Guys and Ghouls

Sorry I’ve been off the scene for so long. College and personal life gave me no time to write things. I’ll post a link to the doodle I drew that sparked this story as soon as I have a chance to get it up.
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Alvivis got out of bath, water dripping off his rotting skin and deep green hair. The undead death knight doesn’t usually bother to bathe but he had been covered in blood and guts and it was drying on him. His tongue dangled from his jawless mouth as he walked through the abandoned tavern that his father owned years ago, now it was nothing but ruins. He looked at his ghoul who was curled up in the corner chewing on a chew toy a rogue friend had given him. He sits on an old bar stool that looks ready to collapse, thinking of what he could remember from his previous life.
He remembered his mother, but he couldn’t remember what she looked like, or anything they did together. But he remembered she would waitress the tavern. He remembered his father was a large man. Well… more a fat man… he was short and very round. But what was he like? Was he a kind man? A rough man? A violent man?
Seems the only person he remembered well was that girl who lived down the street. She had been beautiful beyond compare. When she would have a few too many drinks she would start dancing on the table and taking off her clothes. His father would always tell him to take her home at that point. And of course he would without hesitation. Once there, she would practically force him into her bed. Not that he needed to be forced. He was always more than willing with her. A shame she only wanted him while drunk.
He hadn’t even realized he’d been stroking himself. He was hard with want just thinking about her beautiful body, soft skin, gentle curves, plump in all the right places and slim in the rest. Pale skin and rosy red lips. He closes his eyes as he strokes himself faster, leaning his head back in pleasure. The pleasure built in him as he remembered the way she would ride him. How tight and hot she was inside. He finally came hard, his thick cold cum splattering against the underside of the bar. He panted softly looking at the mess he’d made. He’d not masturbated since before he died.
He heard his ghoul move behind him. He was about to turn to find out what it wanted when he was grabbed by the arms. He was pulled off the stool and forced down on his stomach on top of the bar. His feet didn’t even reach the ground, just dangling below him. The ghoul pressed a large hard cock to his ass. By the Dark Lady… he wasn’t doing what he thought he was doing… was he?
Alvi squirmed and struggled. He attempted to order his ghoul to stop, but since he used hand motions to control him, and the ghoul had his hands down on the bar top, that wasn’t happening. He tried to out power him, but the ghoul had the upper hand because of the position he was in. The horrifying thought washed over him. He wasn’t getting out of this… he was at the mercy of his own ghoul.
Alvi whimpered as the ghoul’s cock tore into his tight ass. The ghoul started to pound into him hard, grunting and growling in pleasure with every thrust. Alvi yelped and whimpered in pain and humiliation. Then the ghoul hit the prostrate. The bundle of nerves sent a shockwave of pleasure through him. As he hit it over and over Alvi’s cock hardened with need.
“No way.” Alvivis thought to himself. “There is no way this is happening… I’m being raped by my ghoul… I’m being raped by something that should obey me mindlessly… it hurts. It’s humiliating… there is NO WAY I’m going to get off on this.”
Despite his mental protests, he was hard and starting to drip pre-cum. With every painful thrust he came closer and closer. Small sounds of pleasure started coming from him, despite attempts to keep it in. This only seemed to egg on the ghoul who slammed into him harder and faster.
Then lights exploded before Alvi’s eyes and his cold thick cum splattered on the ground at the Ghoul’s feet. His muscles tighten hard around the ghoul’s large cock. With a growl of pleasure the ghoul thrust harder into the tightened ring of muscle. He thrust in as far in as he could get into Alvi’s ass and let out his cold dead cum. Alvi whimpered in pain and horror.
The ghoul leaned over him, small thrusts riding out his orgasm inside Alvi then he pulled out, letting go of him and returning to his corner to tiredly chew on his chew toy. Alvi winced as he climbed down off the bar. He headed back to the bath to wash up again, wincing with every step and blood dripping down his legs.
“Note to self.” He thought to himself as he filled the tub again. “Do NOT masturbate in front of my ghoul. Unless, of course, I’m in the mood for humiliating and painful sex.”
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Tell me what you think. If people like Alvi, I’ll write more about him. But if not, this stays a onetime thing. Hope you enjoyed this.
And yes, I still intend to write more with Marri and the gang as well as with Allanni and Tilla. But like I said, college kicked my ass.