Fucked in Buck Knob Manor

As I was getting older, the time when Halloween was fun faded away into a distant memory. Gone were the days of dressing up in costumes and trick-or-treating up and down the neighborhood with friends and family. I was a young man now, 19-years old and in college.

But this year, Halloween fell on a weekend and my friends wanted to rekindle the memories. Buck Knob Manor was a haunted house that had been around for years, but this was the first year we were old enough to visit. I was never big into haunted houses. For the most part, I found them to be corny and seldom scary. But I didn't want to spoil the mood and I reluctantly agreed.

To be granted entry, minimum age was 18 and a costume was a must. Since this was our first trip to what was previously a taboo spot, we decided to wear stereotypical sexy female costumes. Sure, I was a shy and fairly modest guy, but I had whined so much about going that I wanted to make it up to my buddies. So I decided it would be wise to dress up as a schoolgirl, complete with a short, plaid red skirt and a knotted, button-down short sleeve white top. I finished it off with a pair of black high heels.

"Uhh... Jess, I think you took the assignment way too seriously, bro," Mark, one of my buddies remarked.

"Why you dressed like a tranny hooker?!" Rob teased. They both nearly died of laughter. My face turned beet red as I kept tugging at my skirt. My slender figure and long, shapely legs could fool most anyone at first glance. Wearing these 4" heels, I was standing 5'8 and I weighed a measly 135 lbs. My petite body was naturally smooth and my dark, curly hair only added to the feminine look. It was like I was made to wear this costume.

What made it even more awkward were the number of whistles and lewd remarks random men were shouting at me as they drove by. We finally arrived at the haunted house and made our way to the entry. "Not nearly as many people as I thought," I said.

"Yeah... guess not as big a hit as they were hoping," Mark agreed. The clerk at the window peered at us, trying his best to match our faces with our IDs before letting us enter.

The so-called manor was styled like a Victorian mansion. There was a grand central staircase lined with mirrors and vintage portraits and furniture. It was supposed to be set in the 1800s. The "horror" was mostly a sequence of jump scares at various points.

For the most part, I was doing pretty well walking in my heels. But they were certainly not the most comfortable footwear and I found myself wishing I had worn sneakers. After finishing the first floor, we climbed up the grand staircase where we were met with a ghostly butler.

"Welcome, good lads! Congratulations on surviving our parlor level. Now, we shall see if you can make it through our bedroom level unscathed," his fake British accent was terrible.

He pointed to several doors that lined the long hallway, "Each of you must pick a door to enter. You can only enter as the exit is on the other side of the room. This is a solo journey. Once all three of you have completed your quests, you will re-unite in our mausoleum.

We looked at each other, the tension was starting to build. This was not what we expected and the age requirement made more sense now. "I'll go first," Mark spoke up and walked up to one of the doors. He opened it and entered cautiously before disappearing completely as the door shut behind him. Rob walked over to another door and entered and I watched as he glanced at me before he too, disappeared.

Nervous and now even more unsteady in my high heels, I slowly made my way to another closed door. I glanced back to look at the butler, but he was gone. My hands shaking, I slowly opened the door and stepped in. The door shut behind me, locks engaged. I was trapped and my only way out was through the room.

A fireplace burned with a soothing crackling sound, its flames lit up the large room as its shadows danced on the walls. It was obvious that this was meant to be a bedroom. It was opulently appointed, with a four-poster bed at the center. Adorned with curtains and ornate woodwork, it looked the part of a Victorian bed. There was a large wardrobe against one wall and a large mirrored dresser against another.

I edged in slowly, cautiously, anticipating my next jump scare. As I made my way to the center of the room, a deep voice jolted the soul out of me.

"Arr! Who dares enter my quarters?!" I turned around only to see an angry-appearing giant man dressed like the captain of a pirate ship. He was donning a tricorn hat and wore a loose-fitting shirt with his sleeves rolled up. A pair of knee-length trousers and black boots completed the outfit. He looked like an older man, probably early 60s, gruff and hairy. He stood around 6'2 and was barrel-shaped with thick, hairy arms and even thicker legs.

"Mmm," his gruff face softened before smirking, "looks like this pirate booty got lost."

I gulped as I looked up at him. Sure, this was part of some horror skit, but my god was he actually menacing! I really did feel like a damsel in distress wearing my short skirt and heels. My knees kept buckling from a mix of fear and the stupid heels.

He studied me up and down, focusing on my knotted shirt then my skirt and long legs. "Not many dare to enter my quarters," he started, "most are simply too scared of Captain Pugwash!"

He stepped into the light towards me. "You see, the only way out is through me," he grinned, flashing his gold fillers.

"Ugghh!" I thought to myself, "he's one ugly-looking creeper!"

He threw off his hat, revealing his massive bald head. I bit my lower lip as I gawked up at him, watching in horror as he undid his trousers and let them fall to the floor. I gasped as I looked down between his legs at his large, thick dick. Its bulging veins snaked through the shaft, topped off by a thick, red mushroom head.

"On your knees, young lad, captain's orders!"

My nipples hardened, my body shivered. What else was I to do?

I slowly dropped to my knees and looked up at the captain. He grabbed his dick with one hand and clamped the top of my head with the other as I opened my mouth. Letting out deep growls, he slowly plunged himself into my mouth. I had never even thought about having a dick in my mouth before, let alone the experience itself.

Yet I had an apparent talent for it as evidenced by the sounds he was making as my mouth formed a tight ring around his dick. He put both hands on my head as he thrust in and out of my mouth. I reached up and grabbed his dick, but he swatted it aside. "No hands! Keep those pretty dark eyes on me!" he barked. Saliva and pre-cum dripped out of my mouth and on to my skirt and exposed thighs.

"Grrr... arrrghhh! Oh fuck, gonna make me blow!" he abruptly pulled out. "On your feet!"

I slowly got to my feet, wiping the saliva away from my mouth. "I love me some sexy school boys pretending they're girls!" He came closer to me before ripping my shirt open. "Oh Jesus, those are tiny little nips," his mouth-breathing drowned out the fireplace.

"Ummmphh!" I let out a soft whimper as he thumbed my nipples gently, his hands cupped around my small breasts. I kept biting my lower lip while gazing up at the giant old man who was groping me, strangely hoping he was going to do more.

"Mmmm... you enjoy this, don't ya?!" he growled like a hungry animal. He ripped off my shirt completely and pushed me back on to the bed, "Time for me to enjoy my plunder. Open your legs, lad!"

I did as I was told. Topless and timid, I watched him as he ripped off his own shirt, revealing his thick hairy body. He laid down between my legs and sniffed me and kissed my inner thighs before tossing my heels and pulling off my skirt and underwear.

"You ever got your dick sucked?"

"N-n-noo, sir," I stammered.

"Captain," he corrected me.

"Sorry, n-n-noo captain," I was able to get just before he dove in and swallowed my 5" dick whole.

"Unnnhhh! Oh gosh!" My smooth hairless body squirmed helplessly as I could only gaze down at his massive head between my thighs. He was doing things to me I had never imagined, the ecstasy was nearly unbearable at times. He shoved a finger into my ass and began massaging my prostate. My thighs clamped shut around his head as my back arched. He then tortured me further by reaching up and playing with my nipples. I squealed as I felt myself cum.

Sweaty and exhausted I lay there, too tired to resist him as he continued to suck me dry. "Time to take possession of my booty!"

I looked on in horror as he pushed my legs up and threw them over his shoulders. "Ohh god! Oh goddd!" I screamed through gritted teeth as he began pushing his thick dick inside of me. "Nooo... oh captain... ohh captain, you're huge!"

Calling him captain and pleading with him only made him hornier and more animalistic. There was no stopping him and good on his word as he began thrusting in and out of me, the sound of our bodies clapping together rhythmic. My screams and pleas for him to stop turned to moans as I begged him for more.

I felt his body surge as he squared up before one massive thrust. He collapsed on top of me and my legs clamped around his hips as he impregnated me. His deep growls and grunts intensified as he filled me deep with his cum. My own hips bucked and my toes curled as I screamed. He made me cum twice, this one even more spectacular than the first. I dug my fingers into his shoulders just as we finished. We looked into each other's eyes before making out wildly.

Without warning, he rolled off of me and collapsed next to me briefly before getting up and disappearing into the darkness. A door closed and I heard another unlock. Sticky and defiled, I slowly got up and pulled on my now torn costume before making my way to the exit door.

"Damn, what took you so long?!" Mark and Rob looked me up and down. "You look like hammered shit? You wrestle a bear in there?"

I smiled feebly, "Ha, something like that." My ass burned like fire, the captain's cum was starting to drip out and down my thighs as we made our way back home.

Halloween was starting to become fun again.