School Boy in the Haunted House

George closed his eyes tightly and whimpered. This could not be happening. It had all seemed so easy, just go into the haunted house and look cool and brave in front of his friends. These so called friends had all long gone of course, tentacles seemed to have that effect on people. He too would have ran away screaming like a child and happily lost maximum cool points if he had been able to, but the tentacles had stopped him, and so now here he was, naked except for his ripped-open shirt, pinned back against the wall by masses of green tentacles.

His arms were pinned next to his head against the wall. Tentacles writhed and slithered against his skin even as they pinned him. He felt his cheeks turning red with shame and arousal as a tentacle gently, unrelentingly, pushed and rubbed at his left nipple.

He couldn’t stop sharp gasps escaping his lips as a tentacle wrapped around his penis and pumped him. It felt so good, he hated it, but it felt amazing. Even through his closed eyes, he could see the light of his torch. He’d dropped it in the struggle and it lay on the floor, lighting him up as though he were on a stage. He hid his face against the material of his sleeves, as though it could hide his shame. His breath came heavy, and he realised he’d stopped fighting it. He’d stopped struggling against his binds.

Tentacles moved across his stomach and chest, always moving, and yet always holding him tightly in place. They rubbed enticingly against his legs and his thighs. He felt hypnotised by this onslaught of sensations against his skin.

He was shocked back into life by one of his legs being hauled up into the air. A tentacle landed against his bum and slithers down around his rump. The end flicked against his thigh a few times then continued on its course. George attempted to struggle with renewed vigour as the tentacle slithered across his anus. He let out a cry of fear at what he knew was going to happen. It didn’t matter how much he wiggled, he couldn’t get rid of the tentacle, it always stayed pressed hard against his skin. The tip of the tentacle had found what it wanted, and slowly pushed its way inside him.

George cried out loudly and tossed his head about in shock. The tentacles doubled their efforts until they had him held still again. Tentacles gripped his face and held his head back against the wall. George found himself whimpering again as the tentacle filled him and then began to thrust up and down.

A tentacle slid across his cheek and rubbed against his lips. He closed his mouth tightly and tried to turn his face away but the tentacles holding his head wouldn’t let him move. The tentacle forced its way easily past his lips and rubbed against his tongue. It filling his mouth, muffling the sounds that rose up from this throat as the tentacle wrapped around his bum persistently pounded into him. When the tentacle removed itself from his mouth George was surprised by the sounds that were now able to escape his lips, he found himself crying out with pleasure. He couldn’t stifle the groans that came each time the tentacle pushed up inside him.

He bit his lower lip, trying to stop the sounds of desire coming out, as though that meant he’d stop enjoying it. He tried to deny himself his relief, but he felt his orgasm creeping closer and closer.
He didn’t want this to happen. He’d never felt this good before, but he didn’t want this intense pleasure, not this way. He found himself crying out pitifully, in a frenzied powerless tone. “Stop, please stop.” But the tentacles continued to torture him. “Oh God, Oh, stop! No!”

His voice sounded pathetic even to his own ears and he closed his mouth as tightly as he could. The room seemed quiet as he listened through the momentarily silence. Only the slick sound of tentacles rubbing and thrusting could be heard. But through the silence he heard something else, something that he hadn’t noticed before. He could hear breathing. Heavy breathes that weren’t his own coming quickly through the silence. But then he lost his self control again and all other sounds were drowned out by the sound of him gasping for breath and moaning against his will.

He opened his eyes and was met by the bright light of the torch. It blinded him for a moment, but slowly his eyes adjusted and he looked about to see who was watching him. He couldn’t see anyone at first, no matter how hard he looked. Frustration and anger grew inside of him at the thought that someone was getting off on watching this.

“W..Who’s there?” He cried out between gasps, “Who is it!?”

He heard a definite laugh, but he still couldn’t see anyone. But then he noticed a slight movement in the air, a glowing shape that looked suspiciously like the outline of a man, almost invisible against the harsh light. His eyes widened at the strange sight before him.

“Wha... What are y.. you? … oh, make it stop!” He begged.

The figure moved closer to him, until he was only feet away. George could easily hear the other man breathing now, even over his own. He hid his face against his sleeve again in embarrassment as the tentacle continued to thrust into him, and the barely visible man watched him longingly.

“Stop them! Please!” George begged again, refusing to look at the man.

He suddenly felt a hand caress his shoulder. He shivered at the touch and opened his eyes. He looked in shock. There was another of these men, gently stroking his arm and gently kissing his skin. The hand that touched him was almost invisible, except for a slight glow around their finger that was only just visible in the harsh light of the torch.

“What are you?” George asked in horror.

“Ghosts.” The first man said, still staring hungrily at him.

The second man looked up at George. “Stop fighting it. It won’t stop until you give in.”

“Noo!” George croaked out between gasps. “S.. Stop!” He attempted to struggle again but the tentacles held him so tight, it was useless.

He heard them both laughing again. George tried to hide his face in his sleeve again, but the tentacles still refused to let him move his head. Instead he closed his eyes tightly, pretending this wasn’t happening as the shame and embarrassment boiled up in him.

Both the ghosts were touching him now. Four soft hands, cool against his own hot skin, caressed him. George felt his own passions rising up dangerously inside him. He was on the brink and he knew there was no way he could stop himself tipping over the edge. He cried out in pleasure as the wave of orgasm rippled through him. His whole body tensed and then went limp.

Just as the second ghost had promised, the tentacles suddenly released him. They vanished back into the darkness, and the worn out boy dropped down onto the floor. He gasped for breath as he lay on the wooden floorboards. He was so tired, and his muscles ached from all the struggling and all the intense pleasure. For a few moments he was unable to move, he was so exhausted. He looked around him but could no longer see the ghosts, although he suspected they were still there somewhere, rendered invisible in the bright torch light. He looked up at the door to outside. It had previously been blocked by tentacles but now there was nothing blocking his exit.

He staggered to his feet. His legs felt like jelly as he tried to walk across to the exit. Dread filled him at the sound of laughing. The ghosts were still there, somewhere. He forced his legs to work and ran in the direction of the door. Suddenly he collided into something. He could barely see but he knew it was one of the ghosts. The giggles that emerged from it were a big clue. The ghost grabbed his arms and tried to pull them together but George managed to escape and staggered away.

He tried for the door again, only to find himself run into yet another invisible barrier. This time the ghost pulled George to him, their naked bodies tightly together, and then kissed him. George pushed the ghost away and tried to run round him to the door. He could hear them laughing. They were acting as though it were a game. It was impossible to see them in order to avoid them. Only the slight glow of an outline suggested where they were, but it was always too late and they managed to grab hold of him. The only time they were visible seemed to be if they were in the dark, their outlines truly glowed then. George scooped the torch from off the ground and switched it off. They were instantly plunged into complete darkness.

This had several consequences. Firstly, the ghosts were instantly visible, they were both naked and extremely aroused. Secondly, it was clear that although George could easily see them, they couldn’t see him at all in the dark. Thirdly, and most worryingly for George, he couldn’t see anything either, including the door. At least he could now see the ghosts in order to avoid them. He held his fingers out to one side until they found the wall, then he ran along, using the wall as a guide, searching for a way out.

The ghosts were not happy. They began dashing around in a bid to find their play thing. They almost ran into him twice but George managed to keep out of their way. Suddenly he found the door frame. Joy welled up inside him at the thought of escaping. True, he’d be running naked, still with an arousal, through the street but that was something he was willing to go through right now. He found the door knob and twisted it. It made a loud creaking noise and the two ghosts instantly spun to face him and ran at him.

George had barely got the door an inch open when a ghost slammed into it, knocking the door closed again. The ghost stayed firmly against the door, holding it closed, as the other ghost grabbed George from behind and pulled him away from the door. George struggled but he couldn’t escape this time. They had been playing before but now they meant business. George was surprised by how strong they truly were when they wanted to be.

The ghost that had pinned the door closed ran back over to the torch and switched it back on, in order to see George properly and also make it more difficult for George to see them. The ghost looked up and cooed appreciatively at the sight of the struggling boy and walked back over to them. He walked in front of George, and pressed their bodies together. George was stuck between them both, the meat in a ghost sandwich. The ghost rubbed their arousals together and the ghost behind George rubbed his arousal in the crease of George’s buttocks. George cried out as he found himself becoming fully aroused again. He could hear the ghosts grunting and groaning, their faces resting on his shoulders, either side of him. Eventually the ghost in front of him moved back and allowed the ghost behind him to bend the boy over. George struggled, but found himself with his arms braced against the wall, bent over, as the ghost behind him pulled his buttocks apart and burried himself deep inside. George stifled a whimper as the ghost pounded into him, he bent over him, bracing himself with a hand on his shoulder and one on his arm.

George cried out in pleasure as the other ghost got on his knees and sucked hungrily on him. George came quickly this time, but it was a few seconds more before the ghost behind him had finished, releasing hot liquid inside him and letting out a deep groan. The liquid burned inside of George and seemed to reach out across his body, having some sort of reaction with him. Suddenly George felt dizzy and he lost consciousness.

He awoke several hours later and knew something was wrong. Both the ghosts were sat patiently either side of him. George sat up quickly, his head spinning. He looked at his hand and his eyes widened with fear. It had gone see-through just like the other ghosts. Suddenly they grabbed his arms and lifted him to his feet. The tentacles had returned and they slithered past him. He looked over his shoulder, whilst the ghost walked him away, and saw his own dead body lying on the floor, the tentacles scooped it up and took it away into the darkness. A ghostly hand turned his face back around and then ran comfortingly through his hair. George remained silent, still in a state of shock.

“It’s okay,” one of the ghosts whispered. “don’t be scared.”

“You’ll live forever now. And I promise you‘ll grow to like it here, we play such fun games.” The other said.

“And if it’ll cheer you up, we will let you have first dibs on the next person that comes here.”

They heard the front door creak open slightly. A boy in the same style school uniform as George’s peered around the corner. “Err… are you okay, George? Um, sorry we all ran off like that. It’s just… those tentacles looked rather nasty. Heh. Err… George?” He stepped inside, and peered into the gloom. “I hope you’re not angry. I swear I was gonna help you… I just… umm. George?”

A cold invisible hand wrapped around his shoulders and he screamed.

The end.

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