13 Days of Monster F#cking: Volume One SAMPLE

Day 1

There’s a picture on my phone of me sleeping last night. I look very peaceful, but the problem is I live alone.

Warning: The following story includes elements of dubious consent secondary to alcohol consumption and monstrous intercourse with knotting.

   The photograph was certainly innocent enough, just a quick pic of him snoozing, but Kevin didn’t understand how it had gotten on his phone.

   After all, he lived alone.

   It had been taken from above him, as if someone was standing over his bed, and it was perfectly in focus. There was no chance that he had accidentally thrashed around and somehow set the camera off in the middle of the night. He hadn’t been drinking, so it wasn’t like he had taken a drunk selfie.

   And his hands were both visible, neatly tucked under his head while he slept.

   He’d been trying to find a picture of his dinner last night to send to his father when he’d found it.

   Dear ol’ Dad had been concerned about the long string of takeout orders being charged to the family credit card, and Kevin was determined to show him that he was making an effort to eat at home. Sure, it was only some noodles with sauce from a jar, but it was a start.

   Scrolling through the pictures of dismal looking pasta had revealed the weird photo of himself, and Kevin was honestly stumped.

   He was also more than a little creeped out.

   Reviewing multiple scenarios didn’t explain who had taken it. Someone breaking into his new apartment to take a picture of him sleeping just didn’t make any sense, but he couldn’t banish the thought once it had entered his mind. 

   He got up from the couch and checked the front door, finding it locked and the chain secure. He then went from window to window to make sure they were all closed and locked as well. He didn’t notice anything missing and found no signs that anyone else had been here. 

   He sat back on his couch, looking at the photo again.

   The time stamp was from two o’clock this morning, and there were no other clues that might explain how it was taken or who had done it. It was actually a really nice photo of himself, if he was being honest. 

   He looked… peaceful. 

   There was the tiniest bit of a smile on his face, and he was just snoozing away, as happy as could be.

   He deleted the picture. He had other things to worry about. 

   Like unpacking.

   Last night had been his first night in his new apartment. 

   It was the same complex he’d lived in for a few years now, but he had to move when a pipe burst and flooded his old place. The owners offered him a sweet upgrade, a two bedroom for the same price as the one bedroom he’d been staying in. 

   Kevin thought it was a great deal, and he didn’t mind that it was in one of the older buildings. He could finally have an office, and he didn’t even care why the owners seemed so eager to get him in here.

   It probably didn’t have anything to do with that weird picture.

   Right? 

   He tried to forget about it and get ready for work.

   After a long day of mindless data entry, he returned to his new apartment to shower and get settled for the evening. He ate leftover pasta, watched videos on his phone, and then decided to go to bed. He didn’t have the energy to unpack any of the remaining boxes, and he wasn’t looking forward to sending his father pictures of the same dinner he’d had last night.

   He went to bed, stretching out and getting comfortable. He was ready to pass right out, but a strange sound drew his attention to the closet. 

   A creak.

   Innocent at first, but it soon became inescapable that something was moving from within.

   No, it was probably just a mouse. 

   The noise grew louder, heavier.

   A raccoon? No, it had to be bigger, much bigger, and Kevin froze.

   The only thing that should be in that closet was a sack of dirty laundry and boxes of VHS tapes he’d never had the heart to part with. There shouldn’t be anything at all in there that should make such—

   He heard the closet door jerk.

   Kevin’s blood became ice and all of his limbs refused to obey his commands to flee. His back was turned to the closet, and he could not bring himself to roll over and confront whatever was stirring there. 

   Even as the door opened with a noisy squeal of its hinges, he was totally trapped by his own terror.

   He could hear the breathing, heavy and hot, of something very large moving closer. The shadow cast from the light of his digital alarm clock seemed to fill the whole room, and there was the distinct sound of claws dragging against the bedside table. A new sound, the fumbling of a plastic object, a familiar beep—wait, it was his phone. 

   This thing from the closet was trying to open his phone and… a click. 

   It was the click of the camera going off. 

   “Wh-what are you doing?” Kevin stammered. 

   “I wanted to show you…” The monster crept closer. Judging by how the bed squeaked as it climbed up on the edge of the mattress, it was absolutely massive.

   Kevin didn’t want to look, but he had to. He had to see what this thing was, and wow, no, it was gigantic. 

    Easily ten feet tall, it had a broad and monstrous silhouette with a thick head, a big snout, and giant horns. It was dark, maybe black in color, because it appeared almost like a shadow even with the alarm clock’s glow highlighting it. It had two arms, two legs, a generally humanoid shape except its spine was far too long, and it was covered in thick leathery skin.

   Heart hammering in his throat, Kevin managed to choke out, “Sh-show me what?”

   “How happy you can be here.” The monster smiled and revealed rows of sharp, gleaming teeth. “With me.”

   “Heh, right, uh, with you.” Kevin was nearly hysterical, and he finally regained control over his terror-stricken muscles. He scooted against the headboard, glancing around for anything that he could use as a weapon. 

   Bashing this giant thing with his alarm clock was probably not wise.

   “Yes,” the monster growled. “With me.”

   Kevin didn’t know what to do.

   The monster wasn’t actively trying to hurt him, just sitting there on the edge of the bed and staring at him ever so patiently, and Kevin couldn’t imagine what the hell it was waiting for. His mind drew only the worst possible conclusions—eating him, tearing him to pieces and then eating him some more—but the damn thing was still just sitting there.

   “You, uh, any good at cooking?”

   The monster seemed surprised by the question, and it tilted its big head. “Yes…?”

   “Really?” Kevin licked his lips, trying to wet them where they’d dried out from his hyperventilating. “Uh, ‘cause that would be cool. You know. Dinner. I’m a shit cook. I’m shit at cooking, I mean. My mom left when I was a little kid, my dad’s a total shit cook, so I’m a shit cook, and wow, I can’t stop talking. Or cook. Definitely can’t cook.”

   The monster leaned in, close enough for his hot breath to tickle Kevin’s face. It smelled like moth balls and stale cinnamon, and its eyes glowed with the same dim light as the alarm clock and nearly the same greenish-blue color.

   “Do you like… baked ziti?”

   “Uh…” Kevin gulped loudly. “Yes?”

   And that was how Kevin ended up at his own kitchen table watching the giant monster lumber around between the stove and the fridge making him dinner. 

   “My name is Retsillacam,” the monster said, “though the previous tenant called me Ret.”

   “Did you… like that?” 

   “Yes.” 

   It was much easier to see Ret out here in the light of the kitchen, and wow, he was an especially bulky beast. Kevin caught himself tracking all the rippling lines of muscles in his back and shoulders as he bent over the stove. He thought Ret had a tail, but getting a gander at his full round backside when he crouched to dig around the fridge revealed no such thing.

   So, wait, what was that Kevin had seen…

   Ret got up and turned back around to face Kevin, giving him a very full picture of what he’d seen.

   That was his cock hanging there, soft and thick, and it was absolutely huge.

   “Okay, Ret.” Kevin forced himself to look up at his face, ignoring how hot he suddenly felt. “So, uh, what exactly are you doing in my closet?”

   “Ah. The previous tenant was kind enough to open a portal to my dimension and grant me passage through.” Ret went back to the stove, adding some more spices to the hamburger he was cooking. The spatula looked ridiculously tiny in his giant claws. “It was never closed.”

   “Do the owners know about you?”

   “They know that I wanted company…”

   “Wow. So, they… is that why…” Kevin’s mind reeled. “Is that why they wanted to get me in here?”

   “I do not know.” Ret shrugged those big, thick shoulders. “They asked me if I wanted another tenant, and I said yes. Preferably someone young… someone who might stay with me for a while.”

   There was something sad in Ret’s voice, prompting Kevin to ask, “What happened to the last tenant? The one who stayed here before me?”

   “She died.”

   “Oh. I’m so sorry.” Kevin paused. “You didn’t… you know?”

    Ret snorted. “No. She passed away of old age. She was a very dear friend.”

   “Right. Sorry. Monster. Had to ask.”

   “Understandable.” Ret used his claw to open a can of tomatoes to add to the sauce, stirring them in with the spatula. 

   “So, why were you taking pictures of me in the middle of the night again?” 

   “Ah, so you could see how happy you are here.” Ret opened a bottle of wine, pouring a very large serving to bring over to Kevin. “The other tenants that the owners have brought me… were not pleased with my presence.”

   Kevin had no idea where this wine had come from—or any of the other groceries that Ret was using to cook for that matter—but it was absolutely delicious. It was a rich red, sweet and fragrant, and he chugged it all in one go. “Ah. Well. You’re, uh, a bit much.”

   “I cannot help that my portal is in a closet. It’s very hard to talk to people when they’re screaming at you.”

   “I can imagine.”

   Ret left the bottle of wine on the table for Kevin and then returned to the stove. He had some noodles boiling that Kevin swore weren’t there a second ago, and there was fresh garlic bread now as well.

   “You, uh, gonna have any of this?” Kevin nodded at the wine.

   “Oh, I really shouldn’t.” Ret shook his head.

   “Come on. I can’t be the only one drinking. And you’re still kinda freaking me out.” 

   Ret huffed, and he suddenly had a giant glass of his own. “There. Better?”

   “Yeah.” Kevin licked his lips and refilled his glass. “A little.”

   By the fourth glass, he was feeling great, and Ret was becoming really, really cute. Kevin didn’t even mind the leathery black skin, and he had the craziest urge to touch it to see what it felt like. Ret didn’t exactly have lips for kissing, but Kevin caught a few glimpses of a long, thick tongue that had some promise. Ah, fuck, wait, how much had he had to drink?

   The baked ziti was absolutely phenomenal, and Kevin ate two plates. He hadn’t eaten much of his leftover attempt at pasta earlier that evening, and Ret’s ziti was the best thing he’d had in ages. 

   He made sure to take a picture of the ziti to show his father tomorrow. 

   As Kevin finished his fifth glass and wondered if the bottle was ever going to run dry, he saw it was almost midnight. “Shit.”

   “Is there a problem?” Ret asked.

   “It’s late. I still gotta go to work in the morning.” Kevin smirked. “If you want me to stay here, I’ve gotta pay rent.”

   “Of course.” 

   “I, uh… well, I had a really nice time. Thank you. Dinner was wonderful.” Kevin blushed. This felt like the end of a date for some reason, and he wasn’t sure what to do. Ret was staring at him again, and the flush in his face grew. “So, uh, I guess we need to say good night.”

   “And tomorrow?” Ret rumbled curiously.

   “Do you wanna do dinner again? Uh… Maybe I could order us pizza? I’m a terrible cook, but I’m great at ordering on my phone.”

   “I would love to.” Ret offered his arm to lead Kevin back to bed.

   As Kevin stood and the room spun, he was grateful for the help. Plus, he got to feel Ret’s skin, and it was as soft as velvet. 

   Yeah, he was a little drunk, and he clung to Ret a lot more than he really needed to, but it was nice. He hadn’t been out with anyone in months after he caught his ex cheating on him, and he hadn’t expected the monster in the closet to be quite this charming.

   Or hot.

   Wow, yeah, Ret was really hot.

   As he stumbled into bed after turning off the lamp, Kevin gasped as Ret came with him and landed right on top. He started laughing, playfully smacking Ret’s big arms. “Oh, did somebody have a little too much to drink, huh?”

   “I’m not going to answer that,” Ret replied stubbornly, and he flashed his pointy teeth in what was hopefully meant to be a smile. 

   Kevin laughed again, and he slid his hands up Ret’s shoulders, marveling at how the big monster seemed to fit so very nicely between his legs. Kevin was breathing faster now, and he couldn’t stop staring at Ret’s mouth. “So…”

   Ret hadn’t moved away. If anything, he was pressing closer, and he was gazing down at Kevin as if he was the tastiest little snack. “So.”

   Kevin could feel something big and hard digging into his thigh—oh, fuck, it was Ret’s giant dick—and his own cock was perking right up. This was absolutely insane, but the air was charged just right, and their bodies were slotting together so nicely. “You, uh… got a thing for dorky guys who can’t cook?”

   “Certainly seems that way.” Ret bowed his head and nuzzled Kevin’s neck, a long, hot tongue flicking out to taste his skin.

   “Ah, shit.” Kevin was instantly hard, and he groaned as Ret licked down his shoulder. “Did you, did you do this with the other tenant?”

   “Ah, Matsuri? She declined my offerings.” 

   “Wh-what if I do?”

   “Then I will go.”

   “Oh, good. So, you’re not a rapey kinda monster. That’s good. Uh… so.” 

   “So.” 

   “I don’t think, uh, I don’t think I’m going to decline.” Kevin was so hard that he couldn’t think straight. He was nervous but equally turned on, and maybe it was all the wine from dinner but this seemed like a pretty awesome idea. 

   “I have your permission to take you…?”

   “If that means ‘fuck me’, then yes.”

   “Good.” 

   Kevin gasped as he was suddenly flipped over on his stomach—holy fuck, Ret was strong— and clawed fingers spread his legs wide. He gasped again as Ret ripped the bottom of his sweatpants, tearing them right down the middle and pushing the fabric out of his way. “Oh, f-fuck!”

   Ret bowed his head and that long tongue went right for Kevin’s hole, licking over it once before the tip was already pressing inside.

   “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Kevin arched his hips up, groaning loudly as Ret’s tongue pushed deeper. It was hot and squirming and weird, but it felt incredible. He couldn’t believe he was doing this, but he was too eager for pleasure to feel cheap for banging the monster in his closet.

   Ret’s claws dug into Kevin’s thighs, holding him spread as he ate out his hole, his tongue thrusting in and out and in and out until Kevin was nearly shaking.

   Everything about this was filthy—fucking a monster he’d just met, having his clothes literally torn off just so said monster could eat his hole like he was starving for ass, and the mere thought of that giant dick somehow fitting inside of him.

   Ret’s tongue felt as thick as any average dick, perhaps even a little thicker toward the base that was currently pushing its way inside, and Kevin howled as it curled and pressed right into his prostate. Ret had clearly done this before, and Kevin rocked his hips back, fucking himself on his awesome tongue.

   Growling low, Ret clawed at Kevin’s clothing and ripped what was left out of his way. His tongue was twisting harder, his snout bumping against the cleft of Kevin’s ass as he pressed it as deeply as he could.

   Kevin’s face was white hot with arousal, and he felt so very small as Ret grabbed him, lifting the lower half of his body right off the bed. The pinprick of claws in his hips was exciting and new, dancing with danger, and God, he was so fuckin’ horny. He reached down to squeeze his dick, finding himself still rock hard and wet with precome. 

   Ret had sat back on his knees, lifting Kevin right up along with him so he was hanging almost upside down as Ret kept on thrusting his tongue into his ass.

   Only Kevin’s head and shoulders remained on the bed, just barely, and he moaned shamelessly with each slick slam inside of him. He was dizzy, certainly from all the blood rushing to his head, but wow, he could not believe that Ret was still going at it like this. 

   Maybe it had been a while for Ret too.

   Kevin reached back, blindly feeling up Ret’s thigh and moving in toward his groin. He wanted to touch him, to make him feel good too, and he zeroed right in on that big cock. He could barely get his hand around it but he did his best, squeezing hard and groping around the slick, pointed head. 

   Ret made a sound, another growl, and he shifted his grip on Kevin’s hips. He lifted him higher, bringing Kevin’s head off the mattress so his face was right there in his crotch.

   “Oh, fuck yeah.” Kevin tried to focus through the sweet pounding of Ret’s tongue, and he brought Ret’s big dick to his lips. There was no way it could fit, but he could suck on the head at least. He wrapped his lips around as much as he could stuff inside his mouth without breaking his jaw, licking over the slit greedily. 

   Ret really seemed to like that because he picked up the pace, thrusting his tongue even faster. The noises were so wet and obscene, and he snarled as he squeezed Kevin’s hips, positively devouring his hole.

   Moaning around the thick cock in his mouth, Kevin tried to reciprocate the pleasure by jerking off what he couldn’t suck—which was pretty much all of it—and he discovered he could slide the tip of his tongue inside the slit. He had no idea if Ret would like that, and he felt him shudder when he tried. 

   He kept going, pushing his tongue into the hole as he sucked, flinching as he felt something wet dripping onto his chin from above. It was either drool or his own precome, and he didn’t care, licking and probing the slit of Ret’s dick as he sucked him as hard as he could.

   Ret shivered again, more violently than before, and he finally pulled off with a loud slurp. “That is… incredible.”

   Kevin’s chest flooded with pride, and he kept going, listening to Ret groan and pant. He wanted to continue, but Ret had some other ideas. Kevin knew this because Ret lifted him up off his cock and roughly pushed him back down on the bed face first. “Oof!”

   “My apologies.” Ret was concerned. “Are you all right?”

   “Good. Totally good. Whew.” Kevin wiped some sweat from his brow, getting settled on his stomach and up on his elbows. “I’m good. Come on.”

   Ret mounted him and spread his legs, rubbing the tip of his cock between Kevin’s cheeks. “Do you have…?”

   “What?” Kevin turned his head to squint up at Ret in the low light of the lamp. “There is no way any condom ever is going to fit your dick.”

   “I meant lubricant.”

   “Oh. That! Yeah.” Kevin reached into the bedside table drawer and snagged a bottle, offering it back to Ret.

   It was adorable watching Ret trying to open the cap with his giant claws, even more so when he squeezed it directly on his big dick and dribbled some between Kevin’s cheeks.

   Kevin took the bottle back with a chuckle. “Such a courteous monster.”

   “I do try.” Ret grinned as he lined himself back up, rubbing the tip of his cock around to spread the lube. “You are magnificent. I am going to enjoy being inside you.”

   “Oh, me too.” Kevin’s laughter was cut short by a sharp gasp as Ret pushed in, the slick tip sliding in easily from all the stretching done earlier by Ret’s wonderful tongue. A few more inches made it in before there was resistance, and he moaned low, dropping his head back down against the mattress.

   Ret was thrusting slowly, a little deeper each time, and the sounds coming out of him weren’t even human. At first it was a heavy panting, then more growls, and finally a roar as he buried the last thick inch inside Kevin’s body. 

   The pressure was intense, and Kevin’s hole was throbbing. He had to feel it, arching back to rub his fingers along his asshole where it was stretched around Ret’s big cock. He could hardly believe it all fit, and it still felt so damn tight. The first full thrust made him whimper, and he had never been this stuffed before. “Oh, G-god… Ret…”

   “Yes, Kevin?” Ret rumbled breathlessly.

   “Fuck, your dick feels good.”

   “As does your bodily chasm.” Ret dragged his claws over Kevin’s hips as he thrusted again, pushing in fast and sliding out slowly, clearly savoring the drag of slick skin.

   “Mmmm, yes… come on.” Kevin was eager for more, and he loved being this full. Ret’s cock was hitting nerve endings he didn’t even know he had, and the urge to come was already building and fast.

   Ret couldn’t seem to help himself now, and he started fucking Kevin hard. The snap of his hips rocked the entire bed, and he hunched over Kevin to lick and nuzzle at the back of his neck as he pounded into him. “Yesss… ah, Kevin… mmm…”

   “Yeah, baby. Fuck, come on, just like that, just like that!” Kevin sobbed, grinning madly from the fantastic pleasure of getting fucked with that giant monster cock. There were flashes of pain, moments when he didn’t think he could take it, but the ensuing bliss was without compare. His ass was aching, and he swore he could feel Ret’s dick up in his guts, and he never wanted this to end.

   Every brutal slam scooted him farther up the bed, and he had to slap his hands up on the headboard to stop himself from being moved. Even then, it wasn’t enough, and his face was soon smacking into the headboard. “Mmm, fuck! Ret, hang on!”

   “My apologies,” Ret grumbled, sliding backwards to give Kevin room to stretch back out. “Here. Allow me.”

   “Huh?” Kevin groaned softly as Ret grabbed him, holding him by his hips and bringing him back against his broad, leathery chest. He wasn’t sure what Ret was doing, and he tried to settle down in his lap, whimpering as he struggled with sitting on his thick cock.

   He didn’t have long to worry about how he was going to handle it because Ret had decided to pick him up and start bouncing him on his cock. “Ret! Ah, fuck!”

   Ret growled, his claws pricking Kevin’s skin as he slammed him down on his dick, moving him as easily as a little toy. 

   Kevin grabbed onto Ret’s wrists, his legs dangling uselessly as he got pounded. No one had ever fucked him like this, and he saw flashes of white every time Ret bottomed out. His hard dick was smacking against his stomach, and he cried out as Ret’s impossibly big dick got even bigger. It seemed to be swelling inside of him, and Kevin moaned frantically.

   The feeling only grew, and soon Ret couldn’t even move Kevin on his dick anymore. He had to lay him back down on the bed, fully sheathed inside of him and grinding hard, circling his hips as he snarled breathlessly. “My knot… mmm, you’re taking my knot so well… there, Kevin… I’m… I’m going to fill you now. Right now!”

   Kevin hadn’t thought this could get any weirder or hotter, but no, there was now a big knot swelling in his ass followed by an absolute flood of thick come. He let out another sob, barely touching his dick before he was coming in quick, violent spurts. His head was fuzzy, his hips jerking back on Ret’s fat knot as he rode out the single most wonderful orgasm of his entire life.

   He went limp against the bed when the last shudder left him, gasping for breath as his skin buzzed. His muscles were heavy and a bit sore, and his asshole was still stretched wide with Ret’s knot. “Holy fuck.”

   “I concur.” Ret bowed his head and rubbed his snout on Kevin’s shoulder. “That was… wonderful.”

   “Ten out of ten. Would totally fuck again.” Kevin laughed, grunting as he stretched his legs. He experimentally shifted his hips and groaned as the knot still held them firmly together. “So. That’s a thing.”

   Ret licked the side of Kevin’s neck, purring quietly like a giant cat. “It’ll go down in a few moments.”

   “And then…?” Kevin fidgeted. 

   The lull of wine had long worn off thanks to that energetic fucking, and he was suddenly having regrets about fucking the monster in his closet. Maybe this hadn’t been such a good idea, maybe this was a huge mistake, maybe—

   “I can stay, if you so desire me to,” Ret soothed. “Or I can go.”

   “What… what do you want to do?”

   “I would like to stay. I am very, hmm, into cuddling.”

   Kevin’s heart fluttered, and his nerves faded away. “Yeah?”

   “You’re still a very terrible cook, so you claim,” Ret reminded him. “I would be happy to teach you. Although, if you’re as bad as you say, it could take a very long time.”

   “How long exactly?” Kevin asked, daring not to hope. He really had enjoyed Ret’s company, and he suddenly didn’t want it to end.

   “Mm.” Ret hummed thoughtfully as he wrapped his thick arms around Kevin, his purring growing louder. “It could take years. Maybe even a lifetime.”

   Kevin grinned. “Yeah?”

   “For as long as you would like me to teach you.”

   “Is that code for how long do you wanna fuck?” Kevin asked flatly.

   Ret laughed and shook his head. “We do not need to be so mysterious, do we?”

   “Says the literal monster who came out of a portal in my closet.”

   “What I mean is that I am happy to teach you whatever you’d like and though I have enjoyed our mating, it is not a requirement to keep me company.”

   “So, as long as we can cook together, you’re happy?”

   “Yes.” Ret licked his ear.

   “But we can keep fucking if I want to?”

   “Oh, yes.”

   “All right…” Kevin reached up to pet the side of Ret’s snout. “Well, we’ll see. I mean, I might get a boyfriend eventually. I’m very in demand, you know. I got guys blowing up my phone all the time.”

   “Is that the same phone I took the pictures with?” Ret teased. “Because I saw no evidence of it being ‘blown up’ by anyone except your father.”

   “Fuck off.” Kevin laughed. “We’ll just see what happens, okay? With us, I mean.”

   Ret cuddled in close, and he purred again. “Yes, we shall.”

 

*

 

Six months later…

 

   “Yeah, Dad,” Kevin said into the phone, “I made the Beef Wellington. Yes. It was me. I swear. No, I did not take pictures of someone else’s food and send those to you. No, it’s not a picture from TV. That’s my dinner table right now. I just took a picture and sent it to you. Yeah, I know I usually do it in the morning, but this is the first time I made this dish all by myself, and I was feelin’ super proud. No, seriously. It was me.” He grinned slyly at the monster sitting across the table from him. “My boyfriend taught me.” 

   Ret beamed. 

   “No, yeah. I’d love for you guys to meet.” Kevin gulped, and he looked over at Ret, trying to nod his head for confirmation that this wasn’t a totally insane idea.

   Ret nodded back eagerly and gave him two thumbs up.

   “Okay, yeah. Tomorrow would be awesome. Oh, what’s on the menu? Uh, you’re just gonna have to wait! It’s gonna be a surprise.” Kevin grimaced. “Yup. Love you. See you tomorrow.”

   “So?” Ret prompted.

   “So, we’re having my father for dinner tomorrow.” Kevin frowned. “I mean, over for dinner. Not like we’re gonna eat him. You don’t eat people, do you? You’re not a cannibal, right?

   “Technically, eating people would not make me a cannibal since I’m not human.”

   “That’s not helping.” Kevin groaned loudly. “I’ve never had my dad meet any of my boyfriends like this, and I’m freaking out a little bit, okay?”

   “I don’t eat people. There.” Ret stood and came over to lovingly rub Kevin’s shoulders. “Do you feel better?”

   “Keep rubbing.” Kevin melted beneath Ret’s strong touch, sighing contentedly. 

   “Why are you worried, hmm?”

   “Have you seen you?”

   “Yes?” Ret tilted his head. 

   Kevin stared. 

   “Ah, yes. Monster from the portal inside your closet.” 

   “Exactly. A very sexy monster, but still. He might be a tiny little bit surprised.”

   “I will wear pants.”

   “Okay, that’s great, but he’s gonna wanna know all the typical parent stuff. What you do for a living, where do you stay, what are your intentions with my son.”

   “I do nothing, I live in a closet, and my intentions are to love him for the rest of his life.” Ret bowed his head and sweetly licked Kevin’s ear. 

   “Maybe we just tell him you moved in with me?” Kevin’s cheeks warmed. “I think the whole being a monster thing is gonna be crazy enough without the living in my closet part.” 

   “Mmm. Good point. Any ideas as to what we shall say my profession is then?”

   “Sex god?”

   “You’re so crass.” 

   “You fuckin’ love it.” Kevin beamed smugly and put his hands on Ret’s clawed ones. 

   “I love you,” Ret purred. “Very much.”

   “Love you too.” Kevin squeezed Ret’s hands, thumbing over his sharp claws and taking a deep breath. “Okay. Dinner. With my dad. We can do this. Totally.” 

   “Absolutely.” 

   “No problem.”

   “None at all.”

   There were problems.

   The moment Kevin’s father, Peter, walked through the door the next night, he screamed.

   And would not stop.

   Kevin had to shake him to make him stop.

   Ret tried explaining that he was wearing pants, but that didn’t seem to help.

   Introductions were awkward, and Peter wouldn’t stop staring at Ret. He was shaking when Kevin directed him to the dining room table to sit down so he could watch them cook.

   Within two minutes, Kevin had burned the butter for the sauce and was ready to have a nervous breakdown. 

   Ret calmly removed the pan and started the sauce again, offering Kevin and Peter both a glass of wine. 

   Peter and Kevin both chugged.

   After refilling their glasses, Ret returned to the stove to adjust the temperature for the butter. “Would you like to add the garlic, Kev?”

   “Uh, yeah. Sure. Yes.” Kevin was sweating. He centered himself and added the minced garlic to the pan. He smiled when Ret rubbed his back, and he beamed up at him.

   Suddenly, the disastrous start to their evening didn’t matter. At the end of it, Ret was still going to be here, and that’s what was important.

   “So, uh.” Peter took another big gulp of wine. “How did you two meet?”

   “I was in the closet—” Ret began.

    “Ret hadn’t come out yet,” Kevin said quickly. “We met here. In the apartment. Building. And we just got to talking, and I invited him over.”

   “Yes. That.” Ret nodded slowly in agreement. “I offered to make dinner for us… so that I could come out. Of that closet. More often.” 

   Kevin forced himself to smile. 

   “Oh. Th-that’s nice.” Peter wiped his mouth. “You shouldn’t be afraid to be, uh, yourself. I always used to joke that I knew Kevin was gay before he did. You know, I w-was always very, very supportive of him when he came out to me.”

   “Yes! And that was super appreciated.”

   Peter smiled, but it was still very strained. “Uh, so. Ret. What, what do you do?”

   Ret looked at Peter, then to Kevin, and then the pan. “Yes. I do a thing. I cook.”

   “Yes! He’s a great cook!” Kevin gushed. “He’s brilliant.”

   “Oh, I don’t know about all that.” Ret ducked his giant head bashfully, baring his teeth in a shy little smile. “Don’t forget to add the cream now, love.”

   “Got it.” Kevin poured in the heavy cream and squeezed Ret’s thick arm. “But hey, no. Seriously. You’re amazing.” 

   “That must be, uh, an interesting job.” Peter smiled nervously. He still seemed shaken, but his smile grew when he looked at the pair together.

   “I enjoy it very much,” Ret said, his eyes still gazing down at Kevin. “One day, my love, I’m going to take you through the portal to show you my beautiful world of darkness and the burning pit of flames that I have roasted flesh over for a thousand years.” 

   Peter choked on air.

   “Uh.” Kevin laughed anxiously, smacking Ret’s shoulder. “Oh, uh. He just means he’ll take me to, uh, this open pit barbeque place he used to work at. Yeah. That.”

   “Yes, that.” Ret stood up tall, telling Peter firmly, “And I plan to love your son for the rest of my life.” 

   Peter actually smiled. “Thank you. That’s, that’s very nice of you. I have to admit I was a little…”

   “Surprised?” Kevin suggested as he stirred the cream into the butter a little too fast.

   “Yes. Very surprised.” Peter paused to sip his wine. “But, uh, I’ve never seen you cook before. I’ve never seen any place you’ve ever lived look this clean. The most important thing though? To be totally honest?”

   “What?” Kevin gulped.

   “I know for a fact that I’ve never seen you this happy.”

   Kevin was actually touched, and he smiled warmly. “Yeah?”

   “Yeah.” Peter smiled at Ret. “Thank you for making my son so happy.”

   Ret bared his teeth. “Thank you for inseminating his mother and helping spawn him into this plane of existence.” 

   “Uh.” Peter drank more wine. “You’re welcome.”

   Dinner was chicken alfredo, and Kevin was so proud to see his father clear his plate and ask for a second helping. The wine flowed and helped them gloss over all the awkward chat, and Kevin was grateful that his father had taken an Uber over here so he wouldn’t have to worry about him driving under the influence.

   Peter only screamed one more time that whole evening—when Ret leaned in to give Kevin a lick and Peter thought Ret was going to bite him.

   Other than that, the rest of the night went wonderfully.

   By the time Peter’s Uber driver had arrived, he was giving Ret hugs and shaking his hand. Kevin couldn’t believe how great this dinner had gone, and he was honestly still reeling from the incredible visual of Peter—his father—hugging Ret like they’d been friends for years.

   When the door finally shut and they were alone, Kevin immediately wrapped himself around Ret’s middle. “Holy shit.”

   “I believe that went well, yes?” Ret smiled and scooped Kevin up into his arms, nuzzling the top of his head. 

   “I think so?” Kevin hugged Ret’s neck, sliding a hand up to pet his horns. “I think he really liked you!”

   “I am so sorry I kept saying inappropriate things.” Ret sighed. “I did not mean to. I was, well, perhaps a bit nervous.”

   “You were nervous?” Kevin laughed. “You?”

   “Monsters from portals in closets can have anxiety about meeting their lover’s parents.”

   “Fair.” Kevin snuggled close and kissed Ret’s cheek. “Come on. Let’s go clean up, hmm?”

   “If you insist.” Ret lumbered over toward the dinner table, still cluttered with plates from their meal. 

   “Put me down. We still gotta put all this stuff away.”

   Ret bumped the edge of the table and all the dishes fell on the floor.

   “Ret! What the fuck?” Kevin gasped as Ret dropped him down on the edge of the table and spread his legs wide. “What are you doing?”

   “After the conclusion of a very successful meal, I believe that I am entitled to dessert.” Ret sat down in his chair and scooted close, running his long tongue over his lips.

   Kevin’s cock twitched immediately, and heat zoomed down between his legs. “You wanna do it right here, baby?”

   “It is polite to enjoy meals at the table, is it not?” Ret grabbed Kevin’s jeans, his claws tearing right through the denim. 

   “Ret!” Kevin squeaked, his lust zooming into the heavens at how easily Ret ripped his pants open to get at him. “Oh, f-fuck.”

   Kevin’s boxers were next, easily shredded as Ret’s tongue lapped forward, seeking out Kevin’s hole and licking it earnestly. “Mmm… and what a feast you are.”

   “Ret… baby… fuck.” Kevin had to drop down on his elbows, and he gasped when Ret lifted his legs over his shoulders as he pushed his tongue inside. “Ah, God!”

   Ret growled in reply and grabbed a hold of Kevin’s hips, his claws digging in as his tongue got to thrusting.

   “Fuck!” Kevin shouted, his spine curling as he leaned backward, his head smacking into the table. Ret’s tongue was fantastic, hot and strong and stretching him wide open. He swore it got better every single damn time, and he moaned appreciatively. “Ah, fuck… oh, God… you’re so good… you’re so fuckin’ good…”

   Ret growled again and held on tight, relentlessly fucking Kevin with his tongue.

   “My dad liked you… mmm. Fuck. That was so cool.” Kevin bucked down against Ret’s snout. “Ah, fuck, baby. Yes, yes, yes. Mmm, even when he screamed? It was really good. So good.”

   Ret purred, snarling possessively as his tongue probed deeper, sliding in and out in wet, sloppy strokes.

   Kevin lurched up, grabbing a hold of Ret’s horns and pushing his hips down. The pressure inside of him was incredible, and he wanted to come. The stress all through dinner had been overwhelming, and he wanted some much deserved release. He groaned, pushing as hard as he could and riding Ret’s face, rubbing his balls on the tip of his snout. 

   Ret had a hold of Kevin’s ass and hips, encouraging the frantic friction as he fucked his hole over and over again with his big tongue. 

   “Ahhh, yes, baby!” Kevin kept one hand on Ret’s horn and reached down to grab his dick, jerking himself off fast to match the eager pace of Ret’s thrusting tongue. He focused on the slick head of his cock, stroking desperately to carry himself over the edge. 

   He loved the feeling of Ret’s horn in his hand, the pulsing thrust of his tongue, the prick of his claws, and—oh, God! 

    Kevin groaned as he came, spilling his load over his hand as he pushed his hips down frantically. His head smacked back on the table and he chuckled breathlessly, savoring the intense shudders and the rush coming over him. “Oh, I love you, Ret. Oh, baby. I so fuckin’ love you.”

   “Mmph.” Ret pulled off with a wet slurp, bumping Kevin’s thigh with his snout. “I love you too, Kev. So very much.”

   “Damn, that was awesome.” 

   “I’ll clean up the mess.”

   Kevin glanced at dishes on the floor and grinned. “Yeah, maybe tomorrow.”

   “Oh?” Ret’s eyes glowed. “Did you have some other plans for us?”

   “Me, you, your knot, at least twice before we crash.” Kevin wiggled his hips enticingly as he sat up, rubbing Ret’s snout and kissing his cheek. “You know doin’ that thing with your tongue drives me absolutely crazy.

   “I had a vague idea.” Ret smiled sweetly.

   Kevin’s heart thumped, and he fumbled to grab his phone out of what was left of his pants. “Come here for a second.”

   “What is it?” 

   “Just come here.” Kevin laughed as he pulled Ret in close, pressing their faces together cheek to cheek and snapping a picture of them. He took a few just to make sure he got one in focus, and he showed them to Ret. “See?”

   “Yes, I see.” Ret licked Kevin’s cheek. “It’s very lovely.”

   “Mmm, almost as lovely as that tongue of yours, baby.” Kevin chuckled while Ret rolled his eyes. “Huh. Does eating ass count as eating people?” 

   “No.” Ret laughed. “I don’t think so.” 

   “Good. ‘Cause dating a cannibal would be weird.” 

   “Weirder than what we have now?” Ret chuckled and licked the side of Kevin’s face. 

   “Nah. As a matter of fact, you know what?”

   “Hmm?” 

   “I think what we have is pretty perfect.”

   “Kevin…” Ret might have been blushing if it was possible, and he hugged Kevin close.

   Kevin sighed happily, his heart full and totally content.

   “Eating people would still not make me a cannibal.” Ret cleared his throat. “I just wanted to reiterate that. Not that I am thinking about eating anyone, but I wanted to be clear.”

   “Yup. Got it.” Kevin snorted. “Not a cannibal.”

   “I would only be a cannibal if I ate another of my kind, you see.”

   “I know, baby.”

   “I love you.”

   “And I love you.” Kevin grinned. “Now come on, baby. Take me to bed.” 

   “Absolutely.” 

   Ret’s eyes were glowing that pretty bluish-green color that made Kevin’s heart thump, and he clung to Ret’s shoulders as he grabbed him right off the table. He loved it when Ret scooped him up like this and carried him around, always finding his immense strength totally hot. 

    Kevin groaned as Ret deposited him gently into their new bed—with an iron frame since the last two had shattered from their passions—and ripped off the rest of his clothes. He’d just accepted that Ret liked tearing up his clothes, and there was a part of him that enjoyed Ret showing off how powerful and primal he could be. 

   Ret climbed on top of Kevin, his long spine arching up as he pushed himself between Kevin’s legs. The pants he’d worn for dinner were gone. His cock was hard, the pointed tip already wet, and he eagerly licked Kevin’s neck and ear. 

   “Mmm, baby.” Kevin kissed and sucked at Ret’s snout, working his way back toward his horns. He knew now this was a sensitive place for Ret, and he loved the growls it earned him when he sucked at the base and licked there.

   “You are so very wicked.” Ret was out of breath, reaching over to claw at the bedside table for lube. “Your torments are vast and endless.” 

   “This is just foreplay.” Kevin laughed, grunting when Ret pushed him flat against the bed. “Ah, baby! Yes!”

   “By all the gods of darkness and endless existence, I love you.” Ret carefully opened the lube, squirting a healthy amount onto his hand to slick up his big cock. 

   “Fuckin’ ditto, baby.” Kevin grinned as he slid his hands up Ret’s thick chest. “I love you so damn much. Thank you.”

   “For?” Ret tilted his head, rubbing the tip of his cock against Kevin’s spit-slick hole. 

   “For really making tonight great. I know I already said that before, but I wanted to tell you again.” Kevin kissed Ret’s cheek. “Thank you, baby.”

   “It is my absolute pleasure.”

   “Good. Mmm, now come on. Gimme that fuckin’ knot.”

   “That will also be my pleasure.” Ret chuckled under his breath, baring his teeth as he pushed his cock in.

   “Ahhhh, yeah. There we go.” Kevin groaned triumphantly, squeezing Ret’s shoulders and spreading his legs wide to help adjust. Ret’s cock was so long and fat, and he knew the knot he craved was even bigger than this.

   “Mmm, Kevin.” Ret’s voice was a sultry growl, and he pressed his giant hand against Kevin’s stomach to keep him pinned as he thrust his cock deeper.

   Kevin twitched, gasping from the stretch. He was full and sweating already, and he knew Ret wasn’t even halfway in yet. He squirmed against Ret’s hold for the sheer thrill of feeling helpless, and he gasped as Ret’s cock popped in a few more inches.

   “There,” Ret sighed. “There you go. Just open up for me. You always do so very well, Kevin. Do you feel how I prepared you so thoroughly with my tongue, hmm? Helps ease the way quite nicely.”

   “Oh, big fuck yeah,” Kevin murmured, his eyes rolling back as he moaned. He dragged his hands all over Ret’s thick, leathery skin, loving how it felt beneath his palms. 

   Ret rocked his hips, working his massive cock in and out until Kevin was taking it all, and he growled low. “There, Kevin. Look at you… you feel fantastic. I love feeling my cock buried so deep inside of you.”

   “God, yes.” Kevin was on the verge of sobbing, stuffed and trembling, and every thrust made him groan. He could feel Ret’s cock moving beneath his clawed hand where it was still pressed against Kevin’s stomach, and the bulge was huge. 

   “Are you ready for my knot, Kevin?” Ret fucked him faster, arching his long spine as he threw his weight into his rough slams. 

   “Yes! Fuck! Come on!” Kevin hugged Ret’s hips with his legs and squeezed Ret’s shoulders, panting more and more frantically. His hole was throbbing and hot, and he gritted his teeth, trying to stay relaxed when the knot started swelling.

   When it caught, Kevin wailed and squirmed. He loved to feel the tug on his asshole, and he groaned as it grew inside of him. It swelled up so big that he couldn’t move at all, could only lay limp against the bed as Ret’s massive load flooded his insides. “R-ret! Oh, fuck!”

   “Come with me, Kevin.” Ret licked and nuzzled Kevin’s shoulders. “I want to feel your body quivering around me as I fill you… come on…”

   Kevin dropped a hand down to grab his dick, stroking himself fast. Ret’s load was still pumping away inside of him, and he rocked his hips to keep up the sweet friction to tip himself over the edge. “G-god, yes! Ret! Baby, baby, baby, ah! I’m coming!”

   He grunted as he came, desperately grinding down on Ret’s thick knot and focusing on the incredible pressure to carry his orgasm to mind-shattering heights. It was over all too quickly, and he flopped against the bed, panting hard.

   “Mmm, Kevin.” Ret shifted forward, circling his hips and tugging on his knot. “Ohhh, I love you.”

   “Love you.” Kevin grinned stupidly. “Fuck, I love you so much.” He petted Ret’s snout and underneath his chin. “That was awesome.”

   “Indeed it was.” Ret licked Kevin’s cheek.

   Kevin knew they would be locked together by Ret’s knot for a little while, and he got comfortable. He hugged Ret’s head against his chest, kissing his forehead and petting his horns. 

   “Mmm. What are you doing?”

   “Well, I seem to recall a certain someone saying they wanted that knot twice.”

   “It was you. You said that.”

   “Sure did.”

   Ret chuckled. “Don’t worry. I will not rest tonight until you are thoroughly satisfied.”

   “Good.” Kevin moved his hips, cuddling close while they waited for the knot to go down. He was so happy, and he’d never been more glad that he had a monster in his closet.

   A monster that cooked for him, wore pants to meet his father, and loved him with all of his heart.

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Day 2

“Remember! Don’t peek! It’s a surprise!” my parents teased me. I could hear them laughing after they threw me into the cold for the monster to devour.

Warning: The following story includes non-consensual intercourse, intercourse of dubious consent, elements of Stockholm Syndrome, and body horror including stitches and hanging limbs.

   “Remember, darling, don’t peek!” his mother teased. “It’s a surprise!”

   Victor could hear her and his father laughing when they drove away, leaving him in the freezing woods for the Creature to devour. 

   He shouldn’t have been surprised.

   The town was running out of options for sacrifices, and the elders certainly weren’t going to volunteer. They claimed the Creature liked younger victims because they made for better parts. It made sense to send their children because that would please the Creature and keep him from attacking.

   No one was really sure where the Creature had come from.

   It had just shown up one night, a hulking monstrosity covered in stitches with bluish skin and black eyes. It was made from multiple men all jammed together, the awful result of a horrible experiment gone awry. It was said to have murdered its creator, the old scientist who lived in the house in the woods several miles outside of town, and no one dared venture anywhere close.

   Unless they were dropping off a sacrifice. 

   Victor pulled his hat down over his ears and hugged himself, wishing his coat was thicker. The ground was covered in at least a foot of snow, it was absolutely freezing, and he wasn’t sure what he was supposed to be doing. 

   Just waiting for the Creature to come grab him?

   Fuck that. 

   Determined, he turned around and headed back to town. Freezing to death beat the hell out of whatever the Creature was going to do to him, and maybe he could find a way to get away from here. Steal a car, drive off into the night. He was eighteen, he could get a license maybe, find a job, start over—

   A roar broke the silence of the frozen forest, and he skidded to a stop, his heart pounding in dread.

   Oh, no.

   He ran.

   Arms pumping, he ran as fast as he could down the snow covered road. He could still see the tire tracks from his parents’ car, and he followed them. His entire body was tingling and numb, and he didn’t know if it was the cold or adrenaline, but he barely felt his feet touch the ground as he bolted away.

   He had to escape. He had to go somewhere, anywhere—anywhere but here.

   The Creature didn’t make a sound when it grabbed him.

   Victor didn’t even see it coming. One moment he was running as fast as he could, certain his soul was about to depart from his body from the speeds he was hitting, and the next he was kicking nothing but air because the Creature had snatched him up.

   He was huge, a disjointed blue beast with a square jaw, big forehead, and dark eyes, and he snatched Victor up by the back of his coat like he weighed nothing. The Creature didn’t seem to be affected by the cold since he was wearing nothing but a torn pair of pants, and Victor got a full view of the Creature’s deformed torso.

   His right shoulder and arm were lean, narrow—their original owner was probably a tall and slim man. His chest, as well as his left shoulder and arm, had belonged to a hulking beast of a man, clearly too big for the rest of his body, and the obvious weight caused the Creature to slouch toward that side. His head was bulging as was his neck, but the row of stitches around his throat indicated it did not belong to the same donor who had given the other beastly parts. 

   The same crude stitching around his neck was visible all over the rest of his body where the bits and pieces had been attached. There were even stitches around his wrists and other joints as if additional surgeries had been performed. The stitches there at his right shoulder, where the smaller arm was joined, were loose and hanging, and the arm appeared ready to fall off.

   Victor could see various strings of tendons and meat in between the gap of arm and shoulder, and he didn’t understand why it wasn’t bleeding. The thought was insane, but it was all he could focus on. 

   That is, until the Creature roared.

   Victor screamed, and the Creature lifted him up as if he was about to throw him or rip him into pieces—oh, God. No. The Creature was going to tear his arm off to replace that fucked up arm of his. 

   Unless…

   “Wait, wait!” Victor cried, holding out his hands to try and get the Creature’s attention. “Wait just a second!” He tore off his gloves and lunged forward, grabbing the loose stitching and pulling it as hard as he could. 

   It was like pulling the laces on a shoe, and the arm was drawn right back to the shoulder. It was difficult to work with numb, cold fingers, but Victor frantically tied the loose stitches into a big bow to hold them in place and secure the arm.

   Amazingly, the Creature now lifted his newly reattached arm and wiggled his fingers. He seemed surprised, and he stared down at the now closed suturing. With a voice like granite, he asked, “Fix?”

   “Yes. Fix.” Victor’s heart was pounding so hard it was making his ribs rattle. “I fixed you, so, uh, please don’t… don’t tear me apart?” 

   The Creature frowned and threw Victor up over his shoulder, hugging him close. “Fix.”

   “Wait, hey! What are you doing?” Victor scrambled to escape, but there was no way to break the Creature’s powerful grip. “I helped you! Let me go!”

   “Fix.” The Creature had turned around and was walking deeper into the woods. He didn’t seem to care that Victor was kicking and punching him, carrying on without complaint or even addressing the attacks. 

   Victor eventually gave up, exhausted and shivering. He couldn’t get away right now, and he needed to conserve his strength. He wished he hadn’t thrown his gloves, and he tried rubbing his hands together to keep them warm. He could barely feel them.

   He had no idea where the Creature was taking them, but he could see the snow covered ground and noticed when it turned into slick pavement. It was a sidewalk, and they were soon entering a house. 

   The Creature had to duck to make it through the doorway, and when he turned around to shut the door, Victor could see the interior of the house.

   Dark, but blissfully warm, and it was old. There was a big staircase, everything was antique and wood, cobwebs hung from the walls, and all he could think was that it looked like the house from The Munsters.

   The Creature set him down, gently, and he grabbed Victor’s arm to lead him upstairs.

   “What are you doing? Where are you taking me?” Victor tried to pull away, but again there was no way to escape. He stumbled up the last few steps, realizing that if he fell, the Creature would just drag him. He tried to keep up, and the Creature brought him to a large bedroom.

   There was a fireplace full of glittering embers with a plush chair sitting in front of it, a big four-post canopy bed with fancy drapes, and a dresser overflowing with bandages, bottles, and other random medical supplies.

   The Creature dragged Victor over toward the fireplace—though not without first locking and bolting the door behind them—and grunted, “Stay.”

   Victor glanced warily at the door. Even if he made a run for it, the Creature would catch him before he could unlock it. As the Creature stoked the fire and added more wood, the flames were inviting enough to make Victor want to stay a little longer.

   At least until he could feel his fingers again.

   The Creature left him alone by the fire, and Victor stuck out his hands, trying to warm them. He didn’t realize what the Creature was doing behind him until he glanced back and saw him standing there completely naked.

   “What the fuck?” Victor cried.

   The Creature pointed at his leg. “Fix.”

   Victor stared.

   The bulking torso ended at the Creature’s hips where another line of stitches attached him to an average-sized pelvis. The attached cock, however, was not average-sized. Even soft, it was thick and long, and it took Victor several seconds to notice the ripped stitches in the Creature’s thigh. The legs were powerful and muscular like the big torso, and it seemed that at least three or four different men had been ripped apart to create this monster.

   Maybe even five if he was counting the giant cock.

   While he tried to wrap his brain around why the Creature’s creator would take the time to give him a big dick, the Creature pushed by Victor to make his way over to the dresser. He returned and sat down in the chair, thrusting out his hand. “Fix.”

   He was holding a big curved needle and a spool of thick string. 

   Victor took the items without thinking, and he realized what the Creature wanted him to do. “You want me to sew you back up? To fix you?”

   The Creature nodded. “Fix.”

   “Is that all you can say? Fix?”

   The Creature looked thoughtful before replying, “No.”

   Cautiously, Victor approached and kneeled in front of the Creature. “If I fix you, are you still going to… you know?”

   The Creature blinked.

   “Chop me up for new parts?” Victor hated how shrill he sounded.

   “No.”

   “Oh. That’s good. I guess. Uh.” Victor’s fingers were shaking as he tried to thread the needle. “Will you let me go?”

   “Fix.” The Creature narrowed his dark eyes.

   “Right. Yes. On it.” Victor tried to will his hands to stay steady as he prepared to make the first stitch. 

   The Creature’s skin was so cold that it made Victor jerk away, and he didn’t know if that was normal for a monster man like him or if it was from being outside in the snow half-naked. He ignored it and tried to get ready to do this. He had to lean over the Creature’s lap, and he could see the ripped stitching stretched from the top of his leg down to his inner thigh.

   Right next to his big, soft cock.

   Nope. Nothing weird about any of this at all.

   “Don’t you want… something to numb this?” Victor didn’t much like the idea of the Creature smashing his head in because he hurt him with this stupid needle.

   “No.” The Creature shook his head. “Fix.”

   “Yup. Fixing.” Victor took a deep breath and stuck the needle in, cringing in anticipation.

   The Creature didn’t even blink.

   When nothing happened, Victor let out the breath he’d been holding and started sewing. He had never been great at this, definitely knew nothing about medical suturing, but he’d put some buttons back on before so maybe he had a small chance of not screwing this up.

   Inevitably, his hands brushed against the Creature’s groin as he worked his way down, and he couldn’t help but notice how the Creature’s cock was thickening. He tried to ignore it even as his mouth filled with spit. He’d never seen one so big before, not in real life anyway, and he had the stupidest urge to grab it.

   By the time Victor reached the end of the torn stitches, the Creature’s cock was fully hard.

   It was suddenly very hot in this damn room, and Victor didn’t think it was just from being next to the fire. 

   The Creature seemed puzzled, and he reached down to touch his cock. When he felt how hard it was, he looked alarmed. “Fix?”

   “Hang on.” Victor was nearly done.

   “Fix.”

   “One more stitch, hang on!” Victor pulled the string as tightly as he could and tied it off, and then he realized he didn’t have any scissors to cut off the excess. The string was too thick to break with his hands. “Do you have scissors? A knife?”

   The Creature didn’t seem to care about the hanging string and wiggled his hard cock at Victor. “Fix.”

   “What?” Victor stared at the big, veiny cock being waved right in his face. “Fix… this?”

   The Creature’s brow wrinkled in concern, and he nodded.

   “Have you…” Victor couldn’t believe what he was about to say. “Have you never gotten hard?”

   “Fix,” the Creature said firmly, and it sounded like a threat.

   “If I fix it, will you let me go?” Victor asked urgently.

   “Yes! Fix! Now!” the Creature shouted. 

   “Okay, okay! Shit!” Victor gulped and tried to reason what would be the quickest way to get off a monster who had never had an erection. Despite the ridiculous desire to shove that meat in his mouth, he decided his hands would be the best thing to use. He could do this. No problem.

   He was one hand job away from freedom.

   Fingers still trembling, he curled them around the base of the Creature’s cock—weirdly cool like the rest of him—and began to stroke. 

   The Creature immediately moaned, his eyes widening in surprise and awe, and he panted loudly. “Yes… Fix…”

   “Yes, fixing. Fix, fix, fix,” Victor mumbled as he avoided eye contact. He’d messed around with another boy from town that he’d had the biggest crush on so he at least understood how to do this better than sewing. 

   He had liked that boy so much…

   Before said boy was taken away by his parents to be another sacrifice for this monster.

   Victor tried not to think about it.

   He focused on jerking off the Creature, squeezing him from root to tip and rubbing around the slick head. It was so wet with precome that it glistened in the light from the fire, and Victor wanted to lick it. He couldn’t believe he was actually getting turned on doing this, and a flash of shame only made him hotter. He had to hurry up and finish this and get the hell out of here. 

   Victor stroked around the head of the Creature’s dick, watching the bubble of precome grow, and—

   The Creature came suddenly with a low groan, sagging down in the chair as his cock squirted a thick load of come all over Victor’s hand and nearly hit his face.

   Victor recoiled but kept going, stroking the Creature through each shuddering pulse. God, there was just so much of it. It was actually warm, and it dripped over his fingers and his hand. He had no idea where that first big splash had landed, and he didn’t care. He’d done it, and now he could leave. 

   While wiping the mess off on his coat, Victor asked, “There. Fixed. Can I please go now?”

   The Creature didn’t seem to hear him, too busy sitting there enjoying his afterglow apparently. He looked a little dazed, and he was staring down at his cock as if he truly had no idea that it could do that.

   “Hey,” Victor tried again. “I fixed your leg and your dick, okay? Can I please go?”

   The Creature heard him that time, and he looked up to smile at Victor.

   He actually had a nice smile, though a little crooked, but there was something off about it that made Victor’s stomach turn. 

   Victor stood and backed away, his adrenaline kicking back in and making his legs wobbly. He fled to the door, but the Creature was right on him—fuck, he was fast—and pulling him back. His hat went flying off, and he kicked and screamed, shouting, “No! I did what you wanted! Let me go!”

   “No,” the Creature grunted as he pulled Victor back over to the chair. He sat down, forcing Victor to kneel in front of him again. “Fix.”

   “Fucking fix what?” Victor demanded, and then he looked down.

   The Creature’s cock was still hard.

   “Oh, for fuck’s sake.” Victor groaned. 

   The Creature grinned.

   “Fine. One more time. Then I’m going!” Victor grabbed the Creature’s cock, slick now with come and slippery in his hand. He sighed, stroking again and wishing this was over already. 

   Victor hoped the Creature would get off as quickly as he had before, but that didn’t seem to be happening. Maybe it was because the Creature had just busted a few minutes ago, but there was no sign of an orgasm coming anytime soon.

   The Creature definitely didn’t mind, that smug prick, his face relaxed and happy as he groaned. He was clearly enjoying all of the attention, and he reached with his smaller hand to pet Victor’s hair.

   That was unexpected and honestly sort of… nice.

   Victor had to switch hands and licked his palm before grabbing the Creature’s cock again. He had no idea how long it would take to get this monster off a second time, and he didn’t want to think about what was going to happen if he didn’t. 

   A sliver of panic worked its way down his spine, and he realized in horror that he was getting hard. He blamed the miserable excitement of being taken prisoner by a giant monster and told himself it was a normal reaction from being absolutely terrified.

   Fear boner, that was it.

   Though it wasn’t fear that made him want to lick the fat head of the Creature’s cock. That was something else, probably insanity. 

   The Creature grumbled softly, and he continued petting Victor’s hair. He was showing absolutely no signs of urgency, and Victor was becoming desperate to finish this already. If his hands weren’t working, he still did have a few other options. 

   He gave in to the sinful desire lurking in the forefront of his mind and lapped his tongue over the Creature’s cock. 

   The Creature gasped, suddenly tense and suspicious, and he glared down at Victor as his fingers tightened in his hair.

   Victor moaned without meaning to, and he realized that the Creature might have thought Victor was trying to bite him. He licked his cock again, slower, savoring the taste and trying to show him that he was only trying to make him feel good. He kept lapping around the swollen head, licking faster, moaning again when the Creature pulled his hair.

   The Creature appeared puzzled by how Victor was reacting, but he definitely seemed to like his mouth. “Fix… more.”

   Victor didn’t understand, and he hesitated. “What?”

   Tugging on Victor’s hair, the Creature pushed him down on his cock. “More.”

   The big head bumped up against Victor’s lips, and he turned his head with a grimace. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to do this. A hand job was bad enough, maybe a few licks, but to really suck this monster off? Where was the Creature going to come? In his mouth?

   Oh, God. 

   He had seen how much the Creature had come the first time, and certainly another load that size would be enough to choke on. He had no idea why, but that thought made his own hard cock flex.

   The Creature pushed Victor’s head again, bringing his cock back up to his mouth with an impatient grunt. “Fix more.”

   Victor opened his mouth to take it, wrapping his lips around the thick cock and sucking hard. Fuck it, he’d already come this far, and it would all be worth it to get the hell away from here. He swirled his tongue up and down the Creature’s cock, taking as much as he could manage without choking. Listening to the Creature’s frantic groans told him he was on the right path, and he bobbed his head quickly.

   As the Creature’s cock got wet with spit, it was easier to suck, and fuck, Victor liked it. He hated that he did, but he was getting hot, and his dick was already so hard. When the Creature lifted his hips and pushed his cock in deeper, Victor let out a loud moan—muffled as it was with a mouth full of cock.

   The Creature’s grip on Victor’s hair had loosened, and his other hand joined it to pet and gently tug. It was weird to feel two very differently sized hands in his hair, but Victor just went with it. He tensed as the Creature pushed up into his mouth again, and he whimpered, not sure how much more he could take.

   Once the Creature figured out he could move his body to increase his own pleasure, he thrusted frantically.

   Victor had to swallow so he wouldn’t gag, even thought about holding his breath, and he did his best to take every desperate slam. His eyes were watering, his nose was running, but there was nothing he could do to stop the Creature from fucking his tight throat. He had to do this. He just had to. 

   “Mmm… fix… good…” the Creature grumbled, still pounding away and growling now. 

   Victor didn’t know if that was the Creature’s first attempt at dirty talk or what, but he felt a weird rush of pride for pleasing this beast. He closed his eyes as tears rolled down his cheeks, trying to will the Creature into coming. He wanted that load, he wanted to taste it, and all the spit leaking from his mouth was making his own dick ache so hard that it hurt. 

   “Yes!” the Creature groaned, slamming his cock down the back of Victor’s throat. 

   There it was, a hot and massive load of come, and Victor swore it was going to run out his nose. He tried to swallow it, but there was just too much and he was about to choke. He fought to pull off, coughing and shaking his head urgently. 

   The Creature thankfully didn’t try to shove his dick back in Victor’s mouth, instead choosing to finish the last few squirts on Victor’s cheek. 

   Victor grimaced and licked around his mouth to collect the come that had spilled when he was coughing. He was about to wipe off his face, but the Creature beat him to it. 

   Using his smaller hand, the Creature very gently brushed away the mess. He smiled again, that weird little crooked grin, and then he glanced down at his fingers. He didn’t seem to know what to do with the stickiness now, and he wiped it off on the arm of the chair.

   Fidgeting, Victor kept his eye on the Creature’s cock for any signs that it was going to rise back up and force him into more fixing. It was thankfully appearing to wilt now, and he stood up. “Now. Can I leave?”

   The Creature turned his head, glancing toward the window. The drapes obscured everything of the outside world except for one sliver that revealed it was snowing again. He shook his head. “No.”

   Victor ran. 

   His fingers managed to touch the lock before the Creature grabbed him. 

   Even though it had already been well established that struggling was useless, Victor refused to go quietly. He kicked and swung as hard as he could as the Creature carried him all the way to the bed. The Creature held him down, pulled off his boots, and something clamped around Victor’s ankle.

   When he looked down, he saw it was a metal leg cuff, and it was attached to the massive post at the foot of the bed. 

   The Creature laid down next to him and closed his eyes. 

   Victor frantically tried to break the cuff, but it was stainless steel. He followed it to the other end where it was cuffed around the post, but there was no way to separate it. The post was attached to the massive canopy frame above so he couldn’t just slip it over. 

   “Is that what you do?” Victor asked angrily. “You make all the sacrifices ‘fix’ you up first before you kill them?”

   The Creature grunted. 

   “Answer me!” Victor whipped off his coat and threw it at him.

    The Creature peeked open one eye to look at the coat that had landed on his chest, and he pushed it off onto the floor. “No.” 

   “Well… you’re a jerk!” Victor laid down and rolled over in a huff, turning his back to the Creature. 

   The Creature did not seem to care. 

   Victor refused to cry, and he tried to let himself rest. He would need to be ready for anything, including any and all chances to escape that presented themselves. He was tired from the overflow of emotions from such an awful day and soon found himself drifting. 

   He was surprised to feel the Creature lifting him up and tucking him under the covers. There was also a pat on his head that felt almost sweet, but Victor tried to pretend he was asleep. 

   After a while, he didn’t feel the Creature moving, and Victor was aware that his own dick was getting hard again. He hadn’t exactly been able to handle himself before, and now it wouldn’t go away. He tried to think of being ripped to pieces, his parents abandoning him—anything to dissuade the stubborn erection.

   When that didn’t work, he turned his head back to see if the Creature was asleep.

   The Creature’s eyes were closed, and it certainly appeared to be sleeping.

   Fuck it.

   Rolling back, Victor reached beneath the covers and unbuttoned his pants. He could make this quick. He grabbed his cock, jerking himself off fast and hard, closing his eyes and pretending he was anywhere else but here. He focused on the sweet pressure building up inside of him, playing with the head of his dick and zeroing his stroking in right there, faster and faster—

   “Fix?” the Creature asked. 

   Victor jumped, yanking his hand away and sitting up. “No! I’m just… I’m…!”

   The Creature pulled the covers back, prodding the tenting in Victor’s pants. 

   “Hey! Stop that!” Victor smacked his hand.

   Undeterred, the Creature palmed Victor’s hard cock and ever so gently squeezed.

   Victor wished he could wiggle away, but the Creature’s big hand actually felt nice, and he knew he couldn’t actually stop him. He was frozen in place, watching the Creature pulling at his pants to get to his cock. He was throbbing, his erection not the slightest bit affected by the giant hand pawing at it. 

   If anything, it just made Victor harder.

   The Creature was touching Victor as if he was made of glass, slowly tracing a thick finger up his shaft and stroking the wet head. His expression was curious, and he wrapped his hand around Victor to stroke. It was awkward at first, unsteady, but he seemed to find a rhythm after a few pumps.

   Victor laid back on the bed, panting hard. He was so close already, but he couldn’t bring himself to come. As much as he wanted the simple relief of an orgasm, he was suddenly possessed by the thought of the sweet boy he’d had such a crush on. 

   What had happened to him? Was he forced to “fix” things for the Creature as well?

   The Creature made a noise, a frustrated sounding grunt, and he frowned at Victor.

   “I can’t… uh…” Victor panicked. “Can’t be fixed right now?”

   The Creature didn’t like that answer, and he growled.

   “I’m sorry!” Victor cried. “Look, I just, I just can’t right now!”

   The Creature grabbed Victor right off the bed, bringing him up into his arms like he was going to throw him. Instead, he brought Victor in against his chest and sucked his cock right into his mouth.

   The cool suction made Victor shout, and he scrambled to steady himself in the awkward embrace. He managed to hang on to the Creature’s large shoulder, well aware the only thing holding him up were the Creature’s strong hands at his back and hip. 

   The Creature sucked so hard that it almost hurt, and he growled with every tug. He rocked Victor’s hips, forcing him to thrust in and out of his mouth. He didn’t appear to need to breathe, and Victor couldn’t believe how good it felt. The suction was incredible, and there was something about being handled so effortlessly that was making Victor’s blood rush faster.

   He felt himself giving in, moaning as he pushed into the Creature’s relentless mouth, and dug his fingers into his shoulder. The slick friction was delicious, and his orgasm slammed into him so fast that he couldn’t even offer any warning except a strangled cry of pleasure.

   The Creature held Victor deep in his mouth, humming low as he sucked down his come.

   Sagging in the Creature’s arms, Victor struggled to catch his breath. He had never come that hard before, and soon his dick was way too sensitive for the Creature’s continued attention. He pushed at his big shoulder, pleading, “Please stop. It’s fixed. So fixed. Okay?”

   “Mm?” The Creature seemed reluctant to pull off, but he did, licking his lips hungrily. He gave Victor’s cock one last lap as if he was hoping for more come. When none came, he set Victor back down on the bed. “Fix.”

   “Uh… thank you.” Victor pulled the covers back over himself and rolled away, his heart still pounding from his orgasm. 

   Well, this just got a hell of a lot weirder.

 

~*~

 

   After that very unexpected blowjob, Victor fell asleep and didn’t wake again until morning. The light coming in through the cracks in the drapes was soft and blue, and it had to be very cold outside because it was even chilly here in the room. The temperature must have dropped severely during the night, and Victor was surprised to find another blanket draped over him.

   He was alone in bed, and the Creature was over by the fire, urging the flames to grow as he added more wood. He was still naked, and Victor saw his big cock was hard when he turned back around.

   The Creature grinned.

   Victor made a face. He already knew what was going to happen. “Fix?”

   “Fix,” the Creature confirmed.

   Dread and revulsion mixed with the raw desire stirring in his guts, and Victor wondered what the Creature would want from him this time. Hoping for a quick hand job seemed out of the question, and he wasn’t surprised when the Creature came back to bed and pushed Victor’s head down into his lap. 

   What did surprise him, however, was when the Creature lifted him up on his chest, pulling the leg chain along for the ride and turning him so that he could suck Victor too.

   Victor had trouble stuffing the Creature’s dick in his mouth with the uniquely cool suction around his own cock distracting him, but he did his best to get to work. He held the base of the Creature’s cock and stroked what wouldn’t fit, licking and sucking earnestly. 

   Apparently not liking Victor’s pants being in his way, the Creature just ripped them off. 

   Such a display of strength made Victor’s guts drop, and he pushed more of the Creature’s dick into his mouth. He knew how easily the Creature could probably rip other bits of him off, including the very sensitive bit the Creature was so intent on tasting. 

   The Creature tore Victor’s underwear out of his way, throwing the ruined fabric somewhere on the floor with Victor’s pants. He grunted, perhaps pleased with himself, and brought Victor into his mouth with a happy groan. His hands slid over Victor’s thighs and hips, squeezing lightly to encourage him to thrust.

   Victor couldn’t deny how good it fuckin’ felt, and he followed the Creature’s guiding touch, fucking his cool throat while he sucked his cock. He liked the smooth, cold taste of his skin, and he let himself enjoy it. He rocked his hips in the same steady rhythm of his bobbing head, suddenly ravenous for the Creature’s cock and his awesome mouth.

   He was getting sloppy, the Creature’s cock dripping with spit now, but he didn’t want to stop. He had the craziest urge to take him all the way down so he could lick those stitches there at the base of his cock, but there was no way he could reach them. He sure as hell tried, desperate to get himself to relax to ease that fat cock deeper into his mouth.

   The Creature was sucking Victor just as eagerly, using his tongue to lick and tease with every thrust, and his growls were getting louder. 

   Victor’s eyes were watering, stinging with the threat of tears, and he tried to take more, just a little more, and he flinched as he got a mouthful of hot come. It gushed out from his lips, and he had to pull off with a cough, gasping for air. “Ah, fuck!” He bowed his head back down to catch the last few pulses and swallow them.

  The Creature wanted his share, and he grabbed Victor’s hips again to rock his cock into his mouth frantically.

   “Ahh… Ah… oh fuck…” Victor had to stop sucking, his thighs trembling as he let the Creature take what he wanted. “Ah… yes… yes, fuck!” He cried out when he came, filling the Creature’s throat and shuddering when it only made him suck harder. He was left light-headed, mindlessly lapping around the Creature’s cock to get the come he missed, weakly rocking his hips into the Creature’s mouth to stretch out his incredible climax.

   The Creature petted Victor’s thighs, grumbling pleasurably. He seemed to remember that Victor could only take so much after coming and he pulled off without needing to be told. He let Victor lick him clean before tucking him back into bed, beaming down at him.

   Flushed and warm, Victor went without a fight. All he had left on was his sweater, and it felt sort of silly now without anything on his bottom half except his socks. He pulled off his sweater and socks so he was completely naked, pulling the covers up around him. “So. This is it then? We just… keep fixing each other until you get bored and chop me up?”

   The Creature tilted his head. 

   “You’re going to use me for parts, right?”

   “No.”

   “Then why did you bring me back here?” Victor frowned. “Why won’t you let me leave?”

   “Cold.” The Creature pointed to the window.

   “Because it’s… cold?” Victor didn’t follow.

   “You die.” The Creature shook his head. “No more.”

   “No more…” Victor’s stomach churned. “No more of what?”

   The Creature’s expression twisted, and he looked as if he was going to cry. “No more… Can’t fix.”

   “What happened to the other sacrifices?” Victor’s frown deepened. “Did you even know the town was bringing them to you?”

   “No.” The Creature appeared confused. “Why?”

   “Because you… you attacked the town!” Victor stared at him in disbelief. “They’ve been bringing you sacrifices for years!”

   “No.” The Creature shook his head urgently. “Find in cold. Can’t fix!”

   Victor’s stomach continued to twist. “They’re dead. By the time you find them, they’re already dead, aren’t they? They all froze to death?”

   The Creature’s miserable whimper was enough confirmation.

   “Am I the first you found… alive?”

   The Creature nodded sadly.

   Victor felt sick. 

   None of this made any sense. 

   The town, including his own parents, had been sending their young out into the freezing cold for a monster that didn’t even know they were meant for him. They’d all been sent out into the cold to die for absolutely nothing. 

   Thinking of that sweet boy he’d cared so much for, Victor started to cry. Maybe freezing to death was better than being torn to pieces for the Creature, but his heart still ached for the boy’s loss. He gasped when the Creature touched him, using his smaller hand to wipe his cheek.

   “No,” the Creature said gently, wiping again when another tear fell. “No leak.”

   Victor took the Creature’s hand before he could pull away, holding it there against the side of his face. He was desperate for affection, and the Creature was all he had right now. Soon, the touch of his hand wasn’t enough, and Victor pushed his way into the Creature’s arms so he could sob on his chest.

   The Creature didn’t seem to know what to do at first, but he slowly brought his mismatched arms around Victor to hold him close. 

   Victor cried until he didn’t have anything left, and his sorrow soon turned to anger. He couldn’t believe his parents had done this to him, and he hated them for living in fear when there was nothing to even be afraid of. He wondered now if the Creature had ever really attacked the town or if that was just another lie they all told.

   When he was finally done, the Creature tucked him back into bed and laid beside him, curling his giant arm around him.

   Victor enjoyed the silence, finally drying his eyes and trying to sort out what to do now. If the Creature was afraid of him freezing to death, there was no way he would let Victor leave until spring, and that was still months away. He didn’t know what the hell they were going to do to pass the time except…

   “Fix?” the Creature asked hopefully, peering down at Victor with a crooked grin.

   “Sure.” Victor sighed. “We can fix.”

   It wasn’t like they had anything else to do.

 

~*~

 

   As the weeks went by, Victor did a lot of fixing. He fixed the Creature until his hands were sore and his jaw hurt, and the Creature was more than happy to return the favor. In fact, Victor would dare say that the Creature was becoming an expert at delivering pleasure. Victor had grown to enjoy their encounters, even when he didn’t have much of a choice except to give in, and he was content.

   Eventually, the Creature removed the leg cuff so Victor could explore the house. The rooms seemed to go on and on, and there was no sign of the other people who might have lived here. It had a large library, and he was teaching the Creature to read and working on his speech so they could communicate better. 

    The Creature had no name, so Victor dubbed him “Shep” after the author of a book they liked to read that was all about witches and magical portals. 

    He learned that Shep’s creator had died years ago and was buried in the gardens behind the house. It was also where Shep had buried the other sacrifices he had found, not knowing what else to do with them. Shep was quite terrified of the people in town and said they’d tried to hurt him before so he scared them away.

   With his ghastly appearance, it wouldn’t have been hard to do, and Victor was beginning to understand where the stories came from. Not that it excused sending people off to their deaths, but still.

   All in all, staying with Shep wasn’t a bad way to spend the winter, and Victor found himself thinking about escaping less with each passing day.

   He enjoyed waking up with Shep holding him, waiting for him to get up to tend to the fire and knowing a vigorous round of fixing would be imminent.

    Then breakfast.

    This morning began as any other, and Victor woke up draped over Shep’s broad chest. He traced his stitches, finding an odd comfort in counting them across his shoulders and neck. He fussed lightly when Shep left to get the fire going again, and he set about stealing all of the blankets to wrap himself up in. 

   Shep was amused but quickly untangled Victor so he could put his mouth on him. When Victor tried to reach for him, Shep wouldn’t let him. Confused but not about to pass up a chance to enjoy himself, Victor let Shep blow him until he came with a loud cry.

   Victor expected Shep to offer himself then, but Shep was apparently not done.

   He had Victor stretched out on his back, and he now spread his legs to bring his mouth lower.

   Much lower.

   The first swipe of tongue over Victor’s asshole made him jump. “Wh-what are you doing?”

   “Fixing.” Shep licked him again, pausing to lap over the fingers of his smaller hand and tease around Victor’s hole.

   “Wait, wait, mmm, why?” Victor squirmed. “We haven’t, we haven’t done this before! I’ve never done this!”

   “Want fix more.” Shep looked up at him with a warm smile. “Fix you with cock.”

   “You want… oh!” Victor gasped when he realized what Shep was implying. “No, I don’t think I want to do that right now. I’m not, I’m not sure if that’s such a good idea.” He backed away against the headboard. 

   He’d certainly fantasized about having sex, many times in fact, but he didn’t think he wanted his first time to be here with Shep. It was supposed to be special, and this was so sudden that he didn’t have time to think—

   Shep grabbed his leg and pulled him back down. “No. Fixing.”

   “Dammit!” Victor twisted over and tried to pull away, but he only succeeded in flopping over on his stomach. 

   Shep easily pinned him down against the mattress with that giant hand, holding him there while his smaller fingers slid between his cheeks. “Fix now. You like.”

   “Mm! Stop it!” Victor groaned in frustration, gasping as Shep’s spit-slick finger pushed inside him. It burned, and he hated it immediately. “It hurts, please! Stop!”

   “No. Fix.” Shep moved his finger in and out, taking his time and working it in deep.

   It was immensely uncomfortable, and Victor struggled to breathe through the weird feeling. He was grateful when Shep paused to add something slick, maybe oil, and the probing finger slid in much more easily. It still felt strange, and he didn’t like it.

   “Fix good,” Shep soothed as he added a second finger. He thrusted in hard, gasping as if he was the one being penetrated.

   “Shep… fuck… it hurts…” Victor whined, burying his face in the mattress. 

   “Fix,” Shep promised. “You wait. Fix good.”

   “Dammit… Shep…” Victor closed his eyes and hoped it would be over fast.

   Shep’s fingers kept pushing and pushing, and the burn was slowly fading. It was weird, though not uncomfortable now, and the gentle thrusts were beginning to feel good. He willed his body to relax, and he let Shep open him up. His cock was stirring, and he couldn’t believe he was getting hard again so soon. 

   He tensed when he realized that Shep’s giant cock was going to have to somehow fit inside of him, and he just didn’t see how that was possible. 

    Shep pulled his fingers out, poking around Victor’s hole. “Mm… soft now.”

   “Shep, I can’t do this.” Victor shook his head. “Please, just let me fix you with my mouth. Please, you like that, don’t you?”

   “No.” Shep crawled on top of Victor, holding his hip tightly. “Fix now.”

   Victor cringed when he felt the cool head of Shep’s cock there at his hole. He was already sore from Shep’s fingers, and he whimpered miserably. The first push was weird, and he struggled against the feeling of being stretched so wide. It didn’t hurt, not yet, but he wanted it to stop.

   Shep spread Victor’s cheeks wide, groaning quietly as his thumbs traced around where they were now joined. “Victor… Beautiful.”

   Victor blushed miserably and hid his face back in the sheets. “Shep, please… no.”

   “Fix so good, Victor. You see.” Shep squeezed Victor’s cheeks and pushed forward.

   “Ah! Fuck!” Victor immediately shouted, trying desperately to get away from the sharp pain. He swore he was tearing, and it hurt so badly he couldn’t breathe. 

   “Fix,” Shep soothed as he rocked his hips slowly, working his big cock in with short little thrusts. “Mmm… yes… fix…”

   Clawing at the bed, Victor sobbed. The pain was horrible, and there was nothing he could do to make Shep stop. It was too much, and he was actually afraid that he was going to pass out. He groaned as Shep suddenly pulled out—oh, that was weird—and pushed back in, creating a new and unexpected pleasure.

   Shep thrusted again, and there was no way that was all of his cock. The pain was easing off at least. Victor found he didn’t hate the plunging feeling when he was empty and Shep would slide back in. It was still too intense, it throbbed, and tears ran down his face as he tried to breathe through each wave of sensation.

   He groaned when Shep forced himself in deeper and made him feel like he was going to break. Fuck, he was so full down there, and he couldn’t move at all without the ache intensifying. All he could do was lay there and take it, sobbing again when Shep gave him more of his cock. That had to be it, it just had to be, and he cried louder as Shep began to pump his cock in and out of his tight hole.

   “Yes, Victor… yes…” Shep leaned over him, his hips moving faster and faster, fucking Victor hard. Whatever patience Shep had was now lost, and he slammed into Victor’s body without any mercy.

   Victor spread his legs and tried to arch his back, anything to alleviate the brutal onslaught. It didn’t seem to help much, and he moaned as the quality of the thrusting shifted. It was still hard, but Shep was drawing back before he pushed in deep, rolling his hips and now hitting all sorts of delicious nerve endings hidden inside Victor’s body he didn’t even know he had. 

   “Victor…” Shep whispered his name like something sacred, and he growled as he pounded into Victor, hunching over him and nuzzling his shoulder.

   The closeness made Victor shiver, and this now felt like something truly intimate. The flashes of pain were few and far between, and Shep’s fat cock stretching out his hole was incredible. The pressure was making him pant and groan, and his own dick was throbbing beneath him where it was pinned against the bed. “Oh, God… Shep…”

   “Fix,” Shep said firmly. “Fix Victor…”

   “Yes… fuck…” Victor moaned again, and he couldn’t believe the noises coming out of him. He was hot and sweating, and the slap of their bodies colliding was a new and exciting sound. He couldn’t get enough of Shep’s fat cock now, and he felt a bubble of shame for liking it so much. He never wanted Shep to ever stop fucking him, and when he sobbed again, it was in bliss.

   “Victor,” Shep groaned urgently. “Come. Come now!”

   Victor was not prepared for what it would feel like when Shep came inside of him—much less had a moment to consider that he would be—and he gasped at the rush of heat so deep inside his hole. He could feel it gushing out around Shep’s cock as he kept thrusting, and Victor moaned desperately. “Shep, I want… I wanna come too. Please, Shep.”

   Shep growled, and he reached beneath Victor to grab his cock. “Mmm, wet.”

   “Come on!” Victor snapped.

   “Fix,” Shep promised breathlessly, stroking Victor with a practiced touch. “Fix now.”

   Victor rocked his hips, bouncing between Shep’s pumping fist and his fat cock still buried inside of him. It only took a few pulls of Shep’s skilled fingers before Victor was coming, making himself wail as he slammed back on Shep’s cock. He could feel himself clenching around his thick girth as he spilled in Shep’s hand, and he sobbed into the mattress as the rush overwhelmed him.

   His hole was aching, thudding distantly in time with his frantic pulse, and he was so full of come and cock that he was afraid to move. His lashes were wet with fresh tears when he blinked, and he sagged down into the bed with a soft whimper. 

   “Fix,” Shep whispered, settling against Victor’s back and being careful not to press with his full weight.

   “Yeah. You fixed me all right.” Victor closed his eyes, trying to take in the wild experience and process everything that had happened.

   God, he’d liked it…

   He’d liked it so much.

   Before Victor could even catch his breath, Shep was already asking, “Fix more? Yes?” 

   “Yes, Shep.”

   Shep grunted happily.

   “But after breakfast.”

 

~*~

 

   Spring had finally arrived, but Victor had already decided some time ago that he wasn’t going to leave Shep. He’d gotten quite attached to his monster and their fixing time, having found pleasures with him that he didn’t think any normal man could ever give him. Every relationship had its ups and downs, and theirs was no different. After everything they’d been through together, he couldn’t imagine being anywhere else.

   However…

   “Do you think we could go into town for something?” Victor asked.

   “What for?” Shep seemed puzzled.

   “I’d like to see my parents,” Victor replied as he looked over the flowers blooming around the graves outside. “I think I want to show them the garden. There’s a little spot over there by that big oak tree I think they’d love.”

   “Yes.” Shep grinned. “Think that’s very good idea.”

   “Thought you might.”

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13 Days of Monster F#cking: Volume One