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Another day, another experiment..
Henry and William were in Henry's special room right in the basement, the one he keeps all his medical instruments and robotic equipment that needs testing, that's the room the older man normally experiments with his willing victim.
William was strapped to a surgical table by his hands, feet, head and torso, completely naked, he was used to being this exposed at this point. He was prepping himself up mentally for another surgery, normally Henry doesn't give him any sedatives so it's going to hurt like hell.
“C’mon Henry.. I’m still groggy from yesterday.. Can't you gimme something for the pain?” He knew it was pointless to ask, but he did anyway, hoping that for some miracle he would be pitied and got some relief.
The doctor was making sure all of his instruments were in order and ready to be used, he wasn't bothered enough to look at William as he answered.
“Now now Willy.. You know why I don't give you anesthesia.. I need you to look at what I'm doing, learning my technique.. The pain is part of the process, it makes things stick to your mind easier..” The older man’s voice is soothing, knowing that his sweet words are enough to convince his naive test subject.
“You’re right, You’re right.. Can I at least get 2 weeks of rest instead of one then?”
Henry grabs an iodine bottle and some cotton, he walks closer to the table and looks down at the man strapped down. He gently cups his gloved hand up to William's cheek, caressing it with his thumb. This visibly made the boy relax, he leaned his face against Henry's touch.
“Only if you don't scream and squirm, m'kay? It will be your little reward for being a good boy.” With that, the older man pulls his hand back, he begins to soak the cotton ball in iodine, rubbing it against his victim’s stomach to sterilize it.
“I'll try not to squirm, I promise..”
When he is finished, he puts everything away and grabs a scalpel, softly running the blade against William’s skin and making him shiver in the process.
“You better not squirm, you know what happens when you do.”
The boy's eyes quickly glance over the taser on the Mayo stand, taking a shaking breath as memories flash by.
“..Just do this quick.”
“Will do.”
With that, Henry drives his blade deep into his patient’s stomach, making precise cuts as he opens him up. William's body immediately tenses up and begins shaking from the pain, he holds his cries back as his eyes water up.
The doctor worked rather slowly, reveling on his subject’s pain. He had to admit, he always got pretty excited seeing how much suffering he could afflict on someone. What also got him going was the thrill of being able to control others, and my god, did William give him the sweet combination of those two pleasures. It was one of the reasons why he was his favorite test subject.
Henry observed the opened body laid before him, the one dripping blood and silently sobbing from pain. He thought about which organ he should remove now, he didn't want to be hasty and remove too much, he needed to be methodical about this and make good use of this perfect subject.
Henry shoved his hand inside of William’s entrails, feeling how much he squirms and whimpers from every squeeze. He feels unsatisfied, none of the organs in the abdomen region seem suitable for removal. He groans, realizing he has to go through the hassle of undoing William's torso restraints if he wants to get anything done. He ends up doing so, placing his hand right on top of where the boy's heart would be.
“Oh my.. your heart is beating so fast.. Are you that happy to see me?” Henry leans closer, his voice sounds cruel and teasing.
“It's not like you to get flirty with me outta nowhere..” William's face heats up slightly, his body getting tense.
“What do you know? You are just some dumb little thing.. Desperate to get a scrap of affection out of me.”
The doctor begins cutting open his patient's torso, exposing his ribs to the cold air of the room. It makes him cry out in pain, not being able to handle the pain anymore.
“Get a hold of yourself, William. You are so eager to get things from me, but the moment I need you for something you just throw a tantrum.. You are such a selfish little thing, it's simply unbelievable..”
“I'm sorry, I’m sorry, it just hurts so much-..” William chokes out, squeezing his eyes shut.
“What are you, 10? Suck it up.” With that, Henry grabs an electric saw, cutting his sternum right in the middle and opening up his rib cage.
William's eyes widen, he tries to frantically fight back, screaming and tugging on his restraints as he tries to break free. This slightly irritates the older man, but at the same time makes him even more aroused.
“This will quiet you down..”
Henry quickly cuts open his chest cavity, which stops William’s screaming quite immediately. With one cut, Henry collapsed both of the purple man’s lungs, making him unable to breathe. The man chokes out, his whole body tensing up as his eyes roll back.
The older man spreads apart the pleura and flaccid lungs, looking at William's fast beating heart. To see it struggle to keep the whole body alive sends thrills down his spine. He holds it in his hand and feels how it slowly weakens, enjoying the moment before slicing it off his subject's body.
William goes limp on the table, blood pooling up on his chest and dripping down the floor. Henry keeps looking at him with a serious expression, observing if he is going to move. A minute passes, then 5, the more time that passes the more the older man seems convinced he had fully killed off William.
After a while, the doctor sighs, feeling somewhat dissapointed at this result. He leaves the heart on the Mayo stand and walks up to the trash next to a counter, throwing away his dirty gloves and other medical paraphernalia he was wearing. He grabs his trusty tape recorder and hits the big red button.
“Surgery was interesting. William ended up passing away during it. I first made an incision on his abdominal area, then I opened up his chest cavity and cut out his heart. I'm sure he died from that and not from his collapsed lungs.”
Henry turns to face the lifeless corpse laying down on the surgery table, looking at how his eyes and entrails are beginning to dry up.
“This now brings two hypotheses up, either he died because I removed too many vital organs, or the way to kill off a creature so insistent on living as him is damaging the heart.. Further testing is needed, I need to find more subjects like him, understanding how the soul works is key to finding the way to abolish death. I'm closer to fulfilling my objective than I think, I can feel it.”
With that, the older man finishes recording. He walks closer to the body and looks at it even more, somewhat enjoying the view. William decided to die in the most inconvenient place ever, ugh.. Now he has to sew him up and carry him up the stairs, can he even do that? His back hasn't been in stellar shape for a while. Don't even mention the blood, that's going to be a nightmare to clean up, the last thing he needs is his basement reeking of rotting hemoglobin.
Besides that, he just lost his most interesting test subject, the amount of time he will have to spend to find someone similar to him could be huge. Sure, he could do things alone, he always prefered to be a loner, but having someone as needy as William to help him around with the murders and research was satisfactory and relaxing, he wasn't getting any younger and things felt more difficult to do by the day. Plus if anything went wrong he could just frame him and get away with everything.
…God, why is he still excited?? He thought it would’ve gotten away after a while but he is still rock hard. It was bothering him quite a lot, he couldn't concentrate correctly with all of that going on. Maybe it was the smell of blood, yeah, no, it was definitely the blood.
The more Henry looked at the corpse, the more his face heats up. Normally when he was feeling like this he would go up to William and satisfy his urges, him wanting it too or not. With him gone there wasn't anyone left for him to use to pleasure himself..
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Unless…
I mean, the body is going to be chucked out anyway, right? Might as well give it one last use before dumping it in the trash. The older man sighs, not believing he would succumb to such primitive desires, he begins to undo his pants and expose himself, feeling his cock twitch and leak pre cum.
He gets up at the surgery table and kneels down between the corpse's legs, hoping it wouldn't break from excess weight. The last thing he needed was to break a bone from clumsily trying to fuck a corpse. Although, As much as he hated to admit, William's massacred body was so, so pretty, god, it was getting so hard to control himself seeing all that coagulated blood and exposed bones, it made his mouth water up.
Henry dips his hand inside of the chest cavity, scooping up some warm blood and rubbing it against his dick to make it slick enough to ease things up. He then lines himself up against William's hole and begins to push. It was surprisingly hard to get inside, but luckily a rough thrust was enough to bury himself to the hilt. It's not like William would mind him being rough anyway, he could go as wild as he wanted.
His body was uncomfortably lukewarm though, it made Henry shiver in repulse as he began to move, the gore did an okay job as lube, not as good as the original thing but it was passable. Soon, he let his lust override all of his other feelings, focusing only on pleasing himself, it did almost feel good in a way, almost.
He continues thrusting, the blood against his cock soon drying up and leaving him with an uneasy feeling in his dick. He tried to push through it however, trying to ignore all the bad aspects of this. It got to a point where he simply gave up, this wouldn't be enough to get him off, it was simply too uncomfortable. He groans in annoyance, feeling defeated at the impending blue balls he would get before his eyes glance over William's organs, giving him an idea.
He repositions himself, sitting on top of William's hips as he gets closer to his abdominal cavity. He scoops up the body’s intestines and brings it closer to his cock, burying himself deep inside it. He had to hold back a moan as he felt how velvety the entrails were, it was the best thing he ever experienced, even if they weren't as wet as before, they were still moist and warm enough to bring him to sensory heaven.
His hips move in wild abandon, chasing his orgasm like his life depended on it. He didn't know how much he needed this, how much he was missing out. Part of him wished he had done this earlier, these were wayy better to fuck than William’s mouth or ass.
Henry thrusts a few more times before cumming, his seed coating the boy's exposed stomach and liver as he rides out his orgasm. Never has he cummed so hard in his life, it sent chills down his spine and made his body tremble in pleasure.
He took some time to recompose himself, slowly getting off the table and pulling up his pants, not bothering to clean his dick up. He sighs, beginning to think more rationally now that he was getting down from his high. He most certainly needed to dispose of the body now, the fresher the easier it is to chuck it out in the trash.
Henry grabbed some needle and thread from the surgical table and sewed William shut, making sure all of the organs he pulled off during his moment of weakness were in place. It wouldn't have mattered so much considering his deceased state, he could've just dumped them inside and called it a day, but he was a tidy man, he liked being meticulous and adding details in things no one cared about, it made him feel good.
The older man went to the sink, cleaning his hands and forearms from any speck of dried blood that was crusted there. He made sure everything was spotless before putting on some gloves, he wasn't going to touch a corpse with his bare hands, he wasn't that gross… He did see the hypocrisy in his line of thinking, he chose to subtly glance over it and move forward.
He undoes all of his victim's restraints, not wanting to accidentally cut them when he dismembered him. His mind was already drifting away to plan how he was supposed to trick another fool like William to be his subject. He grabs the closest hand saw in the room, pressing it against the arm before begining to cut, only for the supposedly dead body to twitch awake and sit up violently as it silently screamed.
Henry flinched back, almost dropping the saw against the beautifully (and expensively so) laminated floor, it would've made a mess and probably broken the tiles, a real tragedy. He looks at William for a few seconds, seeing him disoriented and almost in the verge of passing out again. God, he looks so weird trying to speak, why isn't anything coming out-.. Ohh yeah, right, collapsed lungs. Yeesh.
“Oh, so you came back. I thought you had passed away from good, uh-.. The surgery went well, as usual, you just need to rest, you are just very very tired.” Henry speaks up, he tries to pretend nothing really happened, acting all nonchalant as he places the hand saw on the Mayo stand, almost squashing the boy’s extracted organ.
William looks over at his heart, it sends chills down his spine as he frantically touches his chest, realizing there's no heart beat. He notices the lack of hyperventilation, so he grasps his throat and tries to breathe, but is unable to. Funnily enough, he didn't even feel that urge anymore, as if he was in fact full on dead. His hands tremble as he silently freaks out.
Henry rolls his eyes, trying to hide the fact he despises whenever his test subject panicked. He put on a fake reassuring smile as he leaned closer, cupping the boy’s cheeks using his rough hands
“Hey, hey hey.. It’s okay, we’re together again, nothing to fear, you’re fine.. I’m here..” Henry coos, being extra performative as he treats William gently.
It ends up working though, it always does. The purple man relaxes, he ends up pulling Henry closer and giving him a hug. The older man reluctantly accepts it, holding him against his chest, at this point he wondered why the hell he was “grieving” the apparent death of William earlier (It felt more like having to say goodbye to a stray dog you’ve been petting for 10 minutes on the street. Mildly dissapointing, but at the end of the day its nothing really important). He was so ungodly annoying, jesus.
“Now, let's get some rest, m'kay? I'll put your pretty little heart in formaldehyde to preserve it” Henry helps William get down the table, struggling to do so. He makes sure the boy wouldn't make any effort that would risk breaking his stitches. He didn't want to spend even a second more working on William’s body.
The purple man was smiling, leaning against his father figure as they went up the stairs of the basement. He felt safe and comforted, he knew Henry would never hurt him on purpose, that all of this was a necessary step to achieve their dreams, he trusted Henry. If he still had a heart, his cheeks would be burning up from all the affection and care he was receiving. He does wonder why his ass is hurting, he shrugs it off though, it's probably nothing serious.
At the end of the day, all that Henry knew is that he would need to do this again.. Oh yeah, and also fix William's pleura so he could speak again, eh, but that could wait, a little bit of silence didn't hurt anyone.