In the dimly lit bedroom of the old, haunted house, Alistair, his girlfriend Kym, and their friend Jemma sat on the edge of a creaky bed. The air was thick with anticipation and the faint scent of aged wood and dust. They were ghost hunting, an adventurous yet eerie activity that had brought them to this mysterious location. Shadows danced on the walls, flickering with the subtle movement of their torches.
"So, do you think we'll see anything tonight?" Jemma asked, her voice tinged with both excitement and a hint of nervousness. She was a sceptic, much like Alistair, but the atmosphere of the house made even her second-guess her disbelief.
"Who knows?" Alistair replied with a chuckle. "Maybe we'll catch a glimpse of the ghost of Lady Wilkins. Or maybe it'll just be the wind playing tricks on us."
Kym leaned closer to Alistair, her breath warm against his ear. "Or maybe we'll create our own kind of fun," she whispered, her hand slipping discreetly under the blanket they had draped over their laps to fend off the chill.
Alistair felt a shiver, not from the cold but from the teasing touch of Kym's fingers. He turned his head slightly, catching her playful grin in the faint light. Their eyes met, and a silent understanding passed between them.
Jemma, oblivious to the intimate exchange, continued to look around the room, her torchlight sweeping over the old furniture and peeling wallpaper. "It's a bit creepy, isn't it?" she said, almost to herself.
Kym's hand moved more boldly now, cupping Alistair's balls through his jeans. He shifted, trying to stifle a gasp. "Yeah, definitely creepy," he managed, his voice slightly strained.
Jemma turned back to them, her curiosity piqued by the unusual tone in Alistair's voice. "Are you okay?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. Alistair nodded, trying to keep his composure. "Yeah, just a bit cold."
Kym's squeezed Alistair's balls, and his breath hitched. The playful gleam in Kym's eyes was unmistakable, and she leaned in to press a soft kiss to his neck, just below his ear. She let her hand slide to the growing bulge in his jeans, rubbing gently, her touch sending shivers down his spine.
Jemma's eyes widened as she caught on to what was happening. She felt a blush creep up her cheeks, but instead of looking away, she found herself intrigued, drawn into the intimacy unfolding before her.
"It looks like you two are finding ways to keep warm," Jemma said with a smirk, her tone teasing but curious.
Kym glanced at her, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "Jemma, do you want to see Alistair's cock?" she asked, her voice low and teasing.
Jemma, still basking in the afterglow, raised an eyebrow. "Yeah. Can I?" Kym grinned, her hand slipping down to Alistair's length. "I think you should have a closer look," she said, her tone both suggestive and inviting.
Alistair's cheeks flushed slightly, but he was too aroused by the idea to protest. He leaned back, allowing Kym to take the lead. Kym undid Alistair's jeans, pulling them down a little to give Jemma a clear view as she held Alistair's cock between her thumb and forefinger.
Jemma's eyes widened as she watched. She bit her lip, her own arousal reigniting. "It's not very big, is it?" she said, her voice a mix of curiosity and amusement.
Kym chuckled, nodding. "No, it's not. But you know what they say – it's not the size, it's how you use it." She leaned down, kissing the tip of Alistair's cock, making him groan softly.
Jemma moved closer, her eyes fixed on Alistair's erect member. "Do you like it, Alistair? When we talk about your little cock like this?" she asked, her voice sultry.
Alistair nodded, his breath hitching. "Yeah, I do," he admitted, his voice thick with arousal.
Kym grinned, looking up at Jemma. "Why don't you touch it, Jemma? See how it feels."
Jemma hesitated for a moment, then reached out, her fingers wrapping around Alistair's shaft. She stroked him slowly, feeling the smooth skin and the hardness beneath. "It's actually quite nice," she said, her voice soft.
Kym watched, her own arousal growing at the sight of her friend handling Alistair. "He's really sensitive," she said, her voice low. "Especially around the head."
Jemma's fingers moved to the tip, gently rubbing the sensitive spot. Alistair groaned, his hips bucking slightly towards her touch. "Like this?" Jemma asked, looking to Kym for guidance.
Kym nodded, her hand joining Jemma's. Together, they stroked Alistair, their hands moving in sync. "Exactly like that," Kym said, her voice husky. She leaned in, kissing Alistair deeply, her tongue exploring his mouth.
Alistair's moans filled the room as the two women pleasured him. Jemma leaned down, her tongue flicking over the head of Alistair's cock, tasting him. She looked up at Kym, with a mischievous gleam in her eye. Jemma smirked and said, "Did you know there's supposed to be a demon here that bites its victims?"
Alistair's breath hitched slightly, a mixture of residual pleasure and newfound excitement coursing through him. "I've heard the stories," he replied, his voice low.
Jemma's grin widened as she looked up at Kym. "What do you think, Kym? Should we see how much of a bite Alistair can handle?"
Kym's eyes sparkled with interest. "I think that's a great idea," she said, her voice dripping with playful malice.
Kym shifted, positioning herself beside Alistair's legs. Jemma mirrored her on the other side. Alistair, feeling the anticipation build, watched them with a mixture of curiosity and arousal. Kym's hand stroked his cock gently, bringing him back to full hardness.
"Ready, Alistair?" Kym asked, her voice teasing.
Alistair nodded, his heart racing. "Yeah, I'm ready."
Kym leaned down, her lips brushing over the sensitive skin of Alistair's cock. She kissed the tip softly before opening her mouth and giving a gentle, playful bite. Alistair hissed, the mixture of pain and pleasure sending jolts through his body.
Jemma followed suit, her teeth grazing the underside of Alistair's cock. Her bite was a bit firmer, drawing a sharp intake of breath from Alistair. "How's that feel?" she asked, her voice husky.
Alistair groaned, his body tensing. "It's... intense," he managed to say, his voice strained.
Kym and Jemma exchanged a mischievous look before continuing their playful assault. Kym's bites travelled down Alistair's shaft, each one a bit firmer than the last. Jemma focused on his balls, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin, sending waves of sharp pleasure through him.
Alistair's body writhed under their touch, the mixture of pain and pleasure overwhelming his senses. He could feel his arousal building again, the unique sensations driving him wild. Kym's mouth moved back to the tip, her teeth grazing the head of his cock before she took him into her mouth, sucking gently.
Jemma's bites grew bolder, her teeth sinking into the flesh of Alistair's balls just enough to leave marks. She licked the spots she had bitten, her tongue soothing the sting. Alistair's moans filled the room, his hands gripping the sheets tightly.
Kym pulled back, her eyes locked onto Jemma's. "I think he likes it," she said, her voice low and seductive.
Jemma nodded, her own arousal evident. "I think so too." She leaned down, her mouth joining Kym's on Alistair's cock. Together, they bit and licked, their tongues and teeth working in tandem to drive him to the edge.
Alistair's body trembled, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The combined sensations of their mouths, the sharp bites followed by soothing licks, were almost too much to bear. His hips bucked towards their mouths, seeking more.
Kym's teeth sank into the head of Alistair's cock one last time before she took him deep into her mouth, sucking hard. Jemma's mouth focused on his balls, her teeth and tongue working together to send jolts of pleasure and pain through him.
Jemma sunk her teeth into Alistair's stinging balls one last time, then looked at Kym and said, "He seems to be taking it well. Do you think he's ready for the real thing?"
Kym grinned, "Let's strip Alistair naked, tie him to the bed, and leave him alone. If there is a biting demon here, I'm sure it'll make itself known." Jemma's eyes widened, her arousal reigniting at the thought. "That sounds incredibly hot," she said, her voice breathy.
With a shared sense of purpose, Kym and Jemma set to work. They quickly stripped Alistair of his clothes, leaving him completely naked. His cock, still sensitive from their earlier play, twitched with anticipation. They found some old ropes in the room and used them to tie Alistair's wrists and ankles to the bedposts, ensuring he was securely restrained.
Once Alistair was tied down, Kym and Jemma stepped back to admire their handiwork. Alistair lay there, his body exposed and vulnerable, his cock standing at attention. The room seemed to pulse with an eerie energy, as if the spirits were already aware of what was happening.
"Alright, Alistair," Kym said, leaning down to kiss him softly. "We'll be right outside the door. If things get too intense, just call out, and we'll come back in." Alistair nodded, his heart racing. "Got it."
Kym and Jemma exchanged a final look before leaving the room, closing the door behind them. Alistair was left alone in the dark, his body tingling with anticipation and a hint of fear. The house was silent, save for the faint creaks and groans of the old wood.
For a few moments, nothing happened. Alistair's mind raced with thoughts of what might come next. He tugged at the ropes, testing their strength, but found that he was securely bound. The room seemed to grow colder, and the air was heavy with an unseen presence.
Then he felt it – a light, almost imperceptible touch on his thigh. He gasped, his body tensing. The touch grew firmer, travelling up his leg to his hip. It felt like fingers, but there was no one there. His cock twitched, the sensation both unnerving and arousing.
The touch moved to his balls, cupping them gently before giving a playful squeeze. Alistair moaned, his hips bucking slightly. The sensation was followed by another touch, this one on his chest, trailing down to his stomach. It was as if invisible hands were exploring his body and teasing him.
Alistair's breath quickened as the touches grew more insistent. He felt a mouth on his cock, warm and wet, but there was no one in sight. The invisible mouth sucked him slowly, its tongue swirling around the head. Alistair moaned louder, his body writhing in pleasure.
Then came the bites. Sharp, sudden, and painful. The first was on his inner thigh, making him cry out in surprise. The next was on his hip, then his balls. Each bite was followed by a soothing lick, the pain blending seamlessly with pleasure. It felt as though multiple entities were taking turns with him, their touches and bites driving him wild.
The biting demon seemed to take special interest in his cock. Alistair felt sharp teeth graze the sensitive skin, making him gasp. The demon's bites were firmer and more insistent, leaving marks that stung even as they aroused him. The invisible mouth continued to suck him, its pace quickening.
Alistair's moans filled the room, the sensations overwhelming him. He felt hands gripping his thighs, spreading his legs wider. The invisible mouth took him deeper, sucking him with a fervour that sent waves of pleasure through his body. The bites continued, each one sending a jolt of pain and pleasure straight to his core.
Then, all of a sudden, the pain stopped, and the invisible hands were gone. Kym and Jemma, hearing his cries of pleasure die down, opened the door and stepped back into the room. They found Alistair lying on the bed, his body marked with bites.
The energy in the room shifted once more. The air grew thicker, and a strange, oppressive presence seemed to settle over them. Kym and Jemma exchanged uneasy glances, sensing that something more sinister was at play.
Alistair, still tied to the bed, felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. He could sense something dark approaching, a presence that felt both malevolent and powerful. The legend of the demon that haunted the house resurfaced in his mind, sending a shiver down his spine.
Suddenly, a chill ran through the room, and a shadowy figure began to materialise at the foot of the bed. It was the demon, whose form was grotesque and terrifying. Its skin was mottled and rough, and its eyes glowed with an eerie red light. The demon's cock was large, misshapen, and covered in sinister-looking protrusions.
Kym and Jemma gasped, their eyes wide with a mixture of fear and fascination. The demon's presence was overwhelming, filling the room with a dark, otherworldly energy. It moved closer to the bed, its eyes fixed on the three of them.
Alistair struggled against his restraints, his heart pounding. The demon loomed over him, its breath hot and foul. With a sinister smile, the demon wrapped its long, bony fingers around Alistair’s balls, squeezing them just enough to make him wince. Alistair’s small cock twitched helplessly, a stark contrast to the demon’s massive, knobbly member.
The sight of Alistair, vulnerable and at the mercy of the demon, elicited giggles from both Kym and Jemma, who watched on intently.
The demon’s cock, heavy and grotesque, swung ominously. It lifted the massive appendage and brought it down with a resounding smack against Alistair’s smaller member. Alistair cried out, the sharp sting of the impact radiating through his body. The demon’s cruel laughter echoed in the room, joined by the chuckles of Kym and Jemma.
“Look at how tiny he is compared to that monster,” Kym said, her voice tinged with both mockery and arousal.
Jemma nodded, unable to tear her eyes away. “I’ve never seen anything like this. Poor Alistair,” she said, though her tone was more teasing than sympathetic.
The demon continued its torment, lifting its cock and slapping it down onto Alistair’s again. Each impact was accompanied by a painful squeeze of Alistair’s balls, the combination of sensations overwhelming him. His cock, small and hard, throbbed with a mix of pain and reluctant pleasure.
“Please, stop,” Alistair gasped, his voice strained. But the demon had no intention of stopping. It seemed to revel in the humiliation, feeding off the fear and arousal in the room.
Kym leaned in closer, her eyes locked onto the spectacle. “How does it feel, Alistair? Being humiliated like this?” she asked, her voice dripping with mock concern.
Alistair’s cheeks burned with embarrassment, but the dark pleasure of the situation kept him from fully protesting. “It hurts,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
The demon’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction. It lifted its cock again, this time using it to tap against Alistair’s balls, each touch sending a jolt of sensation through him. The demon’s long fingers tightened their grip, stretching and pulling Alistair’s balls, making him whimper.
Jemma laughed, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “I never knew a demon could be so creative,” she said, her voice light.
Kym nodded, her hand moving to her own body and touching herself as she watched. “It’s definitely something we’ll never forget,” she agreed, her voice husky with arousal.
The demon continued its cruel game, alternating between slapping Alistair’s cock and balls with its own monstrous member and squeezing and pulling at his sensitive skin. Alistair’s cries filled the room, a mix of pain and pleasure that seemed to heighten the demon’s enjoyment.
The demon's eyes locked onto Alistair's, and in that moment, Alistair realised the true extent of its malevolence. The playful torment had been just a prelude to something far darker. The demon's mouth opened, revealing rows of sharp, jagged teeth.
"No," Alistair whispered, his voice trembling with fear. "Please, no."
But the demon showed no mercy. With a sudden, vicious movement, it bit down on Alistair's cock. The pain was immediate and excruciating, a white-hot agony that tore through Alistair's body. He screamed, the sound echoing through the room, filled with terror and pain unlike anything he had ever felt.
Kym and Jemma screamed as well, their voices filled with horror and helplessness. They watched in shock as the demon's teeth sank into Alistair's flesh, blood spurting from the wound. The demon's eyes glowed brighter, its twisted smile widening as it fed on Alistair's pain and fear.
Alistair's screams grew weaker, his body convulsing as the demon bit down harder. The taste of blood seemed to excite the creature, with its growls growing louder and more guttural. Kym and Jemma could only watch in helpless terror, unable to do anything to save their friend.
Finally, with a sickening crunch, the demon bit off Alistair's cock. Blood poured from the wound, and Alistair's body went limp, his eyes glazing over with shock and pain. The demon held the severed flesh in its mouth, savouring the taste before swallowing it with a satisfied growl.
Kym and Jemma sobbed, their bodies trembling with fear and grief. The demon turned its attention to them, its eyes filled with cruel amusement. It moved closer, its long fingers reaching out to touch them.
"You're next," it hissed, its voice a sinister whisper that sent chills down their spines.
But before the demon could claim its next victims, the air in the room seemed to shift. A bright, white light filled the space, and a powerful force pushed the demon back. The creature snarled, its eyes narrowing with rage, but it was unable to withstand the force.
The light grew brighter, and with a final, furious growl, the demon was banished, its presence disappearing from the room. The oppressive darkness lifted, leaving Kym and Jemma shaking and clinging to each other.
Alistair lay motionless on the bed, his body pale and lifeless. Kym and Jemma moved to his side, their tears falling onto his still form. The haunted house seemed to sigh with relief, the spirits appeased by the sacrifice that had been made.
As the first light of dawn filtered through the windows, Kym and Jemma knew they had survived something truly horrific. The haunted house had claimed its victim, and they would forever be haunted by the memories of that night.
The legend of the demon that haunted the house would continue, but now it would include the tragic tale of Alistair, the man who had faced the darkness and paid the ultimate price. And Kym and Jemma, forever changed by the experience, would carry the scars of that night with them always.
