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On Th Job Training (mm, necro)
By: Loch Raveena (lraveena@hotmail.com)
When Mark was offered a job at the morgue in the
hospital's basement, he reluctantly accepted. He
needed a job for spending money while in college,
and Burger King was no longer an option.
Mark refused to work fast food again. He was 21 now,
and it was time for some kind of respectable job
even if it was part-time.
He found that he actually enjoyed working there. He
made a couple of friends - surprisingly. There was
another guy his age working at the morgue. Phil, 20,
was hired a few months before Mark and had trained
him on the job. There wasn't much to do really. They
stripped the bodies, cleaned them, and laid them out
for the doctors. They could refuse to do the really
gory ones - the doctors didn't mind. The helpers were
young and the doctors realized that many times the
job would be unpleasant.
The chief doctor was an understanding fellow and he
protected the college helpers from having to see
anything really messy. Nobody who wasn't a mortician
or rescue worker needed to see anything like that.
They didn't even allow them to be present during an
autopsy, although they did allow them to help in
preparation and in performing initial medical ex-
aminations.
Mark enjoyed the abdominal biopsies the most. He was
allowed to perform the tests himself. It entailed
plunging a long thin needle into the belly buttons
of the bodies to extract fluids for testing. It
allowed a close-up examination of navels of all
kinds of people - each one was different and intricate
and waiting to be explored - males and females, innies
and outties, and in-between navels that could be
regarded as either.
Phil liked the eyes. The dead staring eyes of his
patients awed him. Even if the eyes were closed, the
fact that he could open them and they remained open
excited him. The eyes, too, were always different
though many often stared off with the same expression
of indifference.
Both college students liked their patients to be at
least a little older than themselves. A few times a
dead young man or woman was brought in, killed in
some violent act or accident. The intimacy of handling
their bodies made both a little uneasy, especially
when they realized that there was little difference
between them and the patient. It made their jobs seem
all the more real - and that was unwelcome, given the
nature of their work.
It made them uneasy precisely because it was also
exhilarating. One night a young man was brought in,
dead of a gunshot wound to the chest. He was 24 and
slender, about the same height and weight as Phil
and Mark. Dried blood caked the corners of his mouth.
His emerald eyes were wide open and staring without
expression.
Phil pointed a pen-light into them and examined them,
taking notes. Mark lifted the kid's T-shirt and placed
a long thin needle into his sleek belly, pressing with
increasing force until the needle punctured through
the shallow and pink belly button. He could feel the
needle driving inside the young male's body with his
hand. The needle passed through a nerve causing the
dead body to twitch once.
With the needle deep inside and Mark imagining that
it was in his own belly, he extracted a drop of red-
yellow fluid from the boy's stomach. When he withdrew
the needle, he intentionally did it slowly, listening
to the sound of the needle being withdrawn.
Next, they cut the boy's clothes off with scissors,
exposing his athletic body from head to toe. Mark
used a sponged and wiped the entire smooth and
hairless body down, from chest to toes, while Phil
did the head, staring into his dead green eyes the
entire time.
Mark was surprised to see white fluid leaking from the
boy's penis, which was fully extended. Mark pointed
this out to Phil who stated matter-of-factly that most
young males ejaculate upon death.
Mark's blue eyes became distant as he pondered that.
Some time later a 20-year old youth was brought in
with a knife protruding from his navel. He had bright
orange hair that was cropped short, and his friendly
eyes stared widely up at the ceiling with eyebrows
raised in surprise. He was dressed in baggy jeans that
had slipped below his hips and a cut-off athletic
T-shirt.
Mark and Phil both dressed pretty much the same way
when they weren't working. The kid was a night clerk
in some store when a drugged-up assailant stabbed him.
Mark conducted the abdominal biopsy in the upper
stomach while Phil examined the boy's brown eyes.
Again, they cut the clothes off with scissors and
both instantly saw the white fluid leaking out of
his erect penis.
Mark pulled on the blade, slightly arching the boy's
body. It refused to budge at first, but then suddenly
gave way, the blade coming out with a sticky wet
sound. Some blood bubbled out of the small wound and
more white fluid leaked out of the boy's dick.
Mark had to stop and force himself to breathe, his
hands gripping the gurney as dizziness hit, and then
passed.
He couldn't handle this anymore, he realized. He no
longer slept at night. When he closes his eyes, the
dead bodies always came into focus. In his dreams,
they twitched and jerked with each sensual touch,
overwhelming him with a profound sexual tension that
caused him to collapse in convulsions of ecstasy.
When he opened his eyes, he saw Phil's lingering dark
eyes staring into his with a pen-light, turning his
head this way and that, as other hands cut the clothes
off of his slender body until he was naked. Suddenly,
a needle was plunged into his shallow and pink navel,
the point striking deeper and deeper while his dead
staring eyes saw Phil and another guy taking note of
his stiff cock, both of them smiling in wonder, even
jiggling it a little.
Then he would awake struggling to catch his breath as
though he had been under water for hours.
Mark's life was beginning to be impacted by this job,
this nightmare. His grades were dropping and he had
broken off his relationship with his girlfriend. He
was getting drunk with his friends at night, but then
he grew distant when he imagined his own young friends
lying helplessly on the gurney, their eyes staring off
aimlessly, their slender bellies waiting to be probed.
Then he started to drink alone, and that's never a
good thing. He tried to drink himself to sleep. It was
time to quit.
Quit, yes, thought Mark, sitting at a bar. Tomorrow,
I'll quit. He grinned. "What are you laughing at,
asshole?" Someone from across the bar asked menacingly.
Mark turned away, ignoring the drunken cowboy on the
other side. Mark downed another shot and turned to
walk out. He was blocked by a grinning young redneck
with tattooed arms. "Are you deaf, asshole?" The guy
punched Mark in the mouth, drawing blood.
Mark could see the man lying on a gurney in his
morgue, his body naked and still, his eyes staring,
his belly button being probed by a long thin needle,
his sex lazily leaking thick white fluid. Mark was
saddened by this image but he humorously realized that
the fate he had just envisioned awaited the young
redneck unless somewhat set him straight.
So set him straight he did, punching the guy in the
gut and letting loose on his face. His fury was so
swift and sudden that it took the 250-pound bouncer
to subdue him, the young redneck staggering away in
confusion and defeat.
By: Loch Raveena (lraveena@hotmail.com)
When Mark was offered a job at the morgue in the
hospital's basement, he reluctantly accepted. He
needed a job for spending money while in college,
and Burger King was no longer an option.
Mark refused to work fast food again. He was 21 now,
and it was time for some kind of respectable job
even if it was part-time.
He found that he actually enjoyed working there. He
made a couple of friends - surprisingly. There was
another guy his age working at the morgue. Phil, 20,
was hired a few months before Mark and had trained
him on the job. There wasn't much to do really. They
stripped the bodies, cleaned them, and laid them out
for the doctors. They could refuse to do the really
gory ones - the doctors didn't mind. The helpers were
young and the doctors realized that many times the
job would be unpleasant.
The chief doctor was an understanding fellow and he
protected the college helpers from having to see
anything really messy. Nobody who wasn't a mortician
or rescue worker needed to see anything like that.
They didn't even allow them to be present during an
autopsy, although they did allow them to help in
preparation and in performing initial medical ex-
aminations.
Mark enjoyed the abdominal biopsies the most. He was
allowed to perform the tests himself. It entailed
plunging a long thin needle into the belly buttons
of the bodies to extract fluids for testing. It
allowed a close-up examination of navels of all
kinds of people - each one was different and intricate
and waiting to be explored - males and females, innies
and outties, and in-between navels that could be
regarded as either.
Phil liked the eyes. The dead staring eyes of his
patients awed him. Even if the eyes were closed, the
fact that he could open them and they remained open
excited him. The eyes, too, were always different
though many often stared off with the same expression
of indifference.
Both college students liked their patients to be at
least a little older than themselves. A few times a
dead young man or woman was brought in, killed in
some violent act or accident. The intimacy of handling
their bodies made both a little uneasy, especially
when they realized that there was little difference
between them and the patient. It made their jobs seem
all the more real - and that was unwelcome, given the
nature of their work.
It made them uneasy precisely because it was also
exhilarating. One night a young man was brought in,
dead of a gunshot wound to the chest. He was 24 and
slender, about the same height and weight as Phil
and Mark. Dried blood caked the corners of his mouth.
His emerald eyes were wide open and staring without
expression.
Phil pointed a pen-light into them and examined them,
taking notes. Mark lifted the kid's T-shirt and placed
a long thin needle into his sleek belly, pressing with
increasing force until the needle punctured through
the shallow and pink belly button. He could feel the
needle driving inside the young male's body with his
hand. The needle passed through a nerve causing the
dead body to twitch once.
With the needle deep inside and Mark imagining that
it was in his own belly, he extracted a drop of red-
yellow fluid from the boy's stomach. When he withdrew
the needle, he intentionally did it slowly, listening
to the sound of the needle being withdrawn.
Next, they cut the boy's clothes off with scissors,
exposing his athletic body from head to toe. Mark
used a sponged and wiped the entire smooth and
hairless body down, from chest to toes, while Phil
did the head, staring into his dead green eyes the
entire time.
Mark was surprised to see white fluid leaking from the
boy's penis, which was fully extended. Mark pointed
this out to Phil who stated matter-of-factly that most
young males ejaculate upon death.
Mark's blue eyes became distant as he pondered that.
Some time later a 20-year old youth was brought in
with a knife protruding from his navel. He had bright
orange hair that was cropped short, and his friendly
eyes stared widely up at the ceiling with eyebrows
raised in surprise. He was dressed in baggy jeans that
had slipped below his hips and a cut-off athletic
T-shirt.
Mark and Phil both dressed pretty much the same way
when they weren't working. The kid was a night clerk
in some store when a drugged-up assailant stabbed him.
Mark conducted the abdominal biopsy in the upper
stomach while Phil examined the boy's brown eyes.
Again, they cut the clothes off with scissors and
both instantly saw the white fluid leaking out of
his erect penis.
Mark pulled on the blade, slightly arching the boy's
body. It refused to budge at first, but then suddenly
gave way, the blade coming out with a sticky wet
sound. Some blood bubbled out of the small wound and
more white fluid leaked out of the boy's dick.
Mark had to stop and force himself to breathe, his
hands gripping the gurney as dizziness hit, and then
passed.
He couldn't handle this anymore, he realized. He no
longer slept at night. When he closes his eyes, the
dead bodies always came into focus. In his dreams,
they twitched and jerked with each sensual touch,
overwhelming him with a profound sexual tension that
caused him to collapse in convulsions of ecstasy.
When he opened his eyes, he saw Phil's lingering dark
eyes staring into his with a pen-light, turning his
head this way and that, as other hands cut the clothes
off of his slender body until he was naked. Suddenly,
a needle was plunged into his shallow and pink navel,
the point striking deeper and deeper while his dead
staring eyes saw Phil and another guy taking note of
his stiff cock, both of them smiling in wonder, even
jiggling it a little.
Then he would awake struggling to catch his breath as
though he had been under water for hours.
Mark's life was beginning to be impacted by this job,
this nightmare. His grades were dropping and he had
broken off his relationship with his girlfriend. He
was getting drunk with his friends at night, but then
he grew distant when he imagined his own young friends
lying helplessly on the gurney, their eyes staring off
aimlessly, their slender bellies waiting to be probed.
Then he started to drink alone, and that's never a
good thing. He tried to drink himself to sleep. It was
time to quit.
Quit, yes, thought Mark, sitting at a bar. Tomorrow,
I'll quit. He grinned. "What are you laughing at,
asshole?" Someone from across the bar asked menacingly.
Mark turned away, ignoring the drunken cowboy on the
other side. Mark downed another shot and turned to
walk out. He was blocked by a grinning young redneck
with tattooed arms. "Are you deaf, asshole?" The guy
punched Mark in the mouth, drawing blood.
Mark could see the man lying on a gurney in his
morgue, his body naked and still, his eyes staring,
his belly button being probed by a long thin needle,
his sex lazily leaking thick white fluid. Mark was
saddened by this image but he humorously realized that
the fate he had just envisioned awaited the young
redneck unless somewhat set him straight.
So set him straight he did, punching the guy in the
gut and letting loose on his face. His fury was so
swift and sudden that it took the 250-pound bouncer
to subdue him, the young redneck staggering away in
confusion and defeat.