Wakefield Manor

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"I'm not scared".

Even as I said the words, I wasn't sure if it was my friends that I was trying to convince, or myself. The old hospital was, after all, over two hundred years old and had been the the backdrop for every ghost story since middle school.

"There's no way you'll do it" Jack smirked, "you're too much of a pussy".

I scowled at him. At eighteen, I was apparently yet to grow out of caving to peer pressure.

"How long should I stay in there?" I asked, with a fake air of confidence, but it seemed to do the trick as my three pals grinned with excitement.

"Until one minute past midnight" Shaun whispered, "that's when Larry Edison comes out".

I gulped.

"W... Who?"

"Larry Edison" Jack said, "legend says that he was locked up there after killing his entire family on Halloween night, and every year he roams the corridors of Wakefield Manor with the hammer that he used to cave–"

"Alright, alright, I get it" I interrupted, "it's just a ghost story, anyway".

"I don't know" Shaun shrugged, "my older brother and his friends used to come up here every year and try to last the full night, but none of them ever could".

"Well, I will" I nodded, hyping myself up, "we're not kids anymore, it's just an old building".

By the time night fell, I couldn't deny the fact that I was becoming increasingly worried. Sure, it was all in my head, but it didn't make it any less scary, and as the four of us walked from the town out toward the large abandoned hospital, I felt rather envious of the other three.

"Enjoy your night, bro" Jack chuckled, patting me on the back, "and don't forget the walkie talkie is in your bag if you bump into Larry, or anyone else for that matter".

"Walkie talkie?" I scoffed, "what are we, ten?"

"You don't need to do this, Parker" Lily told me, "it's quite stupid if you ask me. I bet there are hundreds of hazards in there, it's... It's reckless!"

"Well it's a good thing nobody asked you then, isn't it?" Shaun yawned, and before I knew it, we had reached the old iron gates of Wakefield Manor.

"One minute past midnight" I said aloud, "where will you guys be?

"In bed, probably" Jack shrugged.

"Will the walkie talkie reach all the way to your house?" I asked, somewhat nervously.

"Oh, so now you're worried about the walkie talkie" Shaun laughed, "what are you, ten?"

I elbowed him and took a deep breath. It's just a building.

I was smaller than average, and slimmer, too, so squeezing through the bars was easier than jumping over them. When I stood on the grounds of the old hospital, I looked back at my friends who were nodding in encouragement.

"Have fun" Jack called, "just remember, never look back over your right shoulder!"

"Shut up, Jack!" Lily hissed, "don't listen to him, Parker".

The hospital was huge, but in the cover of darkness, the shadow that it threw made it look even larger. There must have been ten floors at least, and each one seemed a little more dilapidated than the previous.

I took the crumbling concrete steps toward the large wooden doors and had one more glance back.

"Stop being stupid, Parker" I growled to myself, "it's just a building".

Part of me prayed that the doors would be locked, but when I twisted the rusted handle, they creaked open and a wave of dread poured out over me.

I stepped inside, feeling the creaky floorboards dip and groan as I entered the dusty darkness of Wakefield. If the stories were true, this place had been home to some of the most depraved psychopaths in the country, but even if they were guilty of their crimes, their punishments were barbaric.

Countless kids and teenagers had come in and out of this place since it closed back in the sixties, but the first floor looked almost untouched. An old desk, although rotted, ran the length of one of the walls, and I was rather shocked to see that a rotary phone remained in place. Something about it gave me chills.

I could have stayed where I was, kept next to the door for a quick escape should the need arise, but I wasn't a child anymore. If I was ever going to call myself a man, I had to suck it up, so I headed for the staircase with my heart racing.

The old wallpaper wept on the damp walls. Most of it had fallen away, but large chunks still hung off, casting more shadows and giving the appearance of figures standing in the darkness.

As with all old buildings, the place made noise, where noise wasn't supposed to happen, but Jack's words, although stupid, still played in my head.

"Don't look back over your right shoulder" I said to myself, feeling the air grow colder as I ascended the stairs.

The second floor was a far more dismal place than the first. The corridor was long and narrow, broken up on each side by doors to small rooms which I could tell were used to house the patients. I didn't want to look inside, but morbid curiosity got the better of me.

There were small barred windows to each door, and reluctantly I peered through one. A man stood inside, staring back at me and a jolt of terror ran through me. I backed away quickly, crashing through the door behind me, and falling straight to the floor inside and now I was in a cell.

With my eyes wide and my heart slamming in my chest, I scrambled with my bag and ripped the walkie talkie out with one hand, and the torch with the other. I could hardly hold either of them still, but as I directed the beam toward the cell opposite, I sighed with relief.

In the darkness of the small room, it was no man that looked back at me, but a mannequin. The relief made me laugh, but I still couldn't shake the feeling as I got to my feet and continued up the corridor.

On the third floor, the area was much larger, with old, stained beds littering the place. Brown, leather straps hung lifelessly from the edges, making me wonder how many poor souls were strapped down and experimented on. The image was grim, but what was worse, was the sound of footsteps behind me.

I froze in place, the blood draining from me as the air became ice cold around me. Every breath I took was forced and broken, but it was no mistake. The steps grew louder, crunching broken glass beneath the heavy boots and approaching me ever so slowly.

A whimper escaped my lips. Who was I kidding? I was no man, I was still a boy deep down, and now I wished that I had just fucking listened to Lily.

The noise stopped and all I could do was squeeze my eyes shut and pray that when I opened them, it would be daylight.

When I opened them, however, it wasn't daylight that greeted me.

I opened my mouth to scream as the horrifying face stared back at me, inches away, with its arms reaching toward me. I stepped back, watching as the scarred, burned flesh rushed toward me, and felt something grab at me from behind.

Something slid over my head, blinding me from the horrors, and as the flashlight and walkie talkie fell from my hands, I was dragged into the air and we were moving.

The fear inside me was like nothing I had ever felt before. They hadn't been silly ghost stories or childish fairytales. They'd all been real, and now I was going to be the main character of the stories for generations. The idea nearly made me pass out, but I managed to keep myself conscious until my feet found the floor and my butt found the wood of a chair.

When the sack was yanked off my head, I refused to open my eyes. If I was going to be brutally killed by Larry fucking Edison, then it was best that I didn't have to watch it happen. As tears began to squeeze from my eyes and my bladder threatened to give up at any minute, I heard it.

"Who the fuck is that?"

"Huh?"

"Who is this kid?"

"Oh shit, that ain't Richard"

"No shit, yo kid, who the fuck are you?"

With my entire body still frozen in fear, I inched one eye open and looking back at me were three college aged guys, one who I recognised instantly, and the other two who were removing masks from their faces.

"Oh you've got to be fucking kidding me" Shaun's older brother Rocko sighed, "this is my little brother's friend".

I wiped my eyes quickly. As relieved as I was to see that it wasn't Larry Edison, I'd just completely fucking humiliated myself in front of college guys.

"What the fuck are you doing walking around this place on your own?" Rocko growled, "shouldn't you be out with Shaun knocking on doors and shit?"

"I'm eighteen" I told him, "I'm a bit old for trick or treating".

"Not too old to piss your pants though" one of the others sniggered, and cracked open a can of beer as I checked my pants for piss, of which there was none.

"Here" he said, handing me the can, "drink".

I wasn't much of a drinker. In fact, I had never drank before, but after what had just happened, I didn't quite care, and began gulping the vile stuff, anyway.

The room was pretty big, with only a few chairs in a circle and another bed behind them. As Rocko began to smoke, and the others sat down, they all stared at me.

"If you say a word of this to my brother, I'll stick your head up his ass, got it?" Rocko spat, and I nodded.

I wasn't sure why he wanted me to keep quiet about it, though. Rocko was at least twenty, and the two guys he was with looked to be the same. I wasn't about to argue, however.

"Alright, I ain't waiting for Richard any longer" one of the other guys said, and I noticed now how muscular he was.

I continued drinking the beer, but a moment later, my eyes widened and my mouth fell open. The guy stood up, placed his beer on the chair and walked toward Rocko. I watched as he unzipped his pants, shoved his hand inside, and pulled out the largest cock I'd ever seen.

Rocko glared at me with narrow eyes, before pointing his finger at my face.

"I'm warning you, kid" he snarled, "not a word".

I couldn't even speak as Rocko turned his head, and without even flinching, took the guys giant cock into his mouth.

"Are you gay?" The third guy asked me, but I couldn't take my eyes off the sight before me as I slowly shook my head.

"Everyone's a little gay on Halloween" he whispered, and now I realised how close he was.

He was a handsome guy, but I'd never even considered dudes in that way, so when he put his hand on my leg, I wasn't sure how to feel about it. I stared down as it slid closer and closer to my crotch, before he squeezed me.

This was completely insane, but I guess we were in the right place to be insane. I don't know why I didn't stop him, but after the terror I'd felt moments before, feeling a bit of pleasure wasn't all that bad, even if it was from a guy.

He squeezed my cock through the fabric of my sweatpants, and strangely enough, I felt myself begin to harden.

"Told you" he smirked, jerking me through my clothes.

Across from us, Rocko continued to suck the other guy off and I couldn't help but gawp at them as my own cock was fondled. What the fuck was happening here?

"That's Reece" he told me, pointing to the guy with his cock in Rocko's throat, "and I'm Mikey. Sorry for... Earlier".

Rocko stood up now and lowered his pants. He'd always been such an asshole, but seeing him strip naked was doing something to me that it shouldn't have, and it took me a moment to realise that Mikey's hand was now inside my pants.

"Why don't we get these clothes off you?" Mikey whispered, but I was too preoccupied with watching Rocko lean across the bed and spread his ass cheeks open.

I allowed Mikey to slide my shirt over my head. As cold as it had been in the rest of the creepy hospital, it felt rather warm here. He stood me up, loosened my pants, and lowered them down.

"Look" he called to the other two, and both of them turned around to watch as my boxer briefs were yanked down my legs.

My boner bounced back, and both Rocko and Reece smirked at me. If the situation had been different, I would have covered myself up, but what was the point? Rocko was literally getting fucked in front of me.

Mikey was naked a minute later, leading me over to the bed where Rocko was being forcefully impaled.

"Get on your knees" he told me, "and get your tongue in there".

I looked to where he was pointing. He wanted me to stick my tongue in Rocko's ass whilst Reece was fucking it. Perhaps it was the alcohol, or perhaps it was the erection, but suddenly it didn't seem as gross as I would have expected.

Mikey guided me onto my knees next to the sex, and took me by the back of the head. The sound filled my ears, and the stench of man filled my nostrils. Just a few seconds later, my tongue found Rocko's hole, and I lapped at it as Reece's cock dragged pre-cum into my mouth.

"What a little cock whore" Reece grinned, pulling his wet prick directly from Rocko's ass and sliding it into my mouth.

It took me off guard, and I gagged violently when it happened, but the taste was phenomenal, and instantly I realised that cock wasn't so gross after all.

"Look at the little cocksucker go" Mikey sniggered, and when I opened my eyes, I found his pole inches from my face.

Rocko turned around, too. His cock wasn't very big, but he didn't seem to care. He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me off Reece's one, then slapped his hard dick against my lips.

"I never took you for a cocksucker, Parker" he said, wiping his pre-cum on my face, "does my brother know?"

I shook my head and his grin widened.

"Good" he said, pushing his meat into my mouth, "now we both have a secret".

I sucked his cock for quite a while, tasting the deliciousness of his fluids until I was pulled to my feet and dragged onto the old restraint bed.

"Hold his legs" Reece said, and Mikey and Rocko took one leg each and lifted them backwards to expose my butt.

"Wow, wow, hold on a second" I gasped, feeling my cheeks spread apart, "I ain't gay like that" I added, and the three of them sniggered.

"No harm in finding out though, is there?" Mikey asked, and slid his finger across my hole.

I shivered with pleasure, feeling trails of pre-cum spill from my hard cock, which Rocko now took in his hand.

"Come on, dude" he whispered, slowly jerking my throbbing boner, "live a little".

As Mikey greased his cock with a small bottle of lube, I considered my options. It had already gone this far, and who would ever find out, anyway? Rocko wouldn't dare tell anybody, and Mikey was right, what was the harm in trying?

I nodded, and their smiles lit up their handsome faces.

Reece crawled onto the bed as they kept my legs spread apart for him, and suddenly I felt the straps across my naked torso.

"What are you doing?" I asked nervously as they bound me to the bed, but Mikey shushed me by sticking his cock in my mouth.

"Less talking" he sniggered, "more sucking".

As I sucked his cock, Rocko leaned forward and took mine in his mouth. It felt like sparks of electricity as I received my first ever blowjob, and a moment later, I felt Reece's fingers sliding into my ass.

I couldn't deny the pleasure that was coursing through my veins. This was turning out to be the best Halloween ever.

When I was sufficiently loosened, Reece aimed his large cock toward my virgin ring and began to spread me open. I gasped into Mikey's cock, but it took only a few minutes for the pain to turn to pleasure, and now I was moaning.

"Look at this little whore" Reece snarled, playing with my balls as he drilled my hole, "he fucking loves it!".

Mikey let Rocko use my mouth now, and he began sucking on my throbbing cock. It was magical, and in less than ten minutes, I was reaching climax.

"Should we let him cum?" Mikey asked, licking the head of my cock as it twitched and spasmed.

"Only if he promises to come back again" Reece grunted, "he's got the ass of a fucking angel".

Sweat was pouring down me now as Mikey returned to sucking me off, and after another ten minutes of beautifully agonising pleasure, I could hold off no longer.

My cock exploded in Mikey's mouth, sending bursts of intense pleasure through my entire body. As I filled his mouth, Rocko filled mine and I began gulping down his sperm.

"Fuck!" Reece gasped, and now he was cumming, and I could feel him fill up my rectum with his seed.

Mikey stood up, cum dripping down his chin as he pumped his cock in his hand, and a few seconds later, his spunk was spraying across my face, drowning me in his load as Reece squeezed the remainder of his onto my balls.

Everything went quiet, but for the sound of our heavy breathing as sweat and cum dripped from our bodies. I remained bound in place, as the others sat back down and grinned over at me.

"You know" Rocko said breathlessly, "it's only nine o' clock, which means we have another three hours before Larry Edison comes out to play".

I stared at him, still trying to catch my own breath as he gulped from a can, "so what do you say, Parker? Are you up for three more hours?"

Even through the post nut clarity, my cock began to swell.

"Sure" I smirked, "I guess everyone's a little gay on Halloween".