Halloween Erotica: A Beast and His Monster, Part 1

The Melding of Victor and Henry

Victor Frankenstein had not yet reached the age of thirty when he was found on the ice by Captain Robert Walton and his crew in the northernmost reaches of the Bering Sea above Russia. Trapped in ice until warmer weather freed their ship, the men brought the man onto the ship and ensconced him in the Captain’s quarters to heal. With several days of nourishment, Frankenstein had replenished his strength enough to tell them his most fantastic tale.

You've all heard the story, no doubt, of the mad Frankenstein and his Monster, of the triumphs of science and it’s horrific failures, of murders and deceits, and of the long chase north. But there are episodes in his life even the progressive and outspoken Mary Shelley was too shy to relate in her famous book.

As a student at Germany’s University of Ingolstadt in the late eighteenth century, Victor was obsessed with understanding how the world around him worked. The sciences were his passion. Nay, his mania. Night and day he toiled at his experiments, bound to unlock the secrets of the seemingly unknowable. When word reached him that his dear mother had died of scarlet fever, Victor turned his attentions to the origins of life itself. Where did the spark that lies in all of us come from? What propels us forward? Wherein lies that which makes us teeming with life, with virility, with the need to procreate, to extend ourselves? It was these answers he turned to seek with the urgency of a man crazed.

Victor was a fit man, handsome of face with sturdy aquiline features and olive skin due to his Italian heritage. Though an academic, he regaled in an outdoorsman’s pursuits as well, enjoying athletic activities that rendered him strong of body, with long limbs well-defined with hard, corded muscles. Although often pursued by the ladies as an eligible, if not oddly behaving bachelor, his attentions lay elsewhere. 

His friend and classmate Henry was equally handsome, though shorter in stature and bulkier in his frame. He attended Victor in all of his experiments, having become close friends their first year when both were quickly deemed outcasts by the more staid student body for their…unconventional beliefs. 

It was late into one evening in November of 17 when Victor and Henry came to the realization that their current venture which lay before them, the dissection of a small dog, was turning their stomachs and they needed some fresh air and sustenance. Racing from the quarters they shared to retrieve a bottle of wine, some cheese and a partially eaten baguette, they retreated to the rooftop where they could be hidden from view of the students around them yet breath the bracing Fall air. The biting wind wind, normal for that time of year in that country, was bearably calm that night as they huddled close next the wall that housed one of the buildings many chimneys. The brick was warm to the touch as they rested their bodies against the hard surface, stuffing their smiling but weary faces and sipping the beverage. 

As he passed his friend a piece of cheese, Henry’s hand brushed Victor’s and he remarked “You hands are like ice. Here, give them to me so that I may warm them.” Tentatively, but never without a hearty dose of trust for his close friend, Victor held out his hand which Henry grasped in his own two, rubbing them vigorously. Daring a breach of social protocol, though often committed by many men under the veil of disguise, or so rumor had told, Henry lifted Victor’s hands to his face and breathed from deep within a warm gentle zephyr that made Victor shiver. The chilly air and the warmth of his friend’s touch caused a not unpleasant but new sensation within Victor. 

Still holding the hand, Henry drew Victor in closer, and staring deeply into each other’s eyes, the two young men saw something new there. 

“Victor, it has been my honor and privilege to assist you in your studies and seemingly mad experiments. As we’ve grown closer, I’ve realized that there are other ways in which I want to…assist you. If you’ll let me.” 

“Why Henry, I’m not sure I gather your meaning.” 

“Here,” Henry said, “Let me make my intentions more clear. “ And with those words that would forever seal their fate, and with a before-unheard of display of bravado and need which the usually reticent young man would never fain to commit to, Henry leaned forward, releasing Victor’s hand so that he may place his own on the back of his friend’s head, and drew them both forward to engage in a kiss. Their lips brushing against each other, they paused, they drew back. A look of wonder and awe passed between them, and just as contemplatively, Victor was then the one to lean in for another. This embrace lasted longer as they moved slowly, and quietly moaned into each other’s mouths, and it was a few mere moments more before they were swept up in passion’s frenzy, fueled by their own individual desires, and a loneliness for companionship these past many months. 

Their tongues intertwined in rapturous fury as they let loose all pretense of respectability held for young men such as they. With their hungry mouths tasting the earlier repast on their lips, their hands began to run up and down each other’s body, feeling the heat stored within their constricting clothing. Needing to release that heat, their fumbling fingers found clasps and buttons that strained to be undone, as topcoats and vests were unleashed and shirts pulled over their heads Their top clothing now lay in a pile at their feet as they stood before each other, their naked torsos emitting a rising steam in the chill night air. Their bodies pumped newfound blood and passion, undulating with deep frightened breathes as they stared into each other. 

Henry looked upon Victor’s muscular torso, his defined chest heaving with anxious anticipation. His skin was pale and smooth, though a small patch of reddish hair lay in the valley between his pronounced pectorals, and resumed in a trail at his navel leading down into his trousers. His nipples, with their wide areolas, were hard and pert in the bracing air. Henry, by contrast, had a prominent barrel-chested roundness, his chest as pumped up as his thick hard stomach area. Covered as he was in soft brown hairs which splayed against the sweat on his skin from his neck to his belt, he was like a bear cub made human. Topped off with a dark thick beard trimmed in a respectable manner and free of half of his garments, he resembled more a poor farmer or brick layer than a poor student of science. Victor laughed and remarked as such, causing the reserved Henry to cross his meaty hirsute arms over his torso protectively. “Oh no, no my friend,” Victor quickly said gently, “My laugh wasn’t to chide, but to express my joy at your manliness. You have a surprising rugged quality about you that I find most endearing. Compared to my womanish smoothness, your rougher features are a handsome contrast.” And with those words, Henry released himself into his friends arms again.

Shed of constrictions, their hands and their mouths explored teach other’s naked flesh, finding their way to the skin of their chests, their nipples, flicking and nibbling playfully. Being a new experience, they were like children with a new plaything, and they intended to indulge with a child’s greed.

Henry made his way with his mouth down Victor’s chest, tasting the dried sweat as he lowered himself to his knees. With Victor’s many buckles and clasps before him, there was time for anticipation to grow as he made haste to release Victor’s member. Henry could feel his friend’s budge swelling beneath the fabric, and with one last clasp undone, it’s full hardness burst forth into the open air, inches from Henry’s mouth. The two friends looked at each other, unsure of exactly what to do at this point, but something deep within them gave them courage to move forward. With a nod of his head, Victor assented and Henry did move forward as he leaned into the manly area between his friend’s legs. He opened his thick pouty lips, extended his tongue, and licked Victor’s hard shaft, starting at the base, moving his tongue to the tip as shivers of chill and thrill caused Victor’s knees to quake. Sensing his fellow’s unsteadiness, Henry hastily grabbed his friend’s hips and in doing so, Victor’s penis rushed toward his still-open mouth. Penetrating the openness, he filled Henry’s mouth with hard, masculine heat. 

Time stopped, as did their heartbeats. The two remained still for a moment, relishing the sensations before Henry finally dared to move. Going solely on instinct, he began a slow up and down motion, taking in just a few inches, but increasing by an inch with each pass. Before long, the entirety of Victor’s length was sliding into Henry’s hungry mouth, disappearing and reappearing in rapid succession. Still grabbing Victor’s hips, Henry rocked him back and forth, penetrating his open maw over and over again with the sturdy rod. Victor placed a hand on the back of Henry’s head, to which the response was to remain still as Victor proceeded to pump his hips back and forth, violating his friend’s face. Henry, still fully clothed, was rubbing his constrained erect penis through his trousers with almost painful urgency, but this moment was for his friend. 

With a muffled roar, Victor grabbed Henry’s head, the scratchy hairs of his trimmed beard grazing the shaft of his cock stimulating him even further, if that were possible, and propelling him over an emotional and physical edge causing him to burst forth with his creamy milk deep into Henry’s throat. The hearty man on his knees sputtered and coughed, but felt the urgency to retain most of what his friend had gifted him. 

A moment passed and all went quiet around them as Victor started to soften in Henry’s mouth, and he backed away slightly. Henry in turn leaned forward trying to keep the softening flesh in place in his mouth for as long as possible, to stop this feeling of departure, for he wanted to live in this moment for the rest of his days. As the last inch slipped free, Henry looked to his friend, a thick ropey strand of cream resting on his lower lip and hairy chin, the slightly metallic taste and smell of pennies nestled in his facial follicles which he would carry with him until he next bathed, and he grinned as he’d never grinned before, open and more honest than he' previously allowed himself. Victor returned the smile which quickly turned into a hearty burst of laugher as his head fell back to stare at the night sky. 

A single bolt of lightening flashed across the sky, searching from one cloud to another as it emblazoned the darkness for a split second before leaving just an echo of light and a slight fragrance of burning ozone in the air. Such was the flash of Henry and Victor, bright and, though brief, always to return again as they searched and found each other. 

“Come my friend,” whispered Victor in Henry’s ear after the two had collected themselves and dressed appropriately. “I want to show you what I’ve been working on.”

To be continued.