The Haunted Lodge

Reader discretion is adviced, this story contain graphic content depicting violence and rape which may not be suitable to all readers. This is a fictional story and do not portray real events or real persons.

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Reader discretion is advised, this story contain graphic content depicting violence and rape which may not be suitable to all readers. This is purely a fictional story and does not portray real events or real persons.

All characters are 18 or older. This story is fiction, created for entertainment only.

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Jim Miller and John Foster lived in the small town of Gayport, population 17,000. Jim was 19 and so was John. They had been friends since third grade. They took pride in being amateur detectives. They had read every book on Sherlock Holmes and every book by Agatha Christie. 

Ben Foster was John's father, who owned local newspaper. The Gayport Times. Jim’s father worked on the fishing boats that sailed out of Gayport. John always stayed up on the local news a gossip. Ben was close friends with Adam Brinkman, chief of the local police department.

Chief Brinkman received a letter from Walter Mortan, stating he would be out-of-town for the next month on personal family business. He wanted the police to keep an eye on his book store. It was signed: Walter Mortan. The chief just happened to mention this to Ben over lunch that day.

"I didn't know Walter had any family. I though after his wife died it was only him."

Benton took a look at the note as he drank his coffee.

"I think he said one time, he had a sister somewhere in the Midwest. Not sure where.

The chief took another doughnut.

"Oh, maybe she passed away. He's probably going back for the funeral. Strange though, he didn't come by in person to say he was leaving."

Ben took another swallow of his coffee.

"I thought that a bit odd too. But, Walter was a bit of a strange guy."

Ben picked up the checks.

"I gotta go back to work. This one is on me, Adam."

The chief smiled.

"Okay, I owe you now."

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Jim and John were at home in their apartment. Jim was still reading a book
on Japanese rope bondage. John also had a book on bondage he was reading.

"This book on Shibari is really neat! There are all sorts of way to tie
someone up quick and tight."

John glanced over at Jim.

"You think you could tie me up where I couldn't get loose?"

Jim tossed his book on the dresser.

"No problem! The only time you can get loose is when I untie you."

This was a game they frequently played. They had been doing it since they
were in grade school. They first got interested when they joined the boy scouts. It was the first place they learned to use rope and tie knots.

Jim quickly had John's arms bound behind his back. The ropes running under
his arms, across his chest and back over his shoulders. Jim shoved him onto
his bed.

"Damn! You look pretty sexy all tied up nice and tight."

"Don't you dare tickle me, Jim! I mean it. I'll kick you in the balls if
you do!"

Jim took another length of rope and tied John's ankles together.

"Now what you gonna do? Huh? Huh? Now what Johnny."

Jim removed John’s shoes and socks, then began tickling his feet. He progressed to  his stomach and ribs.

"DAMN you Jim, JIM! Stop it! I mean IT!"

Jim slapped him on the ass.

"You're not gonna piss your pants, are you?"

John quickly replied.

"Fuck you, Jim!"

"OH, fuck you, you say?"

Jim grabbed John's pants, quickly yanking them down around his ankles along
with his shorts. He rolled John over and got between his legs.

"You ready for the log? Here it comes."

                               >>>>>>

Chief Brinkman walked downstairs to the cells with his deputy Jack Fuller.

"Well, well. I see you brought Billy Hawkins in again. What for this time?"

Deputy Fuller smiled.

"Speeding, just like always."

Chief Brinkman walked over to the cell.

"Billy, Billy. You ready to make you bail?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good. Back away from the door. Get down on your knees."

Chief Brinkman walked up to Billy.

"You give my cock a good cleaning inside and out. You hear me, Billy?"

"Yes, sir."

"When you get through with me, Deputy Fuller has something for you."

"Yes, sir."

"Get your tongue all away round that cock! Don't piss me off, Billy!"

"No, sir. I won't."

Chief Brinkman zipped his pants up and walked out of the cell. He patted
Fuller on the back.

"He's all yours. You can turn him lose after he’s finished.”

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Jim and John made their way down to the newspaper to see John’s dad.

"Hi, dad. Anything new in the news?"

He laughed and shook his head.

"Not really. Just another quiet day.......Although there was one thing."

Their ears perked up.

"What's that?"

"Mr. Mortan. He sent a note to Chief Brinkman saying he was going to be gone for about a month on family business."

"What's so strange about that?"

Ben put down the paper he was working on.

"Walter was always a friendly sort. If he was going somewhere why didn't he
just come by in person. Instead of sending a note. Strange."

Jim and John looked at each other for a moment.

"We'll go by his book store and make sure he locked everything. Maybe see if anything is out of place."

Ben waved his hand.

"You boys do that. Let me know if you find anything.”

Jim and John peered through the window into the book store.

"Nothing looks out-of-order to me. Let's check the back."

John stopped by the back door.

"Look at these big dual wheel tire tracks. Mr. Mortan doesn't have a truck. He drives a small Toyota."

The jumped in Jim’s truck and drove back to the paper.

"You boys see anything strange at Walter's book store?"

"No, except for some tire tracks by the back door. They were from a
dually truck. They left a good imprint."

Ben smiled at the boys.

"Maybe he had a book delivery. Maybe they parked there to unload."

Jim and John looked at each other.

"Yeah, that's probably it. Anyway, we gotta get up early in the morning. We gotta deliver a load of wood to Mrs. Benson and stack it for her."

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The next morning, Jim and John drove up in the woods and parked by some old fallen trees. John got the chainsaw out and began cutting them into 12 inch logs. The had the truck almost full when John stopped to put more fuel in the saw. John reached over and slapped Jim across the ass.

“What the hell was that for?”

John laughed.

“I never did pay you back for fucking me the other day when I was tied up!”

Jim looked around for a moment.

“Okay, but make it fast. We got work to finish.”

John bent Jim over the tailgate and pulled his pants down. He squirted some lube on his hand and slid his hard cock into Jim’s ass. 

“Nothing like a great fuck in the great outdoors!”

The drove down the dirt road, heading back to town. The passed that big old wooden sign that read: WEAVER LODGE. Jim looked over at John.

"You know that place is haunted? Has been ever since old man Weaver was murdered up
there."

John shook his head.

"Just because someone was murdered there doesn't mean it's haunted."

"This one is because they never found the killer. Old man Weaver's ghost is
still looking for him."

"That's a stupid old story. I remember hearing it when we were kids."

"He's waiting for the killer to come back for the gold that’s buried there."

"Yeah, right! Let’s get this wood delivered and forget the crap."

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Jim and John finished unloading the wood and stacking it for Mrs. Benson. She paid them and they drove to the dinner to get lunch. John’s dad came in a short time after.

"You boys have a good time cutting wood?"

Jim and John smiled at each other.

"We sure did! A great time."

"I have to do some work on the press machine after I shut down tonight. So, if you need to reach me, I’ll be there."

Jim and John jumped in the truck. Jim slammed the door.

"I know what lets do."

"What?"

"Lets take a ride up the old Weaver Lodge."

John looked over and raised his eyebrows.

"You wanna see the ghost of old man Weaver or find the gold?"

"No.....I just we could poke around a bit. We haven't been there in ages."

"I know! You want to find the gold?"

John started the truck and pulled out of the parking lot."

They parked the truck in the woods out back of the lodge. John stepped out.

"Looks like most the place is still boarded up."

"Yeah. Let's go in through the old cellar door."

They quietly crept upstairs and into the main room where the huge
rock fireplace was. They tip toed down the hall to where the master bedroom was. Jim noticed the double doors to the master bedroom were locked with a padlock.

He whispered to John.

"That was old man Weaver's bedroom. The last time we were here, it was wide
open. Now there’s a padlock around the handles."

"Yeah, you're right."

Suddenly they heard a truck coming up the road. They quickly hid in the
bedroom across the hall, with the door slightly open.

The front door opened and in walked Roger Roncad and his cousin Scott. Roger was the high school bully. He was a husky kid, six foot tall and he didn’t like Jim and John. His cousin, Scott was a bully also, but always followed Ryon and never acted on his own. 

Jim and John were wondering what they were doing all the way out here.

Roger, followed by Scott, went straight to the master bedroom and unlocked the padlock. Jim and John could hear them talking. They silently moved to outside the bedroom doors. They could hear Rogers’s deep voice. 

"There's our bitch! Get up! Crawl your ass outta that cage."

Jim peeked around the door for a better look.

There was a steel animal cage in the center of the floor with a naked man
inside. Scott and Roger placed their big Coleman lanterns on the floor.

"Come'on, bitch! Get out here."

Jim watched the naked man crawl out of the cage. His hands and feet were
shackled. He couldn't make out who he was because he was blindfolded and had a gag in his mouth.

Roger took off his belt and whipped the man across his bare ass a half dozen
times.

"Ready for your supper, bitch?"

Scott put something into a large dog dish and placed it on the floor in
front of the man. Roger took the gag out of his mouth.

"Eat it! When you get through with that. Scott has desert for you."

Scott was rubbed his crotch.

"Yeah. Some nice warm pudding."

They both laughed. Roger smacked him across the ass again.

"Hurry up, bitch!"

Scott had now dropped his pants and was rubbing his hard cock.

"Come'on, bitch. Suck my cock!"

Jim and John had a perfect view from where they were. Scott held
the man's head and was forcing it in and out over his dick.

"Yeah, that's it. Work your tongue all over it! Yeah! Again!"

Roger smacked the man across the ass with his belt several more times.

Scott yelled out.

"OHHHhhhhhh, yeah! I'm getting my nut!......YEAH! Swallow it, bitch!"

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