Anything for a friend

[JValdez]

Anything for a friend

© JValdez 2011

Our work for NATO had been strenuous, depressing and necessary. The world-wide famine begun in 2017 had continued, and here we were, three years later, in Tuscany, attempting to enforce order on an increasingly wild, lawless and hysterical population that was among the last surviving. Food was the first concern in this formerly lush, food-producing area. Fields that had supported animals and their owners for centuries were barren, dust-swept, sterile. Orchards and vineyards that had been the pride of the country and indeed, the world were gone, their contents used for wood fires long ago. Our division from Berlin had been given one order: “Secure the region”; anarchy had taken the place of what was formerly one of the most desirable areas of the planet to live in. Rumors of illicit cannibalism abounded. It was imperative and one of our main mission points to halt illicit meat trade. Only approved, disease-free humeat™ was given the green light for trade. Of course, under the circumstances one couldn’t fault the natives for taking things into their own hands (literally) but we were sent to do a job & we would do it.

Stationed at Monteriggioni, a former tourist haunt, we hunkered down every night after our busy days administering justice, distributing approved food, and attempting to restore order to the area. In Piazza Roma, five guillotines stood as a stark reminder that crime was being delt with severely. Today’s crop of 25 headless men was stacked in a crowded make-shift morgue just adjacent to the guillotines; guillotines were brought back because of the visual impact and also due to limited resources. Our task was to keep the heads and decapitated bodies together following execution, and either to release the set to friends or family, and process the remainders as humeat™ where possible. The last execution had been especially messy; the subject was athletic, probably near 30 years old, and struggled. We really discouraged struggling and always offered the subject the option of a tranquilizer to make their exit easier and our job easier. I vividly remembered the exchange: “I can offer you this tranquilizer to relax your body, sir. It’s much easier that way”, the commanding officer said. “Easier for whom?”, the condemned man asked. “Well, honestly, sir, if you think this is easy for us . . . “ the officer trailed off. “Yeah, just chop off my fuckin head, and then God knows what happens to my body!” he exclaimed. “You’ve been given the option of releasing the set to friends, family, or donating it to . . .” , again the officer trailed off. “The fucking set!” he screeched, “The fucking Set!” and then, much lower, “What do you think I am, a meatsource®?”, he spat. “Well, actually, sir, we have identified your physical person as appropriate for consumption according to currently accepted standards”, the officer replied. “Well, fuck me harder”, the prisoner exploded. “Just chop off my fuckin head and get it over with!”, he yelled at the top of his lungs. “Just chop of my fukin head!” he screamed. “And no fucking tranquilizer, no, not any!”, he continued. “Thank you sir”, the officer quietly answered; this way, please”, and led the prisoner the short distance to guillotine five. His torso was bared, his hair was short enough for this operation; his hands were cuffed behind his back, and he was asked if he had any last words. “Yeah, fuck you, fuck everything!” he spat, then beginning to break down and weep, said, “Oh my God, I never saw my son again, never saw him”, and was physically directed to move to the table and blade. Almost immediately, he began to squirm and struggle. “No, no, no! This can’t be happening!” he screamed. “Please, no! Don’t chop off my head!”,he continued screaming. His body was moved to the bascule, his head fixed in the lunette. “Oh my God, please!”, he continued screaming. The officer put his hand on the prisoner’s shoulder and bent down to reassure him. “It will all be over shortly. Please try and relax.” “Oh my God, Oh My Go—“ the prisoner’s last exclamation was shortened as the officer tripped the lever that released the blade; it zoomed down to the prisoner’s thick muscular neck and through it in a flash, sending his head rolling over the paving stones. The stump pumped and pumped what seemed like oceans of blood; the body still struggling; the head facing it’s body, seemingly transfixed by the gory sight. Suddenly, the cuffs popped, and the body thrashed even more, flailing it’s arms and ending facing up on the paving stones, clutching at what used to be it’s head and becoming entangled on the bloody stump. I felt a twinge of nausea, and then a sudden flush, as I noticed that the torso was in an inverted “U” pattern, back arched up, and clearly ejaculating. “Oh my God”, I thought, and rushed to retrieve the head, which by now had gone dark, it’s eyes still open but vacant. “Soldier, try to keep this set together”, the officer ordered, clearly excited about what had just transpired. “Yes sir, I’ll be right back”, I answered, and went to retrieve the cart for the body. My partner was waiting in the morgue and as soon as he saw my face he immediately jumped into action, saying “Here, let me take that”, and helping me to move the cart over the paving stones to our latest client. “Oh, a pumper!”, he sniggered, looking at the cum leaking down the headless body’s trousers. “Yeah, it made for quite a sight!”, I answered, trying to inject some macabre humour into what had been a most exhausting day. “Look, I’ll clean this one up”, he offered, “You’ve been through enough today”, “Thank you”, I said, and headed to the morgue to collect my things and return to my quarters. As I was about to exit the commanding officer called out “Soldier, we need you here, now!” My heart sank as I anticipated more difficult work. “I need you to lose case 39 stroke 0577 stroke 13”. I looked at him quizzically; standard operating procedures normally did not permit any client to be “lost”; Berlin’s database was renowned world-wide for being comprehensive and current. “Well, yes, I understand what you are saying, but . . .” “Soldier, you have just been given a direct order”, he leaned across the desk in a low voice and looked straight into my eyes. “I don’t care what you do with it, fuck it, eat it, burn it, just get it out of here! You know how overloaded we are! It has been completely deleted from the system and Berlin wants it gone now, not tomorrow”, he continued. “I’m sorry to have to put this on you soldier, but maybe somehow you can make it work to your advantage”, he said with finality. “Oh, and one thing more; it’s headless, you know how chaotic this week has been, we lost it’s head; so at least you won’t have to worry about that”. “Yeah, at least I won’t have to worry about that”, I muttered to myself. “It’s been taken to your quarters, you know where the tools and resources are to handle it”, he concluded. “Yeah, fucked up my whole weekend”, I muttered again.

 

[JValdez]

Anything for a friend
Parte due

Just a short walk away was my “home”, a former restaurant with an apartment in the back; it was actually quite comfortable compared to what some were living in, and had the advantage of some other facilities on-site. I walked in and saw



client 39 / 0577 / 13 sprawled “face up” (well there really wasn’t a face anymore was there?) on my bed, it’s toe tag in place. “Ducky!” I thought! “Haven’t shared this bed with anyone or thing in three years anyway!” I moved closer,



and then closer



and was impressed with the absolute, staggering beauty of it’s feet; during this assignment I had seen my share of feet, but these stood out because of their beauty. I felt a strange hardening sensation in my groin but passed it off as tension release at the end of an absolutely horrible week, our last execution included. I couldn’t get the picture of it clutching at it’s stump, arching it’s back, and then ejaculating . . . out of my mind--horrible! I opened a bottle of my best Chianti and started to enjoy one of the best perks of this assignment; what food and beverage in the region that had been available prior to the onset of “the troubles” had been divided up and extra-special stores were open only to us. My personal panty overflowed with a wealth of food and beverage, which I most carefully guarded. In Monteriggioni we had not yet been required to resort to eating humeat™, although we were given samples so that we would be familiar with it. It tasted slightly sweet, with a pork-like texture. We knew, as with any other animal, that the age, health, etc., of the animal was important in obtaining the best product. We preferred not to dwell on the day we would be required to eat the product, although we knew it was getting closer and closer.

After the first three glasses of wine, I was in a much better mood, and decided to revisit my guest. I tore off the toe tag, and touched it’s foot



“Good God!” I thought, the infusion of stay-pli™ had been a wise move on the morgue’s part; although cool, the foot was very pliable, so pliable that I began to play with it and smell it, from the toes to the heel, and every inch of the soles. I marveled at the whorls, the gorgeous patterns on each toe. I sucked each toe. I began to massage the right foot with my hand and felt it warm a bit. There was a distinct hardening in my groin. I kept on with the left foot; the hair on it’s calf and it’s ankle were very energizing; I massaged the sole and held each foot to my chest; suddenly I found my zipper open and my raging hardon pumping load after hot load of cum onto it’s soles. I couldn’t stop. My heart was pounding; I licked my cum off it’s feet, savouring it’s toes. I grasped it’s legs and edged up it’s torso; I ripped it’s pants and shirt off and started crying. It felt so good! I humped it’s soft cock and licked it’s tits, it’s shoulder, it’s stump, underneath it’s arms; the aroma from it’s pits made me hard again; I continued down it’s treasure trail and very gently sucked the head of it’s soft cock. Such a beauty! I continued down the shaft and swore I could feel it getting hard; I sucked that cock as if I had never seen a cock before. At least one like this one! I fondled it’s balls, big and juicy; they felt so good in my mouth. I continued down to it’s ass, pulling apart the cheeks and losing myself in it’s tight tight hole. It had been prepped well; I always dreaded the procedure of flushing the ass with one hose while another was jammed in the stump. It was all taken care of; this ass smelled so good, like musk. I kept it apart and dove in with my tongue. Mmmmmm! So good! It stayed tight, only releasing a bit when I inserted my index finger, and then my second finger, and so on, until my whole hand was up it’s ass. Oh my God! My cock was hard and dripping again as I gently fist-fucked it’s ass. In and out, in and out, such a beautiful ass, such a beautiful body! I pulled out and surveyed the body. It just sat there, not doing much.




I downed another glass of wine and offered my new guest a bit, pouring half a glass down it’s stump. I swore it reddened a bit, as if appreciating the Chianti. It was then that I stopped cold. Under its right tit I observed a spot, something that I had seen before, that I was very familiar with. I suddenly got cold chills—it couldn’t be! It just couldn’t be! I thought back to the days when we had first arrived, when I had passed time in a little village near Pisa, in a bar, before heading off to this place; the natives were extraordinarily friendly; always buying us drinks or espresso. One boy in particular, “Tony”, had made my acquaintance, and then friendship, always showing photos of his family and his fiancée, letting me know how proud he was that his plans were going forward. One rainy Friday night Tony took me aside, and directed me towards a quieter corner, I could see concern in his eyes. “Look soldier, I want to show you something”, he started, as always. He dragged out his ever-present filofax and turned to some pages of what looked like headless men in speedos. “It’s me, he continued, “I couldn’t get it to fit in all the way so I chopped it’s head off”, he stated matter-of-factly. “Damn, these Italians!”, I thought. “Always one design or another!” I observed that Tony had not only chopped their heads off but drawn, quite excellently, I remarked, stumps, so that they looked very natural in a macabre sort of way. “Well, Tony, that’s all very nice, but why are you showing this to me?” I asked, genuinely puzzled. “Here’s the thing”, he continued, “I’m showing you these photos of my body when I swim so you can become familiar with it, identify it”. “Tony”, I answered, a little uncomfortable, “Exactly what do you mean become familiar with it, identify it?” “Oh shit”, he answered, his beautiful brown eyes welling up; “I’m not coming on to you soldier, I’ve heard some very strange things are going on, and I want you to look out for me, no matter what condition I’m in.” He was weeping quietly. “You know that there are food shortages, you know what kind of rumours are going around”, he continued, “If it should ever come down to that, you can have me for food.” I sat up, recoiled, as if someone had gut-punched me. “Tony, have you lost your little Italian mind?” I urgently asked, I put a tissue to his eyes, dabbing them as a mother might have. He gradually stopped sobbing, but very quietly said, “Soldier, I mean it, here, take this photo”, and handed me one of the magnificent beheaded swimmers. “Okay, Tony, but I seriously doubt that it will ever come to that”, I replied, as we strode arm over shoulder out to our vehicles. He meant a lot to me, that handsome boy; I had completely forgotten about him until I saw the spot. I rummaged through my things and found the photo, somewhat worn, and compared it with my guest. It was him. I sat down, dumbfounded. What could I do? Did he really mean it? How would I do it?

 

[JValdez]

Anything for a friend
Parte tre


Another perk was the availability of excellent hashish; I really needed some right now and got out my little box and started rolling some big blunts. After a few hits, things seemed a bit better; I returned to my guest, and started posing him for photos, as souvenirs, since I now knew who the former inhabitant was.









Snap, snap, snap; I went over and blew a little smoke down his stump; there was no reason he couldn’t join the party!

A couple of shots I was really proud of:






And this was my favorite:



After a while I decided it was time to sleep, and pushed him just a bit out of the way so I could slide into bed; he seemed so cold out of the bed that I pulled him in and close to me; oh my god, what a hot muscular cold body! I started kissing his stump again, moving down to the tits, and suddenly remembered that I had the sperm extraction system and that I could use it now! After a few more hits, I returned with a silver cylinder that I very very gently inserted into his ass, and turned up the juice, while massaging his cock. Gradually, like a miracle, the cock began to harden, the electrical impulses doing their magic. I massaged and sucked that cock the best that I had ever worked any piece of meat. It began to pulse and suddenly pumped one of the sweetest loads of cum that I have ever tasted down my throat! Oh my God! It continued to pulse, little bits of cum still pumping out of that dead cock. Oh my God! I removed the probe and inserted my hard cock, fucking that tight dead ass ever so gently, making love to it. I shoved my balls in also, what a sensational feeling! It grabbed my balls; I began to pulse and unloaded load after load of my hot cum into that ass. And so it went all night; fucking, sucking, even playing with and fucking the stump; Jesus what a body! Exhausted, I finally slept, my cock inside his ass, arms around his muscular torso. As morning dawned, I realized that the most difficult part of my journey with his headless body was beginning. I didn’t want to do it, but I had orders; Tony and my commanding officer had both ordered me to do it. I threw back the sheets and took in that gorgeous body; it was stunning in it’s headless innocence, as if waiting for someone, sprawled relaxed on the bed with it’s arms down and legs out, like a big doll. I padded out to the restaurant and pulled a couple of espressos; only the best would do for him. I returned and stared at that body; I couldn’t turn away, it was the most beautiful body I had ever seen! I sipped on my espresso, three sugars with milk, and looked at his, black, with two sugars, just the way he always took it. And would take it now. Mine finished, I carefully took his over to the stump and ever so delicately poured it in, just a sip at a time, as if the head were still attached. It gurgled a bit as the hot liquid traveled down to the stomach; again, I swore I could see a bit of appreciative red blush out from the stump down, all the way into the stomach, and throughout the abs. Filled again with passion, I once again madly kissed his body, starting with the stump, where I buried my face, onto the shoulders, the top of the arms, revisited those fragrant pits, over to the tits, down the treasure trail, spent time with his gorgeous masculine hands, over to the soft cock and balls, into that intoxicating fragrant ass, down the beautiful, beautiful hairy muscular legs to the hot hot feet, and back up to the ass. We spent time in a little early morning love- making; I shot a final huge load up his ass and realized that time was really not on our side. I gave him one final series of kisses, from top to bottom.

I carried him to the smokehouse and maneouvered him to the chain that connected to a pulley and lift motor; raised, his body was even more magnificent, if that were possible; I prepared shaving tools and removed all of the hair from his body. The next step was to de-gut him; a sharp butcher’s knife was inserted just above the pubic ridge and moved all the way to the collarbone; everything fell out, as if it were trying to escape. I moved the offal to the side and continued, gently de-jointing the arms, the legs, and then halving those. I rinsed the torso, taking the cock and balls, and moved it to the smoking part of the unit to start the process. The hands and feet were removed and reserved. Finally, each halved limb was salted and prepared for the Prosciutto-making process; I knew it would take a long time, but he was worth it; every bit. I returned to the house with the hands, feet, cock and balls and prepared them for the plastination process; they would stay with me. Idly, I turned over the photo that Tony had given me earlier; it read“qualsiasi cosaper unamico” ; “anything for a friend”; I kissed that magnificent beheaded swimmer’s body and started crying softly; it would be a good winter after all.

 

[stustustugoo]

my cock is pounding!
the head is purple and very swelled!
time to go whack the willie!
wonderful hot story j....

 

[slitneck1]

wow, great story!!!

 

[feettartar]

so, imagination CAN

 

[feettartar]

So, imagination CAN be a substitute for the real thing! i c ............................

 

[JESUS]

Mmmmmm! So good!

 

[guillotinedboy]

Very hot story! Thank you! I'm glad my headless body has become a source of inspiration

 

[Rand503]

Love it! I'm always up for a good head chopping.

 

[platinum]

Good story, love a happy ending!

 

[Dark Fader]

OMG JV - where do I sign up for that job!! It's not everyday you get ordered to 'lose' a body and then are given it as a freebee - imagine the fun.....

Great story Man....I'm just getting around to your material and it seems much more widely based that just a specific urge. You sound interesting.

 

[zainmuttz]

Great story, Jvaldez. I like the way you combine story and pics.

By the way where's this guillotinedboy guy??? I never seen him around. I've read his thread, and it's great!!

 

[JValdez]

Glad you liked, zain--I think guillotinedboy is on hiatus I miss him too!

 

[headsman]

Great story! Thanks!!!

 

[lindier]

Just read this story. Really erotic. Guess tony found you worthy of his post mortem attention. Thanks for posting

 

[Jfoot2002]

Anything for a friend
Parte tre

Beautiful story. Super hot!
Another perk was the availability of excellent hashish; I really needed some right now and got out my little box and started rolling some big blunts. After a few hits, things seemed a bit better; I returned to my guest, and started posing him for photos, as souvenirs, since I now knew who the former inhabitant was.









Snap, snap, snap; I went over and blew a little smoke down his stump; there was no reason he couldn’t join the party!

A couple of shots I was really proud of:






And this was my favorite:



After a while I decided it was time to sleep, and pushed him just a bit out of the way so I could slide into bed; he seemed so cold out of the bed that I pulled him in and close to me; oh my god, what a hot muscular cold body! I started kissing his stump again, moving down to the tits, and suddenly remembered that I had the sperm extraction system and that I could use it now! After a few more hits, I returned with a silver cylinder that I very very gently inserted into his ass, and turned up the juice, while massaging his cock. Gradually, like a miracle, the cock began to harden, the electrical impulses doing their magic. I massaged and sucked that cock the best that I had ever worked any piece of meat. It began to pulse and suddenly pumped one of the sweetest loads of cum that I have ever tasted down my throat! Oh my God! It continued to pulse, little bits of cum still pumping out of that dead cock. Oh my God! I removed the probe and inserted my hard cock, fucking that tight dead ass ever so gently, making love to it. I shoved my balls in also, what a sensational feeling! It grabbed my balls; I began to pulse and unloaded load after load of my hot cum into that ass. And so it went all night; fucking, sucking, even playing with and fucking the stump; Jesus what a body! Exhausted, I finally slept, my cock inside his ass, arms around his muscular torso. As morning dawned, I realized that the most difficult part of my journey with his headless body was beginning. I didn’t want to do it, but I had orders; Tony and my commanding officer had both ordered me to do it. I threw back the sheets and took in that gorgeous body; it was stunning in it’s headless innocence, as if waiting for someone, sprawled relaxed on the bed with it’s arms down and legs out, like a big doll. I padded out to the restaurant and pulled a couple of espressos; only the best would do for him. I returned and stared at that body; I couldn’t turn away, it was the most beautiful body I had ever seen! I sipped on my espresso, three sugars with milk, and looked at his, black, with two sugars, just the way he always took it. And would take it now. Mine finished, I carefully took his over to the stump and ever so delicately poured it in, just a sip at a time, as if the head were still attached. It gurgled a bit as the hot liquid traveled down to the stomach; again, I swore I could see a bit of appreciative red blush out from the stump down, all the way into the stomach, and throughout the abs. Filled again with passion, I once again madly kissed his body, starting with the stump, where I buried my face, onto the shoulders, the top of the arms, revisited those fragrant pits, over to the tits, down the treasure trail, spent time with his gorgeous masculine hands, over to the soft cock and balls, into that intoxicating fragrant ass, down the beautiful, beautiful hairy muscular legs to the hot hot feet, and back up to the ass. We spent time in a little early morning love- making; I shot a final huge load up his ass and realized that time was really not on our side. I gave him one final series of kisses, from top to bottom.

I carried him to the smokehouse and maneouvered him to the chain that connected to a pulley and lift motor; raised, his body was even more magnificent, if that were possible; I prepared shaving tools and removed all of the hair from his body. The next step was to de-gut him; a sharp butcher’s knife was inserted just above the pubic ridge and moved all the way to the collarbone; everything fell out, as if it were trying to escape. I moved the offal to the side and continued, gently de-jointing the arms, the legs, and then halving those. I rinsed the torso, taking the cock and balls, and moved it to the smoking part of the unit to start the process. The hands and feet were removed and reserved. Finally, each halved limb was salted and prepared for the Prosciutto-making process; I knew it would take a long time, but he was worth it; every bit. I returned to the house with the hands, feet, cock and balls and prepared them for the plastination process; they would stay with me. Idly, I turned over the photo that Tony had given me earlier; it read“qualsiasi cosaper unamico” ; “anything for a friend”; I kissed that magnificent beheaded swimmer’s body and started crying softly; it would be a good winter after all.