Castle of the beast. Beast (aka Prince Adam) is lying on the
edge of a supporting beam, having been knocked around by
the popular hunter Gaston. Despite its huge size, it has been
knocked around like a ragdoll. Yes, the impressively muscular
charming hunter was strong enough to treat that hairy body
that weighs at least 180 kilograms as a soccer ball!
Of course, Beast's indifference helps too. It kinda prefers dying
now than having to live without Belle. Those few months it
spent with her were the best of its life. During those months,
it felt more human than at any time it still had its human form.
Just for meeting Belle, it was worth going through everything
it did since the day that damned fairy cast the curse on it, even
if it is fully aware that a woman (let alone a woman like Belle)
could never love a creature like itself. How did it even hope for
that in the first place? Whom was it kidding?
Meanwhile, Gaston is approaching, wielding a makeshift club.
Heh, so easy. Disappointingly so, he should say. He's not
above resorting to cheap tricks, sneak attacks and backstabbing
when necessary, but still he hoped that would have been more
of a fight. For a moment, he catches himself feeling pity for that
defenseless, miserable creature he is about to finish off.
No, no, what is he thinking? What would his dad say if he was
here? No matter how many flaws he had, his old man was the
one who turned him into the idol he is today. He was the one
who disciplined him into a tough workout routine since he was
a child, which earned him his well built physique. He was the
one who taught him how to treat women. He was the one that
lifted his stupid emotional inhibitions he had as a child and as
an early teen.
Gaston unintentionally recalls the time his father took him to a
local brothel to have him initiated...
-'As you can see, our 'shop' has a great selection. May your son
choose what pleases him' the brothel's madam, a wrinkled, hideous
lady says as she introduces the prostitutes that enter the main
hall.
-'Yikes'
This is all the 12 year old Gaston can think of when he sees them.
Nothing like the sweet girl that comes to his dreams sometimes,
the fairytale princess he hasn't met in real life yet, but hopes to
meet someday.
One of them has a juicy, curvy body, black hair and spanish skin.
Her boobs are unnaturally large and jiggle like monsters ready to
attack the poor boy. Another one is blonde but looks more like a
transgender. What a freak! Another one is red head, with a face
that looks ridiculous because of excessive make up. To make a
long story short, all of them are the mediocrities you expect cheap
hookers to be.
-'I'll pick up one for my son' the impatient father finally says, seeing
Gaston will never make up his mind.
-'Dad, I told you, I want to fall in love first' Gaston whispers.
-'NONSENSE' the adult man roars. 'Either you are a man or a sissy.
If you wanna be a faggot, so be it, but you will get the hell outta
my house and find your own place to stay. GOT IT?'
Gaston gulps, realizing he has no choice.
Anyway, back to the present, Gaston buries this memory deep
into his mind again. Let's get it over with. He raises the club
and lowers it with all his awesome strength onto Beast's head.
-'BEAST, NO' a scream is heard.
It's Belle and her old man, that annoying Maurice guy. Well, too
late! Gaston's rival is now dead. By the time Belle has entered
the tower, climbed up the stairs and reached the top, all that is
left of Beast is a hairy corpse with a pool of blood around its
ugly head.
Belle kneels next to her love interest and bursts into tears. She
hugs the hairy head.
-'No no no, please, wake up' she desperately begs, as if this
can make Beast's soul return to the hideous body. 'I'll do anything
you want. I'll be your wife. Your loyal wife. Now and forever. I
LOVE YOU!'
Well, now that Beast is dead, all the 'I love you's in the world
cannot bring it back! Gaston smirks in a sickening way. He is
smart enough to know that Belle will never marry him after that.
Well, who cares? He got back at her for humiliating him, killed
his rival and, from now on, he will be a hero in the eyes of those
dimwit villagers. Now that his pride and reputation are restored,
who needs that stubborn girl?
-'YOU ARE A MONSTER' Maurice yells and brainlessly attacks
him in his rage.
Of course, he stands no chance against the young, sturdy
hunter.
-'ZIP IT, OLD MAN' Gaston yells and shoves him away.
Next, leaving out there his former love interest crying and her
father yelling curses, he returns to the inside of the castle.
Now, to tell a good story to the villagers...
Gaston takes out his knife and cuts himself here and there! He
guesses he will look more heroic if he makes it look like he
killed Beast after an epic fight during which he was 'injured'.
Gaston wakes up in the room Beast used to sleep at. It's been
months since he killed that shit. After that, he expectedly earned
a reputation as a hero. The rumors even reached the palace
and the king decided to bestow on 'the brave man who had
killed the evil monster' not only the village but the whole province.
Alas, Gaston was awarded the title of duke and inhabited the
tower Beast had used to live at. The human possessed objects
(which remained such, since the curse was never broken) refused
to serve that bastard and left the castle, moving to Belle's and
Maurice's cottage. Good riddance, who needs them? Every
day is wonderful now in this castle, with countless of hot chicks.
Every woman barring Belle considers it an honor to live with
'the greatest hero France has ever witnessed'. None of those
bimbos demands marriage or commitments. None of those
bimbos ever talks back to the duke. He can screw any of them
whenever he feels like it.
Well, back to the story, after waking up, Duke Gaston stretches
and looks at the two nude women sleeping on his sides.
Unimpressed, he gets up, dresses and goes to the living room.
He does not feel himself during the last days. Maybe too many
comforts turned out to be bad for him. After all, he's a man of
action. He kinda misses the old days, when he would go to the
woods to hunt, when not everything was already prepared for
him. When he would hang out with his old friends, like Lefou
(since he became a duke, he considers it belitting to hang out
with peasants).
Wow! Gaston is surprised he misses that shrimp. He only now
realizes those two shared something special. Laughing at his
thoughts, he looks at himself in the mirror.
-'Well, your excellence' he talks to himself. 'What would your
old man say about that sentimentality that got into you all
of sudden?'
Darn. That question brings back one of his most hurtful memories.
Something he wishes he had never recalled again...
As if he's a ragdoll, the 13 year old Gaston is tossed on the bed
by his dad.
-'You keep disappoint me, you little snot' the adult man says with
contempt.
-'Calm down, dad' the terrified boy tries. 'I only told you that maybe,
there is a slight chance, our life would be happier if you went easier
on mom from time to time...'
His father sighs:
-'I thought I had taught you what being a man means. But, if you
want to be a faggot...'
And, lowering his pants and underpants, he continues:
-'... I'll treat you as such!'
-'D... dad, what are you doing?'
The adult man locks the door, lowers the boy's pants as well and
shoves his dick into the teen ass! Gosh, it does hurt! But Gaston
is too scared to even scream in pain!
-'Quit crying' Gaston's dad says to his son, who is still naked on
bed while the adult man is casually dressing. 'Once you become a
man, I'll start treating you as a man. As long as you remain a
faggot, I'll keep treating you as a faggot'.
Before exiting the room, he approaches the boy once more, leans
towards him and says:
-'I'm only doing this for your own good, boy. Mind it hurts me more
than it hurts you. Now quit crying before I have to teach you another
painful lesson!'
Gaston wipes his tears and nods.
-'Rot in Hell, old man' Gaston whispers with hatred, hoping that
his old man is in Hell indeed right now.
Wait a minute, is he about to cry again? No, of course not! Men
do not cry. Gaston is a man now. His father is no more. Nobody
has to ever know about that incident, which would ruin his
reputation.
Now he is the mighty hero and duke Gaston! Nobody can touch
him against his will! Now he is in control of his life, as well as in
control of everyone else's life.
Yes, that's the right way to think! No need for regrets or remorse.
It's not his fault if the world is the shitty place that forced him
to kill anything emotional in him. Everybody is insensitive in this
world, he just had to follow, or else he would have been eaten
alive.
Even that supposed good fairy that turned the former prince
into a beast was no better (the human possessed objects told
him the story before abandoning the castle). I mean, if she had
a problem with Prince Adam, she could have just taken it out to
him, right? There was no need to tangle all the servants of the
castle into that curse.
-'Never forget how awesome you are' he says to his reflection
in the mirror and winks.
He admires his reflection some more. Then, he starts slowly
taking off his clothes... while jacking off. Finally, he is left nude!
-'Boy, I'm the most beautiful thing I've ever seen' he says.
He keeps jacking off looking at his nude reflection until a huge
load of cum is splattered all over the full length mirror!
With a sigh, he starts dressing. That moment, three of the castle's
bimbos enter.
-'Hey, your excellence, zup?' one of them, a blonde dumbhead
asks.
Gaston rolls his eyes.
-'I decided to go hunting today' he replies. 'I feel I've gotten
rusty, I need some action and...'
He pauses, feeling stupid for giving such detailed explanations
to those female meatbags.
-'So, you'll leave us alone?' another bimbo, one with pink hair (!)
gives him a 'puppy eyes' look.
-'Well, till I get back, lick this mirror clean' he imperatively shows
them the full of cum mirror glass.
-'I'll do it' one of the bimbos says.
-'No no, I'll do it. My tongue is really absorbent!' the second one
says.
-'Step back bitches. I'll do it' the third one says.
The three girls attack each other and start a catfight over which
of them will lick the cum off the mirror! Gaston rolls his eyes once
more at their incredible stupidity and exits the chamber.
