Ritual

Joel didn’t know what to do now. Everyone wanted to see more, but what did he have left to show? Nothing he posted was fake, he swore it up and down, and he wasn’t about to just make shit up for views. The thought crossed his mind, but no, he couldn’t do it. It would weigh on his mind forever. The truth would have to come out eventually.

But he had to do something. Google had all the answers, right? Wrong. Only a bunch of obvious bullshit. He’d have to think of something himself.

That was how he found himself standing over the Ouija board, making shallow cuts into his hand with a razor until he bled over it, driven by some deep impulse he had that he couldn’t explain. Desperation was part of it, but there was also this feeling of being compelled by something else.

He told himself he would do it just to see if something would happen.

…Nothing. Not surprising.

When “nothing” happened, he was overcome with the feeling that he needed to go to his room and lay down in bed. What felt like exhaustion washed over him suddenly, overpowering all of his senses. Just tired of all this, probably. Tired of all the bullshit. Tired of feeling the need to give people more just because he made one video that happened to breach containment. So tired of feeling like he needed to fuck around with stupid shit he didn’t understand to try to make something happen. And now here he was, his hand cut open and bleeding with nothing to show for it. Joel felt like a fucking dumbass.

Quickly his mind emptied of all thoughts other than the need to get to his bed. Words formed soundlessly in his mind, words he had no control over, telling him that what he wanted was waiting for him. Go and find it.

Arousal was also pooling in his groin. But he thought nothing of it. Like he had no thoughts of his own now. Joel couldn’t even question what was happening to him, locked in some trance that made his body move on its own.

When he approached his bed, he suddenly found himself thrown into it and pinned face-down into the covers, some unseen force holding down his entire body all at once and giving him barely enough room to breathe. He could only turn his head enough to stop himself from being smothered by his pillow.

Joel kept quiet and didn’t struggle. His unconscious mind, something deep down, knew what it was. He would just never be able to put it into words.

His pants and boxers were ripped off in one swift motion, shredded to pieces to expose his lower body to whatever was assaulting him from above. All he could see from his position was the outline of a hand pressing down into the mattress beside him. An indent where the hand would be, but no hand or arm there that he could see. He could feel the mattress on either side of him sinking under the weight of something massive and heavy, but there was nothing. Except there was; he could feel it. Something had him pinned down at his shoulders with otherworldly strength. If it felt any heavier, he was sure it could crush his bones to dust.

Joel let out helpless squeaks when something was shoved forcefully into his exposed folds, already sopping wet. Part of him wanted to cry out for it to stop, but his body wouldn’t let him. Every part of him, his mind included, held him back. There was nothing he could do to stop himself from being taken by force, leaving him to gasp with quiet pleasure every time it slammed itself into him. Not a single shred of mercy, and yet… it felt so perfect. It didn’t hurt like he thought his first time was supposed to.

He didn’t cry or beg for it to stop. It was happening, and he was willing to let it, even though he couldn’t see what was ravaging his body or hear anything besides the sound of a body slapping against his ass in a wild frenzy. Not even a single growl or airy breath; like the beast plowing him didn’t need air. He’d never had much of a libido before, but this had him seeing the light. It was incredible to think that this is what he’d been missing all this time. Joel’s first time would be shared with whatever that thing was, penetrated by something that he couldn’t even form an idea of the size of despite it practically rearranging his insides. Each stroke filled him up entirely, stretching him past his limits and rubbing every inch of his insides.

This had to be better than “real” sex with real people, or even with toys. What could replicate this?

But it left as quickly as it arrived, leaving Joel breathless and confused on his bed. It was as though it vanished into thin air, leaving no trace of itself that Joel could see other than his own aching arousal that he was left to take care of himself. No chance of that going away by itself at this point; he grabbed one of his extra pillows, shoved it between his legs, and started to grind himself against it. Even now that he was free from the trance he was trapped in, he was itching for more after the little taste of ecstasy he was given.

How cruel it was, to just up and leave him like that. Neither of them even finished, or at least he didn’t think it did. 

It made him want to chase it and make it come back to finish what it started.