TRELLIE

Tristan had finally arrived in Columbus, Ohio to attend the Rock on the Range music festival with his girlfriend and her mother. It was the 10th anniversary of Rock on the Range so Tristan had already expected it to be quite an experience. After a long day of considering suicide because of his girlfriend, Emily's Linkin Park playlist, Tristan was ready to listen to some real music. They got out of the car and Tristan inhaled the sweet Ohio air. He knew by that scent alone that this trip was going to be unforgettable. Emily and her mother removed a tent from the trunk of the car and Emily handed Tristan a large, decently heavy ice chest. He obliged without hesitation and began lugging the chest across the parking lot. The weight of it slowed him down and Emily and her mother were ahead of him almost instantly. Tristan had no issue with this, as he enjoyed the look of everything here. The feel of it all was almost unimaginably satisfying, and his gut feeling made it seem as if it was only going to get better. He saw a figure of a person with blue hair walking far ahead of them. His pants began to tighten, and he realized that his penis was growing erect. Tristan had always had a thing for blue hair, so the erection in his pants, which made it even harder for him to walk, was completely fine for him. His girlfriend and mother found a nice spot next to a wall between a few trees to set up the tent. Tristan set the ice chest in the corner and the mother removed a few folding chairs from her backpack. They sat on the chairs and opened the ice chests, revealing a large quantity of beverages, ranging from soft drinks to heavy alcohol. Being the gentlemen that he was, Tristan reached for the sodas and they all began to happily chug it down. Tristan thought that the soda tasted a bit odd but decided to let go of this thought in order to satisfy his girlfriend's mother. Outside of the tent, the sounds of different people chatting, dragging chests, and setting up more tents can be heard. The festival would begin the next day, so Tristan had to get situated with the whole thing. After a while of pointless chatter with his girlfriend and her mother, Tristan began feeling extremely bored. He told the two that he was going to go and find a bathroom, as his urine had been being held in ever since the erection he had acquired hours ago. He walked out and saw many people and colorful tents around him. The wind pushed his hair out of his eyes, giving him an even clearer view of the vibrant scene. He began to walk, and only a few tents in, he bumped into a girl. His hair fell over his eye. As he raised his hand to get it out, he murmured an apology. A beautiful voice responded and told him that it was okay. His heart skipped a beat, as his vision became clear, he saw that that the girl was the blue haired girl from earlier. He also noticed that it was somebody that he knew. "E- Ellie?" He asked, hesitantly. "Hi?" She responded. Their eyes widened as they had realized that they had known each other for a very long time from an online group chat. They hugged a long, intense, but friendly hug, and after what seemed to be at least 5 minutes, they let go. Tristan began to instinctively walk towards the bathroom and Ellie followed at his side. They engaged in deep discussion about everything that's been happening in their personal lives, but Tristan was just trying to hide yet another erection Ellie had given him. This time, it hurt even more than before, having just been lodged deep into Ellie's stomach. They finally made it to the bathroom, which had no gender restrictions. Ellie felt compelled to follow Tristan into the bathroom. It was a lot cleaner than Tristan had expected. There were 3 rooms, 1 for urinals which was pretty small, 1 for toilets and stalls, which was bigger than the urinal room by a landslide, and one with sinks and mirrors. Tristan enjoyed his privacy, so he walked into the stall room. The entire place was empty, but due to the air conditioning unit, it was not quiet at all. The two had to practically yell to hear each other. Tristan was stoked to see Ellie in the flesh, and Ellie evidently felt the same. Tristan began to open the door to the stall when Ellie touched his hand, almost as if she was about to stop him. He looked back and Ellie was avoiding eye contact, like she was embarrassed. Tristan chuckled it off and stepped into the stall. He was just about to close the door when the door was pushed open with so much pressure that it startled him to step back. He hit his heel on the toilet behind him. He directed his attention toward the front of him once again and saw Ellie running in with her hands open. She grabbed Tristan around his torso and he felt her breathing heavily. He felt his pants begin to tighten up again, as his erection began to protrude out of his zipper. The hug had given him such an energy boost that he didn't even care that his dick was stabbing Ellie in her stomach again. They looked each other in the eyes passionately and Tristan knew that she wanted some of his dick. Tristan was so lost in her eyes that he didn't realize that Ellie was softly stroking his erect penis from out of the zipper. He smirked and began to unbutton his pants. His dick shot out as if it had been confined inside of his pants for years. It bounced up and down slightly and Ellie began to remove her clothes. As Ellie was sliding down her panties, Tristan realized that what he was doing wasn't right. His girlfriend Emily and her mother were patiently waiting for his arrival and he didn't want to think he was a cheater. Before Tristan could do anything about this feeling, he felt his cock become engulfed into a tight wall of flesh, without any of his effort put into it. He looked forward and saw that Ellie had shoved her ass into his dick and had already began to thrust her body on it. He couldn't resist this, even with the thought of his girlfriend in mind. He grabbed her ass cheeks with such force, that he swore he had never seen such a side of him. Her body shook at the pressure and he began vigorously ramming himself into her ass so violently, her head was smacking against the locked stall door. He was 6 rams in when he remembered that he had been holding in his urine for hours, and he had no time to stop himself. The moment was so satisfying that he let out all of his piss inside of her ass. The piss flew out of her asshole, drenching Tristan's stomach, her ass hole, and the entire floor. Once he was done peeing, he removed his dick from her ass with only a slight struggle. The two knew what they had done was wrong, but they both looked at each other as if ready for a round two. They breathed heavily, and finally concluded the interaction. They both walked out of the stall, and other than the heavy breathing, they both acted as if nothing had happened. He followed her to her tent and said his goodbye as she made her way in. He came back into his tent and Emily and her mother greeted him happily. He responded with heavy panting, and they politely assumed that he had taken a horrible shit. As night time fell, Emily was awaiting the time for the show to begin. Tristan had been awaiting another event though. Emily's mother insisted that they try to sleep so their energy would be ready for tomorrow. Tristan and Emily happily agreed, however Emily's was the only genuine agreement. They set up the blankets and pillows and laid down. Tristan laid there for about an hour until he was sure that the two were asleep. Once he was sure of his conclusion, he slowly made his way out of the tent, where Ellie had been waiting for him next to a tree. The two smiled and began walking to an unknown location. Tristan has originally assumed that they were going to the bathroom stall again, however Ellie made a turn into a corner and Tristan knew that he had to expect something else. The night was dead still and silent, as everyone had fallen asleep for the concert. Tristan could see his breathe because the night was so cold. Ellie led Tristan into a secluded area, which was only noticeable because of the tent that had been set up. Inside were some of the fluffiest blankets and pillows that Tristan had ever had the pleasure of feeling. However, as soon as Tristan heard the unbuckling of pants, he knew that that was not going to be the only pleasure he'd feel that night. He turned around and Ellie was already completely nude. Tristan motioned her to give him a little time for him to undress himself as well. Ellie utilized that time to finger herself while standing. Tristan was so mesmerized by the sight that his dick got caught in his pants. He yanked the pants off of his dick, which only made him bleed slightly. Tristan grabbed Ellie's shoulders as soon as he was done. He pressed his face into hers and directed his dick between her legs. He pulled it up and began to thrust on her while choking Ellie. Ellie apparently wasn't expecting to get choked, her face of utter horror showed, but Tristan couldn't give a shit. He fucked her and choked and her and completely forgot that his dick was bleeding from his pants incident. His blood had been smothered all over Ellie's unshaven uterus. Her neck was bright red and throbbing due to Tristan's vicious fucking. He personally found this contrast between her bright red neck and blue hair aesthetically appealing and chuckled to himself, while his dick slid in and out of Ellie with ease, lubricated by his own blood. Ellie had a tear falling out of her eye, but also a slight smirk, signaling that while her experience was unexpected and brutal, she had found it satisfying anyway. Tristan pushed Ellie down by applying force to her shoulder. She fell to her knees and he began to slap her with his dick. Ellie did not enjoy this, and because of this, she grabbed his dick and leaned into it. Tristan's face soon cringed in pain, as Ellie bit his dick, not hard enough to cut it off, but hard enough to make the blood shoot out more than it already has. He grabbed Ellie's head with both hands, and thrusted his dick into her mouth so hard, and so fast, that she gagged violently. Her upper body fell and she caught herself with her arms. She tried to throw up, but before she could open her mouth, she felt Tristan's entire fist and wrist slide into her exposed asshole. Tristan punched the inside of Ellie's ass like a boxing championship round while Ellie let her vomit fall out. Her body jerked violently with each punch, and Tristan let out a loud cackle, straight out of a horror movie. Ellie shouted at him to stop, which he did. They were both breathing heavily. The sound of Tristan's dick blood hitting the floor and the slushing of Ellie's vomit were the only audible noises heard. Ellie stood up, her mouth hanging open and bleeding, and kicked Tristan in the genitals as hard as she could. She personally didn't fancy the concept of hardcore fisting and took out her anger on Tristan left nut. The impact of her foot caused Tristan to shoot sperm at an unholy speed. He directed the shot towards her and his cum seeped down her body into her bloody vagina. Too lost in the moment however, she didn't realize. Their heavy breathing and sweating indicated that they were finished. They washed off the liquids with the blankets and put their clothes back on. The experience was new and satisfying to both of them. They hugged and exchanged good jobs and goodbyes. Tristan fell back into his girlfriends arms and fell asleep immediately, exhausted from the hardcore fucking session. The next time he'd awaken would be for the concert, which he was no where as excited about as he was to fuck Ellie's tight holes. Tristan's sleep was the best he's had in a while. Tristan faintly heard Emily shouting his name. His eyelids fought to stay closed, but he opened them. His body was sore and his vision was blurry. He made out Emily's figure and his eyes eventually adjusted. Emily seemed in a hurry, so Tristan forced himself up. After a short struggle, he managed to stand up and retain his balance. Emily and her mother were informing him that now was a good time to go and get spots for the concert. Tristan, feeling sore and horrible, once again obliged. He brushed his hair, teeth, and applied his deodorant. He put on his band shirt and Emily did the same. They had on matching band shirts which Emily thought was cute at the time. Tristan followed Emily and her mother out of the tent. The sun was just starting to rise, and only a few people were out. Tristan was eventually led to a spot next to a tree, which would soon be convenient to provide shade for when the sun comes out. They sat down and began to take out sandwiches that Emily's mother had packed the day prior. As Tristan opened the bag, he discovered that his hand was covered in bruises, blood, and a slight spot of blue hair dye. This brought back memories from last night and his pants once again began to tighten. His dick was pleading to be set free, as it pushed itself against the zipper. Tristan had no other choice but to cover it with his shirt and hope it went down. The thought of being deep inside of Ellie sexually aroused him to such an extent, that he felt it necessary to go out to the nearest bathroom and finish the job. As he began to sit up, Emily's mother stopped him. She told him that the people were coming and would fill the area eventually. In order to prevent himself from being lost during the show, Tristan stayed and waited. He looked around and saw that people had began entering and filling up the area fast. The stage had a cover on it, but he had assumed that it was set and ready to go. About another hour later the area was packed with people. The ground could no longer be seen and they had secured their spot under a shade-providing tree. People were everywhere. There were people at all sides of Tristan, and he was making physical contact with all who were near, shoulders, elbows, everything. The microphone was heard through the speakers and everyone knew that it was about to start. The curtain fell, revealing a large sign that said "Rock on the Range! Where Rock Lives!". Tristan admitted that the name was extremely cheesy, but the hype in order to see some badass bands perform was too overwhelming for Emily or her mother to acknowledge him. Everyone around Tristan was screaming and cheering, jumping up and laughing. Tristan however, stood there looking for a specific blue haired individual. The opening band provided their introduction to kick off the event, and while sounding completely badass, Tristan couldn't care less. Emily and her mother were so invested in the show, that they didn't realize Tristan was completely out of it. Tristan didn't even realize that the band Five Finger Death Punch just came out and began their show. Although he found the sound of the song familiar, he wasn't focusing enough to care. He looked around as if he was looking for the person that had killed his entire family, and he seemed as if he had some sort of unquenchable bloodlust. He continued looking around and saw a bright blue shine, and knew immediately that it was who he had sought. The blood filled his penis, which yet again pushed against his pants. The person in front of Tristan turned around in confusion. His dick had been pressing into another dudes back. Tristan turned to Emily and told him he'd be right back. Emily was too busy enjoying the Death Punch song that she didn't even realize. Tristan began to make his way towards the blue shine, which seemed oblivious to Tristan's presence. He maneuvered around several people, bumped into some, and pushed some until he had finally found her. Ellie's attention was directed toward the Death Punch set, but Tristan's attention was directed on Ellie and only Ellie; as if he hadn't seen her in years. Almost like nobody else was there, Tristan snuck up behind the lonely Ellie, who seemed to be expecting him to do such. Tristan pressed his raging boner into her back and whispered in her ear, telling her that they should fuck once again. Ellie nodded in agreement. Tristan proceeded to hug her until he realized that his dick fell deeper into Ellie's back. He looked down and found that her pants had been pulled down by her, and his dick had fallen into her asshole. He scraped his boxers away and began the obligatory trusting motion. People were surrounded the two, but had their attention focused on Death Punch. Ellie and Tristan were screaming, along with the rest of the crowd, but for a different reason. While being fucked, Ellie took her backpack off and removed a long object from the bag. The bag fell and Tristan felt a long object inserted into his asshole. Ellie had taken her dildo and began to shove it in Tristan's ass while being fucked. Nobody else seemed to notice. Tristan grabbed Ellie's hand that was directing the dildo and began to do it himself. His throbbing cock slid in and out of her tight asshole, and her hand grew stronger as she fucked Tristan with her dildo. All of the people around them began taking notice that there were two people having sex, and a guy with a dildo in his ass. Instead of yelling in disgust at the sight, the people around the two listened to Death Punch and began to lift the two up. As Ivan sang Lift Me Up powerfully, his peripheral vision caught the sight of Tristan and Ellie fucking while being crowd surfed. Ivan chuckled and motioned for the crowd to direct them toward the stage. Tristan allowed the dildo to continue being shoved in his ass and Ellie allowed herself to proceed being fucked by Tristan, even in the view of the entire crowd. Tristan looked around and saw the faces of people, laughing hysterically at the sight. The two were standing on the hands of people while being moved towards the crowd. Ellie removed herself from Tristan's cock, turned around and grabbed it instead. She kept on pulling and pushing the dildo into his ass. Tristan cried out in satisfaction while Ellie stroked Tristan up and down. Tristan looked around once again, but this time toward the tree his girlfriend Emily and her mother resided next to. Her mother was covering her face and Tristan made extreme eye contact with Emily, as he saw a glimmer of light slide down her face; a tear. Tristan wanted to feel bad, however when he looked in front of him, Ellie had already inserted Tristan's penis into her vagina, and was thrusting towards him. Tristan's face widened, his smile too big to feel bad about Emily. He looked over once again at the spot that Emily was at and noticed that they were no longer there. She had left along with her mother, evidentially. Tristan looked forward again and noticed that they were at the stage. Ellie's pants were gone and Tristan's had fallen to his ankles. He stepped on the stage behind Ellie and looked toward the crowd, his penis completely exposed, dripping with various liquids. Tristan not only didn't know what was happening, but he also didn't care. Ellie locked her arms around Tristan's neck and lifted herself up, wrapping her legs around his waist. Tristan grabbed her ass cheeks and inserted his penis into her vagina yet again. This time it was up onstage. The entire crowd had their phones out and were recording the occurrence. Ellie began to bite down on Tristan's lip while he held her up. The band had walked off stage and only the two were occupying it. In the moment, Ellie hadn't realized that she was biting a little too hard, the fat cock lodged deep into her vagina probably being the main distraction. Tristan felt the sting that had been applied to his bottom lip and dropped the dildo he was using to fuck himself with on the floor. The dildo was covered in Tristan's shit, and pieces flew off in several directions as it hit the floor. He felt a cold liquid seep down his chin, and realized that Ellie had bitten down on his lip too hard. Her teeth mark now embedded into his lip. He placed his dildo fucking hand below his lip in an attempt to stop the blood flow. The hand had been covered in shit, which was obviously not known to Ellie. She licked his hand up and down in an attempt to satisfy him as he was satisfying her. However the taste of Tristan's shit was rejected by Ellie's body. She gagged again and began to vomit all over Tristan's mouth. Tristan began to release his vomit as well. They both began to shoot vomit at one another as they were fucking in front of what seemed to be at least a million people. The crowd screamed, the sound being so loud that Tristan's ears began to tremble. Tristan and Ellie had separated themselves in an effort to avoid throwing up on each other. They were both already drenched in liquids though. Tristan turned to the roaring crowd, and unintentionally shot his jizz into them. Ellie was still trying to keep the vomit inside, but she couldn't help but regurgitate. The same applied to some of the people on the crowd. The sound of several dozens of people throwing up and releasing their vomit in sync could easily be heard. Tristan's mouth hung open, as he came to the realization that he just publicly cheated on his girlfriend in front of his mom along with several thousand people, threw up on this girl he fucked publicly and made people in the crowd throw up because of it, and had ejaculated all over the heads and faces of people in the front row. Security guards finally showed up and ran to the front of the stage. Two grabbed Ellie and another two had grabbed Tristan. The crowds roars were extremely loud and only began to grow as the security guards dragged them away. The guards had taken the two through several unknown corridors until Tristan saw that one of the doors led to a strange area of the parking lot. The guards dropped the two down and slammed the door. The jingling of keys indicated that they had locked it shortly after. Tristan attempted to buckle his pants again but the vomit made his entire upper and lower tires completely concealed. Ellie didn't have such a problem, due to her lack of pants. The two saw that Emily and her mothers car had began to drive off, Tristan's only way home was gone. The both sat on the steps, knees on their elbows and palms on their faces. Tristan let out a loud, disappointed sigh. Ellie looked toward him and asked what was wrong. Tristan looked toward Ellie and was about to respond, but he saw that his vision began to blur and shake. He laid his head down and waited for the feeling to go away, letting out a long moan. When he felt as if the world had stopped shaking, he sat back up. He tried once more to look towards Ellie but his vision was still slightly blurred. He blinked his eyes several times until the vision became clear. Once he was able to see clearly, he saw that Ellie was actually a slightly overweight, bearded man, covered in severe acne, a rugged unibrow, with long blue dyed hair. Tristan couldn't even speak. There was never an Ellie interacting with Tristan at all. Tristan would soon figure out that Ellie never even made it to the show. He was absolutely mortified. Despite being a proud bisexual, he felt as if he had been absolutely deceived by his own mind. Why did his brain cause him to think that this unknown man was Ellie? Tristan began to think back. The drink Emily's mother have him must have been laced with a powerful hallucinogen drug. His ex-girlfriend's mother had set him up. He brushed the vomit off of his pants and shirt, buckled himself, and attempted to look as presentable as possible as he walked across the parking lot, leaving the man that he publicly fucked to figure it out himself. Tristan took out his phone, shocked not only at the fact that he had completely forgotten about it, but that it was still somehow still working, and discovered that he had gotten a text from Ellie an hour before he showed up to Columbus. The text read that she wasn't able to make it due to her boyfriend seeing the text messages between the two, and beating her for them. The texts said that she would no longer be able to talk to him again, ever. It stated that she had blocked him on all social media and that would be the last text he'd ever get from her. Tristan's heart stopped. This was not a joke. The text was obviously genuine and he didn't know how to deal with it. He got kicked out of the concert, cheated on his girlfriend publicly with some dude that he didn't know, and now his crush since the day they had met had been taken away from him. Tristan's breathing began to increase and become more intense. He heard footsteps from behind him. He turned and saw that it was the man that he had cheated on his girlfriend with, the man that he fucked in the ass publicly and privately. Tristan was not dealing with this shit. He punched the man in the face, knocking his teeth out on impact. He removed a pen from his pocket and began to jab it into the mans face, as he let out a cry on the ground. His agonizing screams of pain didn't phase Tristan, as he took the pen and jabbed it into the mans neck. He began to pull the pen to the side, opening up the neck, slitting it wide open. The blood began to spill in all directions, and Tristan continued to mutilate the face of the man with nothing but the pen. The pen felt as if it were about to break. Tristan took one last jab into the eye until it did. It snapped in half, and Tristan tossed it to the side and began to stomp the face of the man. The body stopped jumping at every hit. Tristan knew he had killed him. He kicked the head on last time and began running. He ran into a garage and saw a staircase, leading to a platform above. The garage was vacant and nobody seemed to inhabit the place. Despite the emptiness, dust covered the place and there was also a rope at the corner of the room. Tristan grabbed the rope and ran up into the second floor with it. He began to tie a noose, which he was imminently going to utilize for his suicide. Tears filled his eyes, and his teeth grinded against each other as he adjust the noose to fit his neck. He considered leaving a note for his family and his friends, but his last pen had been used to mutilate the blue haired man. He closed his eyes. His tears dripped down his neck. He took one last gulp of breath and leaped over the railing. As his body fell, time seemed to have slowed down, and he began to reminisce on his life and the people who had occupied it. The thoughts of the places he's been and the things that he's seen were enough to make him consider a second chance. To redo his decision of hanging himself. Unfortunately his body was already falling, and the rope had finally began to tug on his neck. The rope was secured on the railing and his body began to dangle. His throat was stopped and the blood circulation was cut off. He closed his eyes as his vision began to fade and he let himself finally pass. Tristan would succumb that day, and Ellie, along with everyone else he once knew, would never hear from him again.