Gay Hell

I sat in my cell for what felt like several days, waiting for something to happen. I started off hating Tony for what he did to me, sending me to this hell. Part of me hoped a portal would open again and I’d be pulled back into Tony’s room where I’d give him a heartfelt apology and promise to live my life advocating for gay rights. Another part wanted the portal to open so I could wrap my hands around that scrawny faggot’s neck and choke the ever-loving shit out of him.

And there was another part, too. A small part of me that I tried to keep buried, but I couldn’t ignore it. It was the part of me that kind of liked what Jafar had done to me.

I had spent a lot of time thinking about Jafar. His strong hands, his amazing tongue, and that orgasm he’d given me. Just thinking about him makes me grow hard. But it also disgusts me. I’m not gay. I love pussy. That’s what I keep telling myself.

Eventually, a part of the wall of my cell disappears, although this time in a different spot. A walker—I can’t tell if it’s the same one or a different one—comes in and waves for me to follow it, so I do. I’m once again led through a confusing set of hallways until we walk into the same hotel lobby and up to the beautiful woman in the silver dress.

“Do I need to remove my clothes?” I ask her. I don’t want to relive the column of fire that removed my clothing last time.

“No need,” she says. “Crispen will want you fully clothed.”

“Crispen?” I echo. “Not Jafar?”

“Not this time,” she says, sounding bored. “You get passed between a bunch of different demons. You’ll be in the same room, though, if that helps. Go sit on the bed and wait for Crispen.”

I follow the walker over to the same door I went into last time and start walking toward the bed. When the door slams behind me, I jump a little.

I barely sit on the bed when the door opens and two men—or rather, male demons—walk in. One of them is tall and black, but not like African American. His skin is pitch black, he’s bald, and he’s covered in white tribal tattoos. His eyes are solid pools of blood red.

The other demon is pure white, his eyes, hair, and skin. Both of them are wearing nothing but shorts. The black one is thick and muscular, while the white one is thinner, although toned muscles are scattered over his body.

It takes me a moment to realize if they’re both here, I’m probably going to have to service both of them.

“Looky here, Crispen,” says the white demon, smiling at me. “He’s waiting for us on the bed.”

“He looks perfect, Zax,” Crispen replies. He takes several steps toward me. Unlike with Jafar, I don’t scramble away. I know there’s no point. “Get up,” he orders.

Not really thinking about it, I obey, standing and closing the distance between us. Crispen begins to circle me as if he’s appraising me, which, I suppose he is. Zax just stands by the door, watching.

Crispen is directly behind me when I feel him grab my shirt by the back of the neck. I let out a sound of shock, but don’t say anything when the fabric rips and is pulled from my body. Crispen wraps his arms around me, squeezing as he pulls me closer to his body. One of his hands snakes up to my throat and he grips it painfully.

“Listen here, boy,” he growls, his mouth next to my ear. “You’re going to do everything I say and I mean everything. If you disobey me, if you do a bad job,” he pauses, and lets out a small sigh. When he continues, his voice has a silkiness to it that makes me shiver slightly in fear, "I’ll make you regret it. Now, move to the bed.”

I obey him, walking to stand near the bed. He puts his hand on my head and it’s so large, my head easily fits in his palm. He pushes me, bending me over until my hands rest against the bed, my ass jutting out.

“Pick one of those,” Crispen says to Zax. I know what’s in the room, and I have no idea what Zax is grabbing, but I hear him messing with something before walking over to Crispen.

“Oh yes,” Crispen says, “this will do nicely.”

Thwack!

I cry out in pain as a wooden paddle slams into my ass cheek. I’m grateful for my pants which cushioned some of the blow.

Thwack!

I cry out again, but although it hurts, I don’t think it’s too bad.

Thwack!

This time, my cry is more of a moan than anything else.

“Oooooo,” Zax says, “he likes it.” Zax comes around to the bed and climbs on, sitting in front of me. I look up at him even as another thwack sends a ripple of pleasure through me. Zax’s shorts are tented, his cock obviously hard. He notices me looking and rubs his cock as another thwack lands against my ass.

Zax pulls his shorts down, letting loose his rock-hard dick. It’s at least ten inches and, while it’s decently thick, it isn’t the absolute monster of a cock Jafar has. Zax walks on his knees toward me as another thwack makes me moan. My own cock is rock hard under my pants, but I don’t dare ask them to let me take them off.

“Let me see what that mouth can do,” Zax says, laying under me so his cock is below me. I hesitate.

Crispen grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls, bending me backward. My spine feels as though it’s about to snap in half as Crispen looks at me. He looks upside down in my perspective because of the angle I’m sitting.

“Do it,” he commands, “or else.”

I don’t say anything. I don’t try to nod. When Crispen lets me go, I slide my mouth over Zax’s cock. With a shove on the back of my head from Crispen, I take Zax’s entire cock straight down my throat. Before I have enough time to pull my head back, Crispen lets off a volley of spanks. Thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack!

It's all I can do to not bite down on Zax’s dick as I moan around it. I pull back, letting his cock slide out of my mouth before working my way down it again. I have never sucked cock like this in my life. In fact, it was only the second time, but I knew what I liked, and I thought Zax would too. I wasn’t wrong.

I found it easy to force my throat to open for Zax as I sucked his cock, taking it all the way into my throat until my nose was buried in his pubes. He gripped the bag of my head, shoving it somehow deeper into his crotch, my nose flattening against his pubic bone. I gagged, and tried to lift my head to breathe, but Zax growled and pushed me deeper into him as a thwack stung my ass again.

Finally, Zax let me go and I rushed to get his dick from my mouth. I gasped, breathing as deeply as I could. Behind me, Crispen snaps his fingers and chains spring out from under the bed, slink over the covers, and wrap around my wrists. Zax moves out of the way as the chains pull me down, flattening me against the bed. I feel one of them grab my pants and pull, ripping them in half and clean off my flesh, exposing my now bare ass to the room.

“This is going to be fun,” Crispen growls. I get the sense that he walks away from the bed. When he returns, I feel something tickle my ass. Somehow, I know it’s one of the tassel whips from the edge of the room. My insides clench with fear and anticipation.

Crack!

The whip cracks against my ass cheeks, burning both of them. I scream, having not expected it to hurt as much as it does.

Crack!

I try to pull away, it’s too much. It hurts too much! The chains tighten, pulling me closer into the bed, not letting me move a muscle.

Crack!

“Ahhh, fuck!” I scream. “Stop it! Fucking stop it!”

Crack!

I kick out with my right leg and catch one of them. I hear them drop to the ground. Judging by the sound, I’d say it was Zax. A moment later, I know I’m right when Zax is beside my head.

“You’re going to pay for that one,” he says. He grabs a fistful of my hair as Crispen snaps. More chains come up from under the bed and wrap around my thighs. They tighten, securing me firmly to the bed. Zax looks down at me, his expression full of malice. He has a wad of spit dangling on the edge of his lip. It falls, landing on my face.

I scream in agony as my skin sizzles, then heals instantly. His spit is fucking acidic. He isn’t done yet, though. He backhands me across the face, the smack reverberating throughout the room. I lay my head down, tears now streaming from my eyes.

Crack!

My cries sound pitiful now, and I’m full-on sobbing. I want to go home. I want to go home! I WANT TO GO HOME!!!

Crack!

“I think he’s had enough of his, Zax,” Crispen says. I hear the whip hit the ground far away from the bed. My ass is raw, the chilly air of the room stinking the flesh. I feel one of their hands—Crispen’s judging by the size—on either side of my hips. I know what’s coming, and I know I can’t stop it.

Crispen shoves his cock into my asshole dry. No lube, no spit. I bite down on the blanket, pulling as much of it into my mouth as possible. I grit my teeth so hard I’m worried they’re going to shatter as I scream into the blanket. Crispen pounds away at my ass, his incredible weight pushing me into the bed. I’m clenching my hands and pulling against the chains so hard, I feel the metal cutting into my skin.

It feels like I sit there, being taken by Crispen for at least half an hour. By this point, I’m relatively relaxed, my body beyond shock. I don’t even feel it anymore.

When Crispen cums, he pushes deeper into me, pushing my body deep into the bed. I feel his cum, hot as a sun-soaked stream fill my hole. He pulls out and Zax immediately shoves himself inside me. His isn’t so bad. It’s not as large as Crispen’s and now Crispen’s cum acts as lubricant. Crispen slides onto the bed in front of me, his cock inches from my face. It’s covered in cum and ass juice.

“Clean my cock off, bitch,” he growls at me.

I don’t resist. There’s no point. I slide my mouth over his cock, swallowing his cum and my ass juices. He moans in pleasure as his cock starts to deflate, but I know not to take it out of my mouth. I work my jaw back and forth, pleasuring him until he pulls himself out and rests against the pillows, watching Zax fuck me. As he pounds into my hole, Zax runs his fingernails against my back. I can’t tell if I’m bleeding, but I feel my skin rip and heal back instantly. The pain is dull, barely noticeable.

When Zax cums, his thrusts become erratic. He pulls out and shoots his load on my back, coating me in hot, thick cum.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here,” Zax says.

Before he leaves, Crispen gives me a gentle kiss on the cheek. Then, they’re both gone. The chains loosen and slink back under the bed.

I don’t move. I can’t. Everything feels numb. I feel broken. I sit there, staring at my wrist where I can see the indentations from the chains healing themselves, disappearing and becoming normal flesh.

When the door opens, I don’t look back. I’m sure it’s the walker, wanting to take me back to my room, but I don’t care.

Footsteps grow close and someone crouches in front of me.

A smirk sits on his face, full of pleasure at my misery. Seeing him makes me want to get up and punch him right in his faggot face. But there’s something more than shock holding me back.

“I wanted to check in on you,” Tony says. “It’s been twelve days, you know.”

Twelve days?! I try to struggle, to pull myself up and his Tony square in his jaw, but I’m completely frozen. It’s the same thing that held me in place before the portal opened.

“Your mother is worried sick,” Tony says in mock sadness. “They’ve had a manhunt going out for you for a while now. She was so sad to hear you’d gotten upset and stormed out of my house.”

I want to glare at him, but I can’t make the muscles in my face move. I can only move my eyes themselves. I stare at him, hoping to convey the pit of loathing I feel for him.

“’We need to find him,’” he says, mocking my mother’s voice. “’He’s my baby and he’s out there all alone.’” He laughs, turning my stomach.

“Too bad she’ll never find you,” he says. “You’re going to spend the rest of eternity here, long after your psyche has broken and you’re begging to die.” Tony leans in closer to me and I can see the truth of it in his eyes. I don’t know if it’s solely his decision on whether I leave here or not, but he doesn’t want me to. “Enjoy your time in gay hell.” He spits on my face then laughs before walking away.

When the door closes, I feel my muscles unfreeze. I wipe Tony’s spit from my face and pull the blanket up from the bed. I wrap it around myself, up over my head and lay in the middle of the bed in the fetal position.

Wracking sobs overtake my body and I scream louder and harder than I’ve ever screamed before until it feels like my throat is going to rip.