Halloween Erotica: A Beast and His Monster Part 2

The Melding of Henry and the Monster

It was with great inquisitiveness and concern that led Henry to inquire further regarding Victor’s experiments. “I want to show you what I’ve been working on” were Victor’s hushed words as the two men finished dressing, now bonded by that special connection between two men rarely, if ever, spoken of in polite society. With a quieting finger to Henry’s lips, Victor bade him to follow down from the roof and back to their shared quarters. “My friend, my loving closest friend, tomorrow after we break fast, I shall take you to a secret place which has for the past months been the home of my most intensive, thought-provoking and troubling research. No, say not a word. Sleep on the remembrance of our coupling on the roof and tomorrow I shall reveal all.”

Henry slept a troubling slumber. The feeling of Victor’s hands on his body, of his member, hard and pulsating in his mouth as it discharged its milky fluid, still lingered in his brain and on his lips. But the revelation of a secret experiment, of hidden work,  what could it all mean? And how could he have kept anything from him, his closest confidant? Tomorrow, answers shall be illuminated.

The two friends rose and ate quickly whereby, having no classes to attend that day, hurried across the city by hansom cab to a dark, foreboding building on the small street Aloisiweg, which ran between the Schutter River and Friedhof Ingolstadt, a cemetery of little renown. The dark wooded area in which the cemetery sat was formidable, if only for its broken condition, forlorn and lonely. It seemed enveloped in perpetual darkness and gloom, and the sound of running water from the nearby river only added to the grey mood. 

Henry shivered as he looked upon the building. Nondescript at best, it sat hulking and forgotten in the middle of the street, displaying a disagreeable temper despite the plentiful sunshine. He looked to his friend in dismay. 

“Come,” Victor stated cheerily, with the excitement of a child barely withholding a secret. “Let me show you my wonders.” 

“You’ve already shown me your wonders, Victor. Last night on the roof.” 

“Oh, my dear, I have such sights to show you!”

And with that Victor unlocked the heavy door with a large key he’d produced from his pocket and pushed the creaking door inward, and they were quickly sucked into the dark and gloom.

Henry did his best to follow closely behind his friend as they made their way with the aid of candlelight across the great hall and up rounded stone stairs which led to the upper rooms above. There, Victor crossed to the end of the hall, festooned with faded portraits and threadbare tapestries which covered large, dusty windows on both ends. He produced from the ceiling a hidden set of stairs drawn down with the help of an iron poker. Climbing the stair, Henry’s anxiety rose as the cold stench of decay met his nose, the chilled and fetid air of the attic almost driving him back down and away. He turned, and Victor grabbed hold of his arm. “Henry! I have someone I want you to meet.”

Utterly confounded, Henry’s eyes adjusted to the dim, and when fully able to take in his surroundings, beheld a vast array of tables, shelves, and floor space all adorned with a variety of scientific equipment. Beakers, wires, jars containing indescribable, once-living horrors, large banks of what looked like electrical equipment used for God only knew what…and in the midst of this mad detritus, a long table with a lone figure. 

The man, if that’s what it was, was approximately eight feet in length, whose limbs and parts were covered in a map of scars and stitching, each part seemingly sewn on to the irregularly shaped torso. Even its neck had a row of stitching running the circumference around, and what looked like two metal prongs protruded from either side of its neck. It was fully exposed, and Henry noticed that its genitalia, large in girth and longer than he’d ever imagined a man could contain, was intact, though also stitched on as if from a different source than the other parts. It’s testicles were held in a sack of skin so large it laid easily and fully resting on the table between its massive thighs. Most interestingly, the thing’s member was fully erect. Fascinated, Henry took a couple of steps forward, drawn toward the beacon made by the great flesh. By his quick estimation, the penis was at least thirteen inches in length, and wide enough that he knew from whence he stood that he’d not be able to wrap his hand completely around. Staring, taking in the entirety of what he was gazing upon, he estimated that, though horrific and in clear defiance of God that this was before him, it wasn’t without its estimable qualities. Though dead, for he had already come to the conclusion that this was indeed a dead thing on the table, the face must have been at one time quite handsome in its simian way. It had broad facial features, a prominent wide brow and matching nose and jaw. Its chest was equally broad and well defined, as were it’s long and muscular limbs. The men who supplied the parts for this creature couldn’t have been dead for more than a few days before they’d been exhumed and carried here. 

The whole of the thing was bound with several thick, wide leather straps, starting from the neck, and spaced several inches down the length of the body, ending in the clasping of the feet. Henry found himself shockingly aroused suddenly by this large bound thing, and this thought disturbed him more than any that had come before since entering this place. “How can I be aroused by this?” he thought. Something regarding the straps gave him pause. The flesh, bound tight, incapable of movement save for the impressively erect member, stirred something deep in Henry. It was lust…and it was fear. For the question that arose in his mind quickly rose like gorge.

“Why is he strapped down, incapable of movement? Victor?”

And that’s when it opened its eyes. With a yell, Henry moved quickly away from the undead creature as Victor stepped to intervene and calm his friend.

“Henry, be still. I will explain to you in detail the extent of my work and experiments that led me to the creature you see before you at a later time. I will share with you all my research, but know this one thing now. You are safe.” And taking his friend’s face in his hands, he repeated those words. “You are safe.” As Victor gave Henry a reassuring kiss, Henry relaxed into his trust. Looking at the creature behind Victor, Henry could discern its eyes on them. Leading Henry by the hand to the side of the table, Victor placed a hand on the creature’s chest, and the creature gave no indication of displeasure. To his shock and horror, Henry watched Victor slide his hand down the torso, coming to rest on the creature’s member. The erect staff seemed to twinge and pulse in response to the touch, and what seemed like a sigh from the thing, though where the breath originated from he couldn’t say, was heard by Henry. 

“Last night, I learned that you are as I. Our coupling proved to me that we are of one sexual mind. And as we are both scientists, we crave knowledge. I have created life. The instruments that surround you served that sole function, my only goal as I entered my studies since I learned of the death of my dear mother. I HAVE CREATED LIFE! It breathes, it responds, and it moves. And as you can see, it has a sexual response. And for that, I need further research. It needs a will to live, and for many, that will lies in procreation and a need to spread its seed. I need to see if this desire is retained still in the parts of this creature.”

“The cemetery, that’s why you chose this place. It approximation to the cemetery.” 

“Yes, friend. From my window I could see the burials taking place, and for a small fee and some physical affection given discretely to the undertaker, I was allowed access to the morgue and the graves.”

“Physical affection? So I am not the first man which has enjoyed your attention?”

“I am sorry, no Henry. Nor do I want myself to be the only man you know.”

“What do you mean?”

“Your lustful attraction to my cock and my seed last night showed me that you are the one I need to finish my experiments. I cannot, for I am a steed, shall we say, when it comes to fornication. I need a mare.”

The whole complexity of what Victor was saying settled on Henry with disturbing ease. He wanted him to lay with the creature, to bring forth a sexual compulsion innate to all living things. To prove that it was actually living. Breath and movement were not enough to prove sentience. It needed to display understanding, and drive. Henry remembered the rapturous joy with which he took Victor’s erection in his mouth, and swallowed his milk. He also remembered thinking as he fell asleep last night what it might feel like to be mounted by Victor, as he had seen the animals mount each other on the farms in his home village. He glanced nervously at the creature as Victor laid a hand on his shoulder, waiting for some indication that he understood. With that touch, the love for Victor overshadowed everything. He wanted to give his friend what he needed to succeed. And so he relented.

Moving to the table, Henry placed a shaking hand on the creature’s erection. True to his previous thoughts, he was not able to wrap his hand completely around. He let his fist close as best it could around it, sliding it up and down its length. He could feel the creature’s muscle move gently beneath his touch, and he looked over to see the broad chest rising and falling with increasing breathes. Henry looked to Victor who nodded to him with encouragement, and he bent over the penis, its incredible size fearful to him, and placed his open mouth on the flaring head. He took in as much as he could, and quickly acclimated as best he could his tongue and throat to the invasion by so much hard flesh. Coming off of it for a breath, he continued after a moment to push his head deeper onto the engorged pole, his beard enveloping its girth as he worked up and down on the creature. With a hand he grabbed the base of the shaft, letting the creature feel his entire member encased in his hand and wet sucking mouth, while he commenced to fondling the heavy testicle with his other. As his fear and anxiety subsided, his unnatural desire grew along with the small physical responses of the thing below him. Glancing over again once more at Victor, he could see his friend was rubbing his own erect member though his garbs. “He’s enjoying watching me!” thought Henry. This drove his lust further, and Victor to his side. 

Victor placed a hand on Henry’s head, and as his friend lowered himself again onto the cock, he gripped the back of his neck and held it in place. A new fear gripped Henry as the breath left his body, and unable to move, pinned in place as he was, his arms flailed and he sputtered and choked, his throat constricting around the immense thickness. “It’s alright, Henry. Calm down. I’ll let you up. But first, open your throat a bit more. Relax. Relax your tongue. Yes, that’s it, relax your throat and take more in. You know you want more. You want to feel the length of it filling your mouth, and beyond.” Henry listened to the whispers in his ear, and relented. He breathed as best he could through his nose, the sound a high-pitched wheezing in short violent bursts. He let his upper body be still as he forced his throat to open wider, and the hard flesh slipped in further. Held there in place, he put full trust in his friend, and he went even further until he felt his vision go black with sparks of light exploding in front of him, his breath now nonexistent, his eyes two watery puddles. He heaved forward, the last of his breath attempting impossible escape, and the whole of his upper body lurched as his body naturally strove to retch. Victor released his hold and Henry was freed to fall back as he desperately gasped for cool, enriching air that filled his lungs. He wiped his tears; the spittle from his mouth and nose cleaned by Victor’s kerchief.

“I want some more.”

“And so you shall.”

Having thrown all caution to the wind, Henry fully disrobed, exposing all of his nakedness before Victor and the creature. Victor smiled with hearty admiration at Henry’s compact and muscular form, with its hair covering his front, legs and arms, and extending somewhat to his shoulders and back. His own genitalia, Victor was happy to see, was of average thickness, but several inches long while flaccid, hanging over a well-formed fuzzy sack containing what looked like two small eggs. “Henry, you do surprise and delight me. Now, get up on this table.”

Victor retrieved a jar of cooking grease he’d placed earlier in preparation. Having seen cattle growers prepare their heifers for mating and birthing, Victor had an idea of what Henry might require. He scooped a handful of the stuff and spread it on the creatures flesh. He scooped another handful and spread it into Henry’s hairy backside, his cheeks dark with fuzz and smeared plentifully with the lubricant. Henry moved his legs to straddle the creature’s cock as Victor stood on the table over the creature’s torso, his hands holding onto Henry as Henry began to sit down on the flesh beneath him. Steadying himself with Victor’s hands, the head of the creature pressed insistently against his tight puckering hole. Invasion seemed impossible, when Victor released his grip just slightly allowing Henry to fall back a few inches, he was impaled slightly on the hardness below. 

He erupted with a roar as flames of searing pain shot through his system, his grimacing face never leaving Victor’s eyes. He steadied himself, but remained still. When the worst of the sensation had subsided, he rose himself an inch on his sturdy haunches, and lowered himself two. He rose, and lowered, and repeated this motion until he felt his muscles resign to the pressure and release onto the hard shaft. Moving his upper body forward, he placed his hands on the creature’s chest. Glancing into the dead eyes that were trained on him, he felt a shudder move through him, but also a deep connection. The eyes bore into his…and he felt the creature’s hips move beneath him. 

“Victor, he moved!”

“Yes, I see that!”

Henry sat back, his hole engulfing a few more inches of the steed as the creature raised himself slightly to meet the movement. In this manner, the two males joined together as one, with Henry allowing more and more of the stiff cock to enter his backside while the creature rose to meet Henry’s downward motion. Henry became enraptured, swept away by the sensation of being useful, of being filled, of being needed by Victor, and of coupling with the creature. Last night he thought Victor would be the man to take his full virginity, but with his confidant here, standing above him, assisting him, he believed that it was Victor who truly was in possession of his heart and flesh. 

Victor was incapable of standing idly by as he watched Henry impaling himself on his creation’s hardness. The view of them both bucking in this manner beneath him swelled his own cock to its fulness, and he worked the buttons of his trousers to release it. Henry saw the source of his passion before him and took it quickly into his mouth, sucking the length of it down his raw, well-opened throat. Memories of the previous night flooded his brain and he gulped the erection completely as he rocked back and forth on the impossibly large stiff prick between his thighs. He was impaled on both ends, and the three forms moved in lusty unison, with Victor pumping furiously into Henry’s face as he watched his paramour’s round, firm, hirsute buttocks overwhelmed by the creature’s sex.

A small creaking was all that was heard before the table gave way beneath them. Sturdy as it was, comprised of rough-hewn forest wood, the structure could not withstand the weight of the three figured coupled with the movement under which it suffered. Henry experienced indescribable searing pain for a brief moment as his full weight came down on top of the creature’s hips, driving the complete length and thickness of the creatures cock deep into him like a hammer blow. He was thrown to one side, his hole violently ripped off the cock. Victor fell to the other side and was knocked unconscious as his head hit the floor with  resounding crack. The leather straps holding the creature in place weren’t as tightly fitted as Victor had believed, and with the jarring crash, the straps and splintered wood gave way as the creature slowly rose from the rubble of men and wood to stand solemnly at his full height.

Freed from his bonds, he looked with somber eyes at the space around him, and spied Henry’s motionless form at his feet. Bending over, he easily picked the man up and, eyeing the large stone window opening, walked shakily to its ledge. He could see the wooded cemetery to his right, and the river in the distance to his left. He enjoyed this first vision of his, as this was the first thing he’d seen since his creation several weeks prior. And he enjoyed the pleasurable sensation that this thing in his arms gave him down below.

Resting Henry’s still form against the wide window sill, the creature moved him so that the man’s back was facing him. He wanted Henry to see the same beautiful view he saw. Something deep and innate within him wanted to share beauty. But something deep and inate was also angry. For the creature wasn’t a simple dumb animal, incapable of speech and though. Left alone for days at a time, it came to the realization that it was remembering, Its brain was functioning. Its speech was returning, though he hadn’t given Victor any indication as such. And its need for sex was hungry and virulent. But mostly it was angry, for in the reflection of the equipment that surrounded him, he saw himself, and he saw what the world would see. For this, he believed, his creator would be punished.

As Victor’s eyes flickered open, he discerned sound coming from the window across the room. And there he witnessed a most enticing sight. Henry, having awaked, was being violently violated by the creature. It had its hands on Henry’s wide shoulder and hip as it aggressively thrust its cock deeper than ever before into the man’s cavity. Henry was able to open his cavity up to the creature fully, completely, and he was enraptured as waves of joyous pain flooded through him, consuming him. Like a rutting lion, it took Henry’s hole as its prey’s head lolled back and forth in ecstatic pleasure. Pushing himself back from the window into the creature’s groin, the overcome Henry accepted the creature’s cock impossibly deeper inside him with loud, proud gasps of manly gratification. 

“What…?” stammered Victor, and the two conjoined figures, hearing their friend and maker, both turned to face him. “Oh Victor…it’s wonderful! Thank you for this gift!”

And with those words, the creature let out a roar as the whole of his powerful frame went tensely rigid. His hips gave one final crushing thrust forward into Henry as his groin erupted and spewed forth the boiling milky seed deep into Henry’s bowels. The man’s head rolled back to rest into the creature’s chest, an openmouthed, unbelieving, last and final smile gaping across his face. Victor smiled back, proud of his creation. For a creation it truly must be. and if that is so, then a god must he be.

And with that descending thought, Victor watched as the Monster, eyes fixed on his maker, took Henry’s grinning head in both hands and wrenched it violently around in almost a completely circle. Henry’s smile faded as the muscles tensed, then relaxed. It held Henry for a brief moment, its poisonous pleasure subsiding as it burned a gaze into Victor who sat motionless and horror stricken, incapable of turning away.

“You have only your repugnant conceit to blame” the Monster growled, and it released Henry’s body through the open window. “Now…I want some more.”

Victor's Monster followed Henry through that same window, leaving him to his shattered heart, and his endless screaming.

To be concluded.