Corpse4U
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Paul was driving home late from work one night and stopped at the downtown Culver’s for a quick bite. The fast food restaurant was located in the bottom floor of a tall office building next to a darkened alley, which offered little opportunity to see past the first twenty feet or so. This peaked his curiosity, for Paul was an adventurist sort, who often enjoyed exploring the nooks and crannies of the city. He was a strong, well built man and had a physical confidence not typical for an office worker. He took quick, long strides and, as his eyes began to adjust to the darkness, made out a figure sitting against the wall of a building. Taking out his smartphone, he approached the stranger and turned on the light. What he saw took his breath away. The sleeping man he saw was older, maybe 55, but he was handsome and clean cut. Clearly he had fallen on hard times. Looking at the dormant man, Paul had only one thought: “You are mine.”
“Hey,” Paul said, as loudly as he dared. “Are you okay?” The man opened his eyes and simply said, “Yeah. Now leave me alone.”
“You hungry?” Paul said.
“You buying?” The man responded.
“Of course,” offered Paul in a comforting tone. “What’s your name?”
“Phillip,” the man said, suddenly no longer perturbed, “and I’m grateful to you.”
“Why don’t we go to my place,” Paul offered, as he stuck out his hand and helped Phillip to his feet.
Under the streetlights, Paul noted that Phillip was surprisingly clean. There was no odor, typically associated with the unwashed homeless population, and his inexpensive attire of jeans and button down shirt were free of tatters and holes.
“Here’s my car,” Paul pointed as he hit the remote, “hop in. My house is only a few minutes from here.”
On the drive home, Paul discovered that Phillip had recently lost his job due to downsizing, and it only took a few weeks for his cash to run out and to lose his apartment. Once they arrived at the house, Paul invited Phillip in and offered the sofa as a seat.
Paul went into the kitchen and quickly prepared two ham sandwiches and two chocolate milks. Then he took a small jar from the drawer and sprinkled Rohypnol into one of the drinks.
“Here you go,” said Paul as he handed Phillip his food and drink, “I want you to feel free to stay here tonight. It’s got to be better than sleeping in that filthy alley.”
“I really appreciate that,” Phillip responded. “This was my second night living rough, and I wasn’t looking forward to it.”
Phillip finished his meal and downed his drink, and it only took seven minutes for Phillip to notice that something was wrong.
“I don’t feel right,” Phillip said. “Maybe I should go.”
“No, you’re fine,” Paul assured him. “I’m sure whatever you’re feeling will pass. Why don’t you just lie down on the sofa and try to get some rest. That way, if you are sick, I can take care of you.”
Phillip stood to leave, but only made it three steps before he stumbled and fell. Paul rushed to his aid and got him back on the couch, where he laid the still protesting Phillip into a comfortable position.
“You have no business going anywhere in your condition,” Paul comforted. “Just close your eyes and try to sleep.”
Paul sat there watching Phillip for the next ten minutes; watching him try to stay awake, and eventually falling into a deep sleep. Then he tried to wake Phillip, gently at first and then violently shaking him, all without any response from Phillip.
“Now you really are mine,” Paul said quietly as he stroked Phillip’s face and hair.
Paul dragged Phillip’s unprotesting body into another room and placed him on a long table, where he removed his shoes and socks and his clothes, then gagged the sleeping form and bound his hands and ankles. He then tied a rope around Phillip and the table to prevent the man from rolling off.
Finally, Paul was able to stand back and admire his prize; two wonderful wrinkled soles on two large but narrow feet. He stroked them with his fingers, he smelled them and noted a musky but pleasant odor. And then he tasted them.
They were delicious, but he wanted more. Paul took out his cock and fucked those feet long and hard. He fucked the balls of the feet and he fucked the sleeping toes without any resistance or response from Phillip.
But Paul wanted… no… needed more. So he grabbed Phillip’s right foot with both hands and twisted it awkwardly… painfully… and bit into the ball. It was tough, so Paul bit harder. And harder.
Finally, Paul could feel the flesh start to give, and then a warm trickle of blood ran down his chin.
“Aaahhhhh!!” Phillip screamed, suddenly fully awake. Phillip was now trying to yell, but his words were muffled by the gag.
“Just try to relax,” Paul offered, his lower face and mouth now covered in Phillip’s blood. “It’ll all be over soon.”
Ignoring the protests, and perhaps even inspired by them, Paul went back to work on Phillip’s right foot, finally chewing of the entire ball in one large bite, chewing it slowly, and savoring the flavor. The blood was now flowing quite freely, and had made a large pool on the floor.
Paul then went to work on the rest of the foot, eating the meat of the sole until the bones were clearly visible, all while Phillip continued to scream. Paul found it interesting that, in spite of all the damage, it still pretty much looked like a foot; still beautiful, but in a more clinical way, like the beauty of a well-performed autopsy.
Finally, Phillip’s screams began to subside, and they were replaced with a kind of quiet whimpering. His eyes open, his face covered in sweat, he seemed to have resigned to his fate; the fate of being no longer human, but an object of another man’s desire.
Taking pity at last, Paul removed the gag.
“Please,” Phillip stammered, “just kill me.”
“As you wish,” Paul said, as he placed his hands around Phillip’s neck and squeezed. Paul watched Phillip’s face as he squirmed for about 90 seconds, then suddenly stopped and became perfectly still. Phillip’s eyes and mouth were wide open, but they no longer moved. No breath entered or exited from those lungs, nor would it. Ever again.
Paul untied the beautiful corpse and laid on top of it, kissing the gaping mouth and staring into the unseeing eyes. He grabbed Phillip’s wrists and held his lifeless arms over his head while humping the still- warm body.
Then Paul fucked Phillip’s mouth and came into his throat. It was a long, satisfying orgasm that made Paul’s whole body shudder in ecstasy.
Paul took Phillip’s dead cock into his mouth and chewed it. And chewed it. It was surprisingly tough, but finally, the beautifully shaped cock came off in his mouth. Paul set it aside to save for later.
Paul decided he wanted to eat this one, and he remembered that hunters always gutted deer in the field so that the fragile organs won’t spoil the meat. So he made an autopsy type incision down Phillip’s abdomen and reached inside. Paul’s arm was now elbow deep inside Phillip’s still-warm chest cavity. With big, sweeping movements, Paul emptied Phillip’s internal organs onto the floor until there was nothing left inside. Nothing but meat.
Paul cut off Phillip’s beautiful feet with a hacksaw, and placed them in a freezer, then stood back to admire his work. Gently kissing Phillip on his forehead, he said “I told you that you would be mine.”
“Hey,” Paul said, as loudly as he dared. “Are you okay?” The man opened his eyes and simply said, “Yeah. Now leave me alone.”
“You hungry?” Paul said.
“You buying?” The man responded.
“Of course,” offered Paul in a comforting tone. “What’s your name?”
“Phillip,” the man said, suddenly no longer perturbed, “and I’m grateful to you.”
“Why don’t we go to my place,” Paul offered, as he stuck out his hand and helped Phillip to his feet.
Under the streetlights, Paul noted that Phillip was surprisingly clean. There was no odor, typically associated with the unwashed homeless population, and his inexpensive attire of jeans and button down shirt were free of tatters and holes.
“Here’s my car,” Paul pointed as he hit the remote, “hop in. My house is only a few minutes from here.”
On the drive home, Paul discovered that Phillip had recently lost his job due to downsizing, and it only took a few weeks for his cash to run out and to lose his apartment. Once they arrived at the house, Paul invited Phillip in and offered the sofa as a seat.
Paul went into the kitchen and quickly prepared two ham sandwiches and two chocolate milks. Then he took a small jar from the drawer and sprinkled Rohypnol into one of the drinks.
“Here you go,” said Paul as he handed Phillip his food and drink, “I want you to feel free to stay here tonight. It’s got to be better than sleeping in that filthy alley.”
“I really appreciate that,” Phillip responded. “This was my second night living rough, and I wasn’t looking forward to it.”
Phillip finished his meal and downed his drink, and it only took seven minutes for Phillip to notice that something was wrong.
“I don’t feel right,” Phillip said. “Maybe I should go.”
“No, you’re fine,” Paul assured him. “I’m sure whatever you’re feeling will pass. Why don’t you just lie down on the sofa and try to get some rest. That way, if you are sick, I can take care of you.”
Phillip stood to leave, but only made it three steps before he stumbled and fell. Paul rushed to his aid and got him back on the couch, where he laid the still protesting Phillip into a comfortable position.
“You have no business going anywhere in your condition,” Paul comforted. “Just close your eyes and try to sleep.”
Paul sat there watching Phillip for the next ten minutes; watching him try to stay awake, and eventually falling into a deep sleep. Then he tried to wake Phillip, gently at first and then violently shaking him, all without any response from Phillip.
“Now you really are mine,” Paul said quietly as he stroked Phillip’s face and hair.
Paul dragged Phillip’s unprotesting body into another room and placed him on a long table, where he removed his shoes and socks and his clothes, then gagged the sleeping form and bound his hands and ankles. He then tied a rope around Phillip and the table to prevent the man from rolling off.
Finally, Paul was able to stand back and admire his prize; two wonderful wrinkled soles on two large but narrow feet. He stroked them with his fingers, he smelled them and noted a musky but pleasant odor. And then he tasted them.
They were delicious, but he wanted more. Paul took out his cock and fucked those feet long and hard. He fucked the balls of the feet and he fucked the sleeping toes without any resistance or response from Phillip.
But Paul wanted… no… needed more. So he grabbed Phillip’s right foot with both hands and twisted it awkwardly… painfully… and bit into the ball. It was tough, so Paul bit harder. And harder.
Finally, Paul could feel the flesh start to give, and then a warm trickle of blood ran down his chin.
“Aaahhhhh!!” Phillip screamed, suddenly fully awake. Phillip was now trying to yell, but his words were muffled by the gag.
“Just try to relax,” Paul offered, his lower face and mouth now covered in Phillip’s blood. “It’ll all be over soon.”
Ignoring the protests, and perhaps even inspired by them, Paul went back to work on Phillip’s right foot, finally chewing of the entire ball in one large bite, chewing it slowly, and savoring the flavor. The blood was now flowing quite freely, and had made a large pool on the floor.
Paul then went to work on the rest of the foot, eating the meat of the sole until the bones were clearly visible, all while Phillip continued to scream. Paul found it interesting that, in spite of all the damage, it still pretty much looked like a foot; still beautiful, but in a more clinical way, like the beauty of a well-performed autopsy.
Finally, Phillip’s screams began to subside, and they were replaced with a kind of quiet whimpering. His eyes open, his face covered in sweat, he seemed to have resigned to his fate; the fate of being no longer human, but an object of another man’s desire.
Taking pity at last, Paul removed the gag.
“Please,” Phillip stammered, “just kill me.”
“As you wish,” Paul said, as he placed his hands around Phillip’s neck and squeezed. Paul watched Phillip’s face as he squirmed for about 90 seconds, then suddenly stopped and became perfectly still. Phillip’s eyes and mouth were wide open, but they no longer moved. No breath entered or exited from those lungs, nor would it. Ever again.
Paul untied the beautiful corpse and laid on top of it, kissing the gaping mouth and staring into the unseeing eyes. He grabbed Phillip’s wrists and held his lifeless arms over his head while humping the still- warm body.
Then Paul fucked Phillip’s mouth and came into his throat. It was a long, satisfying orgasm that made Paul’s whole body shudder in ecstasy.
Paul took Phillip’s dead cock into his mouth and chewed it. And chewed it. It was surprisingly tough, but finally, the beautifully shaped cock came off in his mouth. Paul set it aside to save for later.
Paul decided he wanted to eat this one, and he remembered that hunters always gutted deer in the field so that the fragile organs won’t spoil the meat. So he made an autopsy type incision down Phillip’s abdomen and reached inside. Paul’s arm was now elbow deep inside Phillip’s still-warm chest cavity. With big, sweeping movements, Paul emptied Phillip’s internal organs onto the floor until there was nothing left inside. Nothing but meat.
Paul cut off Phillip’s beautiful feet with a hacksaw, and placed them in a freezer, then stood back to admire his work. Gently kissing Phillip on his forehead, he said “I told you that you would be mine.”
