by Hunter, Kiran; Gregory, Elin; La Roche, Tristram; Hartsock, Dianne; George, Reneé
Pulling away, Matthew kept his arms resting on Travis's shoulders. “It's okay to be scared,” he said in parting as he opened the door. “That's why people come here.”
Matthew took Travis's jacket, promising its safe return after the tour concluded, then gave him a gentle push. Travis staggered into the dark corridor. The door slammed shut behind him and he heard a piercing scream. Instinctively, he reached out to find a wall and brace himself. The pure darkness, the complete absence of light, kept him off balance. He walked forward, picking up his feet to avoid tripping on any unknown obstacle.
He'd barely walked four steps when the strobe light began. At first just one bright blast of light, then a few seconds later, another. The fine hair stood up on the back of his neck, and his arms burst out in gooseflesh. Travis wasn't alone. It was a man—he could tell by the broad, muscular shape of his chest and his narrow hips that fit tightly into his jeans. But the face was inhuman, like an animal, sleek and beautiful and foreign, the skin a muted purple. Travis turned to run as another strobe of light flashed, and he saw that the walls were transparent. On the other side was an orgy of blood and flesh. He opened his mouth to scream, but the creature locked in with him pressed against him from behind and covered his mouth with a hand.
“Don't,” the monster snarled in his ear.
Travis tried to look away from the scene depicted through the glass, but the thing behind him forced his face forward. The strobe lights flickered faster as a fog crept up around them. Travis's heart pounded in his chest, in his throat, and in his ears. Bracing both hands, he tried to push off the wall. The big man's groin pressed against his ass as he was shoved back into place.
“Just watch.” The voice was low and throaty. Beastly.
Travis stared ahead. The scene was startling, fantastic and surreal, but beyond the fog and the lights stood multiple men and women, their bodies dripping with a slick substance too oily to be sweat that had at first looked like blood, but it no longer looked red. More screams pierced the hall, and Travis realized they were screams of desire and true release, not screams of terror.
“What is this?” He breathed out the words as the creature behind him took his hand away.
“This is fear and desire manifest,” the beast said, then rubbed his hand over Travis groin.
Sagging forward, Travis watched as three naked creatures escorted a fit middle-aged man with dark hair into the room. “Welcome to the Feast of Fools,” one of them proclaimed. The mess of bodies laughed and cried and writhed in conjoined ecstasy.
Travis took in the entire scene in the next room, his eyes heavily lidded as he drank in the hedonistic orgy. A human-looking man leaned forward against the wall as a beautiful, pale, male creature kissed his back and slid his long, hard shaft into his ass. The human cried out his pleasure as he pushed backward to take the other man's cock deep within himself. Travis involuntarily pushed back as well. A tall female, stringed with tight muscle and silvery skin, slipped between the human and the wall, taking the man's length into her mouth and sucked, licked, caressed his balls as he fucked her face with the same ferocity he was getting fucked with.
The three creatures that had escorted the middle-aged man all wore masks, varied but similar to the mask the man with Travis wore. Other than that, their naked forms were raw and appealing, and like Travis’s purple-skinned guide, each of their skins was a different color. One was tall, with broad shoulders, long arms, and a long torso, like an Olympic swimmer. His skin had a bluish cast. Another was shorter, but his arms still seemed a bit longer than his broad, stocky body. He worked out. No man could look like that without putting in the time and effort. His skin had a yellow hue. The third reminded Travis of Matthew. Lean, long, and that chest, Travis would recognize it anywhere. His skin was tinged with green.
Travis watched as they ushered the willing man to a two-foot by three-foot table, and bent him over it, tying his feet out to each leg with his ass on full display for Travis. They tied his hands on each end of the table with a thick black cord.
“Do you call chicken?” Yellow asked after they'd finished.
“No,” the sacrifice answered.
“And do you wish to serve your masters well?”
“Yes,” the man replied. “I wish to serve.”
Travis had a feeling this wasn't his first time.
He felt his pants being unbuttoned. Deft fingers made quick work of the zipper and a hand slid under his briefs to his erect cock. “Shit,” Travis whispered.
“Do you want me to stop?”
Travis didn't respond. His tormentor took his silence for consent.
He watched the beastly men use a knife to slice down the man's jeans, exposing the muscled cheeks of his ass. At the same time, Travis stifled a moan as the man behind him caressed his cock in languid strokes, not meant to make him come, only increase his desire. He closed his eyes for the briefest of moments then continued to watch the show before him.
Blue pulled the man's jeans the rest of the way down. He rubbed his palms over the man's ass, giving it a gentle massage, then slapped it. The man let out a low moan. Yellow, who Travis could now see had dark brown hair, walked around to the front of the man, and when the next slap happened and he opened his mouth to moan, Yellow placed his cock in the willing prisoner's mouth. “That'll shut you up,” he said.
Travis could see the man's head bob up and down as he swallowed and sucked, greedy for the entire length. None of the men were small, so Travis knew what the man was doing was no easy feat, especially when he couldn't use his hands.
He wished Purple would stroke harder, faster. He didn't want the scene in front of him to turn him on so completely. It wasn't like watching porn. This was real life, but Travis couldn't suppress his desire to keep watching. Blue spread the restrained man's buttocks, exposing the puckering circular muscle. He rubbed it with his fingertips then slid his index finger just inside the rim. Slowly he stretched and widened the hole, then slid another finger, then another until he was four fingers deep in the man's ass.
“Please,” Travis begged.
“You want to fuck him,” the beast behind him asked, his words heavy with a palpable lust as they breathed over his skin. “You want to sink your cock deep into that sweet, sweet ass. Don't you?”
He didn't answer. His cock swelled to bursting, the skin pulled taut as if any farther and it would tear.
Travis felt the tug of his jeans against his hips. His eyes were glued to the thick cock that Green, the one whose body looked so much like Matthew's, held in his hand. Green’s nose began to elongate as the muscles in his cheeks flexed and contracted. Travis stared in horror, unsure if the illusion was real or part of the show. The creature’s lips pulled back in a snarl, exposing large, pointy canines. He leaned over and nipped the restrained man's ass, leaving a small red mark. The yellow creature thrust his hips harder, ramming his length down the man's throat while Blue spread his ass cheeks even further and replaced his fingers with his cock.
Breathless, Travis's eyes widened with apprehension as he waited for what would happen next. The creature behind him kept a firm hold on his shaft, jerking him with the same rhythm the two across the wall were using to fuck the man on the table. He let out a breath in a terrible spasmodic cough when the beast from behind slid his own erection down the crack of Travis's ass. He spread his legs apart for him. He wanted Matthew, only Matthew, but in this moment, he wanted a cock inside him more. He slapped his palm against the glass as the tip of Purple's shaft teased at his hole.
The slap attracted the green creature in the next room. Its eyes snapped up, glaring and narrowing as if seeing them for the first time. There was none of Matthew's humor in those inhuman eyes, but there was something in the creature that seemed to recognize Travis. It leapt the table and slammed its body against the wall. Its fists pounded as he snarled and growled. The word no tore from the creature’s throat through a mouth not meant for human speech. The beast behind him chuckled. He let go
of Travis's cock, then teased his ass with the lubricated head of his own once more and eased away.
The creature on the other side of the wall rammed it once again, only this time his body slipped through the glass as if it were water. Travis ducked and turned away as the creature sailed over his head to stand between Travis and the purple beast.
“Mine,” he said, his hands and arms stretched out sideways to block and protect. When he turned back to Travis, his snout had receded and what was left looked almost human, almost Matthew.
Travis began to wonder if there was something in the fog, some kind of drug causing him to hallucinate. He turned around to look through the glass once more to see if any of the scene had been real. The wall was solid white.
“I don't like this,” Travis said, sliding down the wall. His bare butt touched the cold concrete floor, his pants still down around his thighs. “Not at all. What did you give me?”
Matthew, who now looked like Matthew, even in the flashing lights, bent down next to him. “You're so beautiful,” he said. He reached out his hand to caress Travis's face and Travis jerked away.
“I want my pound of flesh, Matthew,” Purple said. “You know the rules.”
Matthew shook his head. “Not him, then. Take it from me.” He dropped to his hands and knees, crawling toward Travis as Purple followed. Travis startled when Purple dropped to his knees behind Matthew and slid into him with one easy stroke. At the same time, Matthew's mouth slipped over Travis's engorged cock, his tongue and teeth teasing his shaft, swallowing, while his lips stroked.
Moving to his knees for a clearer view, Travis grasped Matthew's hair, pushing and pulling as Matthew sucked and licked and nibbled. He watched Purple's face slack with hungry desire, twist and contort as he took his pleasure from Matthew; his large shaft sliding in and out of that tight ass, while Matthew's mouth continued its work down up and down Travis's length. The watching turned him on nearly as much as the sensation.
“Fuck, you…so good.” Travis's hips bucked forward involuntarily, driving his cock to the back of Matthew's throat, which tightened and contracted around the swollen head. He pulled back, only to have Matthew grab his ass and pull him back to take him deep into his throat once more. His hands moved again. This time Travis felt the point of a finger pressing against his anus as another hand cupped his sac, pulling and tugging.
The finger pushed in, sinking past the first ring of muscle, searching and finding the pleasure core a mere inch or so inside. The finger moved in and out, quickly, as Matthew's mouth plundered his cock, fucking it hard, fast, the pleasure building, growing like some monster, caged, clawing and crashing its way out.
“Fuck, oh fuck.” He yanked Matthew's head toward his hips, his balls smashed against his chin as he thrust into him hard. His body froze for an instant before jerking forward in spasmodic rapture, shooting his cum down Matthew's throat while his back bowed and shuddered. Cries and moans of release joined his own. Purple had come as well. Travis writhed and sank as Matthew once again drank Travis deep, holding him tight until every drop was taken.
Matthew leaned back on his heels, forcing Purple to withdraw. “Are you satisfied?”
“Oh, very.” Purple stretched his hands and back. “You play a dangerous game here, Matthew.”
Travis stared him in the eyes. Those gorgeous jade irises calmed Travis’s heart rate a little. “I'm sorry. I'm not used to being…” He gestured to his lower naked half. “Manhandled. I'm not sure I like the feeling.”
Matthew smiled. “Or maybe you like it a little too much.”
Glancing over Matthew's shoulder, the strobe light flashed on Purple, although now he looked like a man, not a beast. Just a regular guy, attractive, with a square jaw and aquiline nose. He grinned and Travis looked away.
“Don't mind Luke,” Matthew said. “He gets a little carried away sometimes.” There was admonishment in Matthew's tone meant for Luke, not Travis. He held out his hand to Travis. “Are you ready to move on?”
Luke grabbed his cock and wagged it at Travis. “Come back now, you hear.” He laughed and kept laughing as Matthew hauled Travis, scrambling to pull his pants up, off the floor and led him to the end of the corridor and through a red door.
The Red Room
Travis had to duck to avoid hitting his head on the low ceiling in the small dark room. He kept a firm hold of Matthew, determined not to let him get away this time. His palms were sweaty with anxiety. “What is this place?”
Matthew squeezed his hand in assurance. “It's the red room,” he said, as if no other explanation was necessary.
“Hmm,” Travis grunted. It was dark in the room, but not so dark he couldn't make out the white walls, floor, and ceiling. “Why do they call it the red room?”
On cue, the room flooded with red light. The cold floor warped and began to warm under Travis's feet. Heat permeated the soles of his tennis shoes.
Matthew turned to Travis but didn't drop his hand. “I want you,” he said. “You are most desirable.”
His face appeared distorted, but still handsome.
“This is the weirdest… Did you drug me?”
Matthew smiled, drawing him closer. “Nothing like that. Back in the old days they used to have feasts to celebrate this day. Did you know that?”
Travis tucked his chin. “I… I've never given much thought to Halloween or the stuff surrounding it.”
Matthew smiled again, this time with warm charm and a wicked glint in his eyes. “Oh, dear boy, I'm talking about something much, much older than what you call Halloween. I'm talking about something more primitive and wild.”
The tone of his voice, so intense, startled Travis. “If you're trying to scare me, you're doing a fantastic job of it.”
“I want you scared, but not afraid.” He took Travis’s shirt off, slowly pulling it over his head. He bent down and placed a tender kiss on his lips. “Do you know the difference?”
Travis glanced down, and now that his heartbeat had slowed to a manageable tempo, he took the time to admire Matthew's naked body. His hands, as if pulled by strings, rose and reached out to Matthew, seeking. Matthew took Travis’s left hand and placed it on his chest. Travis could feel a buzz like the hum of a speaker.
“Where are your clothes?” Travis asked. His eyes were glued to Matthew's thickly erect cock, jutting out from his groin.
Matthew raised one brow and half-grinned. “Where are yours?”
“I'm not—” He looked down and froze. His pants had disappeared. His shirt, which should have been lying on the ground, had also vanished. “Where are my clothes?”
“Didn't I just ask that?” Matthew took one step and bridged the distance between them. His cock pressed into Travis’s stomach, and Travis’s own slipped between Matthew’s thighs. Matthew leaned forward and kissed Travis’s forehead, then unexpectedly licked his eyelid.
“What is that about?” Travis asked.
“You taste very good.” Matthew drew his tongue from Travis's collar to his earlobe. “Very good.”
“This isn't some weird cannibal cult thing, is it?” Travis asked, half kidding.
“Nothing as weird as cannibalism, I assure you.” Matthew dragged his hands up Travis’s sides, then lifted his arms up over his head. “Just a bit of fun.” A faint click-click sounded. Travis's hands remained suspended. He looked up. Two shackles hanging from the ceiling—not metal, they were warm and soft—held his wrists in place.
“Uh, I'm not sure I like this.”
Matthew dropped to his knees and took the entire length of Travis's cock into his mouth, swallowing down hard until it reached beyond the back of his throat.
A strangled sound of pleasure and surprise escaped from Travis.
Matthew let the cock slip out past his lips. “Are you still unsure?”
“Oh,” Travis said mid pant. “I'm sure.”
Matthew began sucking him in earnest, and he itched to put his hands on Matthew's head. He pulled at the restraints.
There was no give to them. He was helpless to do more than move his hips in a semi-thrust as Matthew caressed and licked and sucked his cock. The man had no gag reflex!
Matthew picked up Travis's legs and placed them over his shoulders so that he was straddling Matthew’s face. He dug his heels into Matthew's back for leverage and used his arms to keep his body up so that his shaft wouldn't escape Matthew's lips. It was uncomfortable and exciting.
Bracing his elbows against his knees, Matthew placed his palms on Travis's ass, swinging him back and forth, fucking Travis with his mouth. His thumb brushed against Travis's anus, and Travis clenched in reflex. Matthew drew his head back, letting Travis’s cock brush against his cheek.
“Relax.” He spread Travis’s butt cheeks, massaging them until he relaxed.
Travis's arms burned with the effort of holding himself up. A fine sheen of sweat covered his entire body. “I can't hold myself up anymore.”
“No need,” Matthew said, lowering Travis legs to the floor.
With his feet on the floor, his knees were pushed into his chest. “What the heck?” The floor had risen, or the ceiling had lowered. Either way, Travis could now sit on his heels. Matthew gazed at him, the usual smirk gone from both his mouth and eyes.
“I've watched you, Travis.” He stroked Travis’s cheek with the outer edge of his hand. “Over the years, the many years. You were always such a sad boy. Never allowed out to play.”
“I don't understand.” Travis realized that he'd stopped being afraid of the haunted house. Hearing Matthew talk about watching him served as a reminder, and he pulled at the shackles. When the restraints wouldn’t give, the fear rushed back. He could feel the blood leaving his arms and legs as his heart pumped quick and loud.