He felt dizzy and quickly packed up his books and walked out of class.
After rushing to the gym, while holding his backpack in front of his crotch, and changing into his dirty sweats, Cane hopped on the bus and went home. Larry, Cane's father, was sitting in his lounge chair watching a documentary on David Berkowitz when he asked his son,
"Home early today son huh?"
"Yes dad. Mr. Coleman let us out early."
"Are you sure nothing out of the ordinary happened today?"
"No. I mean yes. Yes I'm sure nothing out of the ordinary happened today."
"Why are you wearing your gym clothes."
"Oh, some kid spilled fruit punch on me during lunch, so I had to change. By the way dad, I am going out tonight."
"Have a date?"
"Yes."
"Alright, I'll see you later. I'm going out tonight also."
Larry went out on certain nights and kept a weird schedual, but Cane never questioned where he went to. He knew his father could have a raging temper. Cane went up to his room, then jumped in the shower. While showering, he realized what a truly bizarre and horrific two days it had been. A bizarre month as well. Strange feelings and occurances have been happening to him all month. Cane thought (My God, why was everyone, especially the girls, being so nice to me, and one of them even showing me her snatch and groping my dick in the hallway and asking me out. Then the hard on and the cumming. My head has also been feeling pleasantly dizzy all week. I don't even want to remember last night either. And why was dad so inquisitive? It was almost as if he knew exactly what was going on. He never seemed that interested. On the way back to his bedroom, his sister Chloe had her door ajar then suddenly peered out at Cane, then slammed the door shut when he saw her.
"What the fuck is going on?" he muttered to himself.
He took a nap. When he woke up a seven his father and sister were both gone. He got dressed and wandered around in the dark empty house by himself. The doorbell rang at precisely eight o'clock. Cane opened the door and saw Janet in a delightfully tight sweater, accentuating her round supple breasts, and very tight hip hugging jeans, accentuating an ass that could be rocked and hammered till she begged him to stop.(at least that's what Cane thought) She led him to her car down the dimly lit street and they both stepped into the 2000 Chevy Tahoe. Women who drove trucks turned Cane on for some reason. He was also aware that a feeling swept through his body, that he would go along with anything. Cane Mulligan felt utterly powerless.
"Are you feeling good tonight?" Janet asked.
"I feel like I'v never felt before and I can't quite describe it. The feeling is getting stronger and stronger too."
"Does it feel like your body is just one big giant orgasam?"
"Yeah, that pretty much describes it, but why do I feel like this?"
"I am going to show you soon enough if you want."
"I want! I want!"
Sometime between this point and the arrival of their destination, Cane completely forgot all about the past month. Forgot all about the strange noises in the park, the screams, the moans. Forgot all exept the image of the figure in the hood amidst the darkness. He was completely in the moment.
"Where are you taking me?" he asked. "I want to know now."
"We aren't going someplace that you have not already been before is all I can tell you right now. I don't mean to keep you in suspense, but I am not permitted."
"What do you mean not permitted? His protestations were only verbal in nature. Internally, he was curious to say the least about what the coming evening was to hold for him. Nothing was holding him back now.
"You will find out everything soon enough. Don't worry everything will be fine." Janet assured him.
They continued driving in silence for about another twenty minutes when Cane realized they were headed for Dyker Park. Ripples of fear flowed through every fiber of his being with the understanding that Cane Mulligan's life was about to change for the rest of his life for better or worse, and the absolute worst thing about all of this was that by some supernatural force, he was powerless to stop or resist anything. The Tahoe pulled up along the baseball diamonds side of the park and Cane and Janet stepped out.
As they approached the entrance to the gates they were approached by a stranger who came out of the shadows; or what at first appeared to be a stranger in plain clothes. He walked up to them and said nothing, then raised his left and and signaled for Janet to proceed with Cane. They all entered the park together and it was at this point that Cane realized who the stranger was. It was Mr. Simmons, Scalia High's principal. In addition Cane's conscience completely dissipated. He was not even verbalizing his being uncomfortable. Earlier, he at least knew something was not quite right. Now he knew he was under a spell and did not care. He loved it. He wanted to cum.
As they crossed the basesball diamonds, Mr. Simmons began telling him,
"We are glad you've come Cane. We've been waiting for this night a long time. Since the day you were born as a matter of fact. We in the tribe have decided that this would be the night. Or should I say the stars decided it long ago. Your ceremony awaits Cane. You are ready to join the family."
Mr. Simmons, Janet and Cane stepped through a hole in the fence that led to the golf course. Just as they did so, Janet and Mr. Simmons stopped and donned their cloaks and hoods. Janet in a black one and Mr. Simmons in red. Cane could see better now than the previous night because a blazing bonfire was burning bright in a clearing about a hundred yards away. The cloaks were made of a heavy fabric of some kind, and the hoods kept their faces hidden, but were not pointy like the KU Klux Klan's.
It did not suprise Cane that they were Satan worshipers. He knew that outside of rituals and services, they looked and behaved like everyone else, and could be anyone. Teachers, babysitters, mothers, fathers, politicians. Anyone. They walked down a well developed path and came out through the clearing. Cane paused in his tracks and looked at the image his eyes were gazing upon.
A group of about twenty-five people(the identity of which could not be determined at this point because of the uniforms) were standing around the bonfire in silence. When they noticed the arrival of visitors, the whole lot turned in sync and faced them. A chant in latin was started by what Cane could now determine was the high priestess, as the high priest came over and ushered him over to the fire.
As the chant subsided, the high priest continued on in English saying,
"On the eve of our hallows, we are all pleased to welcome our son Cane into the life of darkness and beauty! We have nourished, guided and protected him since he was brought into being, and is now ready to enter with full awareness of who he is and what his purpose shall be! Now we shall reveal ourselves to our son Cane so that he may know what needs to be done!"
All of the members of the tribe took of their hoods and showed their faces to him. Cane had a feeling of shock and contented understanding. There before him stood some of his teachers from grammar school, Jake Marino, Coach Werner, his sister Mary, and his father, who was the high priest. The high priestess he did not recognize, but was soon to learn something.
"This is your mother Cane." Larry told him.
His sister Mary came out of the brush holding a baby which belonged to her. Tonight was not a night of sacrificing animals. It was a night of human sacrifice. Child sacrifice. Mary handed the baby to Cane, while the tribe circled around the fire once again. Chanting(in German now) continued as Cane threw the infant in the fire. It made a high pitched squealing sound then fell silent. A wild orgy of writhing ecstacy concluded the ceremony on the hallows eve in Dyker Park.