Chapter 546: Contemplating Life

“If you are trying to kill yourself, there are easier ways than clogging your arteries or falling off this cliff into the rocks and ocean below,” A guy said as he sat down on the edge of the cliff five feet away from me.

Lucky for me, the place in my head is breaking down the grease and other harmful stuff to get what I need before discarding the waste.

He sat there quietly, waiting to see if I was going to talk.

I kept stuffing my face.

After a bit, he said, “I had some rough times when I was a teenager, and they got worse after high school. When I graduated high school, my foster family booted me out the door to make room for their next foster kid. So, I went around crashing wedding receptions and big beach parties to be able to eat. Not looking Hawaiian made that pretty easy to slip into the fray with the other tourists. I had friends who let me couch surf, but that only lasted for so long. So, when there was nowhere to go, I started trolling the beach for women looking to hook up. The beaches stayed filled with them. I always found the women most men would ignore or avoid, and I mistakenly told one woman my situation. I wasn’t looking for a relationship, but she took me in during her vacation here in exchange for me giving her dick around the clock. I worked that angle for months, and then a woman handed me three grand to help me financially. She said I was a good guy and didn’t look at her like a beached whale. If I had thought that of her, I wouldn’t have stuck around after the first fuck. It didn’t take long to locate me some sugar mamas.”

He paused to look at his phone, and I kept eating.

“Having these women, some with weight issues and others with self-esteem problems, give me a place to stay and feed me was a dream. All I had to do was pound their pussies whenever I could get it up, and they were in the mood. I never expected to get to the point of knowing the women here trolling for their first fucks. The age of consent was still fourteen back then, not that I was interested in girls that young often. When I did, it was more of a packaged deal. A mom and one or more daughters wanted all the dick I would give them while they were here. In exchange, they let me sleep with them and fed me. Because I learned the type, I always got decent cash to help me out when they left. I never asked for a dime and would refuse to take it but would find it in my bag or my pants pocket. Living the dream, right?” he asked. “All good things come to an end. The first thing was getting arrested for prostitution. Even if women said that I was honest about my situation, never asked for money, and that the money was a gift didn’t matter. As far as they were concerned, I was a male whore. I spent six months in jail and got another six months probation with an ankle monitor. I had to be at the halfway house or a crappy job where they forced my boss to hire me for not sending code enforcement over. It was a job, and I did make enough to get an apartment after a few months. Not a great life, but it was better than I had before. One day I had to open my fucking mouth.”

This guy told me that some customers started making sexually suggestive remarks. Finally, after his probation was up, he told one that if she wanted him in her bed, he got off at seven. If she bought him dinner, he would wear her pussy out. He thought that was it, but she was waiting for him to get off the clock. The guy didn’t need anywhere to live or the women to feed him, but he banked what he would’ve paid for food while he spent with her.

Three times the cops tried to entrap him for doing what he had done before. He told the undercover cops the same as all the women. The guy didn’t want to go back to jail, and no matter how much they wanted to help him out, he couldn’t take anything, money or otherwise, except for the meals, from them in return for his time. Some of the women were overly insistent about it, but he still refused. He always thanked them for the fun time before leaving, which also caused him more trouble.

You thank a woman for being kind to you and the fantastic sex, and you have more women wanting your dick.

“I did tell my boss that it was my fault he had all the women and teenage girls coming into the place where I worked. Most were fat, ugly, or both. He frequently commented that these women were getting his place the reputation he didn’t want. He fired me. I was scrambling to find another job, but no one wanted an ex-con, even if what I went to jail for wasn’t a felony. I lost my apartment and was back out on the street again. As long as I didn’t take any money from them, the police couldn’t say I was whoring myself out,” the guy said. “Things were ok. I had a beached whale and her equally humongous daughters begging to take care of me. I didn’t even have to have sex with them, but they hoped I would. I pounded them almost day and night for a week. I woke up one morning to find myself tied to the bed wearing a blindfold. Not for the first time, but something felt off. They had me gagged with noise-blocking earplugs in my ears and headphones over those. Some women and girls rubbed their hot, wet snatch over my dick to get me hard and then used it to pop their cherry. They did all the work. I could deal with them tying me up to fuck me. Someone would turn me to piss in a bottle and clean my ass after I crapped on whatever they put under me. After they fed me, I got a sponge bath. Odd, but no job, no place to live, no one to miss me if I didn’t show up where people expected me, and laying there getting fucked wasn’t a bad life for a while. I woke up one day needing to piss, and that is when the smell hit me. I would have done more than have dry heaves if I had recently eaten. I woke up having handcuffs put on me and getting dragged out of here. They threw me in a car as naked as they found me. They didn’t untie me, unblindfold me, or remove the earplugs.”

He went off in his head, so I put my trash in the car. Since he watched me the entire time, I went back over to sit back on the edge of the cliff.

“I don’t remember the ride to jail or the hospital, but I woke up in a hospital bed handcuffed to the bed with my legs and feet restrained. Once they found me awake, a doctor came in to tell me how lucky I was to be alive. The police brought me in here severely dehydrated and weak. I had been in that room for three days without food or water. I still didn’t know why I got cuffed to the bed,” he explained. “The cops that arrived later filled me in. I would get arrested for raping and murdering sixteen runaway girls. They found my cum in all of their dead bodies. I expected the death penalty when the forensics person got up on the stand to confirm it was my cum inside each girl. My lawyer thought I was guilty as hell, given my past conviction and that I had already admitted I had gone there to do it with the mom and her sixteen and seventeen-year-old daughters. She outright told me that I was scum, and she would only do the bare minimum for them not to disbar her for not defending me. I was surprised when she even cross-examined the forensics person, as my lawyer didn’t cross-examine anyone else. My lawyer asked them for the estimated time of death and if they had proof that I had done the murders. Someone should have asked that at the start.”

I didn’t have to do much to look it up with my phone and then use my implant to get crime scene photos.

The forensics team said that the murders happened in another room. They found no blood in my room except on the bed under the guy’s balls mixed with dried semen. No other blood was found anywhere except where the girls were killed and left to rot. It removed the murder charges, but he had no way to prove he didn’t willingly have sex with the girls, so they charged him with multiple counts of child rape. He didn’t expect the jury to find him innocent of all charges. The judge did have the guy put on the sex offender registry even when cleared by the jury, saying that this guy targeted and preyed on women.

“After they exonerated me and I left the courthouse, the police immediately arrested me for violating the sexual predator laws since I was within a hundred yards of a private school and church. I mean, what the fuck? There were schools and churches all around the courthouse. I got a big surprise when the lawyer from the court came in and ripped the police chief a new asshole. She filed a harassment case, and I got stuck with another tracking bracelet. I couldn’t even go to a homeless shelter because there were kids. Anywhere I might live or work was around kids. I swear the police followed me night and day, waiting to arrest me again. You know you aren’t paranoid when they are out to get you?” he joked. “This is the one place I found on the island marked as dangerous and off-limits to children. I would see police car parked in the parking lot whenever I came here and prayed for the wind to push me over the edge. I couldn’t kill myself because I knew I hadn’t done anything wrong. I don’t know if the murdered girls had sex with me willingly or not, but I know I never consented. All other times the sex was always consensual, and the woman or girl initiated it. They are the ones who handed me money to help me out. Only those who put money in my pocket or backpack while I slept kept me from starving between women. What had I done to deserve any of this? I got to my lowest point and started trying to figure out how to get drunk, so I would fall, trying to sit on the cliff’s edge. I came back the next day with a bottle of one-fifty-one. I started to take a big swig of it when that same female lawyer came up and took the bottle out of my hand.”

He got lost somewhere in his head again.

“She apologized for the court system taking so long to get my harassment case before a judge. It turned out that I had police tracking me because their bosses were scared shitless that I would kill myself. The lawsuit against the city wouldn’t do anything to bring me back if I died, but it would ruin hundreds of careers. I almost fell off the cliff when she hugged me and apologized for how she treated me like dirt back when forced to take my case.”

The lawyer had used the contacts in the man’s phone to track down the women he screwed in exchange for food and a bed. Some said he showed them they weren’t obese unfuckable cows as they had believed about themselves. For nearly all of the women, it helped them turn their lives around and saved many of these women’s lives. Where the lawyer had pegged him as a scumbag preying on vulnerable women to have a quick fuck, she found that he was always truthful and open with all of them about his life. He ensured they enjoyed sex as much as he did, if not more, and then stayed around to cuddle afterward. After a mental evaluation to keep the city from trying to say the women were off their rockers, she got them to testify on his behalf.

I’m sure they were off their rockers if they had to endure weight issues in middle and high school.

“She got millions from the settlement in fees. I was happy to have my name cleared and told her to keep the money. She earned it, not me,” he explained. “I thought she would rape me right there in her office. We went to her place instead. Can you believe she was twenty-nine and still a virgin? She told me I would have to marry her if I didn’t take the money. Later, I learned that a corrupt politician had some beef with my parents. He wouldn’t let it go when they died, so he made my life miserable when I was orphaned. After winning the case against the city, my lawyer sued that jerk into the ground. He did take the easy way out and went out in the rough surf as a storm blew in. They couldn’t rule his death a suicide, and due to the judgment against him, I got most of his life insurance payout.”

“Interesting story,” I told him. “With all the crazy shit that happened to me, I believe every word of it too. How long have you two been married?”

“Fifteen happy years,” he told me. “My wife died yesterday from cancer. I came here to dump her ashes into the ocean, per her final wishes. I saw you sitting here, and it flashed back to me like it was yesterday. You looked like that was going to be your last meal. She saved me, and I wanted to let you know that things are never bad enough to kill yourself over.”

I shook my head and laughed for a few minutes. I then told him to do what he came here to do first. It didn’t take long since he threw the bag of asses as far as he could. The bag would smash against the rocks and burst open. That’s how his wife wanted it.

I explained what let me ignore everyone, and after an accident that should have killed me, my friends wouldn’t let me do that again.

“I didn’t find out that girls had used my dick when I wasn’t paying attention, and some got pregnant on purpose. Others, not so much. I didn’t press any charges for rape,” I explained. “Somehow, I ended up meeting this guy around my age. He was an orphan who inherited his parent’s fortune. He died suddenly with a group of others, and I was his only beneficiary. It was an obscenely large amount of money.”

I explained about Milea and the other women before telling him I needed a break. I came out here to eat and watch the surfers.

“You’ve never told anyone all of that, have you?” I asked.

He gave me an odd look and said, “I hadn’t thought about it, but I haven’t, not even my wife or kids. I feel a weight is lifted off me now that I didn’t even know I was carrying. Thanks. I hadn’t planned to be out here for so long. I need to get back to my kids. They are taking their mother’s death hard.”

I can’t escape the oddest things.

Fortunately for the three girls and four boys, he was already out of sight when I saw the teens were in trouble. They had their surfboards, but they were too exhausted from trying to paddle back toward shore. The current swept them out and down toward jagged rocks sticking out of the water.

There is nowhere I can push them to get them to safety without causing the people to look on in horror from seeing something unnatural. The waves and the current keep me from nudging them further down to end up on the beach instead.

I put shields around the kids and used their surfboards to take the blows from the rocks. They would have some cuts and bruises but were going to live. Their surfboards, though, weren’t so lucky, not that I think any of them cared. I waited for people to go rushing down the beach to help the kids, but no one did. After five minutes, I was in the car speeding down the road to get to a turn-off that gave access to that strip of beach. I called emergency services on the way and gave them what I had seen.

“Thank you, sir. We already have multiple reports about this accident,” the operator told me. “We appreciate the concern, but anyone slammed into those rocks becomes a body recovery, if we can find a body at all.”

“I saw them all on the beach moving around. I think the kids used their surfboards to take the brunt of the force. I’m almost to where I can get onto the beach. If you won’t send emergency services, can you send someone with a van or SUV? I don’t think I can get them all in my car to get them to help,” I asked.

Emotionlessly, she said, “We have a water rescue unit in the area. I’ve already dispatched them to head that way for the body recovery. Please, don’t do anything which will cause the bodies to get pulled out in the waves.”

People don’t seem to listen.

It still took me ten minutes to get where I could drive on the beach to rush toward the kids. They were all in wetsuits, so it was hard to tell if they had any injuries. I could tell using my implant, but the kids were alert and would notice something odd.

I did see two boys and a girl with dislocated shoulders.

I went to the nearest boy first.

“I’ll do this as gently as I can,” I told him as I had already moved his arm up into position and was about to pull a bit to get back in the socket.

He gritted his teeth and hissed, “Do it fast, please.”

I moved his arm around to check and said, “Done.”

“No way? It hurts like a bitch getting it done,” he told me.

“Not if I do it,” I replied.

The other boy was in a lot more pain and didn’t even notice me fix his shoulder.

“Your turn,” I told the girl. “I will do my best not to hurt you.”

“STOP. You can’t do that out here. The girl needs a doctor to do that correctly,” a woman screamed as she ran toward us from the opposite direction.

I had it done before the woman made it to us.

“Sorry, too late,” I explained. “Three for three. It’s not the first dislocated shoulder I’ve done. My technique doesn’t usually hurt as much as the hospital.”

I went to the girl, unzipped the back of her wetsuit, and gently worked her arm out of the sleeve. I then slid her arm back inside the sleeve, elbow first, with her arm inside her wetsuit. I zipped her back up as the woman gave me a “what the fuck are you doing?” look.

I turned to the woman and said, “No one ever showed you how to do that as an improvised sling? It isn’t great, but her wetsuit will restrict her arm movement until we get her to a hospital. Can you start checking the others for other major injuries?”

The woman didn’t move as she kept an eye on me as I checked the girl whose shoulder I relocated. When the girl screamed out in pain when I touched her other arm, I carefully got both arms out of her wetsuit and had it pulled down just above her tits. The girl already had a big bruise on her upper arm. I didn’t feel any broken bones, and she had a full range of motion. The woman almost jumped on me when I pulled the girl’s wetsuit to her waist. She had bruises on both sides of her ribs. With the amount of pain the girl was in right now, she didn’t care when I pulled her wetsuit down to check the tops of her pelvis. One appeared to have taken the brunt of the hit after dislocating her shoulder. I checked both legs and made sure she could wiggle her toes. Since I had her wetsuit pulled down anyway, I checked her back. She only had some redness in a few places.