Auschwitz - COMPLETE

Bam

I had the next day off. Part of me was glad, I wouldn't have to kill anyone, but, at the same time, it meant I could do nothing for the green eyed man I now know as Ville.

That kiss! By god does that man know to make me weak at the knees! The thought of the kiss alone aroused something inside me, and, as I lay half asleep in bed, I found myself harden. I smiled to myself. Good job I had the day off. Looks like I have some things to take care off. I made sure I was comfortable before I began. I pictured Ville in my head, not as he is now, but what I think he would look like if he were well. A beautiful picture springs to mind. Ville, his hair long again, a smile on his face, wearing tight fitting pants and a lose, open shirt. The thought brings a smile to my face. I imagine him kissing me, just like last night, the passion between us is unbearable, as I feel his erection through his pants, and he in turn, feels mine.

"I'll take care of that," I imagine him saying. I grin wickedly. His hand - not mine - slips below the waist band of my pants. I gasp as he surprisingly soft fingers leave ghost trails on my hardened cock, causing it to become fully erect.

"Some ones happy to see me," I imagine him saying. I grin.

"I'm always happy to see you," I reply, in reality, no one hears me. But in my mind, my words only make Ville smile more. I imagine him grasping my cock gently, he rubs the weeping tip with his thumb. I groan out his name. I imagine his hand pumping slowly up and down, his touch is so gentle, so soft....

"God...Ville...so good...." I groan into the empty room. Yet in my mind, Ville can hear me, and my words only make him speed up. I imagine him pumping my cock hard and fast, tugging on my foreskin slightly, his nails running over the delicate skin. It sends me over the edge...

"Ville...gonna...cum...oh god..." I groan, cumming into his hand. I imagine him smiling at me as he raises his fingers to his lips...

I open my eyes at this point. I lay there, a in post-cumming high, and I can honestly say that was the best wank I've ever had. I felt Villes hand, not my own. I saw Ville respond to my every move, my every groan... If its this good in my mind, the reality can only be better. I look at the time. 6am. The. prisoners will just be getting up. Suddenly, in my mind, I can see Ville. He is up against the wall in his bunk, he looks squashed, yet he is smiling. His eyes are closed and his hand is wrapped round his cock... How odd, why did i picture that? Then again, I'd just imagined that Ville had given my a mind blowing hand job. Of course I'm going to thinking these things!

As I stood in the shower, washing myself of the heavenly sins of the morning, I hear something. A voice. Its a woman, and her voice reminds me of on of the many
woman I'd killed the day before.

"You killed me Brandon..." Her voice whispers. I start to shake, I look around, but see no one. "You sent me to my grave, I did nothing wrong!" came the voice again.

"Shut up! Who ever you are shut up!" I cry, turning round in a desperate bid to see the woman. Yet I know she's in my head.

"I was only 17 Mr Margera...I had so much to live for...."

"Shut up, SHUT UP!" I cried, waving my arms around, as if i were swatting the woman away. She goes, but is replaced by another, a man. Something tells me it is the man I'd whipped to death the day before.

"I died in pain, in front of my son! You could have taken mercy on me but you didn't!" said the voice. I began to sob.

"Go away, please go away..." I cry. Another new voice. A woman.

"You killed me! You killed me and my unborn child!" And another. A child.

"Why did you kill me mister? Did I do something wrong? It hurt so bad..." My sobs become more desperate, and I collapse onto the floor of the shower as more voices come into my head.

"You widowed my wife! You made my children bastards! How can you live with yourself!"

"What did I ever do to you?"

"Mommy died right next to me! Papa too! Whatever I did, I'm sorry, just don't kill me as well!"

"GO AWAY!" I scream, "LEAVE ME ALONE. I'M SORRY...I REALLY AM! PLEASE JUST LEAVE ME ALONE! I NEED TO HELP MY MOTHER, SHE'S SICK....SO SICK!" I cried out. The voices stopped, and were replaced by one. The voice said one thing, then all went silent.

"I'm dying, and Its your fault..." came Villes voice. I lay there, curled up in a ball, sobbing, as the now cold water poured over my body.

An hour later, I sat drinking coffee. I rock back and forth, jumping at every sound, as the memories of my shower flood back to me. The post arrives. The noise of it dropping to the floor scares me so much, I spill my coffee every where. I start to sob again as I mop up the spilled drink. All I could do with right now is a hug...

Suddenly, I sprung into action. I dressed in my uniform and marched towards the camp. I was going to get a hug from Ville, even if i killed me.

A guard let me in while saying, "Isn't this your day off?" I nod and mumble an excuse,

"This is my duty! I need to be here!" I say proudly. He grins as he opens the gate.

"Right you are Margera!"

He says. I simply nod and walk on. I must find Ville. Where would me be? Its midday so he must be working, the question is where. Best not to ask anyone, They'd get suspicious. Instead, I wander aimlessly, responding to all questions about my presence on camp with the same excuse as before. Its my duty. They all buy it. It takes me almost an hour, but I find him.
He's sorting through the prisoners possessions. Separating the good from the bad. I had to have a reason to get him out of there.

"Prisoner No. 2334790! What do you think you are doing?" I cry. Everyone stops, looks. Ville looks at me, shocked, yet smiling ever so slightly. "You are putting terrible quality clothes in the pile that will be for German use!" I lie. Anything to get him out. "Do you really think the people of Germany will want to wear this shit?" I ask, picking up the nearest article of clothing. He ducks his head, shaking it. I grasp his arm lightly, and he, like before, pretends to struggle. I march him from the room to a guards bathroom, and, making sure no one is watching, I push him inside.

"Sorry about that," I say as he sits down. He nods.

"I understand," he replies. I smile and stand against the wall next to him. He moves slightly, so there is room for me to sit down too. When I do, he pulls me into his arms. "You look like you need a hug," He says. I start sobbing again.

"I heard voice Ville, voices of the people I'd killed. I feel so guilty. I don't want to have this job, bu I need to support my mother. Shes ill, she'll die without me," I say. He rubs my back.

"Oh Kulta, Its okay, I understand," He says. "The reason I want to - wanted to - survive, was for my parents. But someone told me they were sent to Treblinka. I'm

almost certain they are dead," His voice cracks as he mentions his parents, and so our roles reverse. I comfort him, and he becomes a sobbing heap.

"I'll look into it for you, I promise," I say. I feel him smile into my chest.

"Really?" He asks. I nod and he smiles, hugs me tighter. I reach into my pocket and produce a banana, a small piece of candy, and another sandwich. He takes them
gleefully, and eats quickly. "Your saving my life Bammie, I can't thank you enough," He says.

"Bammie?"

"Its cute!"

"It is." I smile at him. "And thank you Ville. Your keeping me sane. I was about ready to break down..." I said.

"It seems we need each other to survive," He says. He kisses me softly, and again we become entwined in a passionate embrace.

"If you die I die Willa," I say as I pull away and rub my nose against his.

"Willa? Now that's cute!" He says as he kisses me again.

Ville.

I wake up that morning before anyone else. Somethings different. But what. I shift and felt my erection rub against the wall. Erection? Problem solved, that's whats different. Its been so long since Ive been this aroused. And I know why. Bam. Even though I can;t remember my dream, I know I was dreaming of him. Dreaming of us, last night... I muffle a groan as I remember the way his lips caressed mine and my hand reaches down to my throbbing erection. Slipping my hand around it, I imagine that Bam and I are back in the bathroom. Instead of returning to the camp, he pushes me against the wall and lets his hand slip below the waist band of my pants.

"Your so sexy Ville...you deserve this, I wanna make you feel as good as you make me feel..." He whispers. My cock jumps at his words. He cups my balls and I gasp. He is surprisingly gentle. With his other hand. he begins to pump my cock in time with my moans.

"God Bam...your so...good..." I moan. He speeds up, massages my balls.

"That's it Bam....faster..." I groan. He kisses me to keep me quite, but does as I ask. His hands work fast, and I almost blackout in pleasure.

"Oh god...." I moan into his mouth as I cum. I feel him smile.

"That's how good you make me feel," He says.

Then I open my eyes. I find myself shocked as I realise I'm still in my bunk. That was so real. I could feel his hands, I could feel his mouth... As I clean myself up using a discarded jacket, a picture appears in my head. Bam, lying on his bed, smiling broadly, moaning my name as he cums into his hand...

"WAKE UP YOU JEWISH BASTARDS, ROLL-CALL!" Comes the voice of a guard, stirring me from my visions. I'm dragged from my bunk to outside. Its pouring with rain, the guards have umbrellas, we get soaked. Over 100 people have died in the night. Their bodies lay in a rotting heap, barely visible through the rain. The smell is awful, and the blood spreads fast with the help of the rain, and it is soon at my feet.

I get lucky today, I have to wok inside. I spend the morning sorting through the possessions of the prisoners. We have to sort them for German use. I make separate piles of shoes, pants, shirts...everything! Each pile is separated into two. Good quality and bad. I feel so ill as I sort through everything. Everything I touch belonged to someone in this camp. That person is probably dead or dying, and these sick bastards are taking their things for their own use!

At around midday, I hear someone behind me. Its Bam. Immediately, I know something is wrong. He looks visibly shaken.

"Prisoner No. 2334790! What do you think you are doing?" he cries, his voice shaking as much as he does. I look up at him, shocked. I smile slightly, knowing why he is really picking on me.

"You are putting terrible quality clothes in the pile that will be for German use!" He says. What a lie! I can see straight through him, but no one else can. "Do you really think the people of Germany will want to wear this shit?" He asks, picking up the nearest article of clothing. I duck my head, and shake it. I have to fight to hide my laughter. He grasps my arm lightly, and I know what to do. I struggle, I fight, but I let him drag me away. He looks around and pushes me into a different bathroom from the day before when he realises no one is looking.

"Sorry about that," He says as I sit down. Relief, oh sweet relief to be sitting down!

"I understand," I say. Its true, of course I understand. He smiles at me and leans against the wall next to me. I move so there is room for him to sit down too. He does, and I pull him into my arms.

"You look like you need a hug," I say. He starts sobbing, scaring me slightly.

"I heard voice Ville, voices of the people I'd killed. I feel so guilty. I don't want to have this job, but I need to support my mother. Shes ill, she'll die without me," He says as I rub his back. I was right! He doesn;t want to be here. The poor man is as much of a prisoner as I.

"Oh Kulta, Its okay, I understand," I reply, trying my best to comfort him. "The reason I want to - wanted to - survive, was for my parents. But someone told me they were sent to Treblinka. I'm almost certain they are dead," I confess. But I too begin to sob. Bam begins to comfort me. He rubs my back and pulls me close.

"I'll look into it for you, I promise," He says. I smile, news of my parents! I can only hope they aren't...dead....

"Really?" I asks. He nods and he smiles, hugs me tighter. Then he gives me more food, a banana, a small piece of candy, and another sandwich. I eat quickly, knowing

I will have very little to eat after.

"Your saving my life Bammie, I can't thank you enough," I say as I finish.

"Bammie?"

"Its cute!"

"It is." He smiles at me, appreciating the nickname "And thank you Ville. Your keeping me sane. I was about ready to break down..." He says, his smile drops as he

remembers why he'd found me in the first place.

"It seems we need each other to survive," I reply as I kill him softly. We continue in bliss, for minutes.

"If you die I die Willa," He says as he pulls away. We rub noses as I say,

"Willa? Now that's cute!" Then I kiss him again.

I return to work 5 minutes later, and I pretend to be bent double in agony, as if he'd kicked my again and again in the stomach. I continue to sort through the clothes before me until darkness falls. As I reach the bottom of a pile, I spot something. Something that looks familiar. My mothers favorite dress. I know its hers because as I look in the label, I see the wobbly stitched words 'Mommy's' Inside. Something I'd done years ago. I gulp back a sob. My mother was here! She had to be! But was she alive, or was she dead? I had to find out! I continued to examine the article, looking for blood, anything that would tell me of her fate.

I find blood. Around the hem is a large, deep stain. She'd suffered, been in pain. I smelt the dress, and faintly picked up on her flowery perfume, it made me smile, at, at the same time, tears dripped down my face, I had no idea what had happened to my mother.

Suddenly, I felt someone push me to the ground.

"What the hell do you think your doing?" A guard cried. I whimpered as he continued his assault, kicking me again and again. "That does not belong to you! Understand? It belongs to DESERVING GERMANS! NOW, BACK TO WORK!" He screams with one finally kick. I'm in extreme pain as I continue, but, in a way, its worth it. My mother is here, wither dead or alive I don't know, but she's here!