As the few hours he had left effortlessly passed by, his slumber was only broken by the same shell-shocked giggling soldier whom had given him his letter, now deeming it fit to leave “Spooky Sweeney” within the morgue with only his two corpses as company for some macabre joke that he could later recite back to his equally disturbed friends. The slowly rousing Sweeney was then startlingly awoken from his pleasant dreams of escapism by the rumbling of nearby bombs which sporadically made the very earth itself tremble in the wake of their explosions.
There was an unnatural coldness within the air as steam effortlessly escaped from his opening mouth and he discovered a line of semi-solidified saliva that lead from his mouth back down towards the chest of the handsome corpse he had been sleeping on. This unusual coldness pervaded all with its merciless embrace and he confusingly looked around the dimly lit morgue, still unable to process the alarming prospect of his imminent demise. He then noticed that amongst the gleaming medical amputation instruments that lay upon the other corpse’s lower table there was a watch which time made his heart immediately sink.
It was already 2:33am and there was no time to create a complicated escape plan and all such prospects would be gone entirely if he left with the Chaplin at 6am to die upon the mud soaked battle fields above. The very same mud soaked fields that had claimed so many of his colleagues before him as well as the two silent occupants whom now lay across the tables on either side of him. He briefly imagined his own tragic mangled body lying there the following morning and being examined by his unknown replacement, only to be harshly disposed of as he had done so many times before. As this disturbingly eerie thought pervaded his reawakening mind the solitary gas lantern swung frantically from side to side above his head as another bomb impact landed nearby.
This impact made the room shudder and caused the swinging lantern to dramatically illuminate the corpse’s fantastically muscular torso features. Sweeney hesitantly adjusted his round spectacles upon his face to see the beautifully crafted muscular and taut features of the young Scandinavian looking solider as they rippled within the intermittently moving light. He took a moment to marvel at his timeless beauty as the solitary moving gas lantern above him flickered on and off whilst the trembling ceiling released a familiar small soil load upon all. The cold air invading the bunker from somewhere else felt strangely welcoming upon his yearning skin as he was eager to forget the doom that was awaiting him with the accused Chaplin as company.
He then tentatively ran his fingers across the man’s cold chest and immersed himself within the dead corpse’s handsomeness that now silently beckoned to him, literally pleading with him to satisfy his inner primal desires before it was too late. He stood there and felt the sudden uncontrollable urge to attack the young man’s natural beauty for making his life so miserable when he had spoken to the Chaplin a few days earlier. He could logically understand that this was an irrational urge on his part, something from the baseline core of his primal being that required to be acted upon without hesitation or disregard for societies rules but he resisted its urge for something rather different.
He then felt an even more primal urge that came from a dark place deep inside himself, a lustful needing for unrepentant physical gratification that he had so cruelly denied himself for so very long. As he pleasurably caressed the dead man’s body with both hands and felt his torso and arm muscles as they bulged from underneath his tender skin, a dreadfully wonderful idea then crept into his wickedly deviant mind. He decided then and there and within the darkly cold room that he would fulfil his unsated primal desire and hopefully stop his incomprehensible irrationality that was actively consuming his fragile mind. He would not accept a grimly grotesque and muddy death at the hands of the Germans without these elusive desires being finally fulfilled and would deny the Kaiser killing him with feelings of such regret still lingering upon his lifeless lips.
As the cold air bellowed in through the closed curtained door he became more aroused whilst looking at the lifeless body. He felt the thrilling twin combination of both lust and violence sweep over him up, stimulating his tingling senses that had long since lain dormant and physically manifesting the arousal that now dominated his focused thoughts. He then slowly and quietly got up from his slumbering chair and moved it, along with the small gleaming medical supplies, by the front of the curtained door to insure that he could hear any intrusion into his private sordid fantasy which would soon become a reality. Once this was complete he turned to look at his naked and soon to be sexual conquest whilst listening intently to see if anyone was within the long and narrow soil corridor outside.
His observations were warmly greeted by the welcoming sound of wind howling down the empty corridor and the distant rumblings of the German shelling which he now no longer feared, welcoming any distraction that would give him yet more precious time with his newly found and willing sexual partner. The earth shook as another German shell landed nearby and caused the silver cross upon the loose soil wall to swung upside-down, unbeknownst to the preoccupied Sweeney whose mind was now fuelled by unsated desires from his dark fantasies. He salivated because he had nothing but lust upon his maddened mind as both corpses silently beckoned to him to use them in any way that he deemed fit. He would have his sordid revenge upon the beautiful body as well as alleviate his own pent-up sexual tensions whilst the other unseen corpse was still as yet an unknown quantity to him. However it would also partake in his sacrilegious party of unstoppable desire once he had punished the blonde solider appropriately.
He once again keenly observed the blonde corpses fantastic muscle definition which aroused his deviant mind even more so than before as he momentarily pulled back to look upon both corpses and pleasurably fantasized that they were both writhing in ecstasy. He rhythmically caressed his pulsating penis within his trousers as he looked upon these two gifts which now eagerly awaited him and thought that their tragic deaths where a blessing for him. There beautifully naked bodies where available for his carnal desire’s to be fulfilled within this underground tomb of vibrating soil and he would not pass up this unique opportunity, especially the morning before he was to be taken to his death.
The silent anticipation of the unknown victim then became too much for him and so he then paused pleasuring himself and quickly pulled off the other sheet to reveal that is was none other than his missing nurse attendant. He had apparently been killed by a single gunshot to the temple which had destroyed one side of his face and instantly killed the poor young man. However upon seeing his former colleagues cleaned and newly acquired corpse this only aroused him even more so within that grim make shirt theatre of debouched fantasy. Feelings of sadness where non-existent within him as the primal lust for physical gratification had well and truly overwhelmed his senses along with the undeniably fearful prospect of death waiting for him over that accursed muddy battlefield.
He then continued to pleasure himself whilst looking at them both and rationalised that there sacrifices would not be in vain and that he was not hurting anyone and was simply just fulfilling a need, an impulse, an animalistic preordained desire that had been imprinted within him since his conception. This preordained desire had been forced upon him by God no less, according to the good Chaplin’s scripture, and so this was not sinning at all but simply fulfilling his genetically pre-programmed purpose which God had seen fit to mercifully bestow upon him. He simply could not spend his last night on this earth disappointingly sexually relieving himself within the shadows without the feel of another man’s touch or body writhing in ecstasy next to his. It did not matter now if they were alive or dead because his life was coming to an end anyway and he had already resigned himself to knowing this fact but he would satisfy this urge if it killed him.
He could no longer avoid his all-encompassing dark and preoccupied mind that was now ordering him to sexually abuse both awaiting corpses for his own personal gratification. This troublingly flawed realisation had ultimately forced him to come t
o the calculated but irrational conclusion that these two male bodies could still do a valuable service to their country. He coldly concluded that by fulfilling these unstoppable dreadful sexual appetites that now plagued his tired mind, he would in turn be able to better perform upon the muddy battlefield in the morning. To an intelligent Sweeney this intellectual rationalisation of his ungodly chosen course of action was laughable in the extreme but within this unprecedented and mentally strenuous environment, such bizarre determinations were commonplace.
He had remarkably managed to bottle up these darkly deviant thoughts within the besieged bunker until now when he knew that his fate was sealed with the millions of others whom had perished within the bleak muddy fields above. His calculating mind had finally collapsed like a house of cards and chaotically attempted to rationalise all his conflicting thoughts based on a false premises, that he was mentally sane. He then quickly removed the rest of the dirty and blood stained sheets that now desperately clung on to each corpse’s toes so that he could reveal their gloriously silent beauty to his insatiable eyes. Death’s rigor-mortis had finally given up its two prisoners and relinquished there command unto him and this was another truly unexpected gift in his darkest hour of need. There would be no feelings to hurt, no pointless debates on whether it was right or wrong and no questions of morality or religion because there would be only the pure unbridled, unrelenting and unstoppable pleasure in all of its basic and raw simplicity.
Sweeney stood there transfixed at the two beautiful naked bodies that lay before him which where both ready to fulfil his every need and his every sordid desire. He could feel the rushing of blood frantically pushing through his racing heart and saliva beginning to drown his wanting mouth. His round spectacles lit up with great definition within the single gas lantern room as his lustful eyes keenly surveyed the naked bodies in all there macabre detail. After a moment of excited anticipation he eagerly climbed into the table of the handsome Scandinavian looking soldier whom had been so unwittingly cruel to him. He felt the rush of excited exhilaration fill up from deep within himself as he slowly, deliberately and beautifully eased his now wet and fully erect pulsating penis deep inside the dead man’s anus.
He was pleasantly surprised to find that it still retained some of the warmth of life and proceeded to gently ease himself in and out of his willingly compliant victim. Whilst he was doing this he turned the dead man’s head so that it was facing him and opened his eye lids to make him appear as though he was alive and indeed enjoying the elicit pleasure as much as he was. He could not help but then instinctively kiss the corpses wonderfully full lips and smooth facial skin and he was yet again pleasantly surprised to taste the warmth and moisture laden mouth that so convincingly appeared to kiss him back. He then ran his fingers through the wonderfully blonde hair that had so willingly beckoned to him upon his initial arrival, convinced that this special moment that the two now shared was preordained by the very gods themselves.
He quickly climaxed whilst looking into the man’s beautiful blue eyes and longed that this moment would never end as he gently kissed his full lips one last time, as if to thank him for his ultimate sacrifice before he then reluctantly closed these eyes forever. He knew that noting could ever take away the intimately precious moment that they had just shared together and it would now and forever always be with him because they were eternally linked from the beyond the grave. This was another attractive quality that he found so alluringly compelling about such a newly discovered and macabre situation in that there was no rejection from these men. These men could never hurt him, leave or betray him like his mother had left him, his farther hurt him and other men had betrayed him, like the Chaplin had done.
These unwanted men would now always be a part of him and would live on through his fantasies because they would never be rejected by him and would always be immune to the pain of loneliness. He then slowly got up and looked down in anger at the handsome man whom he had just climaxed deep inside whilst he put his still throbbing penis back into his trousers. He then instinctively yet viciously slapped his lifeless face for daring to talk to the Chaplin the other day and keenly noticed his own sudden change in behaviour. He suddenly had an overwhelming desire to punish the handsome man for still defiantly holding onto his beauty even after death had taken away his life.
An enraged Sweeney then angrily spat upon his pretty yet strangely smug face before sexually ravaging the corpse in a violent manner, attacking it for making him emotionally suffer so much over the last few days. He ferociously bit at the once beautiful man’s perfectly placed ears and nose whilst he penetrated him violently from behind with his throbbing and now fully erect penis, forcing himself deeper into his anus and defiantly abusing the dead man’s body. He used his teeth to effortlessly gauge out huge chunks of his now lifeless flesh and violently ripped and tore at his naked chest with his long talon like nails, not satisfied with his mere ejaculation and brutally determined to obliterate his obvious vanity.
Sweeney was now acting like a feral animal as he felt himself about to climax again and quickly withdrew from the corpse’s brutalised anus before climaxing deep inside its beckoning mouth, instantly flooding its blood-soaked interior with his sacrilegious seed. He paused for a moment to catch his breath and stop his eyes from rolling in ecstasy as he took a few more precious seconds to savoir the imprinted image of the beautiful man’s dead mouth filled with his throbbing and alive penis. He then sinisterly glared at second corpse as he adjusted his reflective spectacles that dazzled within the nearby gas lantern’s meagre light.
The long dead nurse was apparently beckoning him over to it and also wished for him to abuse his own willing body for his devilishly dark desires. As the menacingly smiling Sweeney saw what his twisted mind was showing him to be as true, he reluctantly withdrew his semi erect penis from the blonde corpse’s mouth before angrily spitting yet again upon his now brutalised face. He had been in such an animalistic state that he had not noticed the shadowy figure whom had been watching his appalling actions from the nearby curtained door until he heard a sound that filled him with a sheer frightful dread, The Chaplin’s voice! “Oh! God! Oh! Jesus Christ!?”
The alarmed Sweeney looked to see the Chaplin staring at him in horror and with a vile disgust in his unbelieving eyes that he would never forget, an appalling look that would haunt him forever and a look that was only reserved for the lowest of the low. The appalled Chaplin surveyed the horrific abomination that he had become as Sweeney’s maddeningly deranged face lit up periodically by the swinging lantern. This demented face however soon changed to pure anger as the lantern swung towards it and then away again, leaving it shrouded in darkness and only revealing his presence by his circular spectacle lenses afterglow which unnaturally lingered after the lanterns departure.
Sweeney’s now newly developed and deranged look then appeared in an instant as the lantern rhythmically illuminated his shadowy face, menacingly twisted and sinister in its frightening appearance. The raw emotion of pure hate now replaced any other emotion as the object of this rage now proudly stood before him whilst it defiantly wore a white collar of lies. The judgmental and blaspheming priest’s rude interruption of his sacred domain had only complimented his continual assault upon his fragile identity, further convincing Sweeney that he had always been determined to destroy him by destroying his sexuality.
The authentically disturbing look of disgust that the Chaplin was giving him represented the true face of what he secretly thought about him and his homosexuality and this silently judgemental opinion further enraged the already broken Sweeney. He would not go to his death with such a preacher of lies by his side, a preacher of deceit and a preacher whose profession was to spread the falsehoods of a baseless religion that no one could ever question. He would deny death this day and not go quietly into that good night with this king of convoluted truths because this judgemental Chaplin, whose every breath was religiously dedicated to polluting the natural
laws of creation, was testament to man’s stupidity and similarly reminiscent of this pointless war. Sweeney then emotionally screamed at the man of God with such hate, disregard and contempt that his broken voice resonated around the earthy room with an otherworldly sound “THERE IS NO GOD HEEERRRREEE!”
Just as Sweeney had finished his strangely terrifying vocalisation there was sudden and tremendously deafening explosion overhead as a German bomb exploded directly above them. Everything violently shook all at once as soil instantly suffocated the surrounding atmosphere and a massive hole was effortlessly blown through the make shift morgues soil ceiling. Moonlight, rain water and mud instantly invaded the blown out shell of what remained of the make shift morgue and infirmary, violating its untouched interior with these unstoppable elemental forces. Earth and rubble came falling down around both the unrespecting Sweeney and his nemesis, the Chaplin as they were buried mercilessly within the chaotic scene of carnage.
Sweeney lay there in shock whilst his ears rang and his mind wandered in and out of consciousness, blood seeping into his mouth as the two gruesomely mangled corpses above him silently looked on. His chaotic thoughts soon came back to him as his vague recollections of the past became more pronounced and his memory started to recover. Along with these quickly recovering memories of a troubled last few weeks within the claustrophobic bunker were also the still live and raw emotions of pure hatred that quickly consumed him. He then knew what grim task he would have to perform and began to struggle against the protective bodies of both his willingly dead sexual partners.
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