The Funny Truth
This is dedicated to anyone that was torment for being Different, Gay, Bi, ect.
This story contains harsh, and derogatory words used towards gay people. I wrote it based on the general negative attitude I have been receiving and hearing about gays. Based partly from my own experiences in similar matters.
Back ground:
This story takes place present day, in the United States. This takes place before the story 'The old ways' But after the main story (Beefy's story). Magnum is working as a mercenary , Beefy is staying with him, prior to this they had have been working together and in love for about two years. Magnum is a white minotaur, strong and confident, and in-charge. Beefy is a slightly smaller brown minotaur, and very shy.
"Damit!" Magnum said, quite pissed off.
Standing in the locker room alone -as the rest of the squad had left- and trying to get ready for a mission- quickly- he had run in to a problem. The problem was fifteen inches of rock hard bull cock, poking from between his legs. The type of hard-on that won't go away no matter what. He couldn't get his pants on much less his body armor. He tried thinking of something disgusting, but it had no effect. It just wouldn't go away. Why the hell couldn't he have had the hard-on this morning? He pounded his fist in to one of the lockers , denting it. What the hell was a bull to do? He thought.
One of his squad members came back in to the locker room, dressed in black tactical gear, and hefting an mp5.
" Hey Mag' what's taking so- " the man started to say, until he noticed the bull's cock.
" Dam, Man! That some hardware, but I don't think we need that kind of artillery on this mission!" The man joked.
Magnum just stared at him dryly.
" Well whatever you do, just hurry up the helo is waiting!" The man left smiling and shaking his head.
"Fuck." Magnum wouldn't be able to stroke this off in time. He poked his head through the locker room door.
"Hey Beefy, I need you over here right now!" He shouted out in to the hall, still standing about without any pants wearing only an black sleeveless undershirt. A second later Beefy came in to the room, noticed the hard bull-hood, and blushing, he shyly stayed quiet. He was usually very shy, he had chosen to stay outside the locker room rather than enter and wish Magnum good luck on the operation. As he cautiously entered Magnum waved him over.
" Beefy, buddy, I need some help with this- quick. Everyone's ready to go but I can't get my armor on with this thing like it is." He gestured to his crotch. Beefy was still a little shy about things like this, and it showed.
" Look, you ever have a hard-on so hard it hurt? Well this is one of those. And I can't put my armor, much less my pants on with it like this, I need you to help me get rid of it. Please?" He asked empathetically.
Not one to try and make words, Beefy nodded and slid off his pants, then sat on the bench where Magnum indicated. Magnum grabbed his legs, and swung him so Beefy was laying on his back on the bench, with his hooves over Magnum's shoulders.
" Sorry little buddy, but I need to be quick." Magnum said, wishing he could take his time.
Magnum thrust in with little warning, and right away he went to work- thrusting at full pace trying to quickly relive the aching hard-on. Beefy was taking a thrashing, the fast pace hurt , and Magnum was not very gentle in his haste. Beefy panted from the powerful and fast fuck he was taking, though he wasn't moving much, he started to sweat from the demanding challenge Magnum presented. Magnum was trying his hardest (no pun intended) to keep up the furverent pace, and not slow to enjoy the pleasure that caressed him. He had to be quick and release other wise he would just make it worse, leaving him unsatisfied and wanting more. When it became apparent to him that the position wasn't working, he pulled out and turned the other bull over placing him on his belly laying on the bench. Grasping Beefy's tail he moved it aside for a quick thrust in, and then resumed his pace. Beefy lowed and bellowed a few times from the fast fuck, probably what kept the others from coming in to see what was taking so long, but Magnum won the award when he roared loudly as he came. Then hardly resting a few seconds on Beefy's equally spent form, he jumping to his hooves and started dressing. Beefy was quite worn out and didn't move from his position on the bench, rather just laying there, catching his breath. Magnum felt bad fucking him so hard then just leaving, the best he could offer was a kiss and the promise to be back. While donning his gear and checking his guns, he asked:
" Promise me you will be here when I get back?" When beefy nodded, Magnum leaned over and whispered in Beefy's ear:
" I owe you, love." Then carful of the smaller bull's rack, he kissed the side of the sleepy bulls head and left quickly.
Beefy lazed after the powerful fuck, he was exhausted, but needy. Still wanting and thinking of Magnum, he rolled on to his back, and started stroking. He lowed a few more times as his strokes and fantasies collided pleasurably . Shooting in to the air, and making a mess of himself, he didn't care with the glow that covered and flowed through his body, and shortly he fell asleep on the bench.
-BANG- the door to the locker room slammed shut, startling Beefy in to full alertness. And he quickly realized the situation: He was nude, covered in his own seed, his rear plastered with magnums, and laying on a bench. He jumped to his hooves to see two other members of magnum's Op team walking in to the room looking at him, their eyes told all, he could read them : 'Look at this fag. He's just a fuck hole, covered in cum. What a little fuck'. And as if their eyes didn't speak loud enough, they called him out.
" Hey your Mag's little bitch aren't you?" Said one.
"Hey he must have boned you hard, with the wood he was sporting... but you like that don't you? " said the second.
" That's sickening." agreed the first.
Beefy tried to get his pants on, but with the two walking towards him menacingly he was unable. He moved away from the two but they followed him, laughing and taunting. It hurt, a hurt he had thought was long gone, he thought it had faded with the immaturity of high school. He was very wrong.
"What's the matter, is the big fag going to cry?" asked the first.
" After getting fucked like that, I bet." giggled the second.
The two broke out laughing at their 'hilarious' banter. Beefy kept looking nervously at the locker room door, hoping magnum would walk in soon. The first man saw his looks to the door and caught on.
" Aww, hey this isn't very nice of us," The first said in mock concern "With the loss he's suffered and all..." said the first.
The second caught on and suppressed a smile.
" Man, your right. Were so sorry for your loss." said the second removing his helmet and holding in both hands.
"What?" Beefy said between sobs invoked from both torment and the insinuation of Magnums death.
When both men fained sorrow and remained silent, Beefy shakily asked:
"Where Magnum?" Now weeping openly.
"In a bag... out their..." said the first pointing to the locker room door.
"Mag-num!" Beefy cried out running for the door, and burst through as the two broke out laughing uncontrollably.
As Beefy ran in to the room, nude, his crotch and rear covered in seed, sobbing and wailing, everyone in the room turned to see the commotion. Someone gathered there wits and asked what the problem was.
" W..where's Magnum? ...is he ok?" the distraught bull said between sobs.
" Magnum? He's fine, he's just talking with the captain..." said the man.
As if the man's words had summoned him, Magnum entered the room, spotted Beefy and ran to him. After embracing him in a hug, he asked:
"What's the matter? What's wrong?
" What a fag." said the second
"Yah, little bitch thought his fagot lover was dead, you could see it his face when you said it!" said the first.
When the door opened and Beefy walked back in , head down and tears in his eyes, the jeering continued:
" Aww, little bitch was scared for his big fucker- how sweet..." No sooner had the words come from the first man's mouth, than Magnum stepped through the door. And he wasn't very happy. His hove clicks on the tile floor were loud, it sounded like the tiles may have cracked.
The jeering had stopped but the two maintained an air of confidence, foolishly thinking Magnum wouldn't do anything rash.
"What did you tell him?" Magnum asked, his voice relatively flat, but the edges were razor sharp.
" Aww Magnum, we were just messing with him, no harm right buddy?" The first man walked over to put his arm around Beefy like nothing had happened, as if they were close friends.
"DON'T. Touch-him." It was a clear order. Any calm was gone from the voice.
"WHAT...Did you tell him?" Magnum demanded, his voice did not conceal his anger. Magnum stepped further in to the room, and closer to the two men.
The two men both thought it was best to keep quiet and hope this passed, that this was a rhetorical question.
" I asked you a question. What did you say to him?" Magnum now ripped his shirt off and closed on the two. His eyes were red, his face flushed in fury.
" Look, Magnum, man, we were just pulling his chain a little... we all got a little shaken tonight-" The first started to try to lessen the events. The second pretended to put his clothes in the locker and tried to slip away before Magnum called him out.
" You stay right there. I haven't started with you. Yet." It was a command, and a very angry one, combined with a large finger pointing at the second man as he tried to get off the hook. The second man stopped in his tracks.
Turning back to the now very nervous first man, he continued:
" I didn't ask for a commentary. I asked you- What Did YOU SAY TO HIM!" Magnum ended with a yell in the man's face. He was now quite shaken, and wasn't sure how to reply. Putting his sneer back on he decided to play tough and said:
"We told him that you and him both are fagot-" the first man started, but Magnum wouldn't hear that word out. He grabbed the man by his neck and threw him up against the lockers, the room echoed with the sound. Holding the man by his neck, a few feet from the ground he squeezed, Magnums entire frame trembling and twitching from the strain of trying not to crush the pitiful human in his grasp. The man tried to pull free from the crushing grip and struggled for a few moments, pulling at Magnums hands, and giving a few solid kicks to Magnum's chest, but he didn't even flinch when the combat boots connected at full force.
After a moment Magnum had gained enough control of himself to loosen his grasp enough that the man could breath, and demand of him:
"Ya tell me one reason why I shouldn't paint this room with your blood." He asked in a tone that was quite disturbingly serious.
"..." He couldn't say more with the grip about his neck.
Magnum threw the man to the ground and turned to the other human ordered him:
" Help him up- NOW. Clothes off, both of you." He yelled and the second man quickly complied. It was then someone else started to come in to the room see what the commotion and trouble was.
" Stay out!" Magnum quickly snapped to the entering human, whom was smart enough to leave without a word. The two men were now sitting on a bench, naked. Surrounded by three walls of lockers, and boxed in by Magnum and Beefy. Magnum sat Beefy down and consoled him, putting a towel around his waist and setting him down on a bench. Kneeling in front of him he asked softly:
"Buddy, what did they say to you?" He placed one hand on the side of beefy's face, gentility caressing him.
" I don't know." Beefy was rather distraught about the whole thing, and would much rather forget it.
"It's ok just think back and tell me." He was patient with the small bull.
" They said that ...I was... your... bitch... that you ...f..fucked...me...and it was disgusting....and they ...made fun of me...said I was a ...fag... and they ...said you were... dead." With the last he broke down crying, the thought alone was so horrible to him.
Magnum wiped some tears from Beefy's face with his massive thumbs, kissed him on the forehead then stood and faced the two men.
" You think he's a bitch?" The word were ice cold.
" No Mag, it's not like-"
"And that I fucked him?"
The man ventured a look at the seed stained beefy and risked a slight grin.
" And that the beautiful love we made is disgusting?" Still icy.
" I-" said the man.
"DOES HE LOOK FUNNY!?" Magnum demanded in a sudden roar, as he pointed at Beefy.
The two were quite shaken by Magnum's volume and force.
" Do I look dead to you?" He regained his ice cold composure.
" Look Mag, it was just a joke-"
" So my life and death is a joke?"
" No I-"
"No?... maybe he is a joke?" Magnum pointed back to Beefy.
" Look, no, I-"
" So our love is a joke?" He demanded.
" No-" the man tried desperately to hold ground.
" What then, is so funny - What then, is the joke? " Magnum posed as a serious question.
The second man was about to say something when Magnum cut him off with a single raised finger.
Smiling he said :
" Ohh..wait. Now I get it. He-he-he. I get the joke." He mocked. And with that, in a sudden motion he leapt in front of the two men and beat them in a manner they would not forget. He relented only to up the torment:
" You think it's funny to make fun of some one that's queer. Well then let's give you something to joke about." And with that Magnum ordered the sore men to assume very 'exposed positions' for one another. Magnum had just gotten them where he wanted them, when a sudden flash of light and a soft click came from behind him. He turned to see Beefy smiling with a camera.
"That's good buddy. That's good." Magnum was pleased. "Ok, you go heat up the shower -I'm going to finish up this mess." He rubbed a hand across Beefy's chest.
After Beefy disappeared in to the communal showers, Magnum gave the two a final thrashing. The thrashing he delivered was complete with broken ribs, loose teeth and puffy squinting eyes.
When he was done he leaned both of them against the lockers and let them be audience to his revelation about the joke.
" I figured that joke of yours out alright. It's funny when some ones' different, embarrassed or weaker than you, and you hurt them. So you want funny? You were weaker, at a disadvantage, embarrassed, and I hurt you. It was funny now wasn't it." Magnum jeered the two injured men, whom only groaned
" Hey that looks like it hurts." Magnum mocked concern as he pointed to the first man's face.
"Let me give you something to take care of the pain." And with that he delivered a knockout punch to each man leaving them unconscious. Standing he gathered up their clothes and dropped one of the photos of the two engaged in 'fagottry'. Throwing their clothes in to a toilet, he headed for the shower, and his love Beefy.
In the shower Beefy was washing the seed from his short brown fur, and the tears from his eyes, when Magnum strode in, tossing his shorts on to a small bench in the corner and walked warmly and confidently up to Beefy and took him in his arms. Chest to chest the two were quiet, surrounded by the sound of steamy warm water on tiles. It was Magnum that broke the silence.
" Are you ok?"
Beefy nodded quietly.
" I fell asleep.. they found me...like this. " Beefy scrubbed his rump some more.
" Did they touch you?"
" No." Beefy dreaded what would have happened to them if they had.
"I shouldn't have asked you to stay and wait for me." Magnum said after a moment.
" No magnum, I wanted to be their... when you came back."
"And that is why it's my fault, I should have been back right away."
"Magnum, I was scare, when they said you were... " The brown bull needed to say no more.
" No buddy, don't think like that... "
Beefy only looked in to the face of his love, his sorrowful eyes spoke the words.
" I'll quit tomorrow, you and me, we will go away from here." Magnum said smiling at the soothing affect the words had on Beefy.
" I owe you now, Magnum, I know how much you like to fight." said Beefy seriously.
" I am a bull of peace and war." Magnum said then kissed him on the forehead.
" So I owe you nothing?" Beefy asked mischievously.
" No, you still owe me, and I will collect now, I think." Magnum said, grinning as he pushed down on Beefy's shoulders.
End.