Chapter 2
Joel found himself standing over the Ouija board again and again, night after night. He’d repeat the same trick that brought it back — a little bit of his blood, and he’d wander back into his room to get dicked down in his mindless haze.
But it would never stay long enough to finish the job. Joel got more frustrated with each failure; he needed to cum with that thing inside him so badly. He wouldn’t rest until he got what he wanted.
It took him a while to learn the trick: the thing would stay based on how much blood he offered it.
Holding his breath, he held his arm out over the Ouija board. The act of bringing the razor up to his hand alone made him unbearably wet, knowing what would come next when he let himself bleed out. Something that was once routine became something more. The act of offering his flesh and blood itself became its own ritual that left him shaking with need. He’d give away more of himself if it meant he could get what he was chasing after.
Blood spilled down onto the board from the thin wounds. As much as it desired, Joel would give.
Then came the compulsion to go back to his room. Back to his bed.
At this point, he would do it willingly. He didn’t need whatever mind games that thing was playing to make him want this. He made sure to shed his clothing before getting there; he was tired of having his clothes ripped to shreds.
Everything happened fast. He was forced face-down on his bed once again, the crushing weight of something unseen crashing down on top of him. With a needy whine, he lifted his hips as much as it would allow, presenting his dripping-wet sex for it to claim. A loud moan was torn from his throat when it pushed its length into him, just as it had done every night for the past week, filling him until Joel could hardly stand it. He hugged his pillow and buried his face in it, wiggling his hips as much as he could so he could chase that sweet friction.
“Fuck me, please,” he mumbled into the pillow. A risky move considering up until now he always felt as though it was dangerous to utter a single word. Or maybe he felt that it wasn’t his place to speak. He didn’t get to have a say in what he was given or how much. It wouldn’t have waited for his permission, anyway; it started fucking him at a savage pace, leaving Joel screaming helplessly into his pillow. Nothing else had ever filled him so perfectly and stretched him just right. It was as if it conformed to his wants and needs.
Joel could feel what felt like hands reaching underneath his hips to lift his ass higher. He wanted to look back, he wanted to look and see what was going on back there. To catch even a glimpse of what was ruining him. But it felt as though gravity was holding his entire body down.
Save for his hips. It must have been pleased with Joel offering himself up in this position.
Each pound of its cock had Joel screaming, his whole body and the bed itself all being slammed forward every time. He struggled for enough air to fill his lungs, most of it spent on his screams. If the neighbors could hear, they’d think he was being murdered, and it made him thankful that he had the foresight to muffle himself. They might still be able to hear the sound of the headboard slamming into the wall, but at least they’d know he was getting the best sex anyone’s ever had.
Tears stained his pillow. It was too much, but he never wanted it to stop. He kept trying to gauge how big the creature might be, making guesses based on the way it filled him up and the force of the “hips” that were slamming into his ass hard enough to leave bruises.
No use. He couldn’t get a read on it.
Oh well. Did it matter?
Joel’s fingers gripped deep into that poor defenseless pillow, pulling on it so tightly that the fabric underneath the pillowcase was starting to rip. What the fuck ever; he mumbled into his pillow, trying to beg for more. Harder, faster, anything it wasn’t already giving him, he wanted it. Joel couldn’t get the words out from under his muffled screams, but it didn’t matter. That thing behaved like it knew all of Joel’s deepest desires. It could practically read his mind. What felt like hands gripped and squeezed his hips before he felt it pick up speed, and if Joel wasn’t already crying before he sure as fuck was now.
More, more, more! Holy shit, more! And don’t you fucking dare leave me this time!
Joel started babbling when he finally felt himself careening towards the orgasm he’d been hunting for days. The first time the beast let him get this close. He silently prayed that it wouldn’t choose now to disappear, leaving him a broken and horny wreck to clean up on his own. A long moan escaped him as he felt his walls start to clench and tighten, all while the creature above him remained ever silent.
As he felt his walls start to clench and tighten, the creature stilled itself inside of him, and he could feel his insides flooding with its cum. It held itself in deep, holding Joel in place so he still couldn’t pull himself away if he wanted to.
Joel let out one final long squeal of a moan as he came while being bred by the creature to whom he offered his body.
When Joel’s orgasm ended, the entity was still going, filling him up with enough cum that he felt his lower belly start to swell. He thought he felt full before, but this was almost too much. Joel clenched his eyes shut and waited for it to finish, teeth clenching in discomfort at how his belly stretched to hold everything in.
More and more flooded in. Joel let out a nervous whine. He knew better than to defy his owner, but this felt like it was going to go on forever.
But just like that, it was over. The creature, ghost, whatever it may be, was gone again, waiting for Joel’s next blood offering. Cum poured out from his pussy now that there was no cock to keep it all in place, gushing more when he let his body collapse down onto the sheets. The pressure on the bulge in his belly made him groan in discomfort, but it seemed to go down as more spilled out of him.
Joel lay half unconscious in the soiled sheets, in a growing puddle of his fluids and those of the creature.
He’d have to remember to put towels down next time.
As if that would help.
