YES, gimme the gay!

You violently slap his hands down. He was a pretty little thing...and he deserved no mercy...yeah...what the fuck. Time for a little old school justice. An eye for an eye.

Grabbing him by the hair you push him down to his knees. "Open up boy." You order him. "I'm gonna give you a taste of your own medicine."

He glares up at you. "Fuck you!"

Slap! You backhand him across his fine cheek.

"Gah!" He whinges.

He mutters a magical word and you slap him again. Slap!

You were close enough now to counter any spell he might cast. And without his magic he was just a weak little man. He seemed to carry no weapons. He was at your mercy.

You fish out your cock and hold it. "I said...open up bitch!"

Holding his cheek he looks up at you wondering what the hell he could do. He hisses spitefully. "I'm not gay you fuckin..."

Slap!

"I never asked bitch. Now open your fucking mouth or I will kill you where you kneel and feed your soul to Grim. I am sure you'll fit right in on his realm." You then look around. "Technically you are already here. Your soul won't have far to go. Lord Grim's going to like you pretty boy."

You saw a shudder run through his body. This terrified him. He was at a loss.

His soft silky hair gripped in one hand, your cock in the other, you press you tip against his full ruby lips. You slide it back and forth causing the lipstick to smear. You push hard and grip his hair tight. "Come on boy, come on. Open those pretty lips for me."

He grunts in pain as you twist his hair.

His face twisted in discomfort and disgust but realizing he had no choice he finally opens up. You immediately jam your cock straight through his lips and into his mouth.

"Bite me and not only will I end you...I'll make it painful." You promise. He gives a little nod of understanding.

Your dick prods around in his open mouth. He just held his lips wide open with his tongue sticking out, doing as little as possible.

"Come on faggot, suck! Suck my big cock you little sissy bitch. Suck it like your victims sucked you." You spit in his face. "You must have learned a few things from all those men you raped you sick fuck."

His eyes burned with hatred...but his lips slowly wrap tight around your shaft. He begins to suck.

"There's a boy. Get me nice and hard. Yeah...good little faggot." You grin with evil intent. You couldn't deny it, doing this to an evil doer was pretty fucking arousing! Grim had said your soul belonged to him...was stuff like this the reason why? You'd think about that later. "Damn you look good down there boy. They're gonna love you in prison...if you live that long."

He sucks with a bit more verve and skill than his smoldering hate filled gaze would suggest. You chuckle as you realized he was getting into it. You shift one of your feet and plant the stiff sole of your boot over his cock, it was now sandwiched between the toe of your boot and the cobblestone surface of the alley.

"GRNG!" He grunts in discomfort through a mouthful of cock.

"Come on boy. You can suck better than that. I know you can!" You down on his erection.

"GGGMMMPHHH!!!" You see tears form in his narrowed eyes. He quickly follows direction and starts to suck and bob like a champ.

"Mmmmm. That's better. Mmmmm." You hum lustfully. "Fuck boy, you were born to have cock your mouth. You know that?"

"FFFUKKK UUUUU!" He swears through your plunging, now hard, cock.

You grab the back of his head and SLAM forward balls deep. Your knob shooting straight down his open throat. You watch and listen as heaves with a might wretching gag. You hold him deep, his arms flailing at you helplessly.

"GGGLLLLOOGGGGG!" His eyes bulge!

"Can't hear you. What was that?" You tease.

By sheer instinct he cannot help but push off, though he knew it could cost him his life. He tries to double over but you had him by the hair and the cock. He gags and sputters and coughs. "Fuck! Sorry!" He gasps between coughs. "Sorry!"

"You were born to have a cock in your mouth?" You ask again.

He nods. "Yes...yes...I was born for cock."

You grin. "There's a boy." You pat his head like you might a child. "You're not so scary, are you?"

Sticking his tongue out he licks up the length of your shaft then opens his mouth and orally takes your cock once more. Slurping it in with gusto. Now he really starts to go to town. Slurping and sucking, his head bobbing without hesitation.

"Mmmmm...nummmm..mmmmmmm..." He moans as his blowjob gets ever better.

"Ohhh yeah faggot...fuck yeah!" You moan. He was doing a damn fine job now. "Come on...deeper...you can go deeper boy."

Holding your hips in his hands he take you deeper...and deeper...and deeper still. Getting most of your stiff schlong into him before being forced to retreat by his gag reflex.

"Make it wet bitch, it's the only lube you're gonna get."

His eyes flash up at you.

"That's right twink, I'm gonna fuck you good."

Again a little nod of understanding. He tries to shift but you press down with your foot, keeping him planted in place.

He grabs your cock by its base with an eagerness that told you beyond doubt you were past the point of forcing him to do this. His tongue swirls around your tip, lapping and slurping hungrily. He slobbers and spits on it, your dick now slimy with saliva.

You lift your foot and let up from his still very hard dick and haul him to his feet by his hair.

He lets out a little yelp of arousal and pain. "Ohhh!" His voice still had a feminine edge to it. Fuck...looking at his wide excited desirous eyes, his lean smooth pale body, his smeared make up on his pretty features...he was tasty little treat. Damn shame this dude was a monster, he would have been fun to look up sometime once you got back.

You pull him by the hair toward the wagon and with a rough heave toss him up onto it. He lands on the soft tarp covered surface. There must be cloth or dense hay beneath. You hurry to follow him up, concerned of another spell coming your way.

He wasn't fighting back now though. He lay back, arms up over his head, with his legs spread wide. His knees tucked up on either side of him. You pull the boots from his stocking feet and toss them to the side, just in case he was a kicker. He wasn't putting up any struggle at all. Resigned to his fate. Or more precisely, judging by his big boner, looking forward to it.

You chuckle as you position yourself. "Getting into it, huh?"

"I have no choice." He whispers. "You're going to take me anyways." His breath quickens as he says that, his legs spread a bit wider. "You're going to take me and you're going to fuck me." You stare at him before he then adds. "I want your cock Mr Slash. Please give me your cock. Use me."

"Mmmm, such a respectful little sissy. You learn fast." You grab his face by the chin and stare him in the eye. "Good boy."

You give each of his butt cheeks a hard spank. Smack, smack! A satisfying whimper coming from him each time. Grabbing your hard spit covered manhood you hammer it home, pushing straight into his exposed asshole with out giving him time to get ready. The lean muscles of his chest and abdomen flex. His eyes flare open, his teeth grit, and a low guttural groan rises up from him.

You shift forward then slam full hilt into is struggling anus.

"GAHHH!" He cries out in shock. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, it's fuckin big!"

His dick strains up off of his tummy. Hovering and quivering and hard as ever. You give it a slap, causing to waver back and forth a couple of times before coming back to a rigid stop in the middle. You bat it around a few more times for fun.

"What's this? I thought you said you weren't gay?" You laugh. "Ha ha ha. Nice cock for a sissy bitch, I gotta admit."

"GUNGHHHHH." He groans with rising desire but says nothing. You grab his cheek and slip a thumb into his open mouth, which he heartily sucks on. You press down into his chest with your other hand, feeling his lean pec beneath your palm.

You start to fuck him. You fuck him rough and raw. You fuck him like you knew a man could handle it. You get in nice and close, plowing up and into him with your turgid wang. Pounding his little walnut of a p-spot mercilessly.

"Ungh...ungh...ungh...uhhhhh...." He moans uncontrollably. His pretty face was mask of surrender and passion. You were taking him places he'd never gone before. He arches his back and gasps. "Ohhhh gods! OHHHH GODS!"

"Like it?"

He huff and puffs and nods.

"Say it."

"I...I like it...I love it! I love your cock! I'm...I'm...just a...just a fucking....little faggot!" His mouth gapes open a second, his eyes widen and narrow, his features twist. Precum was oozing from his tip and smearing all over his belly. You knew he was close. The way he squirmed and writhed, the way his eyes were going unfocused, the mewling noises escaping him. Fuuuuck...he hadn't touched himself and he was about to cum! This guy had missed his calling, he was a born cock sleeve. A perfect bottom.

"That's it...that's it my little fucktoy." You now had his sides gripped in your hands, your large hands almost wrapping around his narrow waist, as you fuck him deep and hard. His copious spittle making a slick sound as you assault his backdoor. "Cum for me sissy. Cum for this big cock stretching your ass!"

Clap, clap, clap, clap. Your pelvis drives into his firm ass cheeks, your inches disappearing up his super tight boy pussy again and again. Looping on arm in under on of his knees you tilt his pelvis up and bear down on him, allowing your weight to do more of the work. Your other hand goes up to pin his wrists down above his head.

You are staring eye to eye, your face not a foot away from his, as you pound his gripping ass. His expression, his whole demeanor, just suddenly relaxes and lets go.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!" He moans with a surprisingly soft voice as his cock blasts his hot spunk up over his chest and stomach, the first two rope laying a streak across the lapel of his luxurious fur coat and onto his slender neck. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" He sighs in release. Was he ever! He cums hard and long, you'd never seen a guy ride a climax for so long. Even after he had no more to squirt his cock continued to twitch up and down, his ass quivering and gripping against your tool.

He continues to stare at you. The hatred was still there, but so too was a new vulnerable adoration. He loved this. He absolutely loved it.

"Ohhhh fuck." He whines.

You were close now yourself. You give it all you had. With rough powerful thrusts you slam into him in long mighty strokes.

"Gruh...gruh...gruh..." Your low grunts coincide with pounding balls deep.

"Uhhh...uhhhh...uhhh..." His soft high moans forming a duet with you.

You pull from him suddenly and without warning. He cries out as if in distress. His gaping asshole twitching to the open air. You pump your meat and shoot your spooge onto his cock and balls, painting them white with your seed.

"GUNGHH!" You growl.

"Yessss." He moans back.

A shake runs through you and you come down from your peak. "Whooooo, fuck yeah!" You let out with a big breath. "Whooeee boy! Damn you're a fine piece of ass!"

You lean back and kneel looking down at your handiwork. Without a word he reaches down with his stocking feet and gently milks the last of your cum down onto the interior of his fine coat. He lay there spackled with fresh jizm from just under his chin down to his asshole.

Leaning down one last time you kiss him one time. As you pull away he tries to reach up for another but you push him back down again.

He continued to lay in a most exposed and submissive position. Perhaps hoping you would do more. You look down at him and remind yourself who this was. The Terror of Tolden. A rapist and a killer of dozens of men. A monster of a man. And you were a hero, your job was to defeat and slay monsters.

Taking your dick you flick it at him, sending your last drop up onto him. Then you say. "Sorry boy, but I can't let ya go."

With that you ball your hand into a fist and punch him hard square in the nuts. You feel a sickening squish beneath your knuckles. He wouldn't be raping anyone for a while now.

"GAHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

He howls in pain and curls up in the fetal position, hands over his package. He tries once to cast another spell but you slap the words from his mouth. You remove his coat then with material found around the scene you gag him and hogtie him. You then tie him to the cart as well then leave a note on his body, using one of his earrings as a pin, informing whoever found him exactly who he was and what he was capable of. Given the number of victims the Tolden Terror had claimed he would be lucky if the authorities found him before an aggrieved loved one or baying mob got to him. He deserved whatever happened to him.

You search his coat and soon find the emerald you needed.

(Add 1 Emerald to your Items.)

He glares up at you looking hurt and betrayed. You turn your back on the Terror and leave him to his fate.