Author Disclaimer: This is a work of fantasy/fiction and any resemblance to any person, or place is not intentional. It is my first story creation and I welcome your review and kind comments.
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A few weeks before Halloween...
The invitation came in a thick black envelope with gold lettering. Inside was a single gold cardstock sheet with black lettering:
Private Party: Halloween Masquerade
Halloween 11pm.
Your host: Drake Daemon
Address: 666 Devils Reach Drive
Hmmm... Impressive. I don't recognize the address but it's close by. Drake ...that name sounds vaguely familiar, I wonder how I know him?
Oh, wait, I bet he's the guy I met at "Scandals" two weeks ago... tall, dark and mysterious!
Now I remember... yeah, Drake... a stud, looked to be in his late 20s, about 6'2", 185#, dark thick hair, chiseled face, with just the right amount of scruff. I don't recall what he was wearing but he looked good, and there was no hiding the buff body under his clothes and the substantial bulge in the crotch of his pants.
I'd had a few drinks before I met him, so I don't remember everything we talked about but I do recall his dark piercing eyes and how he seemed to look right into my soul.
I felt my pulse quicken and cock thicken in my tight jeans as I looked into his eyes and remember him saying, "we will meet again," and everything after that is fuzzy... I guess I need to cut back on the alcohol.
Erm, I must have given him my address-- whatever, I don't have any plans for Halloween and am definitely up for a party. His invite is impressive, so I'm sure the party will be great. I'll have to think about what to wear.
Oh, about me, I'm James, 22, just graduated from College this past May and am working some odd jobs right now until I find what I really want to do. I'm an only child and lost my parents five years ago in a car crash and have pretty much been on my own since that time.
I was on the swim team in High School and College so I have a lean, smooth body, nicely defined chest, cut abs and a tight bubble butt on my 5'10" frame. I continue to swim 4-5 days a week to keep in shape. I have short-cropped blonde hair, and am told I'm good looking by the few people I've dated. My cock is uncut, about 7" and pretty thick.
Sexually, I don't have a lot of experience with girls or guys but I am finding my attraction and curiosity leaning more to guys. I don't like labels, but I guess I'm a straight guy, Bi curious. In high school I dated a few girls, but when things started to get more serious I ended it...no need to rush into anything.
With guys, usually after a few beers, I've topped a few times, but never penetrated... mostly just mutual J/O and 69... like I said, I'm curious.
So, I feel my experience is limited at this point, but for the last couple of weeks, I find my mind wandering at times about having a guy take control and giving me what he knows I need. I've never thought of myself as the submissive type, I've always been sort of independent, confident, more leader than follower. But in the last two weeks, my nightly dream fantasies have involved some pretty strange situations, always with me naked, restrained in various ways, and being sexually stimulated, anally penetrated.
I usually wake up at the point of orgasm, feeling strange, drenched in sweat, my heart racing and realize that I've cum all over myself.
In my dream I don't see the person controlling me but I have an intense longing to give myself to him and be under his control.
Like I said, these are not feelings I've had before and I'm finding my mind wandering during the day thinking about this mystery person and what is happening to me. I usually end up aroused, leaking and with an uncomfortable erection and have to sneak into the restroom at work and stroke out a load. Intense!
...What is happening to me?
The next weekend I went out shopping for a costume for the Halloween Masquerade party. After shopping around I decided to go in all black, black skinny leather pants, black body hugging long sleeve button shirt and a simple black eye mask. I know what you're thinking, not really imaginative when it comes to costumes!
Ugh, I can't stop thinking about this guy, Drake; his eyes just keep coming back to my thoughts. What is going on? My cock is getting thick just thinking about him now. I can't wait for the party so I can meet him again and find out more about this mystery man.
Days go by:
It's Halloween night and I Just finished showering and getting dressed for the Masquerade party. I jacked off in the shower to calm me down a bit...yeah, I really needed the relief!
I decided to take a cab to the party just in case I have too much to drink.
The house is located behind a gated drive and sets back from the street about 100 yards. The expansive house is quite impressive from the street, gothic style with a circular drive. The cab driver drops me off out front and I get his number so I can call him when I'm ready to go home.
I don't see any other cars out front, so maybe others had the same idea and took a cab or parked on the street. As I walk up the front steps I notice a sign that says: Enter at your own risk! and the front door is slightly open, so I take that as a signal to just come on in to the party. Spooky! I'm excited with anticipation for the party.
The entry way opens up into a large dimly lit foyer with a large
spiral stairway to the right. Directly ahead is a wide hallway.
The interior is richly furnished and all of the lighting is dimmed by candlelight. There are some carved pumpkins on the hall table and an arrow pointing down the hallway. I wonder where everyone is hanging out; I guess I'll follow the arrow.
The hallway is long and dark, only lit by candles (probably for the spook factor) and I can faintly hear music coming from the back of the house. As I walk down the hall I see light spilling out into the hall from a room at the end. I have goose bumps in anticipation.
As I get to the room and look inside I discover that it's a den, with a desk on one end, with a single chair facing the desk, a crackling fireplace, and another door leading to yet another room.
I'm starting to feel like I maybe wandered into the wrong house and my sense of fight or flight is about to kick in and the hair is standing up on the back of my neck...
When suddenly I hear a deep voice say, "Welcome to my home, James."