A gay story: Handsome And The Beast
The templar was chained and sold like some sick auction in secret, the scaled gargoyle monster gazing upon his battle hardened form.
The bill of sale was passed in Inferno, and away the two went, one excited and happy, the other whimpering as the demon palmed the Templar’s bulging length.
Jacques De’La cuck didn’t know the Demon preferred taking rather than giving, something he discovered too late as he was thrust upon the bed and ridden through the night.
He would walk to the dinner table limping, cock sore and legs trembling, before being fed with more food than six men could eat alone.
What scared Jacques was he never saw the Demon eat anything, besides his issue of course. Yet he stood taller than a horse on it’s hind legs, and with just as much strength.
The man stood near seven feet yet the Demon dwarfed him, and He never ate, only stared at his purchase with eyes full of contentment.
Small scratches across his provided clothes, a strange kiss that once planted would stay and linger on his cheek, the red wet mark a constant reminder.
Of him.
He would be ambushed in the bath, before having the water thrust out by the sheer force of the demon slamming his hips down upon him.
Would wake up aching and tired, his cock spent and leaking from the morning oral tending from his buyer, now husband in all but the formal signing.
The demon used the disgraced Templar as a chair whilst in the study, the beast’s bowels hot and tight enough to make his pet orgasm multiple times whilst he sat on the exile’s lap.
It could be worse perhaps. Jacques was no saint, a practitioner of Sorcery and Sodomy, now fraternizing with a son of the very evil he falsely claimed to fight.
A hypocrite from birth to death. Though it were better than the stake, it was still punishing in it’s humiliation. For the demon knew his every secret.
He knew Jacques more than he knew himself.
He would pray to the idol he was exiled for, only to be interrupted by the demon.
“Cleanse me O Holy Templar! I’m feeling…sinful!” The demon would bellow, jesting, before having his way with the traitor.
He would be in bed, long slimy kisses lathering his cheeks and lips, before that mouth began going lower, and finishing him for the night.
The worst thing was being milked, the Demon taking the Templars hole with his mouth and eating him from within. A clawed hand catching the spilling seed on his scaled palm.
He gave the Templar a ring with a cross in the middle, and text written around it. It was ancient and The Templar could not decipher it, but the Demon purred every time he wore it.
It drove him mad not knowing what it said.
He asked the Demon what it read. The Monster only smiled, cock hardening before carrying his prize to the bedchambers once more.
And his smell. The infernal Musk seemed to permeate the Demon, and by this point The Templar was well trained enough to become hard by the mere whiff of his scent. A scent he became intimately familiar with when his owner decided to use his face.
He screamed, muffled into the thick hide that was the Beast’s haunches. The thick cloying scent stuck to his nose as the Demon rolled his hips, digging further down.
The Templar’s cock was engulfed in the Thick pecs of his owner, the mounds caressing his length, soft scaled lips nursing his tip like an experienced fair maiden.
He shuddered as he finished, the tightness and suction not stopping even as he did. Lungs filled with the burning spiced scent of The hole he had filled so many times before.
At some point the Templar rose up and attempted escaping the clutches of the beast. He ran through the garden before being tackled by the Demon’s playful three headed dog, the pet bigger than his old warhorse.
The rebellious act only seemed to arouse the Beast more. Rewarding the Templar with his pectorals and mouth from behind, a fig inserted inside Jacques slit and Anus to make him last longer.
He slept for a full day after. Body battered and sore with kisses and licks. Soul and body spent.
When he was taken outside to the market as a gift from his master they were assaulted by the Templar’s former sorcerer colleagues.
Before he could be put to the sword, the demon stepped out from the carriage with a cannon and a hand wielding sparking fire near the firing match point.
The bandits scattered, and the Demon took Jacques inside. The carriage lost a wheel from the shaking, and The Templar moaned as though he were wounded.
But only his dignity, what little could be called so.
He resigned himself to his punishment, laying in his arms and kissing that infernal mouth as he rode.
“Please I’m-I-Ah!” Jacques thrust into the sharp toothed mouth of his husband, those fingers like silk sheets rolling atop his shaft.
“Does the little Templar hate that my Gay Mouth is making him weak? Making him doubt his true self perhaps? I love milking hypocrites like You!
“JESUS!” Jacques cried out.
“Oh I know about him. You have the power to be rid of me, but are of Such little faith and sooo much religion! No wonder the Church didn’t want you, and they’ll take practically anyone! Shhh, don’t worry, just relax into my touch”
Jacques whimpered. Head thrown back and squirming under His owner’s touch. only when the Monster’s hole started rhythmically clenching around him did he even realize what was happening, Red cheeks slapping into his pelvis as that smug face looked back at him with a finger on it’s scaled lips.
“Forget about any false oaths to that ‘Idol’ They caught You with. Forget about it and-” The monster raised up, spreading his cheeks before-
“And blow that Wonderful human load inside me!”
Jacques was undone, hips bucking and thrusting, before he screamed in teary eyed intensity.
He came hard. The infernal lover far more experienced and knowing just how to milk him right, balls clenching and shooting up that human cream inside the beast for the tenth time today.
The human Templar was no match for the Monster’s thick fat ass and libido, clenching in time with his pumping shaft, milking as much of him as inhumanly possible.
The Monster looked back at him, still cumming his reprobate brains out, massive cheeks audibly smacking together and against his hips. Balls deep and hitting the Demons own massive orbs with wet, sweat trails sticking to each other.
“Can Your ah! Hah! Fair human maidens give You this, knight? Can they make Your eyes roll up like a harlot possessed? Do those Farm girls You found to not enjoy so even offer up They’re ass? Look at how soft mine is! How it ripples and gives to Your touch, yes that’s it! Knead my rear like the finest dough, it’s not even breakfast yet. I’m cooking You a fine roast just for filling me so much! Do try and escape again, I love chasing You…”
Jacques was screaming, oversensitive cock raw and hot. Fucking into that over filled ass now leaking from his previous loads, come having been kept inside with a butt plug.
The demon finally got up, The Templar shooting blanks and utterly drained of his essence.
“See You in the dinner hall, Love…” He said, walking out from the bedchamber with a plug now in his sloppy hole, hips swaying and those muscled buttocks jiggling as he left, the door supernaturally slamming shut behind.