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14
Ville
Its mid-September now, a mere 2 weeks since my fathers death and a month since my arrival. Since his first mention of it on the day of my fathers death, Bam has spoken little more of our plans to escape. That said, nor have I, but, then again, I'm not the one who has the means to escape. He is.
"YOU!" A guard cries pointing at me. Me? What have I done now? I've been able to avoid any punishment for the last two weeks, yet my body has barely healed from the last time the snake-like whip was brought down on my battered frame. I gulp, stand and face the guard, mentally preparing myself for anything he may say or do. "You have been assigned to the Sonderkommandos. Mr Margera here will show you to yer new barracks and inform you or yer new duties," He said, gesturing behind him. Bam nodded at me as if we'd just meet, and marched ahead with a stern 'Follow me,' But I can tell he was trying not to laugh. We entered my new barracks, and I gasped in surprise. I had my own room! Small - yet my own. A bed with a mattress - a straw filled one, but a mattress nonetheless. I grinned at the sight of the room, there was even a table, a chair and drawers with - fresh clothes! It was like I'd died and go to heaven, this room was bliss - pure and utter bliss - compared to the rest of the camp. Hearing the door shut, and knowing that we were fully alone, I turned and pulled Bam into my arms, kissing him repeatedly in thanks.
"Oh Bam! Thank you so much, you have no idea how much this means! I love you so much for this, you know that!" I cry. He laughs, takes my arms and holds me still.
"I pulled some strings, but calm down Willa, before you pull something!" He said, grinning. I thanked him again with a kiss. But his grin faded. "This job comes at a price Willa - you have to work in the crematoria, burning bodies," I gulped - I didn't want to burn bodies, but if it meant surviving, keeping to my fathers dying wish, and escaping with Bam, then I'd do anything. Besides, I was so accustomed to the sights, sounds and smells of death, that surely the job can't be that bad. Everyday I watch people die in front of me, I've become so accustomed to it, that I barely blink when a man drops dead at my feet.
"I don't care Bammie - If it means surviving, escaping with you, then I'd do anything." I say. He smiles again and pulls me into his arms, his tears dampen my shoulder, like so many times before, yet this time, they are in happiness. "I love you Bammie," I whisper into his ear.
"You'll get 3 meals a day with this job, porridge in the morning, soup for lunch, and a bit of meat in the evening. You can wash often, have fresh clothes, your punished less. You won't need me anymore," He says, blinking back more tears as he stares into my eyes. He fails and lets out a small sob like laugh as tears begin to drip steadily down his face. I smile and wipe them away. I smile and take his hands, giving them a reassuring squeeze.
"I need you Bammie, your my life line, no matter what. Even if I had everything I could ever need in life, it'd mean nothing if I couldn't have you. In fact, I'd rather be out there with you, than here, with this job, without you," Tears fall from Bam's eyes again, and he smiles, lighting up his face with a warm, vibrant glow. "I love you,"
"I love you too," He replies, and he kisses me. Our kisses have become some what more than kisses recently. We sit and straddle the other, allowing our groins to touch ever-so slightly. Each feels the others excitement, but we do nothing about it - neither of us feels we can go any further - not here. Bam pushes me back on the bed, then straddles my legs. I find myself giggling slightly as our erections touch through our clothes. Bam smiles and simply kisses with more passion, but his hand wanders down...
"Bam! No - you know I can't, not here!" I say as I swat his hand away. He simply nods, but he looks disappointed. I admit, I am too, sometimes all I wish for is that we are able to touch, to feel, to make love! But no, I could never do something so loving here. "But maybe...maybe we could...you know...grind together until we cum..." I whisper, blushing untold numbers of shades of red. Bam chuckles slightly and forces our eyes to meet.
"I'd like that...but we have to be quiet," He says. I nod, I'm eager, no, desperate, for a sexual release. The second I feel Bam's hips thrust against me, I moan, it feels so good. Bam smothers my moan with a kiss. As we begin to move together, I lie back and allow him to lie on top of me. He grinds down onto me as I thrust up, and our erections meet again, rubbing against each other through the harsh material of our clothes, but it's enough for both of us. Again and again we join together like this, grinding together with more passion and energy at every movement, hiding each others sounds of passion with stolen kisses. I feel as though Bam and I could continue forever, but soon, too soon, I feel a familiar tingling deep in my stomach and I cum hard into my pants. Bam comes too, and we collapse together, hot, sweating and happy onto the bed. We lie together, not moving, not speaking, for a few minutes, until Bam gets up. Luckily, his cum isn;t visible through the thick dark material of his pants. He smirks as he looks down, then at me.
"Looks like someone had a little accident!" He says. I laugh as I stand and playfully hit him.
"My clothes are thinner and lighter so there!" I say, but I kiss him nevertheless. After only a few seconds he pulls away.
"I have to go, I'm sorry, but I'll see you tomorrow, I promise," He says, his hand on my cheek. I simply nod and he kisses me quick. As he leaves I hear him yell
"Change you damn clothes before someone see's" It makes me laugh, but I do so anyway.
Bam
"Mom..?"I wander home from Villes room with a post-cumming smile on my face which, no matter how hard I try, won't go away. However, when I return home, I know something is wrong. Upon opening the door, all is silent. Normally Mom is in the kitchen making dinner, or listening to the radio. Scrap runs to me and jumps up my legs, his tongue hanging out, his tail wagging madly. A sure sign he is hungary. Odd, mom never forgets to feed him.
"April...MOM!" I yell. There is no reply. Shaking with fear, I slowly walk upstairs. "MOM!" Again...nothing. Opening her door, I see her. She's sweating badly, shaking, tears are in her eyes. "Mom! Oh god...whats wrong!" I cry, running over to her. I grasp her hand. Her own grasp is damp and feeble. Tears begin to drip from my eyes. "Mom..?"
"Bam...honey....I'm fine...just in a little..." She groans. "Pain..." I kiss her fingers gingerly and she giggles.
"I used...to...do that to...you when...you were...sick," She whispers. I smile and repeat the action.
"Mom, tell me what happened, please!" I beg, more tears flowing freely from my eyes. I let my mother wipe them away, something I've never let her do before, no matter how upset I am. "Please mom..." I beg again when she says nothing.
"I...had another...stroke..." She whispers, and I gasp. "I...shouldn't have...told you..."
"MOM! The doctor says you could die if you have another stroke..." I cry out. She simply nods. "Do you think...maybe you...are?" I ask. Another nod, its barely there, but I see the movement. "Oh god...oh Mom you can't die...I need you mom...please don't die...I love you too much...." I say desperately, my words barely understandable through my tears. I feel her squeeze my hand tighter.
"I'm sorry...but I have...have to...let go...." She whispers. I shake my head violently and cling to her dying frame.
"NO!" I scream. "NO! Fight it mom, please!" I plead. She smiles slightly and nods.
"I'll try...my darling...I promise...but...prepare yourself...for the worst....I have..." She whispers, cradling my cheek in her palm. I nod and grasp her hand once more.
"Mom...there's something I need to tell you..." I say, looking firmly into her eyes. She smiles at me.
"Your...in love..." She whispers. I laugh slightly, yet tears still flow from my eyes. Her eyes sparkle as she explains.
"Because your...my son...you seem so...happy...you have...a glow..." She mutters smiling, wiping my eyes yet again. My own smile widens.
"Mom...its a prisoner....a Jewish prisoner. I've been helping him live...we're going to escape together. I have to get him out of there mom...I love him," I say. I wait for my mothers reaction, wishing it were good, yet knowing it may well be bad. (April knows Bam is gay.)
"He makes...you happy...that's all I care...about..." She struggles to say. I smile once again. "I give you...my blessing....but...be careful....don't get caught....don't become....a member of...that hell..."
"I'll be careful, I promise," I say. April smiles and nods.
"Get out...of here with...him...you know....we are losing...the war....the allies....they'll come...here...get out....get away....hide...and be....be happy with...with...?"
"Ville mom, his name is Ville."
"Be happy...with Ville," She says. I nod and kiss her knuckles once again. "I...love you Bam...remember that..." Again I nod.
"Don't let go Mom please!" I beg. She shakes her head.
"Need...sleep..." She whispers. I nod and cover her up, before I settle myself in the armchair in her room.
"I'll be here all night, wake me if you need anything," I say, and she nods. "Night mom..."
"Night Bam...my darling..." Five minutes later, we are both asleep. I wake the next morning as light floods the room. Mom isn't awake, so I go to wake her. I shake her arm slightly.
"Mom..?"
Its mid-September now, a mere 2 weeks since my fathers death and a month since my arrival. Since his first mention of it on the day of my fathers death, Bam has spoken little more of our plans to escape. That said, nor have I, but, then again, I'm not the one who has the means to escape. He is.
"YOU!" A guard cries pointing at me. Me? What have I done now? I've been able to avoid any punishment for the last two weeks, yet my body has barely healed from the last time the snake-like whip was brought down on my battered frame. I gulp, stand and face the guard, mentally preparing myself for anything he may say or do. "You have been assigned to the Sonderkommandos. Mr Margera here will show you to yer new barracks and inform you or yer new duties," He said, gesturing behind him. Bam nodded at me as if we'd just meet, and marched ahead with a stern 'Follow me,' But I can tell he was trying not to laugh. We entered my new barracks, and I gasped in surprise. I had my own room! Small - yet my own. A bed with a mattress - a straw filled one, but a mattress nonetheless. I grinned at the sight of the room, there was even a table, a chair and drawers with - fresh clothes! It was like I'd died and go to heaven, this room was bliss - pure and utter bliss - compared to the rest of the camp. Hearing the door shut, and knowing that we were fully alone, I turned and pulled Bam into my arms, kissing him repeatedly in thanks.
"Oh Bam! Thank you so much, you have no idea how much this means! I love you so much for this, you know that!" I cry. He laughs, takes my arms and holds me still.
"I pulled some strings, but calm down Willa, before you pull something!" He said, grinning. I thanked him again with a kiss. But his grin faded. "This job comes at a price Willa - you have to work in the crematoria, burning bodies," I gulped - I didn't want to burn bodies, but if it meant surviving, keeping to my fathers dying wish, and escaping with Bam, then I'd do anything. Besides, I was so accustomed to the sights, sounds and smells of death, that surely the job can't be that bad. Everyday I watch people die in front of me, I've become so accustomed to it, that I barely blink when a man drops dead at my feet.
"I don't care Bammie - If it means surviving, escaping with you, then I'd do anything." I say. He smiles again and pulls me into his arms, his tears dampen my shoulder, like so many times before, yet this time, they are in happiness. "I love you Bammie," I whisper into his ear.
"You'll get 3 meals a day with this job, porridge in the morning, soup for lunch, and a bit of meat in the evening. You can wash often, have fresh clothes, your punished less. You won't need me anymore," He says, blinking back more tears as he stares into my eyes. He fails and lets out a small sob like laugh as tears begin to drip steadily down his face. I smile and wipe them away. I smile and take his hands, giving them a reassuring squeeze.
"I need you Bammie, your my life line, no matter what. Even if I had everything I could ever need in life, it'd mean nothing if I couldn't have you. In fact, I'd rather be out there with you, than here, with this job, without you," Tears fall from Bam's eyes again, and he smiles, lighting up his face with a warm, vibrant glow. "I love you,"
"I love you too," He replies, and he kisses me. Our kisses have become some what more than kisses recently. We sit and straddle the other, allowing our groins to touch ever-so slightly. Each feels the others excitement, but we do nothing about it - neither of us feels we can go any further - not here. Bam pushes me back on the bed, then straddles my legs. I find myself giggling slightly as our erections touch through our clothes. Bam smiles and simply kisses with more passion, but his hand wanders down...
"Bam! No - you know I can't, not here!" I say as I swat his hand away. He simply nods, but he looks disappointed. I admit, I am too, sometimes all I wish for is that we are able to touch, to feel, to make love! But no, I could never do something so loving here. "But maybe...maybe we could...you know...grind together until we cum..." I whisper, blushing untold numbers of shades of red. Bam chuckles slightly and forces our eyes to meet.
"I'd like that...but we have to be quiet," He says. I nod, I'm eager, no, desperate, for a sexual release. The second I feel Bam's hips thrust against me, I moan, it feels so good. Bam smothers my moan with a kiss. As we begin to move together, I lie back and allow him to lie on top of me. He grinds down onto me as I thrust up, and our erections meet again, rubbing against each other through the harsh material of our clothes, but it's enough for both of us. Again and again we join together like this, grinding together with more passion and energy at every movement, hiding each others sounds of passion with stolen kisses. I feel as though Bam and I could continue forever, but soon, too soon, I feel a familiar tingling deep in my stomach and I cum hard into my pants. Bam comes too, and we collapse together, hot, sweating and happy onto the bed. We lie together, not moving, not speaking, for a few minutes, until Bam gets up. Luckily, his cum isn;t visible through the thick dark material of his pants. He smirks as he looks down, then at me.
"Looks like someone had a little accident!" He says. I laugh as I stand and playfully hit him.
"My clothes are thinner and lighter so there!" I say, but I kiss him nevertheless. After only a few seconds he pulls away.
"I have to go, I'm sorry, but I'll see you tomorrow, I promise," He says, his hand on my cheek. I simply nod and he kisses me quick. As he leaves I hear him yell
"Change you damn clothes before someone see's" It makes me laugh, but I do so anyway.
Bam
"Mom..?"I wander home from Villes room with a post-cumming smile on my face which, no matter how hard I try, won't go away. However, when I return home, I know something is wrong. Upon opening the door, all is silent. Normally Mom is in the kitchen making dinner, or listening to the radio. Scrap runs to me and jumps up my legs, his tongue hanging out, his tail wagging madly. A sure sign he is hungary. Odd, mom never forgets to feed him.
"April...MOM!" I yell. There is no reply. Shaking with fear, I slowly walk upstairs. "MOM!" Again...nothing. Opening her door, I see her. She's sweating badly, shaking, tears are in her eyes. "Mom! Oh god...whats wrong!" I cry, running over to her. I grasp her hand. Her own grasp is damp and feeble. Tears begin to drip from my eyes. "Mom..?"
"Bam...honey....I'm fine...just in a little..." She groans. "Pain..." I kiss her fingers gingerly and she giggles.
"I used...to...do that to...you when...you were...sick," She whispers. I smile and repeat the action.
"Mom, tell me what happened, please!" I beg, more tears flowing freely from my eyes. I let my mother wipe them away, something I've never let her do before, no matter how upset I am. "Please mom..." I beg again when she says nothing.
"I...had another...stroke..." She whispers, and I gasp. "I...shouldn't have...told you..."
"MOM! The doctor says you could die if you have another stroke..." I cry out. She simply nods. "Do you think...maybe you...are?" I ask. Another nod, its barely there, but I see the movement. "Oh god...oh Mom you can't die...I need you mom...please don't die...I love you too much...." I say desperately, my words barely understandable through my tears. I feel her squeeze my hand tighter.
"I'm sorry...but I have...have to...let go...." She whispers. I shake my head violently and cling to her dying frame.
"NO!" I scream. "NO! Fight it mom, please!" I plead. She smiles slightly and nods.
"I'll try...my darling...I promise...but...prepare yourself...for the worst....I have..." She whispers, cradling my cheek in her palm. I nod and grasp her hand once more.
"Mom...there's something I need to tell you..." I say, looking firmly into her eyes. She smiles at me.
"Your...in love..." She whispers. I laugh slightly, yet tears still flow from my eyes. Her eyes sparkle as she explains.
"Because your...my son...you seem so...happy...you have...a glow..." She mutters smiling, wiping my eyes yet again. My own smile widens.
"Mom...its a prisoner....a Jewish prisoner. I've been helping him live...we're going to escape together. I have to get him out of there mom...I love him," I say. I wait for my mothers reaction, wishing it were good, yet knowing it may well be bad. (April knows Bam is gay.)
"He makes...you happy...that's all I care...about..." She struggles to say. I smile once again. "I give you...my blessing....but...be careful....don't get caught....don't become....a member of...that hell..."
"I'll be careful, I promise," I say. April smiles and nods.
"Get out...of here with...him...you know....we are losing...the war....the allies....they'll come...here...get out....get away....hide...and be....be happy with...with...?"
"Ville mom, his name is Ville."
"Be happy...with Ville," She says. I nod and kiss her knuckles once again. "I...love you Bam...remember that..." Again I nod.
"Don't let go Mom please!" I beg. She shakes her head.
"Need...sleep..." She whispers. I nod and cover her up, before I settle myself in the armchair in her room.
"I'll be here all night, wake me if you need anything," I say, and she nods. "Night mom..."
"Night Bam...my darling..." Five minutes later, we are both asleep. I wake the next morning as light floods the room. Mom isn't awake, so I go to wake her. I shake her arm slightly.
"Mom..?"