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A tale of two soldiers
Brad and RJ were two military buddies in the US army, in the same group and the same division
They served time together in the army for 6 years
Brad was your average family man, a wife and a handsome son named Terry
One day on one of their routine assignments RJ rolled an IED with the Jeep he was driving, and RJ sustained a very bad leg injury on his left leg therefore ending his military career on the spot.
RJ was treated in the military hospital for about three months, his faithful and extremely handsome friend Brad came to visit RJ every day while in the hospital.
Not ever knowing that RJ had harbored a secret, strange and what some would say a disgusting, deep obsessive lust for Brad
RJ and Brad were bunkmates as well, Brad never knew of the six years of RJ getting up in the middle of the night and gently licking, sucking, sniffing and kissing Brad's smelly, sweaty, musky mansoles and jacking off to it on a nightly basis
It would be fair to say that RJ literally was in love with Brad's sweaty manfeet.
Brad asked RJ "So my buddy, what are your plans now that you're leaving the army because of your injury?"
RJ responded "Well, do you really want to know Brad?"
Brad laughingly said "Well yeah, why not. Or I wouldn't had asked)
RJ said "Well, I'm taking over my deceased uncle funeral service"
Brad being unaware of the fact that RJ had undergone previous schooling in the arts of mortician prior to joining the military.
Brad said "Don't you need school for that?"
RJ said "Yeah, I had it before I joined here. I have 4 years of funeral services under my belt"
Brad said "Good luck my dear friend. I guess I will look you up when I am out in two more years and since we live in the same town it won't be too hard to find you"
RJ said with a nod "Yes", while looking at Brad lustfully
With a glance downwards at Brad's big, sweaty, booted military feet
"Yes, I just can't wait"
Now there was also another side to RJ
RJ is what we all might call a gay, foot fetishist, necrophiliac with cannibalistic tendencies
Yes, our boy RJ was quite messed up in his mind
The many countless nights that RJ sucked and fucked Brad's feet while he lay there asleep, he always imagined that it was Brad's corpse
So, RJ went home to his hometown and took on the job of undertaker
He enjoyed several minor trysts with the soles of some of the men's dead feet that came in through the doors of his funeral parlor
but could never get his mind of his one real obsession, which would have been Brad
A couple of month's passed and RJ not knowing Brad's wife name and appearance suddenly found himself with a wife of a client in a state of tears named Linda.
Linda came in a said how she had a military husband who was killed by friendly fire
RJ's heart went out to this widow
RJ made arrangements to pick up the remains at the hospital
Upon arrival with the remains from the hospital back at the funeral parlor RJ always seemed to have the sense of excitement when first opening the casket, almost like unwrapping a Christmas gift, wondering and waiting what types of goodies lay inside
Suddenly RJ heard the front door bell ring and it was Linda who came to finish up the paperwork.
Linda sat down with tears and RJ consoled her and said "Again, I am so sorry for your loss"
They went into RJ's office and RJ said "This is one of our standard forms. So Linda, fill it out and hand it back to me when you are done." When everything was done she handed RJ the clipboard. As RJ scanned over the information he sensed his mind entering a state of euphoria and surrealism.
As he looked at the name of the deceased it said Bradley Beck.
Being somewhat startled he confronted Linda and asked what branch her husband was in.
Everything matched up with this being Brad.
He said "Oh my God, your husband and I were bunkmates for the last 6 years. He was my best friend. I had no idea that Bradley was deceased." Linda and RJ therefore felt a strange bond connect between them. Linda of course not knowing anything about RJ's dark side.
RJ hurried her along and encouraged her to go home and get some sleep.
Once she left RJ turned off all the security cameras, closed every blind and window and locked the place down. He ran back to the embalming room and with shaking hands and rapidly beating heart and a harder cock then he had ever before he opened the top of the casket, and there he saw the love of his life for the past 6 years. The man that he lusted over and daydreamed about for many a nights about doing the most unthinkable things to his soles and feet if only he were dead. His dream became a reality. RJ immediately pulled Brad's boots and sock from his sweaty feet that were held in a hospital cold unit overnight.
Now being more of room temperature Bradley's body was a bit stiff and cold.
RJ took Bradley's wrinkled sole meat and buried and dove his face and pushed and grinded his entire face, especially his nose, deeply into Bradley's ball pads and the spaces between all of his toes.
RJ's cock was pulsating as if though it had a pulse of a thousand beats per minute. Head of his had was dripping so much pre-cum, that the tight jeans that he had on harbored a stain of pre cum the size of an orange.
He immediately got the hoist, which lifted Bradly from the hospital casket.
As Bradley was suspended in the air, sockless and bootless, RJ went back to the soles and took a good sized nip of the ball pad from the sole of Brad's left foot, ripped out a piece of dead flesh, male foot flesh that is, about the size of a Nickle and an eight of an inch deep from underneath the second and third toes.
RJ feverishly sucked on this piece of sole meat as he kept burying his face and dived into harder and harder into his buddy's dead soles.
RJ could not believe this was all true, what were the odds, what was the luck that Brad would have been killed and for his funeral home of all funeral homes to handle the remains. RJ dragged Brad's lifeless cold body into his downstairs bedroom. RJ had lived on the premises. He stripped Brad's body, put it in a nice, warm bed where Brad's body rapidly took on the nice warm temperature of a living human being again.
RJ enjoyed two full nights of sucking on Brad's dead cock and balls and licking, sucking, biting, eating and fucking the cold, hot, delicious dead soles of Brad's feet.
Brad was a big boy, size 14 EE, big and wide.
RJ had noticed Bradley started to turn purple, and thought to himself "Oh Shit, I'd better get busy with his remains, but I am so in love with this man and have been for so many years and now the Gods have decided to answer my prayers. I have him all for myself. How am I going to part with my handsome sex toy?"
RJ decided that there was one thing to do, simply keep Brad's feet, either whole or parts of, since the tops of men's feet didn't do much for RJ, he decided simply to keep the toes and the soles of both feet.
With a skill of a surgeon, RJ gingerly cut off the soles of both Bradley's feet, took a small bone saw and cut off all 10 of Brad's toes.
And the fact was such a huge footed man, he had very large toes.
Brad popped several toes in his mouth on a daily basis.
And very lightly chewed them, and sucked out the flavor of the flesh of his hot hunk's foot meat.
RJ also took the soles of Brad's feet one side being nothing but raw flesh and meat which he decided to stick the raw sides to the soles of his own bare feet, covered with socks and then put into his own pair of boots.
Sure, it felt squishy when taking every step, but it felt so right and so good to RJ.
At the end of each day, knowing that these dead sole pads which had been dead now for 8 days were still bearing the weight of a man and still being walked upon and used they way they were meant to be. They had a slight odor of decay coming on to them, so RJ had to be sure to take extra good care of these sole pads by keeping them clean and dry overnight.
At the time of the wake for Bradley, Linda thanked RJ profusely for the wonderful job he had for his friend Brad and her husband Brad.
Never once imagining or even dreaming of the possibility that her deceased husband's army buddy who prepped and took care of her husband's remains, was literally standing on the soles of her husband's dead feet next to the casket of her husband Brad.
Nor did Linda had any idea that RJ had eaten and ingested parts of her husband's deceased feet.
She grabbed RJ by the hand and said "I'd like you to meet Brad's son, Terry."
Terry was 22 years old, as he turned around to greet RJ, RJ thought he was seeing a ghost. Terry was a spitting image of his father but younger.
Terry had a weird feeling from the start about RJ, and to make matters worse, when RJ smiled and introduced himself, Terry thought he had seen what looked like a chunk of human skin pouched in the right side of RJ's cheek.
He quickly dismissed the thought and just said to himself "Nah."
Several weeks had gone by and funeral was done and over with.
Bradley was in the ground.
Terry and Linda were back at home, finally remembering their father and husband Brad.
And RJ was still at the funeral parlor, still masturbating with the soles of Bradley's dead feet that RJ walked on every day and sucked on the toes of everyday.
Terry thought to himself, "There's something very strange about that man."
He could not forget that it looked strange to him that RJ had a clump of human skin in his mouth, never imagining for a moment that he really did see what he thought he saw and that it was his dead's father's left sole that he actually saw in his mouth and that his father laid footless in the casket that one particular night that was the last time he would see his father.
Terry decided to give RJ a visit, the excuse for the visit would be thanking him profusely again for the great service he provided for his mother and father.
The door was unlocked at the funeral parlor, so Terry let himself in.
Terry decided to have a look around.
He came across a door that said "Employees Only"
He decided to enter anyways
To his horror, plain in sight, right when he entered the room, he found photographs of his father's dad, naked, footless body. Thought to himself, scratching his head and eyes bugging, "This can't be"
Suddenly the rear door of the parlor flew open, it was RJ, seeing Terry looking at the pictures of his father. Terry screamed "What the fuck did you do to my father?"
RJ said, "It's not what it looks like, it's not what you think it is. Let me explain"
Terry screamed, "I'm calling the police, my dad's feet are gone in the photographs. Is that what you has in his mouth during the wake? A piece of dad's foot?"
RJ had no choice. He realized he could not let Terry go.
So he took the embalming needle and plunged it deep into Terry's chest.
Terry's blood splattered all over the embalming room.
Terry died in a matter of minutes and RJ realized he had to dispose of the remains.
But first he decided that he would have a lovely re-enactment and second performance with Bradley's son and twin, Terry.
He went through the whole procedure again, keeping him in the bed for two days, making love to his penis and feet, cutting off the soles and keeping the toes.
RJ had to dispose of RJ's remains, so he drove to the river and disposed of them there.
Linda in the mean time reported her son as a missing person
A week later, a group of fishing teenagers spotted Terry's body tangled up in weeds, and the police showed up and pulled the remains out of the river, noticing immediately it was foot less.
Linda received the news of her son, wondering to herself how she would survive the loss of her son and husband, all within three weeks, not ever for a moment imagining that the friendly funeral director, who was a close friend of her deceased husband/bunkbuddy in the military was a responsible party and who was now wearing on the right foot her son's dead foot sole and on his left foot and wearing now a 4 month old sole of her husband's Brad's foot.
IF SHE ONLY KNEW
Brad and RJ were two military buddies in the US army, in the same group and the same division
They served time together in the army for 6 years
Brad was your average family man, a wife and a handsome son named Terry
One day on one of their routine assignments RJ rolled an IED with the Jeep he was driving, and RJ sustained a very bad leg injury on his left leg therefore ending his military career on the spot.
RJ was treated in the military hospital for about three months, his faithful and extremely handsome friend Brad came to visit RJ every day while in the hospital.
Not ever knowing that RJ had harbored a secret, strange and what some would say a disgusting, deep obsessive lust for Brad
RJ and Brad were bunkmates as well, Brad never knew of the six years of RJ getting up in the middle of the night and gently licking, sucking, sniffing and kissing Brad's smelly, sweaty, musky mansoles and jacking off to it on a nightly basis
It would be fair to say that RJ literally was in love with Brad's sweaty manfeet.
Brad asked RJ "So my buddy, what are your plans now that you're leaving the army because of your injury?"
RJ responded "Well, do you really want to know Brad?"
Brad laughingly said "Well yeah, why not. Or I wouldn't had asked)
RJ said "Well, I'm taking over my deceased uncle funeral service"
Brad being unaware of the fact that RJ had undergone previous schooling in the arts of mortician prior to joining the military.
Brad said "Don't you need school for that?"
RJ said "Yeah, I had it before I joined here. I have 4 years of funeral services under my belt"
Brad said "Good luck my dear friend. I guess I will look you up when I am out in two more years and since we live in the same town it won't be too hard to find you"
RJ said with a nod "Yes", while looking at Brad lustfully
With a glance downwards at Brad's big, sweaty, booted military feet
"Yes, I just can't wait"
Now there was also another side to RJ
RJ is what we all might call a gay, foot fetishist, necrophiliac with cannibalistic tendencies
Yes, our boy RJ was quite messed up in his mind
The many countless nights that RJ sucked and fucked Brad's feet while he lay there asleep, he always imagined that it was Brad's corpse
So, RJ went home to his hometown and took on the job of undertaker
He enjoyed several minor trysts with the soles of some of the men's dead feet that came in through the doors of his funeral parlor
but could never get his mind of his one real obsession, which would have been Brad
A couple of month's passed and RJ not knowing Brad's wife name and appearance suddenly found himself with a wife of a client in a state of tears named Linda.
Linda came in a said how she had a military husband who was killed by friendly fire
RJ's heart went out to this widow
RJ made arrangements to pick up the remains at the hospital
Upon arrival with the remains from the hospital back at the funeral parlor RJ always seemed to have the sense of excitement when first opening the casket, almost like unwrapping a Christmas gift, wondering and waiting what types of goodies lay inside
Suddenly RJ heard the front door bell ring and it was Linda who came to finish up the paperwork.
Linda sat down with tears and RJ consoled her and said "Again, I am so sorry for your loss"
They went into RJ's office and RJ said "This is one of our standard forms. So Linda, fill it out and hand it back to me when you are done." When everything was done she handed RJ the clipboard. As RJ scanned over the information he sensed his mind entering a state of euphoria and surrealism.
As he looked at the name of the deceased it said Bradley Beck.
Being somewhat startled he confronted Linda and asked what branch her husband was in.
Everything matched up with this being Brad.
He said "Oh my God, your husband and I were bunkmates for the last 6 years. He was my best friend. I had no idea that Bradley was deceased." Linda and RJ therefore felt a strange bond connect between them. Linda of course not knowing anything about RJ's dark side.
RJ hurried her along and encouraged her to go home and get some sleep.
Once she left RJ turned off all the security cameras, closed every blind and window and locked the place down. He ran back to the embalming room and with shaking hands and rapidly beating heart and a harder cock then he had ever before he opened the top of the casket, and there he saw the love of his life for the past 6 years. The man that he lusted over and daydreamed about for many a nights about doing the most unthinkable things to his soles and feet if only he were dead. His dream became a reality. RJ immediately pulled Brad's boots and sock from his sweaty feet that were held in a hospital cold unit overnight.
Now being more of room temperature Bradley's body was a bit stiff and cold.
RJ took Bradley's wrinkled sole meat and buried and dove his face and pushed and grinded his entire face, especially his nose, deeply into Bradley's ball pads and the spaces between all of his toes.
RJ's cock was pulsating as if though it had a pulse of a thousand beats per minute. Head of his had was dripping so much pre-cum, that the tight jeans that he had on harbored a stain of pre cum the size of an orange.
He immediately got the hoist, which lifted Bradly from the hospital casket.
As Bradley was suspended in the air, sockless and bootless, RJ went back to the soles and took a good sized nip of the ball pad from the sole of Brad's left foot, ripped out a piece of dead flesh, male foot flesh that is, about the size of a Nickle and an eight of an inch deep from underneath the second and third toes.
RJ feverishly sucked on this piece of sole meat as he kept burying his face and dived into harder and harder into his buddy's dead soles.
RJ could not believe this was all true, what were the odds, what was the luck that Brad would have been killed and for his funeral home of all funeral homes to handle the remains. RJ dragged Brad's lifeless cold body into his downstairs bedroom. RJ had lived on the premises. He stripped Brad's body, put it in a nice, warm bed where Brad's body rapidly took on the nice warm temperature of a living human being again.
RJ enjoyed two full nights of sucking on Brad's dead cock and balls and licking, sucking, biting, eating and fucking the cold, hot, delicious dead soles of Brad's feet.
Brad was a big boy, size 14 EE, big and wide.
RJ had noticed Bradley started to turn purple, and thought to himself "Oh Shit, I'd better get busy with his remains, but I am so in love with this man and have been for so many years and now the Gods have decided to answer my prayers. I have him all for myself. How am I going to part with my handsome sex toy?"
RJ decided that there was one thing to do, simply keep Brad's feet, either whole or parts of, since the tops of men's feet didn't do much for RJ, he decided simply to keep the toes and the soles of both feet.
With a skill of a surgeon, RJ gingerly cut off the soles of both Bradley's feet, took a small bone saw and cut off all 10 of Brad's toes.
And the fact was such a huge footed man, he had very large toes.
Brad popped several toes in his mouth on a daily basis.
And very lightly chewed them, and sucked out the flavor of the flesh of his hot hunk's foot meat.
RJ also took the soles of Brad's feet one side being nothing but raw flesh and meat which he decided to stick the raw sides to the soles of his own bare feet, covered with socks and then put into his own pair of boots.
Sure, it felt squishy when taking every step, but it felt so right and so good to RJ.
At the end of each day, knowing that these dead sole pads which had been dead now for 8 days were still bearing the weight of a man and still being walked upon and used they way they were meant to be. They had a slight odor of decay coming on to them, so RJ had to be sure to take extra good care of these sole pads by keeping them clean and dry overnight.
At the time of the wake for Bradley, Linda thanked RJ profusely for the wonderful job he had for his friend Brad and her husband Brad.
Never once imagining or even dreaming of the possibility that her deceased husband's army buddy who prepped and took care of her husband's remains, was literally standing on the soles of her husband's dead feet next to the casket of her husband Brad.
Nor did Linda had any idea that RJ had eaten and ingested parts of her husband's deceased feet.
She grabbed RJ by the hand and said "I'd like you to meet Brad's son, Terry."
Terry was 22 years old, as he turned around to greet RJ, RJ thought he was seeing a ghost. Terry was a spitting image of his father but younger.
Terry had a weird feeling from the start about RJ, and to make matters worse, when RJ smiled and introduced himself, Terry thought he had seen what looked like a chunk of human skin pouched in the right side of RJ's cheek.
He quickly dismissed the thought and just said to himself "Nah."
Several weeks had gone by and funeral was done and over with.
Bradley was in the ground.
Terry and Linda were back at home, finally remembering their father and husband Brad.
And RJ was still at the funeral parlor, still masturbating with the soles of Bradley's dead feet that RJ walked on every day and sucked on the toes of everyday.
Terry thought to himself, "There's something very strange about that man."
He could not forget that it looked strange to him that RJ had a clump of human skin in his mouth, never imagining for a moment that he really did see what he thought he saw and that it was his dead's father's left sole that he actually saw in his mouth and that his father laid footless in the casket that one particular night that was the last time he would see his father.
Terry decided to give RJ a visit, the excuse for the visit would be thanking him profusely again for the great service he provided for his mother and father.
The door was unlocked at the funeral parlor, so Terry let himself in.
Terry decided to have a look around.
He came across a door that said "Employees Only"
He decided to enter anyways
To his horror, plain in sight, right when he entered the room, he found photographs of his father's dad, naked, footless body. Thought to himself, scratching his head and eyes bugging, "This can't be"
Suddenly the rear door of the parlor flew open, it was RJ, seeing Terry looking at the pictures of his father. Terry screamed "What the fuck did you do to my father?"
RJ said, "It's not what it looks like, it's not what you think it is. Let me explain"
Terry screamed, "I'm calling the police, my dad's feet are gone in the photographs. Is that what you has in his mouth during the wake? A piece of dad's foot?"
RJ had no choice. He realized he could not let Terry go.
So he took the embalming needle and plunged it deep into Terry's chest.
Terry's blood splattered all over the embalming room.
Terry died in a matter of minutes and RJ realized he had to dispose of the remains.
But first he decided that he would have a lovely re-enactment and second performance with Bradley's son and twin, Terry.
He went through the whole procedure again, keeping him in the bed for two days, making love to his penis and feet, cutting off the soles and keeping the toes.
RJ had to dispose of RJ's remains, so he drove to the river and disposed of them there.
Linda in the mean time reported her son as a missing person
A week later, a group of fishing teenagers spotted Terry's body tangled up in weeds, and the police showed up and pulled the remains out of the river, noticing immediately it was foot less.
Linda received the news of her son, wondering to herself how she would survive the loss of her son and husband, all within three weeks, not ever for a moment imagining that the friendly funeral director, who was a close friend of her deceased husband/bunkbuddy in the military was a responsible party and who was now wearing on the right foot her son's dead foot sole and on his left foot and wearing now a 4 month old sole of her husband's Brad's foot.
IF SHE ONLY KNEW
He needed their beautiful feet so he took them.
