The Pumpkin King: Chapter 5

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*thank you so much to the readers. I hope you enjoy this chapter. Guns, blood, bukkake, what more could you want?*

“Tommy what has gotten into you?” Santos asked as he saw his friend slowly undress.

Tommy had now taken off his brown pants and stood with just his white briefs on. Tommy’s look was dazed and he was unable to gain control of himself.

“He wants you Eric! We all do!” Tommy shouted as he made a lunge towards Eric’s direction.

“Fuck!” Eric shouted as he ducked just in the nick of time.

Santos grabbed a hold of his friend, but Tommy was too strong. Whatever spell he was under made him strong enough to toss Santos over his shoulder and onto the ground. Tommy was on a mission to get Eric.

Eric saw Santos get tossed like a rag-doll and knew he was no match for the hypnotized cop. Eric hurried up the stairs and looked for a way out.

“Where are you going Eric? We just want you to come with us. He needs you.” Tommy said with a sinister tone in his voice.

Eric began to panic. He had no idea of where to go. Eric tried to open up the windows to escape but they were bolted shut by the cult members, precautions in case Eric tried to escape their ritual. Eric ran to Santos’ bedroom and tried the windows in there, they too were bolted shut. Eric then decided to just break the glass, but the sounds of Tommy’s footsteps drew nearer and nearer. Eric was out of time.

With haste Eric ran into Santos’ small bathroom and locked the door. This was all he could do. Eric looked below and could see Tommy’s shadow underneath the bathroom door.

Boom!

The door began to pound violently. Tommy was going to get in no matter what. Eric tried to hold the door back, but with one more hit from Tommy, the door gave out and had landed on Eric.

Eric looked up and saw that Tommy had bloodied his knuckles. Tommy had literally beaten down the door. Eric scooted himself off the ground, but Tommy grabbed ahold of him quickly. Eric was now dangling in the air by his neck as Tommy looked him dead in the eyes.

“It will all be over soon! Sleep now!” Tommy said as he squeezed tighter on Eric’s throat. Eric was losing consciousness, and everything was becoming foggy. It was even hard for him to make out the shadow that had come up from behind Tommy.

“Fucker!” Santos shouted as he hit Tommy in the head with the stock of the shotgun.

Tommy let go of his grip and Eric fell to the floor. Santos quickly picked up Eric and brought him back downstairs.

15 mins later……

“You alright?” Santos asked as he moved a cold wet washcloth across Eric’s pale face.

“Yeah, just….having a hard time talking right now” Eric said as his voice was soft.

“Sorry I didn’t get to you sooner. But he really tossed me a good one.” Santos said with a smile as he kissed the top of Eric’s forehead.

“We….still have to leave here.” Eric said as he rubbed his red marked throat.

“He’s right. There will be more coming.” A faint voice said in the background.

Eric remembered that voice and quickly looked behind him to see Tommy, with blood dripping from his head and bandages around his knuckles.

“What the……fuck……are you doing here?” asked a panic Eric.

“Now Eric calm down, Tommy is normal again.” Santos said as he tried to calm down Eric.

“Bullshit!” Eric said as he slowly got up from the couch and made his way away from Tommy.

“I mean it Eric. Whatever happened to him, made him do those things. I think when I hit him in the head it knocked him back into existence.” Santos said.

“I’m really sorry Eric. I really am. I tried to stop myself but it’s like I couldn’t. All of a sudden, I saw you two standing by the door and then I heard this voice, this singing voice trying to tell me to get comfortable. It wanted me to relax and the voice sounded so beautiful, I couldn’t stop myself.” Tommy admitted as he looked down at his bloodied knuckles in shame.

Eric slowly moved towards Tommy and finally placed a hand on his shoulder.

“It’s okay….I’m sorry for over-reacting.” Eric said apologetically.

“Guys that’s all fine and dandy but we do have other problems right now.”, Santos said as he looked out of his front window.

“What is it?” Tommy asked as he got up to investigate.

Outside they could see dark shadowy figures standing still in the street. No other cars, people, or animals were coming down the street. The streetlights were dim and the moon was full. The wind was quiet and nothing but the blue light from the moon lit up the street. Santos knew they were in trouble.

“What do we do?” asked Eric as he grabbed onto Santos' muscular arm.

“We wont be able to fight them off. If they are anything like Tommy was when he was under, then there is no way we are going to beat them.” Santos said as he loaded more shells into his shotgun.

“I don’t have much ammo either guys. I got my pistol and I only got 8 shots left.” Tommy said as he looked at the shadowy figures that were still motionless outside.

“I have a couple more guns in the basement but not enough ammo for them. We are going to have to barricade ourselves in.” Santos commanded as he pumped his shotgun.

“But these people, these men, they are our townspeople Santos. You want us to kill them?” Tommy asked in confusion.

“Yes, we don’t have a choice anymore. They wont be holding back.”

The clock on the wall had just struck 11:25pm. In 35 minutes, it was going to be Halloween. The figures in the street slowly made their way to the house in a zombie like fashion. Eric had moved the couch to cover the front door. Tommy, back in his cop uniform, had the dining room table covering the front windows. As for Santos, he was upstairs checking all corners on his house. They were surrounded on all sides and there was no escape this time. All the men in the town had now gathered outside of Santos’ house. They wanted Eric and were going to get him no matter what.

“DOWN!” Santos shouted as he fired a shot at the front window, sending one of the townspeople flying back to the middle of the street.

Tommy quickly grabbed his pistol and aimed for another man who was trying to push back the table. Eric was holding the couch in place with all his might, but he was starting to feel weight push back at him.

“I can’t hold it much longer!” Eric shouted with all his might.

“Hold on!” Santos shouted as he ran upstairs.

Santos quickly ran to bedroom and knocked the glass open with his gun. Santos looked down at the front door and could see a group of men trying to push his front door down. Santos aimed his shotgun at the group and let 3 shots go off.

Pow!

The group of men that tried to push the door down were now a puddle of blood on his front porch. But this was not going to last as more men made their way to the front door.

Downstairs Tommy had let out a shot.

Bang!

Tommy was sad to see he had just shot the local baker, Mr. Thomas, right in the face. Tommy quickly reminded himself what was going on and pushed back on the table to hold the window shut.

Eric was still holding the couch steady when he heard glass shatter from the back of the house.

“I think they are trying to get in through the back!” Eric shouted.

“I’ll go take a look; you stay here.” Tommy commanded as he made his way to the back of the house.

“Tommy wait!” Eric shouted as he had to go over to the front window to hold the table in place.

Santos was unable to hear this exchange as he was still firing rounds from upstairs.

Tommy quickly made his way to the backdoor and saw a couple of guys trying to reach in. Tommy aimed his gun and let our two shots.

Bang!

Tommy recognized the two men as jail cell regulars. They were always trying to cause trouble in town. As he was about to head back, Tommy noticed a small window had been broken. Tommy didn’t think anything of it, but in a quick second a slim figure appeared from behind him.

“We want him!” The voice shouted as they stuck a piece of glass in Tommy right leg.

“Oh fuck!” Tommy screamed as he fell onto the floor.

The crazed man was Mr. Bolton, the school’s math teacher. He was slender and lanky for an old guy and he was small enough to fit in the window. Mr. Bolton grabbed another piece of glass and slowly crept his way to Tommy, who was trying to crawl away from him.

“We want him Tommy! We want you too!” Mr. Bolton said with an eerie smile. Tommy aimed his gun and went for another shot.

Click!

It was empty.

“Fuckin A!” Tommy shouted as he threw his gun at Mr. Bolton.

“We got plan for you too Tommy! Big plans!” Mr. Bolton said as he stabbed Tommy in his left leg with the piece of glass.

“You fucking asshole! You son of a bitch!” Tommy cried as he saw blood drip from both of his legs.

Mr. Bolton laughed and then hit Tommy in the head with his fist. Tommy was knocked unconscious and then dragged to the back door. Mr. Bolton unlocked the door and took his prize outside into the dark night. As for the other men, they marched inside and made their way to the living room.

“Fuck!” Eric shouted as he saw the men come in from the back. Eric quickly ran up the stairs, giving up on the front door barricade. The men lunged at him but missed. Eric made his way to Santos, who was still shooting from the bedroom window.

“They got inside.” Eric said with a panic.

“That’s okay. We can get through this.” Santos said optimistically, as he shut his bedroom door to lock it.

“They got Tommy too. We are out of options!” Eric said as he plopped onto the ground.

“Hey! You are going to make it out of here. I got a plan.” Santos said as he held his back to the door.

“What do you mean?”

“I’m going to hold the door as long as I can. They know you are still in the house so that should give you an opening to make a run for it. Run as fast as you can. Get out of town and don’t look back!”

“No! I can’t leave you here!” Eric said as his eyes began to tear up.

“It’s either you run or we both get caught! You have to try Eric! Go now!”

Eric moved to Santos and gave him a kiss on the lips. Eric kissed him hard and could feel the warm wetness from Santos’ juicy lips. This was a goodbye kiss.

“Thank you!” Eric said as he slowly crawled out of the window.

Before he made it halfway down the house, Eric heard the door break in.

“Fuck you!” Santos shouted at the top his lungs as he fired his shotgun at the corral of men.

Pow!

And then silence. Eric knew what that meant and took off running into the night. The men in the house looked out the window and saw Eric taking off. They stood motionless and did not follow.

Eric did not stop running. He ran as fast as he could that the cold air was hurting his lungs. Eric saw nobody on the streets. It’s like the whole town had died or something. Eric quickly made it to the main street and followed it towards the direction out of town. He ran past the police station, the library, and then he even ran past the closed down motel that he first saw when he entered the town.

As he approached the town’s limits, he saw a line of shadowy figures up ahead. Eric slowed his pace down and saw a row of the men and one with a lit torch. The man holding the torch just smiled at him. He wore a robe, similar to the one the cult members had on.

“No more running child. No more denying your fate. No more.” The man spoke as his voice was calm but firm.

“Please just let me go.” Eric said as he shook from the cold.

“That’s not an option. We are gathered here for you. All of us. We have waited such a long time for this moment Eric. You need to accept your fate.”

“Please.” Eric begged as he saw the line of men move closer to him.

“Now we can do this the easy way or the hard way. We prefer the easy way Eric. Make your choice.”

Knowing he had no other options Eric nodded his head.

“Good. Now down that path you will be taken to him. Walk the walk as many have done before you.”

Eric gulped and began to move towards the darken path in the forest.

“Before you go,” the man added, “you will need to remove your clothes. All of your clothes.”

Eric started back at him. The man was serious. Eric rolled his eyes and removed his clothes. Eric stood nude in the cold air, and his left nipple was perky from it. Eric could feel the pain from his right nipple that had been cut off. Eric covered up his manhood and his bare ass glistened in the moonlight. The men all smiled as Eric disappeared into the forest.

The walk was cold and damp. Eric could feel the mud get in between his hairless toes. His body kept getting chills every time the cold wind blew. And from behind him, the man with torch and the others were following him. Eric walked for about 5 more minutes until he saw something up ahead. As he moved closer Eric saw a shrine, a shrine dedicated to the Pumpkin King.

The shrine had a pumpkin placed upon the top, with big branches tied together like a tee-pee. Eric also noticed a huge sundial was across from the shrine. On the sun dial was a man. The man was Tommy.

Tommy was bound and naked. Tommy was in a childlike yoga pose position, ass up, with his arms tied across from each other and his ankles tied together as he sat on his legs. His ass was hairless expect for his hole, which was hairy enough. Tommy’s mouth was also gagged with a dental gag, which kept his mouth open and exposed to the elements.

Eric felt sorry for Tommy, but also felt sorry for his predicament as well. Eric was escorted to the shrine and was gestured to move arms up. Eric complied and was tied to one of the logs of the shrine. As he was getting tied up, men from the town were starting to gather in unison. Eric was shocked to see a familiar face enter the lineup. Santos had joined them.

Eric began to let tears fall from his face as he started at the guy he liked be put under the same spell as all the other men.

“The time is almost upon us men. Before our master comes up from the ground to claim his prize, we must first give him a gift.” The man with the torch shouted as he began to light up nearby torches.

“We are going to stuff this pig with our seed, “he said as he placed a hand on Tommy’s back, “ and then when the master arrives he will be able to feast from this pig!”

Tommy shook in resistance, but he could barely move. Soon he was surrounded by the men. All of them men began to remove their clothes and one by one they moved behind Tommy.

“Naaghh!” Tommy protested under his gag, but soon he found himself in more pain than before.

Eric watch in disbelief as one by one the men penetrated and ejaculated inside of Tommy. One man had a massive cock, 11 inches and thick. The man began to thrust his hips with such force that it looked like Tommy was going to fly off the sundial.

“Fuc….” Tommy yelled as he felt his whole body move back and forth. The man was pounding him so fast that he could hear his pale ass cheeks smack against the man’s pelvic region.

“Ahh!” the man shouted as he filled Tommy’s hole up with a warm thick load. As soon as that man got done another man would take his place and so on and so on. Eric watched as Tommy transformed into a cum dump.

Soon it was Santos who stood in line. Tommy could feel Santos rough hands touch the sides on his frail body.

“Please….naw!” Before he could saw anymore, Santos was already ass deep inside of him.

Santos pounded him viciously, so much so, that some of the other men’s’ jizz was getting plunged out of Tommy’s ass. Tommy closed his eyes in pain. Santos was pushing in deeper and deeper. Eric stood in terror as his own cock began to grow. He wanted to be fucked like that but under different circumstances.

“Ugh! Ah! Ah!” Tommy moaned as Santos still pounded him from behind.

“Aw!” Santos moaned and sure enough, he let go of a thick warm load deep inside of Tommy.

“Ah!” Tommy groaned in pleasure. He liked the warm feeling of the cum shooting inside of his rectum. Even though he wasn’t gay, Tommy was getting hard by the way the cocks would hit his prostate.

Eric looked on with relief, he was glad Santos was done. But he knew more was coming for Tommy. Soon the man with the torches moved in front of the line of naked men.

“Stop! It is time!”

Quickly the men stopped their bukkake fest on Tommy and made their way around the shrine. Eric stared as all the men held hands and walked in a circle. Perfect unison.

From across the way the bell on the old church had rung. The time was now midnight.

The men froze and the forest had grown quiet. Beneath Eric’s muddy feet he could feel the ground shake. Soon the entire forest was shaking. Tommy even shook, as little drips of cum came spilling from his hairy hole. Soon everything got still again.

“He’s here.” said the man as he pointed in Eric direction.

by Kyle Falls

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