The Pleasure Castle (Gay Trans Erotica)

Sex with an Unusual Incubus

I might lose control and start begging as he thrust so deep into me, nailing that sweet spot again and again.

I have a secret kink that I don’t dare confess to anyone.

Not even to you, dear reader.

I won’t say any more for now. But I’m headed to The Pleasure Castle, a mysterious place where like-minded adults have consensual fun.

I’m a regular at the Pleasure Castle, since, out of all places in the world, I feel most accepted here. My family, and even those I once called friends, didn’t approve of the “lifestyle” I led, nor did they care about my real name and pronouns. So I left these people once I reached the age of majority.

The Castle staff had announced that there would be a spooky theme tonight. I was thrilled by the theme, as I was so jaded about life nowadays and wanted some entertainment.

Most of the Pleasure Castle staff called me “Master Damien.” This address was a joke that someone had cracked at my expense, but I have since reclaimed the title, and enjoyed the power it gave me, however illusory.

The castle was lit with eerie blue lamps tonight, and it was dark. Dark and inviting.

Klemestra, the manager at the Castle, cooed at my arrival. “I’m so glad you accepted our invitation, Master Damien. We have an unusual guest you might like to meet today.”

I lifted my eyebrows at the implied privilege she was giving me. Klemestra treated me like her favorite nephew, but whether it was due to true affection or because I paid her generous tips, I couldn’t be sure.

Nonetheless, I wanted to act the part of a regal prince, so I nodded in silence.

A boy came over to us and bowed. He seemed a little younger than me, perhaps in his early twenties. And he asked if I would please follow him. I frowned. As I visited the Pleasure Castle several times a week, I knew all of the staff. But I had never met him.

So I marched behind him through the quiet corridor, where the lively voices from the reception area faded from our ears.

“What’s your name, boy?” I asked.

He flashed me a grin. “Boy? I’m not as young as I look, Master Damien. Anyway, I’m Ezra.”

After shooting me another cheeky smile, he spun around and knocked on a door. Our trip was much shorter than I expected.

Nobody answered, but Ezra didn’t seem worried. He opened the door just slightly, and gestured me inside.

“Wait, how do I know if your guest will be to my liking?” I asked, in as haughty a tone as I could manage.

Ezra grinned, mischief all over his face — he was probably a poltergeist in his past life.

“Madam Klemestra said that you liked surprises and never said no to challenges.”

If that was what she really said to this boy, then she was twisting my words. Still, I didn’t want to look like a coward. So I brushed him off.

“Fine. Run along to your next errand.”

I meant to insult the little mite, but he just laughed and was gone in a moment. It was disconcerting how quickly and soundlessly he could run.

Still, I had a mission to fulfill. So I took a deep breath, and entered the room.

All was dark in here, except for a sole candle to the side of the room. Even with the flame, however, the room felt cool.

Someone cleared their throat.

“Master Damien? Will you please move the candle closer, so that you can see me better?” The voice was masculine and gruff.

That “candle” was in fact a lantern disguised by magic to look like a flame. That was a relief, since I didn’t want to burn my skin while holding it. Despite my apprehension, my curiosity was growing by the moment.

I tiptoed towards the voice, watching as the lamp illuminated the familiar traces of a bed, blankets, and —

My thoughts halted.

The man on the bed sighed, and with a wave of his palms, all the lights turned on.

I gasped. He wasn’t wearing anything, which I had expected. But he was also…

“Don’t be so afraid to say the word, my pet,” the man said with a grin. “I’m ugly. What’s more, I’m an ugly incubus.”

This was the first time I had ever had sex with an incubus, but I thought they were all supposed to be gorgeous. In fact, I had heard some say that an ugly incubus was a hungry incubus. No wonder he looked so gaunt.

“Call me Mal,” the incubus said. “And if you’re not up for it, we don’t have to do anything.”

But my gaze roamed up and down his body. He was indeed the opposite of a conventionally attractive man. And I was getting increasingly aroused.

As if he had read my thoughts, Mal chuckled.

This was the kink I had been hiding all along: Beauty and the Beast. Most people considered me to be a very handsome man, but I secretly wanted an ugly man to fuck me. I never knew why, and I hardly told anyone about this, for fear of judgment. But it looked like Klemestra had figured it out.

I swallowed. “You’ll do perfectly.”

Moments later, the sex-starved incubus had torn off all of my clothes. I lay totally naked and vulnerable, staring with wide eyes up at this beast of a man.

I reassured him I would say “red light” if I didn’t like anything. Plus, I did know some magic spells myself, so I wasn’t weak. Most people underestimated me because I was short and had a youthful face.

Mal was hesitant at first, but he gradually shed his inhibitions. He eyed my nude body with undisguised glee.

I gazed at his hardening dick and my mouth watered in anticipation.

The incubus dove down to smother me in a kiss. His tongue darted into my throat and relished me. His arms roved all over my body, his flesh cleaving so tightly onto mine.

Most people would find this repulsive, to be kissed and groped by such an unattractive man. But this only aroused me to unfathomable heights.

Yet, as delightful as all of this skin-to-skin contact was, I wanted more. I groaned even as I enjoyed his rough, crushing mouth on mine.

He broke off the kiss and whispered, “Green light?”

I nodded impatiently. “Green light, yes, but I want you to do something more for me.”

It almost broke my heart to see his eager, joyous face, as if he had been thirsted nearly to death and was now seeking solace in my body.

But I couldn’t bring myself to say any of these sentimental things, so instead, I told him, “If you look carefully, Mal, there are two — rocket holders down there. I want you to stick it into the front one — the one closer to my belly, first. If I like you, I’ll let you explore my back channel too.”

The sex demon looked positively ravenous at my words, but also uncertain.

I frowned. “It’s okay. Just because I’m a trans guy, doesn’t mean I can’t get myself stuffed wherever I want.”

A smile stretched across his lips. “As you wish, Master.”

I shuddered. It turned me on so much when a man would fuck me but still submit to me verbally.

In the next second, Mal pointed his cock head towards my front hole. I hissed. So soon? But I was stubborn and didn’t want to ask him to slow down. I only wanted other people to beg me. I didn’t want to beg anyone else.

But the incubus started teasing my hole by brushing his tip on the outer edges. I hissed again, but this time with impatience.

The incubus grinned. “All good, boss?”

I glared at him. “All good, yes, but it would be even better if — ow!”

His dick penetrated me and it stung. But he had only shoved in an inch and stopped moving. He left it there and I felt the burn in my walls. But I was also annoyed that he wasn’t getting on with it.

Then he pushed in further, inch by inch. I took in a deep breath and closed my eyes. Just then, harsh lips reclaimed my mouth, and large hands brushed across my scalp. His kiss and caress drenched me with joy.

Before I knew it, the sex demon had pushed so far into me that he bumped the end of my cave and made me yelp. It sent a jolt of pleasure up my spine.

I was so glad that his mouth never left mine, because I might lose control and start begging as he thrust so deep into me, nailing that sweet spot again and again.

The sensations were overwhelming and intoxicating. I wanted him to stop but I also wanted him to continue. I needed to be relentlessly fucked.

I relished how his hands stroked my flesh as he pumped with vigour into my hole. When his mouth left mine for a moment, I whined, until he started kissing my neck instead, driving me wild with even more delight.

I moaned an embarrassing number of times and so loudly too, but I didn’t care. I just wanted him to keep doing this to me.

All of a sudden, his thrusts got faster and faster. I screamed at the dizzying euphoria he was giving me. My thoughts were all over the place. Ecstasy echoed in every bone of my body.

Then it happened. The incubus groaned as he buried his face in my neck, while his cock was still deep inside my body.

He pumped a few more times, emptying his steaming hot seed into me. As he finished, I couldn’t help but smile up at him. I hadn’t felt this content in a long while, though I didn’t know why.

He smiled at me too, and whispered, “I think I like you.”

I beamed in vehement agreement.

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