Spooktober: A Haunted Manor

(All characters are 18+. This is my final story in the spooktober series! At least for this year. It was so fun coming up with these ideas, and every sexy too :3. If you want stories similar to these, let me know! I'm always looking for new ideas. Anyways, enjoy????)

My grip tightened on the wheel and I squinted my eyes to better focus on the road. Buckets of water were being emptied all around and the sounds of it were deafening and echoing in my car. Driving through the road was like driving through a shallow river. It was coming down so hard my headlights were hardly lighting the way anymore. 'Why does it have to storm NOW?' I thought to myself as my car struggled through the rain and the wind. Occasionally a gust of wind would slam into my car and it'd make me readjust the wheel. I could tell my hands were sweating. Or was that just water seeping through my roof?

Thunder echoed in the distance. A flash of light illuminated the manor. At long last, I could finally see my destination. I slowed as I remembered that the dirt road would be coming up shortly. With the storm and how dark it is, it'd be easy to miss the long driveway. I just then saw the tall gate. Its bars were either collapsed, bent, or rusted beyond repair. At this point the gate wasn't even necessary. It couldn't even close and lock properly anymore. Well, at least from what I've heard anyways. I slowly pull in front of the gate.

Either side of the gate were two large broken down stone columns. The corners were chipped and several of the stone blocks were broken or missing. Despite being broken down, I could tell it used to be a magnificent gate. The arch above the gate was intricately designed and the front of each gate door was presumably a beautiful design. You really couldn't tell now, but I like to imagine it was an art piece.

I reached behind me and grabbed my umbrella and my drawstring backpack. After I shut off my car, I let off a loud sigh. 'It's only here to the front door. Nothing I haven't done before.' I psyched myself up before opening the door. Rain immediately splashed from the ground and bounced into my car. Quickly, I opened my umbrella and stepped out.

There was a river of water flowing either side of the now very rundown driveway. The water was a dark brown from all of the mud. I tightened my grip on the umbrella and headed towards the gate. As I thought, several bars of the gate were missing or bent enough for me to squeeze through. I couched down and began to step through the gate.

Luckily for me, my scrawny and skinny stature made it easy to slip through. That might be the first time I've had the thought that being a wimp actually helped me. I was always teased for being such a small guy. Sports were never something I could confidently do. Most sports guys were big, muscular and athletic, but I could never get big. Believe me, I've tried. At a certain point, I just accepted being small, short and weak. Girls weren't really into that either. I guess I could focus more on school and my interests, but I couldn't stop thinking about what it'd be like to be in a relationship.

My mind was on anything other than what I was doing out in the rain late at night on Friday October 13th. The day I picked was entirely intentional. There have been stories about the manor on 27th from people who visited. Strange sightings, misplaced objects, weird sounds emanating in and around the manor. People tried to camp out for several nights, but it never lasted more than one night. Some complained of a terrible headache and nausea, others complained and felt as if someone or something was watching them. There were a few who claimed to have seen something or that someone touched them when they were alone. I wanted to see these rumors myself. Perhaps that was just an excuse I justify to myself and others so I don't reveal truly why I chose this night at this manor: it is the perfect environment to continue my writing. What better place to write a horror story than to be in a creepy old manor with strange happenings?

As I approached the front door, the wind began to pick up. Instead of the rain coming straight down, it was now starting to blast my face from the side. The trees and branches whipped and snapped all around. Quickly, I began jogging towards the manor. My glasses were being pelted with rain drops, making me have to wipe them away to see. Thankfully, there was a small roof above the door. I tucked myself into the cubby of dryness. As I closed my umbrella, I took a look around the small patio. The concrete floor was cracked and chipped along with the columns holding up the ceiling. I sighed in relief when I saw that one of the double doors was partially cracked open. 'Gosh this is even tighter than the gate.' I thought to myself as I stared at the gap between the doors. I shoved my bag through the gap and used my umbrella like a wedge. With all my weight, I pushed into the umbrella, barely causing the door to budge.

When that only opened a couple of inches, I decided to try it. I pushed my umbrella through, then turned sideways and tried shimmying through the gap. 'One leg in. Halfway there.' As my body was almost pushed halfway in, my butt got stuck in the gap. I gripped either side of the door and pulled with all my strength. Just then, my body slipped through. The door just barely squeaked open right as I got stuck.

Despite being scrawny and skinny, for some reason my body decided to develop an ass. As if I wasn't already teased enough for being small, I have a plump butt to add on top of it. I sighed as I stood myself up from the floor. I tried wiping my hands of the dust, but the moisture from outside just made it stick. The darkness of the entrance was all consuming. Lighting striking was the only reason I could see where my bag was. I shuffled through my bag and grabbed out my flashlight.

As soon as I clicked it on, immediately I jumped and yelped. Right in front of me, in fact covering the lobby, were dozens of mannequins. My heart raced as I shined the light all across the darkness. I took a deep breath and took a closer look. 'Getting startled this easily isn't a good sign. But maybe it is.' I thought to myself. The thing that struck me was how... provocative the mannequins were. Unlike most mannequins you'd see in stores, these ones were quite detailed. And detailed in the ways you wouldn't expect. All of them were completely naked, but with intensive details on the shapes of the muscles. Not only that, but they all had genitals. Genitals that stood fully at attention as well. My eyes tried avoiding staring at the mannequins, but I honestly couldn't help it. They were so detailed.

Without any thought, I reached out and touched the chest of one of them. Even stranger, the material felt like silicone. It wasn't totally rock hard and I could squish parts of it. It felt eerily similar to a real body. I retracted my hand and shined the light around. Some of the mannequins were in different poses. They looked like nude figure models that people would draw and they were in similar poses as those models as well. 'Whoever had these made was a freak.' I thought to myself as I decided to move on. My eyes seemed to stay fixated on their crotches longer than I'd like to admit as I made my way out of the room. It just made me curious is all. I've never seen one so realistic... and hard. I shook the thoughts from my head as I made my way towards the stairs.

The rest of the lobby was definitely in rough shape. Torn sheets covered the furniture. Presumably at one point they were fully white, but now they're a yellowish color with some hints of brown. There were small puddles of water making the wood underneath rotted and weak. The wallpaper was torn and curled in some places revealing the wall behind it. A layer of dust covered mostly everything that wasn't exposed to water.

Just outside of the lobby, were spiral stairs leading up to the second floor. Rain trickled down from the roof through a broken window pane from above. The railing going up the stairs was surprisingly intact. It had a rose themed shape to it between the bars. The thorns and the vines connected each of the roses along with the handrail. Just as I began to take a step up the stairs, a piece of the wooden floor board snapped. I tumbled down and fell directly on the stairs. A sharp pain hit my ankle as I yelped out in pain. I took a seat on the stairs as I pulled my ankle from the floorboard. I rolled around on the stairs and winced in pain.

After a couple of minutes, the pain seemed to die down a little. I take a deep breath before deciding to try to stand. My hand rested on the handrail as I let my leg stay bent off the ground. Slowly, I lowered my leg. As I put weight on it, there was definitely some pain and discomfort, but it wasn't unbearable. 'Thank god it's not broken,' I thought. Going up the stairs was definitely not going to feel good, but I had nowhere else to stay in this manor that I knew was safe.

Slowly, step-by-step I made my way up the stairs. Each step made a loud creak, as if the stairs were groaning from being stepped on for the first time in a decade. On more than one occasion an excessively large drop of water landed on my neck. I was in the perfect position for droplets to punish me for being clumsy. I was happy that the railing was quite solid and still held up over the years. If it wasn't solid, I'd be tumbling down the stairs at this very moment. To be honest, I was fully prepared to crawl up the stairs if need be. Finally, I reached the top step.

The second floor was much different than the first. The biggest difference was how many different doors to different rooms there were. I swung around my backpack and shuffled through it. I grabbed the paper that I printed part of the blueprint of the manor on. Before I came, I tried my best to prepare myself. According to my makeshift map, the master bedroom should be all the way down the hall on the right side. Slowly, I hobbled my way towards it.

There were plenty of... odd paintings on the wall. By odd, I mean all of them were nudist paintings. Instead of regular portraits, everyone depicted was naked. In place of a beautiful landscape painting, was a beautiful landscape painting, but of course with some random naked guy in it. There was a painting with a deer on it drinking from the river with mountains in the background during a sunset. Of course on the left side was a naked man with a bow and arrow. Each and every painting had some random naked guy in it. On closer inspection, the random naked guy looked an awful lot like the mannequin's downstairs. This place is much less creepy than I had heard about. In fact, not one of the posts online talked anything about weird naked mannequins or naked portraits on the walls.

Come to think of it, there was no mention of mannequins at all. People talked about creepy paintings, but none mentioned anything about naked men in them. Also, the last post was someone who chained up the front door and locked it closed. There was something weird going on.

Finally, I reached the door. I twisted the doorknob and opened it. As I shined the light in the room, I let off a loud sigh. "Are you kidding me?!" I yelled in frustration. "It's not even the right room! How the hell is it not the right room?" I kicked the door and immediately regretted it. The sharp pain returned, this time stronger than before. It was some sort of changing room or closet. It had all of the shelves and the bars for clothes, but there were none around. I slammed the door shut in frustration. To my surprise, when I turned around another door began to creek open.

"Hello? Is someone there?" I shined my light towards the entrance of the door. Suddenly, things just got a lot creepier. Against my better judgment, I slowly made my way towards the door. My heart raced as I got closer. A ticking sound echoed and got louder as I got closer to the door. A creepy howling sound ensued as well as a scratching of wood. 'It's nothing. It's nothing. It's nothing.' I told myself.

I slowly peaked my head around the door and shined my flashlight in the room. I sighed when I saw the culprit. One of the windows in the room was open. The cord tie back of the curtain was hitting the wall from the wind blowing through the small gap. A squeak came from the curtain and a rat came scurrying out from underneath. 'Here I was getting scared of just some wind and a little rat. Maybe this place is as creepy as I thought.' I chuckled when I realized this was the master bedroom I was looking for.

I hobbled towards the window and closed it shut. The creepy howling and the ticking completely stopped. I tossed my bag on the queen size bed. It was one of those beds with those canopies on top and drapes hanging from the top. Surprisingly, the blanket and pillows looked almost brand new. 'Maybe someone left their sleeping stuff here when they got too spooked to stay.' They were white with more rose design on both the pillows and blanket. I hobbled to the bed and took a seat on it. Immediately I sank down and my body relaxed. A weirdly comfortable bed in this old manor? I decided not to question it and just accept my good fortune for once. Out of my bag I dug out some matches I decided to bring. From the stories I've heard of this place, there were tons of candles. I shined my light onto the dresser and bedside table. Sure enough, there were several candelabras scattered about. I used the match and started lighting a couple of them.

As I placed a few candelabras around the room, I became amazed at it. The bed canopy alone was made of dark wood and so very intricately designed. There were carvings of roses and bulls along with flowering plants. The dressers had a similar carving into them and their handles had a rose emblem on each drawer. The ceiling had 4 large tiles and each of them had different murals on them. Of course, they couldn't just be regular paintings. I sighed when even this beautiful room was tainted by more naked people. This time, each naked person in the murals was at least partially covered. They wore a very thin white robe that was painfully see-through. Some of the men lay in fields of roses while others simply had a rose in their mouth. One of the murals showed a naked man herding bulls with of course a rose in his hand. 'At least these ones are tasteful,' I thought.

Just before I sat back down on the bed, something caught my attention. Across the room, there was a white desk with a mirror on it. It had roses in the design, but this one had golden vines and thorns. One of the drawers was cracked partially open and my curiosity took over. Slowly, I opened the drawer. Inside there were two items: a heart shaped locket and a small diary. I grabbed out both items and sat down on the bed.

First I opened the locket. There were two pictures inside. Shockingly, the people depicted weren't naked for once. On one side of the locket was what looked like the same man that the mannequins were designed from and the man depicted in most of the paintings. On the other side was someone new. It was a girl with very short brown hair, wearing the locket around her neck. She wore dangling rose earrings. She was quite pretty with her soft skin, blushed cheeks, beautiful makeup, and her pretty blouse. Honestly, her facial features and hairstyle looked eerily similar to mine. If I wore makeup, we could be mistaken as twins.

Next I pulled over the old diary. The cover was a worn down brown leather with a faded rose metal emblem. A name in cursive was written in large letters on the first page: Jesse. I opened the first page. The writing was all in cursive and looked different than the modern cursive I've used before. It was much more stylized with great big letters and beautiful writing.

"Dear Diary,

This is it. My new start to my new life. My new home. My new man. The manor was even more gorgeous than I could have ever imagined. Oh and Henry was so welcoming and sweet..."

I flipped forward a few pages.

"Dear Diary,

Today marks one month since I started my new life. It sure has been an improvement over life at home. Henry has been nothing but loving and accommodating. He is such a breath of fresh..."

I skipped halfway through the book.

"Dear Diary,

I am uncertain if I did something to wrong him. Henry has been acting differently. Where once he embraced me warmly and with cheer, it turned into a simple hello or acknowledgement. He has replaced many of the paintings with ones of exclusively him in it. Not only that, but they are almost all provocative and lude. He stares at himself in the mirror longingly as if he watches the most beautiful creature basking in the light. The only moment of affection I receive is when he's in a mood. And when he's in a mood, he will only please himself. I do not get a single kiss or a warm embrace. Did I do something to displease him?"

I skipped towards the end of the diary. The last dozen pages are completely blank. There was one last entry.

"Dear Diary,

Today is my final day at this manor. It is my last evening with Henry. He spends his days commissioning new art pieces of himself and loving at himself in the mirror. He will not even so much as give me a kiss to sleep. The only affection he gives is when he desires to please himself using my body. He has his way then it is as though he completely forgets I am here. I am left to give myself the care I need and to satisfy myself. He will not stroke me or so much as give a look when I am aroused. We haven't had a simple conversation in weeks."

'Holy shit,' I thought to myself, 'he's not a girl!' I continued reading intrigued.

"I met a man that works down the street. He promised a free ride to wherever I need to go. He knows of Henry's ways and how he treats spouses. I'm going far away from here. I suggest anyone who finds this does the same. Henry will only ever love himself."

I set down the diary and thought about what I just read. The man in many of the paintings is named Henry. The "girl" in the locket wasn't a girl at all, but a lonely mistreated guy. This must be one of the most explicit writings of gay love from this time period! I promptly shoved the diary into my bag and grabbed my own notepad. This was as good a time as any to get to writing. Some parts of the diary gave me ideas for things to include in my own writing. New life. Devolving relationship. A good spouse turned neglectful. A great escape.

I lay on my stomach kicking my legs as I write in the moody candelabra lighting. The flame flickering on the wall. The patter of rain droplets on the window. Distant thunder echoing through the skies. Wind wailing throughout the halls. The manor settling, creaking, and groaning. As I thought, this was the perfect atmosphere.

Suddenly, I pop my head up from the bed. My notebook lay next to my face and my pen rolled against my side. 'Oh shit, I fell asleep,' I thought. The candelabra flickered in its last moments of light. The room felt strangely cold on my legs. I turned and looked behind me. 'What the hell?' I was only in my underwear with the waistband pulled partially down. No wonder I felt cold. 'I don't remember taking these off?' Weird. I shrugged it off. Usually I sleep naked so I must've just kicked them off in my sleep. Nothing I haven't done before. 'But if that was the case, why aren't my pants still on the bed?' I tried clicking on the flashlight, but nothing happened. Click. Click. Click. It's dead.

As I tried to sit myself up and roll over, my body felt suddenly crazy heavy. I pushed my arms on the bed with all my might. I raised about an inch, before collapsing back on the bed. There was a strong pressure on my back between my shoulder blades. I felt individual fingers and a warm palm. "Hello??" I yelled out. "Who's there?! Let me go!" I tried looking behind me, but my head was forced forward. My mind raced and my breathing quickened as I tried squirming away. Another hand grabbed my wrist. Then another grabbed my ankle. 'What is happening?' I was panicking under the pressure of multiple hands holding me down. I struggled and squirmed, trying to get out of the grip of these people holding me down. A hand grabbed the back of my neck and shoved me into the bed face first. My lack of musculature was really showing itself now. I couldn't even fight back if I wanted to.

There were at least 5 hands on my body at once. Despite this many hands, there was no weight other than my own on the bed. 'Are they standing all around me?' I felt a new hand join in. This one underneath my stomach. It forced me to raise my hips in the air. It slowly rubbed my stomach. The hand on my back began rubbing and massaging my back. Another hand joined in. This one started at my lower back. Slowly, it moved down, towards my butt. "Please stop! Let me go! I won't tell anyone I swear!" Again, no response. The hand continued moving until it reached one of my cheeks. It squeezed hard. "Nngh please!" I pleaded to no avail.

I didn't want to be touched like this. It was so embarrassing and lude. Then, I felt myself start to get hard. 'No no no! Not right now!' I begged myself to think of anything else. Another hand joined in and now there were two groping my ass. Each hand felt each of my cheeks differently. The one on the left was delicate and slow, but the one on the right was rough and desperate. "I don't want this!" I yelled out. As the hands continued, I felt myself growing hard. My dick was pressing against my underwear, begging to be let out.

The hands slid through the top of my underwear. As they moved down, they pulled my waistband down. "No no no!" Chills sent up my spine as I could feel the cool air brush against my bare ass. The hand on my stomach moved lower and lower, towards my crotch. I squirmed and tried moving once more, but all this did was cause the hands to grip tighter. "Don't... touch me... there!" The hand reached down until it wrapped itself around the base of my cock. Instinctively, I moaned out. I've never been touched like this before by another. I didn't want to admit... it felt good.

The hand on my dick slowly began moving up and down, milking my dangling cock. Moans escaped my lips as the other hands continued groping my ass. The rest of the hands on my body were rubbing me all over. Massaging my muscles. Delicately rubbing my skin. Squeezing my ass desperately.

Two hands reached underneath my shirt rubbed across my chest, towards my nipples. These hands were delicate and felt so smooth. The fingers slowly encircled my nipples. It gave my left a light pinch, making me moan out. The one on my right continued to rub in small circles around my areola. Suddenly I felt a finger too close to my hole. I instinctively jumped and tightened myself. "Not there! Please do anything but that. I like girls!" Seemingly, this gave it encouragement. A finger began to circle my clenched virgin hole. Butterflies flew in my stomach as I felt this new sensation. The finger lightly tapped my hole, causing me to relax myself. 'Why was I letting this happen? Why was I enjoying this?' The tip of the finger pressed inside of me and I moaned loudly. The hand stroking me moved faster and the fingers playing with my nipples moved vigorously.

Unintentionally, I was moving my hips in the same motion as the finger was moving around my hole. Just the tip of the finger slowly moved in and out of me. It felt so strange to have something push inside of me rather than push out. I couldn't believe that I was gripping something pushing inside of me. Then, I felt a warm wet liquid pour just above my hole. "What-what is that?" The finger trailed the wet liquid and the dripping so it leaked onto my hole. It pushed inside, this time met with much less resistance. Now, the finger pushed a knuckle deeper. I gripped the sides of the bed and winced slightly. My heart was racing like never before and I couldn't catch my breath. The finger pushed deeper until it hit something extremely sensitive. I moaned and whimpered as the finger started rubbing something inside of me.

My arms flailed and my hips bucked while moans came from deep within me. My chest rose and fell rapidly as I was getting fingering for the first time while getting stroked. The finger started pushing in and out rapidly now. I felt his palm smack against my ass each time he pushed it all the way inside of me. My cock throbbed and ached as I could tell it was leaking precum. His finger left my ass, giving me a moment to calm myself. Breathing slowed as I took full breaths.

Before I could come down from the feeling, the same warm and wet liquid met my hole. Now, two fingers rubbed around my entrance. "Wait! Please no more. You've had your fun. Just... let me go." I pleaded with the mysterious men. The fingers continued rubbing around my hole in circles. I couldn't help but to move my hips with the motion of the fingers. 'There's no way I'm grinding into this! I don't want this. I'm not gay,' I tried convincing myself. The fingers began to slowly press inside of me and I embarrassingly moaned. The extra girth made my hole grip tight around the fingers.

The hands on my body slowed their movements. They moved delicately and rubbed my body intimately and slowly. Suddenly, the massaging was paying off. I took a deep breath and allowed the hands on my body to relax me and please me. The hand on my dick slowly moved up and down, paying special close attention to my tip. I bit my lip to stop my noises.

Much to my surprise, I felt myself relaxing more. The two fingers inside of me moved in and out slowly. As it pushed deeper, I gripped the bed tighter. In real time, I could feel my body accommodating the width of a second finger. It pushed deeper, until it hit that sensitive spot from before. The moan that escaped me was high pitched and girly. My face ran red in embarrassment. 'Was I really enjoying it this much?' It pressed again on the same spot. A similar high pitched girly moan spewed out. Now, the fingers began to move quicker. The hands on my body returned to the pace and desperation as before. Fingers on my nipples gripped and pinched harder and the hand on my dick stroked faster, paying special attention to my sensitive tip. Wet sounds were coming from getting stroked and leaking precum like no tomorrow.

The fingers inside of me were moving just as rapidly as before. I felt his palm pressing against my ass each time his fingers pressed fully inside. Just then I felt something different. Something heavy, warm and cylindrical rubbed against my butt. It was the same texture as the hands. Now with the hands lessening their grip holding me down, I could turn my head. My heart dropped and all the blood left my face.

There were no people in the room. I panicked. My arms flailed and I began to scream. I tried my hardest to wiggle free from the grip of the many invisible hands, but it was to no avail. The hands gripped and put more force, holding me still. Just then, the last of the candelabra light dimmed out. To my horror, I could now see what was happening to my body. In the mirror from the desk, I could see sets of glowing translucent purple hands holding down my body. The fingers inside of me were coming from a hand connected to no arm. The wrists were cut flat off at the bottom. The panic heightened when I saw what was on my ass. A large translucent purple cock rested on my ass. It was almost as thick as my scrawny wrists being held down.

The fingers continued their invasion of my hole as I was being stroked and groped by these glowing purple hands. 'What is happening? Why is there no one there? How are the hands warm? What do I do?' A million thoughts raced through my head. Escaping wasn't an option anymore. Did I just have to accept what was happening to me?

The cock against my ass, slowly began to rub back and forth. It felt so heavy and so warm against me. I was scared. Fingers was the first thing it wants inside of me. Now it want to put its cock in me. It was all too much. It's so big. So thick. But it feels so warm against me. The fingers retracted from inside of me. Suddenly, I felt myself missing the sensation. The big cock rubbed back and forth nice and slow between my cheeks. My heart raced with anticipation. I didn't know what to expect. I didn't know how to take it. I didn't know if I could even take it.

The tip pressed against my awaiting hole and I groaned. Unintentionally, I rubbed my hole back and forth against the new potential intruder. 'What is happening to me? Why am I following along? I'm not gay,' I thought to myself. Again, the tip pressed against my hole, this time with more pressure. I felt my hole give way, and his tip pressed just slightly inside of me. It was definitely thicker than the two fingers. The added wetness of my hole made the discomfort lessened. Just then, I felt more of the warm wet liquid on my hole. A lot more. I looked into the mirror once more.

The liquid was the same purple color as the hands and the cock. There was now a hand stroking the floating cock, rubbing in the purple liquid. I watched as the cock pressed forward, against my hole. I tried my best to relax myself, and allow it inside, just like the fingers. The tip pressed forward, then retreated back. Pushed forward, slightly inside, then back. My moans were uncontrollable now. "Please... just... get it over with." I begged. I couldn't believe I'm begging for it to happen now. 'Is this what gay men feel like?'

The tip pushed until finally, it pressed all the way inside. I groaned and gripped the bed as the thick tip was finally inside of me. It was a little uncomfortable, but now I wanted more. My desire began to finally take over. Against my better judgement, I slowly pushed my own hips back against the cock pressing inside of me. My hole stretched and I winced from discomfort. The hand on my cock stroked rapidly as the fingers played with my nipples intimately. The cock continued pushing inside of me. I watched in the mirror as it slowly disappeared inside of me. I felt myself holding my breath as it moved deeper.

I moaned and groaned loudly when the cock slowly began pulling itself out of me. My hole unintentionally gripped around the cock. It was as if my body wanted this. Needed this. My own hole was trying to pull a cock inside of it. Before I could plead for it to push inside, it was already moving. I gripped the sides of the bed as it pressed onward. Everything was feeling so good. I was so unbelievably turned on. My cock throbbed and ached while the hand continued stroking. Then, the tip hit that special sensitive spot for the first time. The hand let go of my cock. I felt it throb and twitch. The tip rubbed against that spot, slowly, back and forth. I started bucking my hips and my cock pulsated. Shot after shot of cum left my cock in powerful spurts. My hips bucked wildly against the cock while I came just from the cock in my ass.

My knees buckled and I collapsed into the bed. My groin landed in the puddle of cum underneath me. My mind went blank and my body totally relaxed. It was like I temporarily left that moment. I was sent back to reality once I felt the cock still inside of me begin to move. My softening dick lay underneath me angled towards my legs in the pool of my own cum. Now, I was fully laying down flat on my stomach. My ass was still partially arched as the cock began to thrust slowly back and forth.

I could feel my hole loosening and accommodating the thick cock with every thrust. The tip would press against my sensitive spot and then slightly thrust back and forth, stimulating it beyond belief. Just before it would pull out, the cock would shove its way as deep as it could inside of me. I never felt something so thick and deep in me. Slowly, my dick started getting hard once more. The cock inside of me alone was enough to get me hard again. I pushed my hips against the cock each time it pulled away from me.

The pace of the thrusting quickened and the hands on my body became more desperate. The hand on my lower back slid lower and lower until the fingers met the outside of my hole. They spread my cheeks and my hole while the cock was fucking me. It felt so exhilarating being touched while getting fucked at the same time. I felt so desired and so good. The speed of the thrusts was almost becoming too much. My moans were uncontrollable and my hole aching from the sensation. The cock slammed deep inside of me and started to spasm. The hands stopped moving as the cock started filling me with cum. I could feel each and every spurt from the cock emptying its cum inside of me.

The hands and the cock slowly withdrew from my body. My sense of reality began to dim as I could hardly keep my eyes open. The sudden tiredness overwhelmed me. The last thing I remember was a blanket sliding up my body.

Slowly, I raised my head. It was still dark in the room. My dick and groin felt wet, so I uncovered the blanket. A puddle of cum was right in front of my dick and balls. I reached around to feel my butt. Weirdly, there was no cum. Everything felt... normal. Next to the pillow was my underwear and pants folded up along with a towel. 'Maybe it was just a wet dream. Damn these nudist art pieces.' Part of me felt like this wasn't the case. It all felt so real. I could still almost feel the hands on my body and the cock inside of me.

I clicked on the flashlight and it turned on with no problem. 'I could've sworn it was dead. Maybe I really did imagine it.' I've been known to have wet dreams, but nothing compared to this. Even if it was real, who would believe that story? I used the conveniently placed towel to wipe off my cum and then got dressed. After I gathered all of my things in my bag, I hobbled my way to the door.

As I entered the hallway, I was confused. 'This is the door I originally thought the master bedroom was.' I hobbled down the hall and checked the door that mysteriously opened on its own. It was the closet from before. Something wasn't right. Maybe I wasn't right in the head. The pain of my ankle was still there, so at least I didn't imagine that happening.

By the time I reached the bottom of the stairs, the manor began to become illuminated from the rising sun. 'I really did spend the whole night here, huh.' I was startled when I reached the lobby. All throughout the lobby were the mannequins from before, but also there were many tall life sized mirrors standing upright. It was like a poorly put together mirror maze in a carnival.

The mannequins were just as detailed as I remembered. Fully formed and sculpted muscles. Attention to detail only an artist would accomplish. Of course, upright erect cocks on each and every one of them. Weirdly, the only difference between the mannequins was their dick sizes. Some were average, others were small, while many of them seemed quite large. I gigged as I placed my hand on one of the dicks. I pulled it down before releasing it. It bounced up and downJust like a regular cock would. Even the physics of a real cock was so real. 'These were definitely used as sexy toys,' I gigged at the thought.

As I squeezed myself between the mannequins moving towards the door, I could feel myself blushing. I knew they weren't real, but with how realistic they looked it definitely felt real. The strong muscles and clearly defined masculine features along with all of the erect cocks around me was pretty hot. My own bulge grew as I rubbed against the mannequins. Occasionally, one of the cocks would rub or press against me. It made my heart pound being so close to something so very naked.

Just before I could make my way past the mannequins, I felt a hand grip my arm. Immediately I yelped and screamed out when its grip didn't lessen. I looked up in horror to see that the mannequin I just touched reached and grabbed my arm. The mannequin moved jaggedly and stumbled like it had just learned to walk. The staggered movements was like something trying to imitate as human. My mouth dropped open as I watched each and every single mannequin begin to move on its own. They all stepped towards me with the same jagged movements. Some of them collapsed on the floor before slowly standing back up.

The mannequins closed in closer and closer to me. Without much time, I was completely surrounded. Two closest to me grabbed each of my arms and pulled me hard into them. My body flung into their arms as they wrapped themselves around me. I could feel the cock pressing against my stomach as I felt hands grip my ass.

The mannequins moved closer still. I felt hands grip onto my body and pinch at my clothes. As they grabbed hold, their movements became more aggressive. I could feel the fabric of my clothes being pulled tight against my body. Soon, I could hear the tears of fabric across my body. The cool breeze brushed against my body being exposed. In one final tear, all the clothes were torn off my body. All that I was left in was just my underwear. I tried covering myself in embarrassment, but the mannequins forced my arms away.

A hand gripped my bare chest and squeezed one of my nipples. Another hand grabbed my ass and began to grope it. The mannequins added more and more of their hands to my body. They rubbed intimately, but with strong desperation. When a mannequin gripped my bulge I moaned instinctively. 'How embarrassing is this? Being just barely touched is making me moan. Surely I don't like this?' I tried reasoning with myself. But as I continued to be groped, the growing feeling of desire began to take over.

My mind focused on how good it felt to be desired and wanted. Their hands moved as if they needed my body. The grip on my arms loosened as I saw the mannequins around me begin to stroke themselves. All around me were cocks being stroked, some just from the mere sight of me. Against my better judgment, I reached out and touched one of the cocks in front of me. It didn't feel 1:1 to a normal human cock. It was much harder and it didn't behave like how skin actually would. The weird thing about it though was they felt warm. Just as warm as a real cock. Slowly, I stroked a cock with each of my hands.

The hands on my waist pulled down, forcing me to drop to my knees. A mannequin directly in front of me began to step forward. Its cock swayed with every step and my eyes locked onto it like I was being hypnotized. Its hand cupped my cheek as its cock moved closer to my lips. I parted my lips, anticipating what was coming next. It would be my first time having a cock in my mouth, despite it not being a real cock. I decided to think of it as the real thing.

The cock slid past my lips and into my mouth. As it slid on my tongue, I was shocked to find that it had no taste to it. I was expecting a silicon taste to it like how it looked. Slowly, I wrapped my tongue around the girth and let the cock slide smoothly between my lips. I bobbed my head back and forth slightly, but the length made it so I couldn't bob too much. Since it was my first time, I didn't know exactly what I was doing. Consciously I tried to be mindful of my teeth, but it was girthier when in my mouth. My own cock throbbed while I sucked off this mannequin. 'Does it even feel pleasure? Can it see what I'm doing?' I wondered as I sucked the mysterious cock.

Suddenly, my head was forced forward by a hand until the cock was shoved into my throat. Immediately, I began to gag and choke on the sudden invasion in my throat. It grabbed my hair and began using my throat like a cock sleeve. I tried my best to relax my body, but it was hard while my throat was being pummeled. My eyes began to water as I gagged more. I wasn't sure how much more of it I could handle at this fast pace. The hand pulled my head back until finally the cock left my throat. I gagged and coughed heavily as I tried catching my breath. The cock rubbed against my face as if it was waiting for me to continue.

Without second thought, I took the cock back in my mouth. I was throbbing and aching while pleasing this cock. I couldn't believe I actually wanted to suck a cock this badly. My head moved back and forth quickly, without being forced to take it. Once again I grabbed a cock in each hand and stroked them while sucking another off. The hands from other mannequins continued their groping of my body. My nipples were being rubbed along with my entire chest. The hands would at times rub down towards my stomach, just above my waistband. My cock throbbed each time the waistband was touching. I could feel how desperate I was growing for more.

Once more, a hand gripped my hair and forced me to throat the cock. This time, I didn't gag nearly as much. It shoved in and out of my throat, making such wet loud sounds each time. I found myself thoroughly enjoying getting my throat used by a cock. My eyes continued to water and despite my best efforts I still would gag, but it was so erotic. I tried to open my mouth as wide as I could to accommodate this cock. Each time my head was forced to take it, my nose was pushed into the groin of the mannequin. It was so unbelievably hot being used and dominated.

One of the mannequins began to rub my bulge. Its ran ran up the full length while its fingers gripped around my cock. My tip would get lightly squeezed and rubbed in small circular motions. Even from just this small amount of touching I could feel my cock leaking. The mannequin was delicate but moved with desire. It felt so good to be touched by someone else, even if it wasn't an actual person. Another hand began to press its finger against my still covered hole. I wanted them to rip off my underwear just like they did my clothes. Leave me a naked throbbing mess just waiting to be touched.

Slowly, I felt my waistband being tugged and pulled down off of me. My cock bounced as it was released from my last line of defense. Immediately, a mannequin wrapped its hand around my bare cock and stroked my while I continued to suck and stroke. With how leaky I was, its hand could easily stroke me and pay special attention to my tip. It was like the mannequins knew exactly what made me feel good.

The mannequin the I was sucking off became more aggressive. It began thrusting rapidly in and out of my throat while forcing my head into its thrusts. Tears rolled down my face and some drool leaked out of the corners of my mouth. My body struggled against my own gagging and the growing need to get air. It slammed its cock deep into my throat as it throbbed hard. I was forced to swallow as cum began filling my throat. It was all too much to swallow. Cum leaked around the cock and out of my mouth. The mannequin let me go so I could breathe once more. I coughed and gasped for air as the leftover cum ran down my chin.

Before I had much of a chance to recover, a set of hands grabbed my waist and forced me forward. I reached my arms out to stop myself from falling face first. The hands pulled my waist up so now I was on my hands and knees. The aggression and sudden forceful movement scared me but also turned me on. I yelped as my ass was slapped hard. I look behind me to see a mannequin already on its knees directly behind me. It was stroking its cock as it got closer to me. My heart pounded as I anticipated what was to come. Rather who was to cum.

Getting fucked earlier felt better than any pleasure I have felt. I shook my ass back and forth, trying to entice the cock behind me. The mannequin grabbed my hips and pulled me back into its groin. I felt it hard thick cock pressed against my eager ass. It felt so right to have it pressing against me. Throbbing. Warm. Thick. Just like the first cock I took.

A warm liquid dripped on my ass and leaked down twoards my hole. A finger rubbed it in around my hole before pressing the tip of it inside. Slowly it began to tease me. It would smack its finger lightly on my hole, making me groan, desperately wanting more. I moved my ass in the same circular motion as the finger on my hole. When it ever so slightly pushed inside of me, I pressed back against it. I missed the feeling of something inside of me. I needed to feel it again.

Another finger joined in and was now fingering me with just the tips of its two fingers. i pushed myself back against it, forcing the fingers deeper inside of me. The fingers picked up their pace as the mannequin felt my eagerness for more. Once again I moaned wildly when I felt the fingers hit my prostate. It slowly rubbed against it and moved its fingers in and out. My hips were bucking to the rhythm. it felt so damn good. I didn't even want my cock touched at this point.

Just as I got used to the feeling, the fingers left me. I almost whimpered and begged for them again. Before I could, it slapped it thick heavy cock against my hole. Slowly it rubbed the tip over my hole and gave just enough pressure. It was thicker than the two fingers by more than double the fingers girth. Just the tip being so thick was intimating but oh so sexy. The mannequin slapped my ass as it continuously thrusted its tip against my hole.

"Please..." I pleaded, "give it to me!"

The tip pressed harder until my hole gave way to it. I moaned as the feeling of cock began to stretch me. It pushed slowly, forcing more of its thick cock inside. I winced in discomfort, but I knew the pleasure was soon to come. This time around, my hole has already been thoroughly used, so it was moving much easier. Something about that felt so slutty. My hole gave less resistance from already used by a big thick cock mere hours ago. It was like I was never meant to fuck, but to get fucked.

The groin of the mannequin pressed against me as I bottomed out on the cock. I shook my hips back and forth while the cock was pressed deep inside of me. The mannequin gripped my hips as it began to move its cock. Slowly, it pulled almost all the way out with just the tip inside. It then shoved its entire length deep inside. I moaned loudly and winced. I wasn't expecting such a sudden thrust. Once again, it slowly pulled itself out. I tensed as I anticipated a powerful thrust. It slammed into my once more, forcing my body forward. Despite not being fully used to this cock, I took it anyway.

Each thrust started slow then aggressively slammed into me. The mannequin used my hips as handles as it continued. It was so much harder and aggressive than the first cock I took. The slowness at the beginning of the thrust faded as it fucked. Now, each thrust was hard, deep, and aggressive. My hole gripped on the cock with every thrust. My own cock throbbed and ached.

A mannequin stepped in front of me. Its cock was smaller than the others, but wasn't too small. The mannequin placed its fingers gently on my chin and rubbed my cheek with the other. It was such a sharp contrast to being fucked hard and aggressively from behind. It moved its cock closer to my mouth. Without a second thought I took it in my mouth. The mannequin continued to hold my face and gently rub.

From behind, I was being slammed hard still. The pace seemed to have quickened even more than before. It was almost too much for me to take. My ass was being slammed into and my hole being stretched open to fit the big cock. Each thrust forced my body forward. If it weren't for the cock in my mouth, I'd be moaning like a total slut. Even with the cock in my mouth, my whimpers slipped through. With one last powerful slam, I felt the cock inside of me begin to convulse. It shot spurt after spurt deep inside of me, filling me with its cum. The mannequin I was sucking off still held me delicately while being bred.

I felt the cock slip out of me and cum leaked from my well used hole. Before I could get a chance to react, I immediately felt a new set of hands grabbing me. They grabbed my hips and forced me to spin around. The cock in my mouth was forced away as I was turned onto my back. With this new view I could see all of the mannequins surrounding me. The one in front had a similarly big cock. It began to press its cock against my own. My precum leaked to make it easier to rub our cocks together. The difference in size was very noticeable and a sense of embarrassment started peaking. 'Even a fake cock is bigger than my real one,' I thought to myself. I never thought of the size difference when I was being fucked, but now it was obvious. That made it all the more sexy.

It wrapped its hand around both of our cocks and started stroking them together. The feeling of my cock rubbing against another felt so very sensual and almost taboo. Something about this felt even more gay than being fucked. The wetness of my cock made it easier to stroke us both. I couldn't believe how much I was leaking from this pleasure. It started feeling better as my tip became more sensitive. The mannequin cupped our tips in its hand and moved in circular motions. My hips moved in unison. Precum was leaking from the mannequin's cock too, making us wet leaking messes.

Two mannequins crawled closer to me and began feeling my body. Their hands rubbed and gripped my chest and my nipples. They ran up and down my body while I rubbed my cock against another. All of the sensations on top of each other were overwhelming me. My nipples even felt sensitive. Moans escaped my lips and my breathing became heavier. I couldn't help but to squirm with my sensitive areas being pleased. Fingers were pressed against my lips. Without thinking, I opened my mouth and sucked them like it was a cock.

I bucked my hips harder as I felt myself getting closer. The mannequin was now rapidly stroking both of our wet cocks. I thrusted into its hand until I felt myself on the edge. My body gave one last thrust before I felt myself cumming. Spurts of cum launched from my cock into the air before coating my stomach in my cum. I came so hard a spurt hit me in the chin. The mannequin continued stroking our cocks together. Suddenly, it stopped as the cock began to cum right here. I felt even more cum shoot onto my stomach and onto my softening cock.

Without any chance to recover, another mannequin started taking its place. This time it grabbed me and pulled me on top of it while it lay next to me. I felt its hard throbbing cock against my hole. Now I was laying on top with the both of us on our backs. Before I had a chance to react, it began pressing its cock inside of me. It felt thinner than the previous cock, I didn't even need any preparation. It grabbed my hips and started bouncing me on its cock.

Another mannequin crawled on its knees approaching me. It dropped its cock against my own as it rubbed slowly back and forth. Slowly, it rubbed its cock lower until it was just above my hole. My heart sank when I realized what it wanted. "No please! There's no way that'll fit! I can't--" A cock was shoved into my mouth, presumably to shut me up. I felt its cock pressing against my hole as the other fucked me. As it pressed onward, I winced in pain. My hole was being stretched as a second cock was trying to force its way into my hole. The thrusts slowed as they cooperated together to fuck me at the same time. I tried to find something to grip while getting split in half by two cocks.

The mannequin with its cock in my mouth started thrusting harder and faster. It slammed itself into my face and into my throat. The two cocks inside of my hole were continually shoving their way deeper into me. I felt like such a slut being used by three different cocks at the same time. The cum inside of me was being used as lube while being stretched like never before. Slowly, they could start to thrust as I got used to the girth. As one cock pushed in, the other pulled out. They were synchronizing themselves. The feeling of discomfort faded as I accepted what was happening to me. My gagging lessened as I got better at throating cock and my wincing was replaced with pleasure.

The cocks inside my ass thrusted faster and my hips were forced to take it. Before long, I could feel myself being filled with cum once more. Both cocks came together inside of me. As they slowly pulled out, even more cum leaked from my hole. The cock thrusting into my face slammed down inside of my throat. Its cock pulsed and shot cum down my throat. The angle made it so I was forced to swallow it all. The mannequins backed away so I was left a complete mess.

One mannequin began to walk closer as the others walked away back to their original spots. This time, it actually had a face. I gasped when I realized it was the same face from the locket. Instead of a mannequin and moving stiff, it walked like a man. Its face moved and had expression. It was no mannequin, this was Henry.

His cock was definitely larger than the others. It looked exactly the cock that fucked me in the bedroom. He stopped in front of me and leaned down, wrapping its arms around my torso. Seeing Henry in person showed his beautiful looks much better than any painting ever could. Slowly, he picked me up off the ground with his arms wrapped around me. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and legs around his waist. Being wrapped around this gorgeous man with his arms around me felt so right. I had never felt so wanted and desired than at this moment. I liked this feeling more than holding a woman.

Henry leaned in and planted his lips against mine. Immediately, I sank into his kiss. His lips pressed and played with my own, while also taking control. All I could do was follow his lead. His tongue danced with my own and he held my tight to his body. It felt so much more intimate being able to have a moment like this with another man. Getting fucked my invisible cocks or faceless mannequins was hot, but this felt almost romantic. His hands rubbed my back gently as the kiss ensued.

Slowly, he loosened his arms from around me. I held on tight while his hands ran down my body, closer to my ass. His hands gripped each cheek hard as his left hand continued downward. I felt the tip of his cock begin to press against my hole. He continued kissing me as he slowly started pushing his big cock back inside of me. This time, it slid in so much easier. He let go of my ass so I slowly slid down his cock. With very little resistance, his cock was fully pressed inside of me. I could feel his groin and his balls press against me.

His hands traveled up my body until they stopped at my waist. His fingers wrapped around my waist and gripped me tightly. Slowly, he pushed me away from his cock. Just before it slipped out, he pulled my hips closer. Even though I got fucked by two cocks at once, he still felt so thick. The slow intrusion of my ass continued as his lips planted themselves on my lips once more. He kissed deeply and intimately as his cock moved in and out of me. I wrapped my arms and legs tighter around him.

The pace started moving faster as he pushed and pulled my hips. The sound of my ass plapping against him was all I could hear. Now, he was thrusting into me while using my hips as handles. My moans were covered by his intense kissing. Him being strong enough to hold me up while fucking me was immensely attractive. I always wanted to fuck someone like this, but I'm too scrawny and weak. It was a shock that I was the one to be fucked while being held. Something about it happening this way makes it even better than I could imagine. My lips slipped off his as I let my moans out.

He began walking forward until my back collided with the wall. Now he could really pound into me. The mirror across the room made it so I could see him thrusting into me. I watched his ass tense with each thrust and his muscles move. Seeing myself being fucked like this was so very sexy. His thrusts slammed me into the wall as he pressed his head against mine. He grunted and breathed deep with each thrust, getting further into the moment. His grunts and heavy breathing was so sexy to hear. I could tell he felt so good and wanting this so badly.

The moans that escaped from me were wild and high pitched. I was getting fucked like a girl and sounding like one too. My own cock hardened once more and rubbed between our stomachs with each thrust. The cum still on my stomach made it feel good having my cock rub between us. Henry's hand ran up my body and towards my neck. His fingers wrapped lightly around my neck as he thrusted in me. His fingers would press ever so slightly on my throat. I had never gotten choked like this before and my god did it make everything better. The force and the aggression that ramped up from this man was sexy. He could do whatever he wanted to me. I wanted him to use me how he saw fit.

His thrust became slower, but more powerful. My entire body reacted in each thrust, bouncing up. Each thrust made him grunt and made me moan. Finally, with one last thrust and grunt, I felt his cock pulsing inside of me. Immediately his lips planted on mine as his cock filled me for the last time. With each spurt he thrust, breeding me deep.

He stood holding me and kissing me for some time. His softening cock began slipping out of me. Having his cock inside of me even as he softened was so sexy. Slowly, his grip along with my own loosened. My legs reached the ground as I began to unwrap my arms from Henry.

Sunlight beamed in the manor from the many holes in the walls. As the light touched areas of the manor, things began to disappear. The mannequins began to become translucent and fade in the light. The many paintings of nude men in it faded as well to reveal a different painting. I looked down at Henry to see the sunlight slowly travel up his body. Just like everything else in the manor, he too began to fade. One last time he planted his lips on my own. My hands gripped his cheeks as I felt him fading in my very touch. He broke away and smiled, before he completely faded.

I write this now, weeks after and still can't forget the feeling of him fading away. I have considered posting this to the forum, but they wouldn't believe me. I would end up just sounding like some weirdo with a fucked up fanfic. Since then, I have tried revisiting the manor. With the snow piling on the broken roof and snow flakes falling through the gaps, it was difficult to stay. Each time I have visited, I looked for any sign of anything paranormal. But really I was looking for any sign of Henry. Was it weird that I was searching for a ghost? Or did I just imagine the whole thing? Maybe.

I find myself unable to write the original story I had planned before visiting the manor on 27th. My thoughts when I write are only about what happened on that Friday the 13th. Maybe I'll never see or experience that again. I find myself missing the touch and the feel of being toyed with and fucked. Missing the feeling of an intimate kiss while riding a big cock. Missing the feeling of Henry. Maybe some day I'll find myself back there in the same experience. Or maybe that was a once in a lifetime experience.

(Thanks for reading! Let me know what you enjoyed, or what you think I can improve on. Also, give me more ideas to write! New ideas are always welcome.)