Mansion on the hill
On Halloween night, a full moon shines on the streets, as five young college students wander through the night. They are clothed in costumes in the spirit of the fest.
The biggest of them all is young Pascal Marsh. His shoulders are broad, his arms are big, the hair on his body is dark and thick. Patches of fur adore his sides and a loincloth made from pelt gives him enough decency to be out at night. A wolf's tail swings behind his legs, letting a viewer's eyes focus on his ample back. His temper is as big as he is broad and quickly to anger at the smallest retort.
At his side walks a man slimmer, but with an ego all the bigger. He knows he looks good, he knows what he wants and seldom does he wait for an honest response. Dressed in silken cloth all black, his eyes a crimson red. Fake fangs shine as he smiles, not for joy but a predator in disguise. Women that knew better, stayed away from young Aden Fletcher.
Slouching behind, a lithe one. His tall body wrapped in white, hasty and without any pride. He did not care for the spirit of the night, his costume looking rather shite. He wanted to drink and to party, to smoke and get high. Yet his friends spurred him on, he came by. Now Erik Haines followed along but not without complaints.
In a ghoulish attire was Zackery Briar. He loved to play the fool, his jokes more often cruel. The rotten mask on his face showed his nature in open displace. He always would try, to make someone cry as over peoples woes, sounded to him like finest prose. A twisted man, a sucker and leech, only his friends protection allowed him such cruel speech.
Number five was the smallest in the group, so different from the rest of the troop. Dressed in suit and tie, he was far from a bad guy. His heart was kind, but his body was weak. Young Floyd Reed was so very meek. His face was hidden, by mask obscured, like an opera phantom coiffured. He stayed with the group for one reason alone, Pascal had taken him from home. They shared not a mother, but Marsh cared for his little brother.
So let us follow and see, what they plan to do with their young mens esprit...
"God this party fucking sucked!", Pascal shouted, kicking a trash can they passed by. Even though he was dressed in little more than a loose loincloth, he seemed to not even notice the cold air in the night. He clenched his fists, rage keeping him warm.
"Total, fucking sausage fest...", Aden agreed. Flipping through pictures on his phone. He had spent several hundred dollars on his costume and make-up and the only girls at the party were at best sevens. Way below his standards.
"Bet Floyd enjoyed the sausages. You would have loved to get with one of the guys, right Floyd?", Zackery snickered at his own snide remark. He didn't give a shit about the party, but he got some candid shots of a cheerleader throwing up. Those would be a hit on facebook!
Floyd knew better than to answer. It was his first college party ever, he was only tolerated because of Pascal. Most of the time he just stood in a corner looking awkwardly around, but he got to talk to one of the quarterbacks, who even handed him some pumpkin spice shot. It tasted pretty good, although the alcohol made him gack a little.
Erik just yawned. He wanted to go home, his costume was already falling apart. Granted it was just toilet paper and gauze, held together by duct tape and good will. It was a last minute thing he threw together and only because Pascal insisted on him coming along. And you don't say no to Pascal...
"Shut the fuck up Zackery! We are not going home like some bitch ass nerds on halloween.", Pascal shouted, slamming his fist against a stone wall. A large piece of plaster broke off. The group was walking aimlessly through the streets and found their way to Hollow Street, the rich section of the city, every second house some sort of mansion. The stone wall belonged to the mansion of the Burton family. Everyone in town knew about it. The Burton family used to be this super rich family, old money. Someday, old Mr. Burton apparently went nuts and had poisoned his entire family and himself. Ever since then the huge mansion remained empty, a huge place with plenty of space, slowly falling apart.
Floyd always wondered what happened that made a man just kill his entire family like that.
"You think all of their stuff is still inside?", he asked no one in particular.
"Why do you care, you're too much of a chicken to go inside anyway!", came a mean retort from Zackery.
"Zackery, I told you to shut the fuck up!", Pascal shouted again, but he stopped in front of the main gate to the mansion. It was an iron gate, rusted and broken. Pascal leaned back and kicked against the gate. It didn't fall, but sprung open just wide enough to squeeze by. Without waiting he went inside.
Aden looked up from his phone: "Hold on, are you serious? You really wanna go into that pill of junk?"
"What you too much of a pussy? Maybe we can find you some jewelry so you can give it to one your bitches!", Pascal sneered at Aden. "Now get the fuck in here!"
The rest of the group exchanged looks, Erik and Aden rolling their eyes. Pascal was moody and you better do not say No to him. So the rest of the group squeezed their way through the gate and the five made their way towards the mansion.
To the groups surprise, the front door was not unlocked. They made their way in.
Looking around, the mansion was actually in better shape than they expected, despite being empty for such a long time. The main entrance branched out into multiple paths, to the downstairs west and east wing, one to the central hall and two stairs that lead up to the left and right.
"Alright you fuckers listen up, we're gonna split up. Everyone goes one way and we meet here again in one hour! Lets see if we can find something to sell...", Pascal shouted at the group.
"That's fucking stupid! I'm not gonna stay in this place...", Zackery exclaimed loudly, immediately regretting his words as Pascal rushed towards him.
"The fuck did you just say? Did you just call me stupid?!", the muscular college student towered over the smaller guy. Zackery averted his eyes, trying to make himself as small as possible.
Pascal sneered: "Didn't thing so... One hour! If any of you fuckers leave before that, you will regret it." No one dared to object and the group split up.
Pascal Marsh
Pascal decided to go into the west wing. If not for something valuable, he at least hoped for something fun. Or breakable. Unfortunately, most of the rooms he went into were either empty, boring or already trashed. Seems like the place got ransacked before. However, he found his way into a larger hallway. The walls adorned with taxidermy, trophies of hunting exploits. Old guns, armor and other weapons were lined up next to vases, masks and other decorations.
Seems like someone in the Burton family enjoyed traveling and had brought back many different souvenirs.
Pascal let out a whistle, this was a treasure trove! Or so he thought... Most of the stuff was broken or rusted. He found a huge mace, something straight out of a fantasy movie! But just after a few swings, trashing wooden vitrines and breaking vases, the grip on the mace broke.
"Fuck all of this shit sucks!", Pascal yelled, throwing a wooden mask against a wall. None of this stuff would sell. Only at the very end of the hallway did he find something really cool.
Standing in the very corner was a huge statue of a man, wearing a wolf's mask. The body was entirely clad in a fur coat, which was seemingly stitched directly onto the statue making it look like the human had actually fur as skin.
"Sweet! Much better than my werewolf costume!", Pascal gave an appreciative whistle. The statue of the man was huge with bulging muscles. Pascal couldn't help but flex, comparing his own enormous biceps but even he had to admit the statue was bigger. Oh well, it was after all just a statue. What caught his attention was the enormous bulge in the crotch area of the statue. If that was supposed to be a cock, it was huge! Pascal quickly looked up, he had no interest in some statue's junk! On further inspection, the statue was wearing a necklace made out of a leather string and what looked like real wolf teeth!
That may not bring in money, but it looked rad as hell, so Pascal ripped the necklace of the statue's neck and tied it around his own.
Just as he turned around looking for a mirror or something, he heard growl behind him. The statue was twitching, muscles moving and shifting! Drool dropped from the snout of the wolf mask.
"OH FUCK!", Pascal shouted, stumbling back and getting ready to run down the hallway. He hears a loud crash from behind, as the creature jumps onto a wooden display, which promptly breaks under the heavy weight. With another leap, the creature jumps onto Pascal, pressing the muscled-packed student into the ground. Pascal tries his best to get up, but it feels like a truck is resting on his back. Never before was he in a situation where his muscles proved useless.
Rip! A claw of the creature rips apart the flimsy piece of fake fur on Pascal's back, leaving long, burning streaks of red on his back. Pascal screams, more in surprise than pain and turns his head to look at the monster. The half-human half-wolf beast is holding him down with just one hand, sniffing the fake fur in its other. But what shocked Pascal even more, was the huge erect cock between the creatures legs. It must have been 12 inches if not more, an absurd size and unbelievable thick. It was leaking pre-cum heavily. The creature tossed the costume piece aside and ripped Pascals loincloth away, leaving the college student naked. Again it sniffed the cloth, before tossing it aside.
Pascal froze in fear, as the creature began to sniff and lick his neck. The tongue was rough and much longer than a normal human's tongue. Slowly the tongue moved down the broad back, gliding over the muscles and leaving long, wet streaks. Just as the creature was about to glide between his ass checks, Pascal screamed:
"FUCK! NO! Stay away!"
The creature responded by slamming his head into the floor with one hand, reminding the student in what position he really was. Then he felt the creature reach his hole, the wet tongue gliding over the twitching muscle a few times. When this worm like appendix began to push in, forcing its way into the guts of Pascal. It was warm and wet and touched Pascal in a place no one had before. It actually felt good, despite the bizarre situation he was in!
And the unnatural long tongue drilled so deep, moving in and out, fucking the young man. Even against his will, Pascal's hole began to relax, his own cock started to harden.
The creature retreated a little, now lifting the young man up by his hips. The strength of this beast was unbelievable, Pascal was by no means light, yet it seemed as if he was no heavier to this monster than a pillow. Then he felt it, the hot, hard tip of the insane cock placed at his hole. The creature was leaking so much pre-cum, smearing it all over Pascal's ass, but even with that as lube this would be impossible. But the monster did not relent, like a sex toy it began to pull Pascal down onto it's monstrous dick. Inch by giant inch, it forced its way inside. Pascal wanted to scream but his voice forsake him, his mouth hanging open silently, his eyes wide. More and more flesh invaded his body, it seemed to never end! Pascal could feel his guts rearrange, his body shifting to make room for the intruder and to his utter disbelief, his cock was hard, dripping pre-cum on its own. Finally, he felt the furry hair against his cheeks. The creature was inside him fully! Pascal looked down at his body, dangling in the air, impaled on this monster. His stomach felt stretched as if the cock was soon to burst through.
And then the creature began to move him, without any mercy. Like a cheap sex toy, it was slamming him onto its cock again and again. It was an incredible feeling, searing pain and yet every thrust shook Pascal's body. Pascal came, his cock leaking copious amounts of cock on the floor beneath him. Not the explosive orgasms he was used to, it felt as if the cum was simply pushed out of his body. The creature continued to fuck him like a ragdoll, until it roared loudly and slammed Pascal deep onto its cock. Hot cum began to fill the student and an incredible amount and Pascal could feel every burst of liquid deep inside him. Just this alone triggered another orgasm out of him. Pascal hoped that now, the creature may show some mercy, but it simply continued to fuck him. If at all it seemed to speed up, fucking the young man even more merciless, ramming into him again and again, as cum began to spurt out of Pascal's hole.
Pascal's mind started to go blank, his consciousness waning. Two more times, the creature forced him to cum, now pitiful amounts dripping out of Pascal's overworked cock. And as the creature roared for a second time, filling the student to a brim with cum, Pascal's vision went dark and his body limp.
A most merciful timing, as the creature pulled the spent man from it's dripping cock. Cum flowed out of the wide open hole. Now that the beast sated one hunger, another began to awaken. And so it dragged the young man back into the corner.
The wolf devoured the wolf.
Aden Fletcher
Aden sighed loudly. Pascal could be a fantastic wingman and he knew how to party, but his goddamn mood swings were annoying. But, it was better to go along with it for now and so Aden picked the left staircase.
On the upper floor he found a long hallway with several rooms. Most of them however, locked. And unlike Pascal, he had no intentions of ruining his expensive outfit by breaking them open. At the very end of the hallway, one door stood open. Aden carefully entered a most peculiar room. It appeared to be a dressing room of some kind. Dozens of mirrors of all sizes and shapes adorned the walls. Aden stepped into the middle of the room and turned around. Wherever he looked his mirror image looked back. And damn it looked good!
Aden decided to strip off the mantle of his costume, carefully folding it and placing it on a table. The old fashioned shirt and black slacks that were part of his vampire costume were actually custom tailored. Insanely expensive for a halloween costume, but Aden didn't care, his dad paid after all. His clothes were tight-fitting, showing off his toned body. He was no muscle beast like Pascal but he kept in shape for the ladies!
As Aden admired himself in the mirrors he noticed one peculiar mirror. It was one of the larger ones, with a golden rim. Aden stepped closer, moving his face left and right to look at it.
But the mirror image stared straight at him. Surprised, Aden took a step back. Again, the image did not follow, instead it just smiled at him.
Aden was transfixed, staring into the strange mirror. It must be some kind of trick mirror right? But then, the image began to undress, slowly opening button after button on the expensive shirt. And to Aden shock, his real clothes followed the mirror! He tried to close the buttons, but he could not move them at all.
Soon the shirt fell to the ground and the mirror image began to open Aden's pants, sliding them down along with the boxer briefs. Now both real and mirrored Aden were naked.
The mirror image began to roam it's hands over it's naked body. The real Aden could feel it! He could feel the sensation of hands on his chest AND he could feel his hands touching flesh. It was as if he was really touching himself. And the mirror image began to move it's hand further south, touching it's flaccid dick and slowly jerking itself hard.
The real Aden let out a gasp as he felt invisible hands touch his cock and an invisible cock in his hands. Although it was so similar to masturbating it was oh so different. And the sensation made his dick get hard real fast.
Aden still stared in disbelief at the mirror, where to his shock, a second mirror image appeared! Two Aden's now looked back at him, with that cocky smile. The second mirror image, kneeled in front of the other, looked at real Aden and then began to suck the image's dick.
Real Aden wanted to shout but his jaw was forced open by an invisible force and he could feel the strangest sensation of a hard shaft in his mouth. At the same time his own dick felt the wet sensation of his mouth. The synchronized movement and sensation really made it feel as if Aden was sucking himself off. It felt so wrong, and yet so good! He never imagined sucking a cock before (let alone his own) but this felt great! After all, who could suck him better than himself?
Aden gave into his own arrogance, feeling delight at what was happening to him, spooky shit or not. Then a third Aden appeared in the mirror and it's hands began to roam over the backside of the first mirror image. Real Aden's eyes open wide, as he saw and felt what was going to happen. The third mirror image began to align it's hard cock and slowly pushed into the ass of the first mirror image.
Aden would have screamed if he could. His virgin ass burned. But at the same time, he felt the incredible tightness and warmth on his cock! Inch after inch of his cock began to slide into his own ass. And soon his body shook with the rhythmic thrusting of a good hard fuck.
Aden's brain couldn't handle the overload of sensations. He was sucking and getting sucked, fucking and getting fucked all at the same time. And it was too much, soon his balls drew close and he began to shoot cum, covering the magic mirror with load after load of his seed. At the same time it felt as if he was shooting his cum into his mouth, he felt as if it was running down his throat. And he felt it in his ass, a hot load deep in his guts.
Aden's vision darkened and when the mystical forces that held him finally released, he collapsed. The three mirror images stood next to each other, staring at the unconscious Aden with a smile. Three naked Adens stepped out of the mirror and dragged the real one inside.
The proud one forever among those he values the most.
Erik Haines
Erik had no interest in searching for loot in this run down place, but getting away from the group was a good excuse to find a spot and take a nap. And so he wandered down the east wing of the house.
He found a lot of empty rooms, some old, broken furniture but nothing that looked comfortable. Then a smell hit his nose. It was a light, herbal smell almost like the soap his girlfriend used. Erik followed the smell and found himself in a white, blue tiled room.
In the middle was a roman style bath, filled with steaming water. The water was slightly milky and foamy and the source of the herbal smell.
Erik was confused, the house was abandoned, how was there a ready to go hot bath? But he took another deep breath, inhaling the soothing smell. Who cares why the bath was hot?
So Erik began to tear off his terrible, last-minute mummy costume and quickly stripped out of his shorts and shirt he was wearing underneath. With one toe he tested the water, which was the absolute perfect temperature so he quickly slid in completely. He let out a deep, satisfied sigh as the warmth spread through his body, driving out the cold of a late october night.
Fuck parties, fuck looting old ass mansions! This was the life! Doing nothing and just relaxing. The smell of herbs was getting stronger. Erik again took a deep breath, the smell was helping him relax even further, making it difficult for him to even think.
And the water felt incredible, not just the temperature but something must have been added to the water. It felt as the smoothest, lightest silk was caressing his body. The wonderful sensation was reaching every part of his body.
It felt almost as if someone was teasing him, tickling him. Like a silken tissue dragging across his nipples, his chest and stomach. Over his sensitive cock and balls, through the cheeks of his ass. Erik gave in to this sensation, his dick slowly starting to harden. And that just made the feathery sensation all the more delightful.
The young man let himself sink even deeper into the water until his face was barely above the surface. The silken sensation was now more intense, more focused on his crotch. Gliding over the sensitive cockhead and the slit... And then it began to go inside his cock.
Erik's eyes shot open and he tried to get up, but he couldn't move his muscles. Almost as if the herbal smell had numbed his muscles, he could do nothing but try to keep his face over water as the liquid began to move through his urethra. It was the absolute strangest feeling Erik ever had, as if he was cumming but continuously. And it was not just the front of his body that was invaded.
Water pushed into his ass, easily sliding through the muscle ring and deeper into his guts.
The hot water was not simply moving in but also wiggling around, pushing from the inside, massaging his innards. Never before had Erik felt such sensations, the absurd feeling of something moving inside of his body, caressing and pleasuring him from within.
Soon Erik could feel his balls draw close and an unusual orgasm shook his body. But his cum was trapped, denied its way by the water blocking his urethra. And his body continued to try and expel his seed, prolonging his orgasm to a painful degree as the water in his ass pushed and massaged his prostate. Erik couldn't help but scream, a mistake as water began to enter his mouth.
And as his body was filled through every hole with the warm water, his mind began to fade. It felt as if he was smothered with the softest, warmest blanket. He blacked out as his head slid completely under water.
And so the sloth found his eternal resting place.
Zackery Briar
Zackery quickly made his way up the stairs to the right. Anything to get away from Pascal. Any further comment could have ended with Zackery getting beaten by the muscular brute.
Just because he is big and strong, he thinks he can threaten others?! What an asshole. And always so goddamn protective of his little brother. Who gave a shit about that bastard child anyway?
The only reason Zackery clung to Pascal's group was for protection anyway. None of these idiots at college had a sense of humor. Whatever, he at least got some good stuff at the party. That cheerleader puking? With a few edits and some photoshop, he could easily make it look like she was the biggest hoe in town. Only fair, none of these girls would ever so much as look at Zackery after all.
Without realising, Zackery had made his way down the upstairs hall. He was now standing in front of a slight ajar door. Through the gap he could see a bed, lavishly decorated with red and golden silk. And someone was laying on that bed!
Carefully, Zackery opened the door. The person on the bed was by far the most incredible looking woman he had ever seen. No porn star had such an amazing body and the woman was only wearing a very thin silken robe, that left very little to the imagination.
"Hmm, who do we have here? A rather young ghoul seems to have wandered into my home..."
The woman's voice sent a shiver down Zackery's spine. Just the sound alone made his dick twitch in his jeans. Zackery's mouth went dry as he ripped the cheap plastic ghoul mask off.
"Oh my. Not a ghoul but rather a handsome young man. And what brings you here young one? Have you come to keep my company?"
Zackery couldn't answer, his brain was blank as his feet slowly moved towards the bed all on their own.
"Why don't you take those dirty clothes off and come sit right next to me? I have been so lonely, for such a long time."
Zackery stared at the black haired woman and without looking away, he began to tear off his clothes as fast as he could. Finally naked and already painfully erect he climbed onto the bed, next to the woman.
The mysterious woman pushed gently onto his chest, blood red fingernails lightly scraping over his scrawny chest. Zackery closed his eyes, as the woman's face came closer, the last thing he saw were the fullest, softest, crimson lips. Then he felt their lips touch ever so slightly. Her fingers danced over his body. Zackery shivered, he was already so close to cumming. This was the first time anyone touched his body and it was such an incredible woman!
Slowly the lady kissed his neck, then his collarbone and his chest. Her long hair dragged over Zackery's face, whose mouth stood open, moaning softly. The lady grabbed his wrists and spread his arms apart as her kisses now reached his stomach and were still going further down.
Just as he thought she would kiss his dick, he felt a sharp tuck on his wrists. Silken curtains had come down and wrapped around his wrists, binding him and making it unable for him to move. His ankles likewise were bound and Zackery was now bound spreadeagle on the bed. Just as he wanted to voice his protest, the hair of the woman began to fall off the woman's head and wind itself around his mouth, forming a soft gag and stifling any protest.
The woman raised her head and her beautiful face was now a rotten mess, her eyes gone only dark holes left behind. Her jaw unhinged, her cheeks an open wound.
"Why don't we play a little young man?"
Her voice, once beautiful and enticing, was now grating and terrifying. Zackery tried to scream, tried to free himself but he was tightly bound, unable to get away. The ghoulish looking woman reached to her head, plugging a few strains of her remaining hair out. Using the long hair she began to wrap them around Zackery's dick and balls, tightly.
Once his dick was bound, the woman began once again to kiss the young man's erection. Zackery was in shock, disgusted by the look of this monster but his body betrayed him. The long, greenish-purple tongue of the woman wrapped around his erection in a freakishly, worm like manner. And it felt so good.
Unable to resist, Zackery could feel his body respond and he could feel an orgasm rock through him. But the hair binding his cock and balls allowed no release and so the young man screamed into the gag, begging for release, begging for mercy.
But he was granted neither. The woman began to use her long nails to scratch and twist the young man's nipples, still playing and sucking the hard cock, now an angry purple-red. Zackery could do nothing but endure, now sobbing as oh so soon another orgasm rocked his body. And once again he was denied relief.
He lost count of how many times the woman forced him to cum, but not granting him any. He had stopped begging, he had stopped sobbing, his mind went blank. And when his vision went black, he welcomed the unconsciousness...
And so the jester got all the attention he had so desired.
Floyd Heath
Floyd looked at the others walking away. On the one hand, he welcomed the presence of his big brother. But his mood swings frightened him even more than the abandoned mansion.
Pascal was not his real brother. Their parents had both remarried and all of a sudden, Floyd and Pascal were declared siblings. Even though the two were nothing alike and shared no interest, Floyd was looking forward to a big brother. He always wanted a sibling. And for a while, it worked out great. Pascal was not so happy about a younger brother, but Floyd convinced him with pure admiration. And if nothing else, Pascal lived for the attention.
Unfortunately, Floyd also had to endure more than one of Pascal's violent fits. And over time Pascal's behaviour became more and more possessive and aggressive. He treated Floyd like his property.
Floyd took the straight path to the main hall of the mansion. The door first led to a small hallway, portraits on both sides showing the members of family Burton.
For Floyd this was fascinating. Sure he knew the terrible story as did everyone in the town. But this was the first time he saw the family members. And they looked like nice people, they were all smiling in their portraits. None of these old-time stern faced portraits you always see in movies.
Floyd went on, opening the far side door of the hallway. And the room he entered took his breath away.
It was a huge ballroom, lightened by a giant chandelier hanging from the ceiling. The floor was decorated with a huge mosaic, a colorful, lavish display. Floyd went into the middle of the room, twirling around. He closed his eyes and imagined what kind of parties went down here. Mask balls? Huge dances? How amazing it would have been to attend one of those!
In one corner of the room, Floyd spotted a grand piano on a small stage. He went over to inspect it. Strangely, it was in fantastic conditions. No dust, no cobwebs or any signs of time!
Floyd sat down in front of it, pushing a few keys. Even the sound was crystal clear! It sounded amazing and the huge hall gave every sound a wonderful resonance.
Floyd had taken piano lessons as a kid and continued to practice through high school. He may be a bit rusty, but this was a once in a lifetime opportunity. To warm up, he started with a simple musical piece. How grand it sounded, every note filling the empty room.
Just as he finished that short piece and the final note faded away, he heard another sound. Whispering? Clapping? It was faint, very faint but definitely audible. Maybe it was just a trick of his mind. The room was still empty after all.
Another piece came to Floyd's mind, Vivaldi's "Le quattro stagioni". His mother always loved that piece, so Floyd had practiced it over and over again until it was burned into his memory. His fingers danced over the keys, as his muscles took over. Floyd closed his eyes, he didn't have to see his fingers, they knew what key to hit on their own. The music filled the room and Floyd smiled, reminiscing about the past.
When he finished, he let the last note fade away, his eyes still closed, a satisfied smile on his face. Still got it!
And then, the applause, laughter and talking hit him. When he opened his eyes, Floyd almost fell off the piano chair. The ballroom was filled with people! Men dressed in tailcoats, women dressed in fancy dresses. And they all wore masks, in all colors and shapes! Some were chatting, others dancing, but many looked at Floyd and applauded.
A hand touched his shoulder, making Floyd jump. A man stood next to him, beckoning him towards the crowd. Floyd definitely could feel the hand, but the body seemed pale, no rather transparent? Slowly, he stood up and carefully walked towards the crowd. The man behind him took his place at the piano and began to play some slow, soft tones enough to dance but without disrupting conversation.
Floyd stepped off the stage and people began to crowd around him, patting him on the back. Their mouth's moved as if they spoke but Floyd could not hear any words, only the indistinguishable murmuring of conversation. Soon Floyd found himself in the center of the room, surrounded by dancing people. He had never danced before, definitely not at a ball, but a ghostly lady took his hand and Floyd followed her lead. A twirl and the lady moved away, replaced by a man. And so Floyd gave in to the rhythm of the music, letting his body move on its own, guided by ever changing ghostly partners.
He hardly noticed that the crowd began to change. Men began to take their jackets off, women loosened their corsets. And likewise, ghostly hands began to take Floyd's clothing off. He couldn't really resist, it happened so quickly and smoothly immediately followed by another person taking his hand for a dance again.
Soon the crowd shifted once again. Men opened their pants, women their dresses. Hands slid over erections and breasts. Dance partners were exchanged with a deep kiss as more and more clothes were shed. Floyd felt drunk, hands roamed over his body, stripping his clothes off. Kisses covered his skin and ghostly flesh rubbed against his real flesh.
A mouth descended onto his erection, a woman sucking him. It was not warm, like the mouth of a living person, but it sent electric tingles over Floyd's cock. Soon the woman was accompanied by a man, and two ghostly mouths pleasured the young man.
Hands started to grope Floyd, massaging his flat chest and playing with his nipples. Ghost after ghost kissed him deeply, tongues licking over his face.
The music had stopped, the ballroom now filled with lustful moaning. Floyd was still a virgin, but soon he could feel his hole being probed by a ghostly cock. As he was penetrated, there was no pain, no discomfort only that tingling feeling spreading through his body. Ghostly man pressed their erection in Floyd's face and he gladly took them, sucking on them without a second thought.
And as soon as one cock left his ass or his mouth, it was replaced by another. And his own cock was getting attention, as woman and man alike used his dick to fuck themselves. Floyd's body was rocked by orgasm after orgasm, his cum flying through the ghostly bodies and spraying the floor. He lost all sense of time, overwhelmed by the spectral orgy.
Eventually, it became too much, his balls empty, his mouth sore. He fell to the floor and drifted into sleep, the screams of pleasure around him a fitting lullaby.
When he woke up, the ballroom was empty. No signs of ghosts or the wild orgy. Except for the fact that Floyd was empty and the floor was stained with his cum. He quickly gathered the pieces of his phantom of the opera costume and checked the clock on his phone. Fuck! He had slept for two hours! And none of the others checked on him?
Floyd quickly ran to the entrance hall, but the others were nowhere to be seen. They must have abandoned him, Floyd concluded and made his way home on his own. He was dead tired when he finally arrived and immediately went to bed.
The next morning, his parents were hysteric. Pascal's bed was empty and he would not answer his phone. Floyd told his story and soon the police were called. From the five students, Floyd was the only one to make it home. An investigation of the mansion turned out fruitless. No trace of the young men could be found and it soon became another urban story...
The one of pure heart, found peace and freedom.