The rise and fall of a boy called Rave part 5

Moving up

I stood on the top of heaven, the highest point in the estate, and the sounds of New Years Eve just audible above the howling wind. I was so cold but I didn’t care. Tonight was the night, the final test. The other berserkers stood around the roof, if I passed I would be one of them. I looked at them, if they where as cold as me they didn’t show it, all hard eyes and rage. Most of them where now my friends but if I failed I doubted they would not be keeping me around. Taz and Lacy came forward, I held up my hand and waggle my fingers.

The wind gushed am I almost lost my footing on the frost covered roof. Lacy grab hold of my arm holding it out strait so I couldn’t move, my hand force towards Taz. I spread my fingers to give him easy access, this was going to hurt that was kind of the point, this was all about trust. Taz grabbed my index finger and pulled. It takes quite a bit of skill to dislocate a finger without risking breaking one or doing permeate damage, it is much easier to just break one. You pull fast and add a slight twist you can ripe all the joints out of place. Taz did this know, I have never felt such pain, normal my body would be giving me some endorphins and a whole lot of adrenalin to help me deal with the pain. But I couldn’t use them right now, if I did I would be dammed.

The edge of my vision was already red but I held out as he move on to my next finger. I was screaming inside my head, my body begging for me to give in and let the rage take away the pain. I was panting like a dog as he moved on to the third. My world had shrunk to the war in my head and the pain in my hand, I could barely hear the popping of my joints. The fire in my hand began to spread heat up my arm as tendons where distressed. My little finger was the last to go but my body barely registered the new pain.

Taz back up and Lacy let me go, both getting back quickly in case I lost it. I gritted my teeth against the pain. All I want to do was cradle my arm and curl into a ball and sob. But the test wasn’t over and I would not show weakness. I held up my hand in front of me, my vision swam and I had to fight off waves of nausea and vertigo. I grabbed my index finger, it was already swelling, I tried just to get my knee to stay strait, and there was a sick crack as I force my finger back into place. I forced down the cry of pain. I grabbed the next and did the same. My face split into a manic smile as it went back into joint. I was shaking now, black spots spinning in my vision. As I forced the third back into place I felt something break inside my head. Blood followed freely down my nose and into my mouth. The tasted nearly put me over the edge, I gasped for breath forcing the red rage back down. My last finger fell into place my hand going numb from the pain and cold.

I looked up laughing like a lunatic, I held up my hand and waggled my finger, and Bob gave me a single nod I had passed. I turned my arm tucked in tight to my chest and looked out over the estate listening to my new brother leave. Taz came up behind me and put his hand on the shoulder, he was proud of me.

“Alreet Rave”

“Reet Taz, have they gone?”

“Aye they have gone”

I vomited loudly over the side, my body racked with shocked and pain. I throw back my head and howled, a roar of hate and pain and rage and victory.

Taz had done a good job, it could have been much worse but it wasn’t perfect. My index finger on my right hand has never been the same, it doesn’t quit fit into a fist anymore unless it is cracked first, it aches when the weather changes but it reminds me of that night when I knew that I controlled my body not the other way around.

I really don’t remember getting home. I remember how good the ice it felt, so good, so cold. I looked down at Faye, my girl, her eye all concern. I tried to give her a reassuring grin but I am told that I smiled like a mad man. I let her wrap my hand and take me to bed, my dad was at a works do wouldn’t be back till late, I lay there and tried to convinces her to have sex with me. She put a stop to that by squeezing my hand, making me yelp in pain, and laughed. She kissed my hand better and let me go to sleep.

When I woke I couldn’t move my hand. The bruising was so bad it was near black. Faye took me to the shower and let the 10 minutes of hot water do its work.

“You don’t have to mother me” I teased

“Oh, would a mother do this?” with that she grabbed my cock and began to stroke. Hot soapy water ran down my body as she moved in close. Her head was level with my chest, she kissed and nibbled my nipples as she jacked me off. I ran my left hand down her back trying to keep my right out of the way. She increased speed trying to get me off before we ran out of hot water. I began to moan as I got closer and closer. My cum shot across the bath hitting the far wall, the next spurt landed in the water and was washed away. I shivered under the warm water as she let me go, she ran her finger up the wall and sucked on it. She came back over and hugged me. I would have stayed there for a long time but the water chose that moment to run out. We jumped out of the shower squealing.

My dad was in as much of a state as I was. Last night the husband of a woman she was fucking at work had hit him. My dad was hard, he beat down the poor husband, but he had got in enough licks. He was bruised and scared that he would lose his job but getting to unload on someone had made him feel alive for the first time in a long while.

He shouldn’t have worried, we are not sure if it was because of the woman being far higher up than dad and they were worried about sexual harassment or his bosses just liked a man who could beat down someone bigger and stronger than him but they promoted him.