(Preface)(Do not own original story or characters.)

Once upon a time, in a faraway land, a young Prince lived in a shining castle. Although he had everything his heart desired, the Prince was spoiled, selfish, and unkind.

One winter's night, an old beggar woman came to the castle and offered him a single rose in return for shelter from the bitter cold.

Repulsed by her haggard appearance, the Prince sneered at the gift, and turned the old woman away.

However, she warned him to not be deceived by appearances, for beauty is found within. And when he dismissed her again, the old woman's ugliness melted away to show a beautiful enchantress.

The Prince tried to apologize, but it was too late, for she had seen that there was no love in his heart. And as punishment, she transformed him into a hideous Beast, and placed a powerful spell on the castle,

and all who lived there.

Ashamed of his monstrous form, the Beast concealed himself inside his castle, with a magic mirror as his only window to the outside world.

The rose she had offered, was truly and enchanted rose, which would bloom for many years. If he could learn to love another, and earn their love in return by the time the last petal fell, then the spell would be broken.

If not, he would be doomed to stay a Beast for all time.

As the years passed he fell into despair, and lost all hope, for who could ever learn to love... a Beast?

(Ch 1)

Beall was a smart young man of 19. His name was given to him by his dying mother and his father decided to keep it. It suited him. He was a handsome young man, with shoulder length golden brown hair tied back with a blue ribbon in a bow at the base of his neck. His bright golden brown eyes showed innocence a lot of the time. His demeanor was optimistic and he always saw the good in people. He thought about what book he was going to get as he walked into the little town near by.

He looked almost like a woman if it weren't for some slight masculine differences. He had high cheek bones, with a petite nose, full powder pink lips, his face had a slight masculine jaw line, and his shoulders were wide. He sometimes wished he looked more manly, but then he would not be the odd boy of the town. He sighed as he walked into town to the book store occasionally waving at with a small smile at some people. He walked into the book store to return a book to the book-keeper and possibly get something new to read. He loved to read.

"Good morning, Beall!" The old thin book-keeper said excitedly. "What can I do for you today?" He asked.

Beall lifted up his book from his brown satchel at his side, "I came to return this." He told the old man as he sat the book down and took a look around.

"Finished already?"

"Yeah I couldn't put it down!" Beall answered as he climbed on to the small ladder in the book shop. "Do you have anything new?" He asked.

"Not since yesterday." The book-keeper chuckled lightly.

"Hm, well, I will just borrow this one!" He selected a book from the shelf as he climbed back down the ladder.

Beall handed the book to the book-keeper to check it off of the list but the book-keeper paused as he read the tittle. He rose his eyebrows at Beall. "Again? You've read this one twice!" He said astonished.

"I know! But, it's so good! It's my favorite! Daring sword fights, adventurers to behold, and a prince in disguise!" Beall answered enthusiastically.

The old man smiled brightly, "Well, if you like it all that much then you can have it." He told the young man.

Beall's eyes brightened in shock, "Really? I couldn't..."

The old book-keeper placed the book in the hands of the handsome young man, "It's yours. I insist."

Beall's face lit up and he hugged the book-keeper as he said a quick thanks. He took the book from the book-keeper to slip it into his satchel at his side as he waved good-bye to the book-keeper and left the book store.

Beall went to his favorite spot in town to sit and read a little before he walked back home. He sat on the bricks of the water fountain in town and watched as some sheep walked by. He told some of the sheep about his favorite part in the book and one of the sheep took a small bite from one of the pages. He glared at the sheep but shrugged as the sheep left him.

Mean while, Gaston had very dirty thoughts of Beall ever since he met him for the first time. Beall was almost as beautiful as a girl, but he was a boy and that angered Gaston even more. It wasn't Beall's fault that he was a boy but Gaston wasn't angry that Beall was a boy. He was angry that he wanted him even if he knew he wasn't a girl. He didn't want people to see him as a sodomite, but he wanted the young man and no one was going to stop him from getting him.

He looked at himself in the hanging silver plates to make sure he looked his best and he turned around to head towards the young man. It was then that he realized that the young man was no longer at the water fountain. He looked around frantically looking for Beall. He spotted him weaving through the crowds of people with his face in a book. Gaston push people trying to get to him and when he finally did Beall was already on the bridge going to his farm-house.

"Beall!" He called out to him.

Beall closed his eyes with a sigh. He thought that he was going to get lucky and avoid Gaston. Wishful thinking, he thought as he turned around to see the one person he loathed, Gaston. He sighed wearily again as he put his book in his satchel away from Gaston's grasp. "What do you want, Gaston?" He asked annoyed.

Gaston chuckled as he stopped in front of Beall, "Well, good morning to you too." He said as he faked being hurt. LeFoue chucked behind him.

Beall sighed and tried to push away the annoyance, "Good morning, Gaston."

Gaston smirked as he stepped closer to Beall, "That's more like it." He said in a deepen voice.

Beall backed up a step away from the larger man. Gaston was different today and it made him uneasy. "What do you want?" He asked as he looked up into the cold, hungry eyes of the other man.

Gaston took another step closer to Beall, "I want you." He said honestly as he slowly backed Beall up against a tree.

Beall gasped in surprise. "I'm not sure what you mean by that..."

Gaston smiled a wicked grin, "Coy as ever." He said as he kept advancing on the smaller man. "I'm certain you know what I mean."

Beall gasped again as his back hit the cold ruff bark of the tree, "If I did... I want no part of this." He gulped in some air and tried to look tough, "Your feelings are not returned here."

Gaston sighed as he caged the small man with his massive arms, "Pity. And here I was asking nicely." He growled as fear ran down Beall's spine.

Gaston looked at the wide fearful eyes of the young man that he wanted to claim and his gaze fell to the soft, pink, trembling full lips he had always wanted to kiss. He had wanted to taste Beall since the day he meet him."Gaston, please." Beall plead. Gaston suddenly grabbed Beall's chin in his large hand and Beall let out a surprised gasp.

Gaston smirked as Beall's eyebrows turned up and his golden brown eyes brightened with fear, "Let go of me, Gaston." He tried hard to deepen his voice to seem more courageous but he knew that it did him no good. Gaston had him where he wanted him.

"And what do I get if I let you go? I have you right where I want you. What will you give me to let you go?" He asked as he drew Beall's face closer to his. He could feel Gaston's hot breath on his lips. Their lips were only inches apart.

"What do you want from me?" Beall asked with a trembling voice.

Beall's body quivered slightly as he felt his thighs being pushed apart by Gaston's huge thigh. Gaston grabbed one of Beall's wrists painfully tight with his free hand and pinned Beall's thin wrist to the tree. Beall gasped and looked over at LeFou who had his back to them looking in the opposite direction. He looked back at Gaston and tried to fight against his hold. He strained and grunted softly.

Gaston chuckled, "Its cute how you think you can get out of my hold. So much fight in you. It makes me want you even more." Beall gasped wide-eyed.

Beall felt helplessly trapped, he had no one to save him from this huge evil man who wanted to rape him. His father was busy at work with his new invention and they were far enough from town were no one could hear or see him. Only LeFou could save him, if LeFou wasn't Gaston's minion. Or he would have to save himself, but how? He asked himself as Gaston snickered lightly at Beall's reaction. "How about a kiss? Just one kiss and I will let you go for now." Gaston said trying to bargain with Beall.

Beall sucked in a breath as his lips parted in shock. He didn't think Gaston would be so bold. Breathing sharply and trying to steady his racing heart. The young man didn't see a way out of the awful situation before him. "If I let you kiss me, just once, you will let me go?" He asked the madman as his heart surged with adrenaline.

Gaston smiled wickedly which made Beall wince slightly at him at. He felt he had no other choice. He had to give this man what he wanted just once even though he didn't want to. "Yes, just one kiss. Anyway I want, and I will let you go."

Beall squeezed his eyes shut and let out a shaky breath. He opened his eyes back up to see the man staring at his lips hungrily. He didn't want this man to kiss him but if it was the only way. He hated the words he was about to mutter to this madman but he had to get back to his father. His father needed his help and Beall wouldn't let down his father. "Okay..."

Gaston's smile widened as he looked at the golden brown eyes of the one he desired. His eyes flicked down to looked back at the pink lips he was about to devour. He slid his hand down to pull up the young man's chin. He held the boys chin tight in his hard grip. He pushed his thumb hard on Beall's chin making the bottom lip part from his top lip. "Open your mouth." Gaston ordered. Beall's lips quivered as he slowly opened his mouth slightly. "More." Gaston ordered again. Beall opened his mouth more and Gaston licked his rough lips. "Good." He growled as he leaned in and touched his lips to Beall's.

At first is was soft, almost affectionate. Beall felt surprised by how warm Gaston's lips felt against his own. His eye lids flicked closed as Gaston kissed his lips softly. Beall sighed into the kiss getting comfortable. But of course Gaston had to ruin it. He suddenly shoved his wide tongue into Beall's mouth and throat almost choking the boy. Beall's eyes went wide and tears sprung to his eyes. His body went into fight or flight mode and fought against Gaston's hold but it was useless.

Beall's body trembled and a sick gurgle left his throat. He squeezed his eyes shut. Tears ran down his cheeks as he tried to forget the feeling of Gaston's choking him with his large tongue. Gaston finally let up and Beall gasped in greedy breaths as the madman licked Beall's lips and slid his tongue back inside again. He wiggled it around this time exploring Beall's mouth. Every crevice of the young man's mouth was at Gaston's mercy. Gaston grunted pleasurably as he took what he wanted from the young man.

Beall grunted protesting the feeling of the kiss. He hated that the man could kiss. He hated it even more that it was Gaston that was kissing him. Suddenly Gaston rammed his large tongue back into Beall's throat, "Nng... Nm... Mnn..." The squeezed moans and gurgling coming from Beall stirred Gaston's arousal. Beall could feel the hard member press into his stomach.

Beall couldn't take much more from the madman he thought, as he felt the mans tongue f**k his throat. Sick squelching sounds, followed by gurgling and choking sound escaped Beall's mouth. He hated it. He tried to say no but it came out as a choking sound against Gaston's mouth. He tried to wiggle away from him, but Gaston gripped on to him tighter pinching his skin painfully. Beall whimpered in pain as Gaston's tongue battered the poor boys larynx.

Beall's lips and tongue felt slick with saliva. It ran down his chin and down his stretched neck. He couldn't swallow; he could barely get a breath of air in between each of Gaston's tongues thrusts. Gaston groaned against him as his covered c**k moved to the rhythm of his tongues thrusts.

A sick wet sob left Beall's mouth between the choking and gurgling. Tears rolled down his cheeks and joined the wetness at his clavicle. Stop. Please stop. His mind screamed at Gaston.

He couldn't take it any more he in a quick moment he drew his tongue back into his own mouth and bit down hard on Gaston's tongue. Gaston pulled away slightly with a surprised pained look on his face and his hand over his mouth. With Beall's newly freed hand he slapped him hard across the face making the mad man loosen his grip on his other hand and step farther away. He then kicked the man in the groin for good measure. Gaston fell to the ground in pain. "How dare you! I said you could kiss me! Not f**k my mouth with your perverted tongue! Bastard!" Beall yelled at the defenseless man on the ground. With tears still running down his cheeks he whipped at his face, "I hope I never see you again Gaston!" He yelled out at the man and ran to his home.