Horror House

Hayden

Hayden rips through the field before him in a panicked race to get away from the barn, countless flashes of Tank’s torture running in a loop through his mind, each scene chasing the last in an appalling slideshow that Hayden could not shut his eyes to. 

“SHIT, MAN. WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING!?” Hayden screams as he tackles row after row of vegetation. He can barely see a thing as the dense tall grass and crops reach for the night sky.

With a hollow thud, Hayden smashes into something, finding himself ass to grass as he looks up. His heartbeat quickens, feeling his hands moisten the dirt beneath them. Peering down at him is a scarecrow that looks uncannily human. Hayden questions if it’s alive in his mind just seconds before it reaches a straw covered hand at him.

“Nonononononono,” Hayden makes out as he tries to scramble away on all fours, but it’s too late. Before he can make it on both feet, the scarecrow locks its arms around Hayden’s, dragging him back deeper into the crop field. “NOOO!” Hayden howls as his face disappears into the endless field.

“You don’t have to do this.” Hayden begs, “C’mon, just let me go. I’ll run away! I won’t say anything, please, sir!”

The scarecrow wordlessly continues wrapping thick ropes of straw around Hayden’s arm, attaching him to the scarecrow post at the bend of his arms, forcing him to support his weight on his biceps and his struggling feet, which remain unbound but relatively useless as they press awkwardly against the end of the post. The scarecrow produces another pole, sticking it straight into the ground a good foot and a half away from Hayden’s body. It sinks in the ground until the ring at the top finds itself hip level with Hayden.

Hayden’s eyes widen with fear. “No, man. No no no. I can’t do that. Please, no, anything but what Tank’s going through.” Hayden shakes his head desperately, “I can’t cum like that, sir, please.”

The scarecrow stares back silently, as if it doesn’t even understand the words coming out of the poor boy’s mouth.

“What the fuck…” Hayden whispers as two devilish crow-winged imps land on his shoulder, cackling.

They scale down the bound man, settling when their heads are at chest level. With a cocky look into each others’ eyes, they grab a handful of Hayden’s nipples in their tiny imp palms.

“FUCK!” Hayden shouts as warmth funnels around his chest.

The imps dutifully massage and pull on the glans, occasionally swapping their hands for their mouths, suckling on the tits like a baby would its mother.

“God, oh god no…” Hayden mutters as the sensations flow into his cock, half mast but slowly filling with his pumping blood. 

Hayden’s nipples perk out from the constant gripping and sucking, coated in saliva and poking into the hot summer night. The small-bodied imps drive Hayden crazy, pushing his perked teats inward, playing with them in circles, and occasionally twisting and biting at their toys. His head swings back from the intense nipple play. As the imps continue Hayden’s nipple massage, his heavy manhood finally reaches full mast, flourishing through the air at the imps’ touch. The scarecrow man grabs Hayden’s gargantuan sausage, which is completely disproportionate to his stocky build and somehow a little longer and thicker than Tank’s massive cock, jacking it off with his fleshy straw hands until a steady flow of precum spills to the dirt. Hayden’s cum-slicked cock stabs its heat a good foot out from Hayden’s body, but still a few inches short of the ringed pole.

“Please, man, I can’t cum like Tank can.” Hayden continues pleading, “You’re not even gonna get anything out of me, I swear.”

As the scarecrow’s empty eye sockets meet Hayden’s begging eyes, it quietly continues, bringing Hayden closer and closer to orgasm.

“Please, sir, I’m telling you the truth! Don’t make me cum! PLEASE, STOP!” Hayden cries out as he sees the end in sight, thick droplets of cum bubbling out of his piss slit, signaling his inevitable orgasm.

And just like that, the scarecrow stops. 

“Thank you, thank you…” Hayden sighs, confused and relieved, as the last bit of cum drools out of his cock and down his shaft.

His relief is short lived as worry expeditiously arises in Hayden’s heart as he tries to see what the scarecrow is doing with its fumbling hands. The scarecrow man reveals straw, grass, and corn wrapped into a neat tube shape.

“What? What’s that for?” Hayden questions.

The scarecrow grips the base of Hayden’s cock, lifting its heavy head up to eye level.

“What’s that for!!?” Hayden cries as the scarecrow begins feeding the fairly thick tube into Hayden’s cock slit. 

“FUCK, man! That shit burns!” Hayden shouts as the thing stretches out his dickhole. The desperate man violently kicks at the scarecrow, each one landing solidly with a hollow thunk. 

The scarecrow continues pressing the object into Hayden, paying the struggling man no mind.

“Shit!” Hayden yelps as, without his legs helping support him, the wooden post bites into his biceps with all of his weight falling onto the sore muscles. Hayden’s kicking dies down as the vegetation sinks deeper and deeper into his urethra. It’s not exactly painful, but certainly uncomfortable; it almost feels like he’s pissing backwards. The scarecrow pushes the final inch into Hayden’s cock, leaving only a single strand of straw sticking out.  With that, the scarecrow returns to slowly and methodically jerking Hayden off.

“Fuuucckk.” Hayden moans as his mass of meat is rubbed inside and out at the same time.

One of the crow-winged imps retires to behind him, crawling past his abs and disappearing out of view, as the other stretches its full arm span to tirelessly fondle at both nipples.

“JESUS!” Hayden shrieks into the air as the imp sticks his entire arm into Hayden’s hole. Though its arm is only slightly larger than a human finger, the mass sinks into Hayden’s and massages and probes his prostate with wickedly dexterous fingers, sending several tiny reverberations of pleasure through his ass straight into his thick dick. As Hayden amps up to blow his load, the scarecrow man slows his stroking, eventually stopping to grab the cock at its beefy base. Holding the mass up with one hand, the scarecrow’s other hand rests right under Hayden’s overweight cockhead, teasing it with the tips of coarse straw.

“Oh…wait. I- oh god. Keep going.” He thinks aloud as the scarecrow’s straw tendrils draw him deliciously close to orgasm.

Hayden teeters the edge, constantly dipping back and forth between orgasming and about to, but never actually spilling any seed. The scarecrow and imps keep this up for god knows how long, each entity dutifully reading Hayden’s body language, speeding up when his orgasm fades microscopic amounts, slowing down when he’s nanometers from blowing. The enchanting sensations leave the monster-cock man blubbering about how he’d changed his mind, that he needs to cum. The imps slow to a snail’s pace after noticing Hayden’s proximity to orgasm, but the scarecrow continues one additional stroke, getting a hair-thin but sturdy straw caught on Hayden’s frenulum for just a fraction of a second too long. That tiny, normally imperceivable stimulation is all Hayden needs to finally cum.

“Fuck, fuck yes, oh my god, FUCK YEAH! I’M CUMMING!” Hayden cries out, chest heaving and cock taut with tension.

Immediately, all stimulation stops. The imp’s arm retracts from Hayden’s hole, and the imp toying with his nipples lets go, both flying over to perch on the scarecrow’s shoulder. The scarecrow lets go of Hayden’s massive cock, letting its pendulous weight swing down, hitting the wooden pole the chatty frat bro was bound to.

“Huh?-” Hayden says in a sexual daze, as the orgasm that was already on its way out begins to subside, “Wait, what?”

“Wait… WAIT!” Hayden calls out as the scarecrow backs up and disappears along with the crow imps into the cornfield.

“COME BACK!” Hayden desperately howls into the nothingness, “FUCKING TEASE! I HAVE TO CUM, COME BACK!”

Hayden huffs as he realizes that he is on his own. As his anger fades, his attention turns to the ring placed a foot and a half from him.

“Oh shit.” Hayden says to himself, “I totally forgot about that.”

With focused balance and strained effort, Hayden presses his feet against the pole, pushing his hips forward. His enormous organ flops up, barely missing the ring by an inch.

“Fuck. Damn it.” Hayden groans as his cockhead slides off the top of the ring. 

After a few more failed attempts, Hayden finally feeds his cockhead into the ring, delighted to find out it is ribbed. Though the ring cannot fully envelop his thickness, Hayden feels overwhelming tranquility as he thrusts the tip of his manhood in and out of the ring.

“Oh god, fuck yeah.” He moans with satisfaction as the ribbed ring rolls over his cockhead.

“FUCK! FUCK!” Hayden suddenly shouts as his legs slip, leaving his hungry body and cock to fall back onto the wooden post.

Hayden instantly returns to his position, hips pushing as far as they could, swinging his manhood’s flopping, beefy weight at the diabolically placed ring. His heart burns with inconceivable frustration every time he misses, but the times that he makes it in, even if for only a few thrusts before his legs tire, fill him with orgasmic bliss. He can’t stop, not until he cums.

“FUCK YEAH!” Hayden shouts, thrusting into the ring a mere few times before orgasmic waves ripple all the way up his cock, stopping just short of spraying out of his massive member.

Hayden keels over from the abrupt ending to his bliss and falls back into his original position, barely having the strength to support his own weight in its bondage.

“What the fuck…” Hayden says, looking down at his throbbing red cock that dribbled a lone bead of cream, the rest stopping before the vegetation lodged in his meat. He was so focused on blowing his load, he’d forgotten that he couldn’t, not when all of that was blocking his cum hole.

“FUUUUUUCK!” Hayden shouts as he flails in desperate need, trying, to no avail, to remove the makeshift sounding rod from his manhood. As he struggles, the flinging weight of his meat claps loudly against his abs just below his chest.

Refusing to give in as his arousal only grows by the second, Hayden comes to the conclusion that he would have to bust so hard, it would knock it out of him. But time and time and time again, he fails to unload his fattening balls. His sausage throbs a beating hue of purple and red as orgasm after orgasm dies behind the mass of straw and grass packed into his cockhole.

“I… I’ve gotta cum man, I have to.” Hayden desperately begs to no one in particular, but only silence calls back.

Like the story of Sisyphus, Hayden’s thick manhood slips out of the ring for the millionth time, his desperate desire only growing stronger. Without a moment of rest, he returns to the vicious, never ending cycle, trapped in his mounting, palpable need, but never being able to reach satisfaction as he perpetually and unwillingly edges himself.

Eventually, he tires, falling slack in his bonds as his third leg hangs down, pulsating with more life than the rest of his body combined had left, agonizingly close to orgasm.