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The Haunted House Damn it was funny. Billy didn't think so of course, not by a long shot, but hell, he just deserved it, and so it was fun to do and I am not ashamed to have done it. His big mistake was taking away my girl, and when he did that, and started fucking her, I just got madder and madder. He bragged about it too, and as a twenty year old who has lost his girl I just didn't take it very well. Yeah, I got lonely fast, and was soon horny as hell, and it started to eat on me. He didnt help himself either, yeah, in a way he brought it on himself actually. He was always rubbing it in, although not really meaning to do it. Still he would tell me how hot Jennifer's twat was and how wet she felt when he was pumping his cock into her. He even kept thanking me for giving her up, as if it had been my idea. Shit! We had been friends since middle school, and so it hurt me bad when he stole my girl. But I never gave him the satisfaction of knowing how much I hated him, and even though my friendship with him really ended when he took my girl, I never let him know and I pretended to be nice and not let him know how much it bothered me. But I started plotting, and I tried to figure out some way to win her back. She and I stayed friends, but she liked him more, and that was obvious, and so I knew that the chances of me ever fucking her again were slim to nothing. August and September were pure hell, with the two of them always going out and he grinning from ear to ear as he satisfied his balls weekend after weekend. Then, in October, I finally got my chance, and when I saw the opportunity I jumped on it with a vengeance. It all had to do with Halloween. I was into the holiday, and always had been, and so when Billy volunteered to help with the community haunted house, I too offered my services. I knew right then I'd do him in there, and I started planning it out and my idea came together. In the end, he and I were a part of a dozen guys in our fraternity who volunteered to run a haunted house, for charity of all things, and with my interest and abilities it was I that set up the design. That gave me an advantage, and it was what in the end doomed him of course. I set the entire place up so it was full of all kinds of morbid scenes. I wanted everything to seem so damn real, and so damn shocking, that the people walking through the place would never be able to tell what was real and what was not. I also wired the place up with 250 watts of sound, so the place was literally filled with screams and groans and all kinds of shrieks. It sounded good, and added to the horror of the place, and of course it also covered up any real screaming that happened to take place. The public was invited of course, and they paid $10 for their entrance fee. I designed it so that they were brought through in groups, and it was my job to take the money. I then guided the customers into a waiting area, complete with a fake fireplace and a picture over it that changed slowly from a living person into a dead skeleton. It was a simple effect to set up, and just entailed the use of a one way piece of glass and a light with a rheostat behind it to illuminate the skeleton. Once I had twenty people inside the waiting room, I would go back out and collect more money and gather another group for their trip through the haunted house. We were bringing in $200 per tour! We escorted the groups of twenty through the house, keeping them together as they went from one scene to another. It was from the waiting room the patrons were escorted through the other rooms of the house. Mark Kitman was an escort, and so was Tommy Barnes too. The rest of the guys ran the rooms, and played the parts of the creatures waiting to scare the shit out of those who bought their tickets. We werent allowed to grab or to touch the patrons, but other than that there werent any limitations on what we could do. Now, I love theatrics, and you can do a lot with a wicked mind and some practice. After the fireplace room, I set up the next one like a morgue, with a guy lying in a casket, screaming as if he was half-dead. Mark Vicker played that part, and he was great. The bottom half of his body was all guts, almost like he was disemboweled. He would pick up his intestines, holding them with pleading screams.....begging to be allowed to die so he could rest in peace. I set up the effect by getting a barrel of real hog guts, from a farmer just out of town, and with Mark screaming and flailing, sitting in the real pile of real intestines, it looked very convincing. The smell added to it of course, and more than a few patrons that went through the place vomited at the sight of it. In the next room I actually built a quasi-real guillotine. It had a working blade, and from the viewpoint of the audience it looked totally real and was so damn good that a couple of girls fainted when the blade fell and the head came off. I set it all up with a dummy. The head was attached with a plug, and the body of the dummy was filled with red dye. The head was featureless, made from a store manikin, but it had a full head of hair and it looked real enough. The featureless face allowed me to use a 16mm projector to project a film of a guys head screaming for mercy right onto it, which made it look totally alive. Sound effects added to it, and the screams were loud and hysterical as the "man" screamed and begged to be given another chance. The movie made it all look totally real. What made it interesting it that my old girlfriend, now Billy's girl, ran the thing. Jennifer was dressed as a witch, and she would chastise the "man" and prepare him for his death, calling out his crimes as "he" screamed for mercy. Finally, when it was all at a fever pitch, then with everyone watching she pulled the release lever that unlocked the big blade and allowed it to fall. So, as the "man" in the device screamed in the darkened room, the blade dropped like a stone, taking off the head when it reached the bottom. Just as the blade passed through the dummy head it tripped a solenoid, which cut off the screaming from the sound track, as well as the image from the projector, making it look as if the blade had silenced "him" just as the real guillotines of France once silenced so many throughout history. It was all so real looking that it was truly eerie. Even better, as that disembodied head tumbled forward toward the patrons that were watching, the hole it had plugged now dumped out close to a gallon of red dye, which poured out onto the floor in a flood of fake blood. The scene was perfect, with some old dead trees making it all look like a forest, complete with about ten fake heads that lay in a heap under the guillotine. The "blood" splashed onto them, and it was quite the effect! The thing took a full week to get working right, but it looked great and Jennifer had the perfect expression as she beheaded that dummy again and again. It could be setup in less than three minutes for the next drop, and so we beheaded that dummy almost a hundred times that night. With all the fake blood, of course it looked better and better as the night went on. Another room I designed was created to look like a prison, complete with a gallows. Robert Ollom played the part of the condemned man. He wore a harness under his clothes, and the rope went down behind him to the top of the harness. His hands were tied behind his back. We had a second rope, in a noose, that was around his neck, and it gave the impression of course that he was noosed with the rope from the gallows, even though the noose around his neck didn't go to anything. When the trap door was sprung he would fall a good eight feet, and then would jerk to a stop right in front of those watching, the rope from the gallows stretching out taut as it was tied to the top of his harness, hidden by his shirt collar. He would flail and jerk wildly then, and stick his tongue out, which we had dyed black, as he twitched and gasped and jerked on the end of the rope. He was a good actor, and he opened his eyes wide as he struggled on the end of the rope. It looked so damn real! We had his face made up so it appeared red, and his eyes had black circles around them. Before the drop you couldn't see the make up, but after it had happened, and he was swinging on his rope right in front of the crowd, doing the hangman's dance, they could see him clearly and it was freaky as hell. Slowly....very slowly, he would struggle until he "died," finally closing his eyes as if he was strangling to death. In the very end, just before the patrons were taken to the next room, he squeezed a bulb in his pocket, and it dumped a pool of yellow liquid down his pants leg, giving the impression he was pissing himself just as he twitched for the last time. It was a great effect, and we all laughed when we were setting it up. We had nine rooms in all, each more morbid than the next, and each so real and so convincing that it was hard to believe it was all faked. We had an electrocution room, and a chain saw room, and a final torture room that was of course my favorite. It was in that room, the torture room, that I set up Billy for his unmanning. I called it Billy's room, and in it I had set up a morbid scene where a man is tied out, stretched out on a flat table, with his legs spread and his ass resting on a board, thrusting it up and into the air. The man is naked except for his white jock strap, which glows under the black light. The table had restraints for his wrists and ankles, as well as for his thighs and knees, so once he was secured he couldn't move or close his legs or do much of anything really. The entire room was built like a torture chamber, complete with whips on the walls, and cuffs and ropes and all kinds of evil looking devices. In the center of the room there was a large pendulum, something right out of an Edger Allen Poe novel, swinging a heavy weight continuously from one side of the room to the other. Each swing was set up so that it literally smashed the big weight right into the groin of the man tied out, his legs spread wide and waiting for it. The weight pivoted on a long arm from the high ceiling, so it would swing a good seven feet of arc before the heavy weight smashed into its victim's genitals. I set the effect up by putting the tied out man in a jock, complete with a hard metal cup, so while it looked painful as hell it wasn't really as it seemed. Still, if he screamed and grunted loud enough then it looked like hell on hearth, and this weighted arm just slammed into his groin again and again and again. It was a hell of a scene, and most of the guys that saw that big weight smashing into that white jock, grabbed their own balls as the very thought of what they were seeing became too much to bear. The man's entire package would bounce with the impact, but it was really well protected within the safety of the metal cup, and so while it looked pretty sinister it really wasn't. Billy thought it was a hot scene, and he was into playing the part, screaming like a speared animal in a high pitched wail, as his balls were pummeled again and again. On the night of the final rehearsal, he did a great job, and we all agreed that it was a superb setup that would make any male cringe. On the night before Halloween the event kicked off to large crowds, and we started to rake in the money. The place was packed from the very beginning, and we had a large line outside that stretched half-way down the block. Nobody could believe all of the scenes, and the realism of the place had them coming back for more. I couldn't put my plan into motion at the beginning, but finally, after several hours of running the place flat out, we shut it down for a well deserved thirty minute break, even though the crowd booed when we did so. Finally, at eleven pm, with the line backed up even more, we got everyone back into position to reopen our haunted house. I was the only one not involved in running a particular room, since all I did was take the tickets. Finally, with everyone ready, I turned on the sound again, and then, just before I opened up the house again I went through one more time, checking the rooms and making sure it was all set up properly and each "actor" was ready. When I walked into Billy's room, I hardly gave him a look. I started the big pendulum in motion again, letting it smash into his groin, and made sure the restraints were tight so they would make it look real. He laughed when I was doing that, and said "Bring em on" then, as I turned and walked away. He just had no idea, and never suspected I was about to nut him. I walked out the room with a wave, and a friendly grin, but I didn't go very far. At the end of the hall I paused, and then I pulled out the white sheet that I had stashed there long before, and slipped it over my body like a demonic ghost. Then, I turned and walked right back into Billy's room, where he was now tied in place again on his table, the big pendulum making its giant sweep. His face went snow white when he saw me, and he had no idea who I was or even why I was there. But he certainly knew something was wrong, and if he wasnt certain when he saw me, he knew it soon enough when I put my hand on his metal cup and lifted it from him. I left the jock on, without its metal protective cup, and I could see his big cock curved inside of it, semi hard and eager even, his erection pushing outward on the jock which surprised me. Even in the jock he had a fat cock, with big, fat balls to match, and as I watched his big sac waiting there, I saw his expression change, and then I knew he had realized how suddenly totally vulnerable his nuts had become. At that moment he and I knew things for him would never be the same. He screamed, like a petrified banshee, and to me it was just another scream in a house of screams. I watched then, slowly, as the big pendulum made another giant arc, coming across the length of the room and right up between his legs. The flat end smashed into his big nuts, flattening them with a solid hit, and he screamed even louder then and bucked his hips, the look on his face one of total shock and disbelief, totally afraid, his eyes wide with the terror of what his world had become. Slowly, ever so slowly it seemed, the big pendulum fell away from him then, back, across the room, rising higher then towards the ceiling, kicked high by the small electric motor that kept it moving swing after swing. His eyes were wide, in a total panic, watching, watching the big weight as it looped through space. It stopped, momentarily, hanging suspended there, just before it started another sweep, arcing across the room, picking up speed and heading once again for his unprotected nuts. Once again, just as before, it crushed its way directly into his balls, flattening them completely. His left nut ruptured on that second swing, and he started convulsing then, screaming and screaming and screaming. As his nut ruptured his fat cock started spewing out his thick load of goo, right through the material of the jockstrap. As I saw him squirting out his load I new it was without question his last ejaculation as a man. I left then, left him there, squirting out his load in ropes of semen, spurting through the jock that held his balls and made them an easy target for the swinging weight that would be his undoing. He was literally fertilizing that jock in that room of horror, his fat dick puking out his seed in spurt after spurt. He was straining with every single muscle in his body to get loose, and it was all a wasted effort. I quickly dumped the sheet, and went back to the entrance and to taking the tickets, opening up the haunted house and starting another group of patrons through it as if everything was completely normal. Its funny, but they never said anything, and when they finally had gone through the house and had come to Billy's room, they didn't even catch on that what they were seeing wasnt something that was faked. He had long since shot his wad by then of course, and so all they saw was him screaming in a panic, his big nuts already pulverized. Even so, the big weight continued to smash into them again and again and again. His scrotum was flat and empty inside of that jock. Even his prick was being crushed, as it couldn't get out of the way trapped within the jock that held it like a prison. He was soon missing anything that would allow him to be called a man, his testicles crushed up and flattened literally into nothingness, his big cock smashed as well. Lots of people saw him being castrated of course, but they didn't believe what they were seeing and assumed it was all some trick of lights and makeup. We kept the haunted house running until 3am. The crowd had thinned out by then, and so we finally shut it down for good and turned off the music. I pretended to count the money, and let the others find Billy, who was now of course less than a man. He was lying on that table, still tied out with his arms and legs spread, his sac long since flattened and he now a neutered nothing. He had long since lost his voice he had screamed so much, and after hours of having his balls smashed his nuts were simply missing, his bag flattened like a piece of paper and everything inside nothing but mush. His balls were in every real since, simply gone. His cock was a mess, and was a deep purple and was literally broken. We called the ambulance, and the police, and stayed at his side until they came and picked him up. Of course, we all got questioned by the police, as did Billy, but none of us of course had seen anything, and nobody could remember any particular person dressed as a ghost. Luckily, Robert Ollom did remember seeing someone outside dressed that way earlier in the evening, when he went outside for a cigarette before things got started. Of course, that was hours before it had all happened, but it was enough to drag the investigation in that direction. Jennifer was the most distraught of anyone, and I held her in my arms and consoled her her boyfriend's loss. Of course, I along with everyone else, felt horrible for Billy, and I willingly shared my sympathy with Jennifer and offered to help him in any way I could. The next day, she and I visited him in the hospital, and seeking sympathy I think, he let us look at his dead cock that had been turned into a worthless hose. It was easy to see where they had operated on his nuts, and cleaned out his sac, and when I saw it the thing was flat and empty and purple. When Jennifer saw his messed up genitals she cried for him, but later, that very night, she came back to me. Of course, we didn't operate the haunted house as planned on Halloween, and instead we shared a few drinks and I consoled her on Billy's loss. Sometime just before midnight, she pulled me to her and almost before I knew what was happening she asked me to fuck her. Perhaps, she needed to know that there was still a hard cock in her future. I don't know what prompted her request, but I do know this. It felt so damn good to fuck her again, sliding my rock hard dick deep into her warm wet pussy. As I pumped out my wad of jism, I had the thought that it certainly made for a wonderful Halloween. [Authors note: © Copyright October, 2004. All rights reserved. Not to be copied without the consent of the author. If you liked the story, please write and tell me. Thanks. -Nathan |