Gay Hell

Jafar’s tongue slides back into his head as I scramble to sit up. I know he’s already seen my naked body considering I was laying on my back not two seconds ago. Even still, I place both of my hands over my cock and hide myself from him. We stay in place for several moments, neither of us moving.

Jafar starts stalking forward, making me scramble backwards on the bed until I’m against the wall.

“Oh, baby,” he says, sitting at the bottom of the bed, “there’s no need to be afraid. Why don’t I get you a little something to calm your nerves?” He doesn’t wait for my response. When he snaps his fingers, a silver tray with a fifth of tequila and two shot glasses appears before me.

“M-maybe,” I say hopefully, “I’d be more comfortable if I had more clothes.”

“I’m sorry, baby. No can do. Here, maybe this will make you more comfortable.” He stands up and snaps his fingers again. His pants disappear, and a gigantic horse cock swings free, no longer restricted of his pants. Even soft, it’s at least ten inches and extremely thick. He sits back down and drapes it across his thigh.

I definitely don’t feel more comfortable.

I grab the tequila and pour myself a shot. As I raise the shot glass to my lips, I take a glance at his face. Although his eyes are nothing more than dark pools of black, I can tell he’s looking at my dick by the slight half-moon of white that appears at the top of his eye. I down the shot with a gulp and a sour face, then do it again twice more. It only takes a few moments for me to start feeling it.

“When do I get to go home?” I ask Jafar, already sure I know what the answer will be. I don’t bother covering myself again—there’s no real point—but I don’t look up at him again either.

“Oh, baby,” he says. His tone gives me the answer before he says it. “You’re not going home. This is your home now.”

“W-what’s going to—” I gulp, “—happen to me?”

“You’ll spend out eternity servicing us demons.” I look up to see he’s still staring at me, right at my cock, and he’s petting his dick like it’s a pet cat. “Here’s a bit of advice: don’t fight it.”

Then he pounces. I grab the bottle and smash it against his face, but he growls in pleasure. He grabs me and flips me onto my stomach. I can’t see what he’s doing, but he’s somehow able to hold me down, both his hands on my shoulders, although I can feel his face by my ass. I know it’s his face because he’s kissing my ass cheeks and running his tongue over the skin.

“You taste so good,” he growls. His voice sends a cold shiver down my spine. I feel his tongue slide up and down my crack, first in wide sweeping motions, then slowing until he’s just circling around my asshole.

“Get off of me, you faggot!” I roar.

He stops for a moment.

“That’s going to cost you,” he says. I feel a hand wrap around my neck and he flips me over like I’m a rag doll. His rock hard cock is now inches from my face. It’s at least fifteen inches long. Before I can protest, he shoves it into my mouth and down my throat. I feel my jaw literally shatter, the ligaments and muscles ripped apart. My mouth fills with blood, acting as a lubricant as he fucks my throat.

I can’t move anything. I’m just stuck as his balls slap against my face repeatedly. I’m choking, unable to breath. As he thrusts into my throat, I feel the bones in my jaw grinding together. I scream against his flesh, but it only seems to excite him as he purrs in delight. I’m lying here, unable to move while his sack beats an unholy tattoo against my forehead, his thick cock sliding in and out of my mouth. The edges of my vision goes dark and the darkness starts to creep inward. Just when I think I’m going to pass out, he pulls out and my jaw closes. I feel the bones heal instantly. I’m gasping, tears running down my face. I’m in so much shock, I don’t even notice him flipping me over until his face is in between my ass cheeks and his ten-inch tongue slithers into my hole without warning.

It burns as it slides past my tightening sphincter. It feels as if his jaw has unhinged and pressed flush against my ass cheeks. He bites into the flesh as his tongue forces its way deeper and deeper into my ass. I cry it out in a pain as his tongue expands, swelling and stretching my hole.

He pauses for only a moment before moving his hands down to the sides of my hips. Then, his tongue begins to slide in and out of my hole. I straighten my back, trying to pull my ass away from him, but it’s no use. His hands are tight on my sides and his teeth have sunken into my flesh. Every time I try to pull away, his teeth dig in deeper as his tongue slides in and out of my hole. As his tongue slides over my prostate, tiny ripples of pleasure that I do not want radiate over my body. I feel blood rush into my cock and it starts to swell up.

It's just a reaction of the prostate, I tell myself. I’m not enjoying this.

With a squelching sound, Jafar removes his teeth from my ass and pulls back, sliding his tongue out slowly. I fall sideways onto the bed and grip my ass. It no longer hurts and I realize it stopped hurting only moments after Jafar’s tongue had first slid into it. I feel for teeth marks, but there are none.

I look over my shoulder at him to see his tongue is slimy and wet with saliva and ass juices. He lunges at me again and somehow pulls me up while sliding under me. Our cocks are rubbing together and his hand is under my chin. His tongue slides over my lips and before I can stop him, he slides it into my mouth and down my throat. I choke slightly as my gag reflex rejects the slimy intruder, but I don’t hate the taste until I realize it’s my own ass juices I’m tasting. His lips close over mine and we’re kissing. It’s not until we’ve sat there for several minutes that I noticed I’m kissing him back.

It must be from his tongue massaging my prostate, that’s all, but I’m horny as fuck now. Our cocks are both dripping precum as we grind on each other, our tongues sliding over each other’s. Jaafar’s hands slide to my ass cheeks and he pulls me up, positioning me above his cock.

He doesn’t go slow. He slams my ass down onto him, sending all fifteen inches of his cock up into my stomach. I scream in agony, his tongue still writhing in my mouth, but he doesn’t care. In one quick motion, he flips me over onto my back and starts pounding away at my ass, sliding several inches of his long thick cock out before slamming it back into me. Each time he slams back into me, I groan, causing my cries of both pain and pleasure to time with the slapping of his balls against my skin.

He pulls his tongue out of my mouth and slides it down to my throat. It wraps around my neck, squeezing just enough to cause me to be light headed.

“Oh, fuck yes,” I moan without meaning to. I was beginning to enjoy this.

Eventually, Jafar pulls back, but doesn’t exit my hole. He pulls one of my legs up to rest on his shoulder, the other goes in between his legs. He starts fucking me again, harder this time, an intense look on his face. His tongue slides out of his mouth becoming impossibly long and wraps around my cock. It starts to swirl and undulate, running over the 7 inch uncut meat between my legs.

I don’t know when it happened, but I realized I’m in pure ecstasy. Jafar could fuck me like this for the rest of eternity and I’d beg him to never stop. But it doesn’t last much longer. With a groan, I feel my balls tighten and my load shoots all over his tongue. Seemingly egged on by this, Jafar pulls my head into his, his cock still pounding into me. His tongue, coated by my cum slides into my mouth, coating the space with my seed. His thrusts become erratic and he shoots inside me. There’s so much cum, I feel it fill my hole and spurt out around his cock. He lays himself back on the bed, his cock dripping with ass juice and cum.

I don’t need him to ask me. I crawl forward and send his cock down my throat, licking and sucking up all the ass juice and cum there. I swallow it all, reveling in how fucking nasty it is.

Then I sit back, realizing what I’ve done. A wave of horrible shame crashes over me, making me sick to my stomach.

“That’s a good boy,” Jafar says. “We’ll make a proper slave of you soon enough. Now get out of here. The walker will take you back to your cell.”

The door to the room opens and I see the walker standing outside. As I approach, I look at the skin stretched blankly over what should be a face. Though he has no expression, I get the feeling he’s judging me. For what I did the in the room with Jafar? For hating gay people? For hating gay people even though I loved what Jafar did to me?

I follow the walker to my cell and when I step inside, I find a bed, a mirror, and a dresser full of clothes. I get dressed and sit on the bed. Due to the position of the mirror on the opposite wall, I can see myself sitting huddled in a corner of the bed. I look at myself, feeling disgusted with who I am. But which version of me? The version of me that wrote Die fagots on the wall of my school or the me that liked what Jafar did to me?

Then I feel tears swell in my eyes as I realize I’m probably never going home. I’m never going to see my mother again.