The Pumpkin King

The Cult of The Pumpkin King

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When Eric awoke from the chloroform, he realized his situation had gotten worse. Not only was he now bound by his hands and feet in the blood/grain covered room, but now he was also naked and was surrounded by multiple hooded figures. His first reaction was to scream, but his mouth was filled with a rag. As things started to become clearer to him, Eric realized he was in serious trouble.

“It’s nice for you to finely join us sweet boy.” said a mellow voice to the left of him.

The figure removed their hood and an older gentleman with white hair and pale skin was revealed to the candlelit room.

“I’m sure you must feel very exposed right now and confused about your predicament, but I assure you, everything will make sense soon.” The man said as he gestured to Eric’s nude body.

A hooded figure nearby pulled put some shears from under its robe and handed them to the older gentleman. The older man smiled at Eric with a sinister meaning behind it.

“Before this ritual can begin, we must first cleanse this vessel’ the man shouted as he looked directly at Eric, “we must trim the unwanted hair from his body.”

With that, he began to move the shears closer to Eric’s pubic region and began to snip away at his bush. Eric could feel his hairs being trimmed little by little. Eric closed his eyes in horror and had hoped that Santos was not suffering a similar fate.

Down in the basement a few of the hooded figures had Santos hog tied. The hooded figures giggled at him in his predicament and continued to dig around the basement for some of Santos’ stuff. Santos was still unconscious and was unable to see his captors.

With a couple more snips of the shears, Eric was now trimmed to the skin on his pubic region. The older man leaned closer to Eric’s flaccid cock and began to blow the excess hair off of it.

“We have waited for you for a long time Eric.”

Eric looked at them in shock. How did they know who he was?

“We have known about you for some time. Everyone knows about the little boy who says he saw The Pumpkin King! And everybody knows about the guy who left town after he said his boyfriend died by The Pumpkin King!”

Eric tried to wiggle free from his restraints, but it was no use. They had tied them so tight his restraints were not going to give out. Eric was able to maneuver his jaw enough to spit out the gag.

“What do you want from me!?” asked Eric.

“We want you. It’s always been you. Ever since that day you destroyed his alter, he’s thought of nothing else but you. He loves you and wants to meet you. But before you can meet him, we have to get you ready to meet our master. He likes his boys to look a certain way.” The older man smiled at him.

“Who are you people?” asked Eric as his voice began to tremble.

“We are servants of our master. We are part of him. We are The Pumpkin King! He waits for us in hell and will rise on Halloween to come claim us. He speaks to us in whispers! He even speaks to you.”

“What are you talking about?” Eric asked as the older man leaned closer to him.

“You really think a ghost brought you here?” the older man asked as he smiled at Eric.

Eric said nothing, but his face gave his expression away. The phone call from Reid, the dream at the library, seeing Reid, that was all The Pumpkin King?

“Our master has great power. He’s imbued with the powers of hell. And once he sings his song to us, we will all follow him into hell.” The older man proclaimed as he laughed with his followers.

Down in the basement Santos had finally come to. He tried to struggle out of his restraints but was unable to wiggle free. He could see the hooded figures across the room from him, but they were still looking for something in some of his old boxes. He knew he had to get to Eric but was unable to break free from his bindings. He felt hopeless.

The time was now 9:30 pm and Tommy Reese had just finished his nightly patrol of the town of Mapleton. Tommy was not a cop that people took seriously. He was tall, lanky, and very much a trailer park cliché of person. He was country thick and thin and was not afraid to show it. He always drove his cop car with his rebel flag and was proud to be from the south. He wanted to be a serious cop, but no job would hire him. The only job that gave him an offer was Mapleton and it was because they were desperate, and Tommy’s father worked up there. Desperate or not Tommy took the job and took it very seriously.

“Come in Santos, this is Tommy over.” Tommy radioed as he continued his drive of the town of Mapleton.

“Santos, this is Tommy come in over.” Tommy tried again and got no response.

“Well shit, he’s probably fucking that visitor, guess I better head on over there then.” Tommy said as he turned his cop car around and headed to Santo’s house.

Upstairs in the house, Eric’s situation got worse. The hooded figures had revealed themselves to be all older naked men and they were all fondling Eric’s restrained body trying to get him aroused.

“You need to get hard Eric, we need to unload you for our master. He wants us to drain you.”

“Get the fuck off of me!” Eric shouted as they continued to fondle his body and work his cock over.

“We will drain you of your willpower!” The older gentleman proclaimed as he finally moved his mouth around Eric’s flaccid member. Eric could only last for so long. The warm wet feel of the man’s mouth was overpowering. He was starting to get aroused.

Down in the basement Santos had caught the attention of the two hooded figures by the boxes. They began to murmur between each other before finally moving closer to Santos. The two figures walked over by Santos and undid his hog tie restraints. Santos was put on his back and watched at the two figures stood in front of him. They did however keep his hands and feet tied together. The two figures removed their entire robes too reveal two older men, fully naked with hairless bodies. Santos recognized one of the older gentlemen to be Earl, Tommy’s father and head of the police force.

“I’m sorry Santos, we didn’t want you involved. You should have left the guy alone. He has a purpose to serve.”

Earl and the other naked man moved closer to Santos. Santos was stilled tied up and was on the floor on his back. He tried to wiggle backwards away from them, but they kept moving closer.

“I don’t want to do this, but my friend here doesn’t want to wait’, Earl said as the two men began to rip off Santos tight white tank top, “we want to have some fun before we all go to hell.”

Earl smiled and the two men began to suck on Santos nipples. Santos wiggled in terror but was still unable to do anything. He was still as helpless as ever.

Tommy had parked his car across the street from Santos’ house. He had seen some shadows from the upstairs bedroom and could make out some weird shapes from living room window. Tommy called Santos’ cell phone but did not get an answer.

“That’s fucking odd. He always picks up. I hope he’s not mad at me or something.” Tommy said as he flicked out his cigarette on the street and unbuckled himself from his car.

The night was silent. The moon was vibrant as ever and had lit up the street. Nothing was moving outside except Tommy as he approached the house. Something was not right, and Tommy knew it.

In the basement, Santos was being tossed around like a salad. Santos was fully naked, and his ass was now spread open by Earl as he was getting pounded by the other man. Santos could feel the roughness of the man’s cock slide into his tight hole. Santos was not enjoying himself. Earl grabbed each asscheek by the handful and would wiggle them violently every so often. He even provided some spit as lube to help the mans cock slide easier into Santos tight bleeding hole.

The man thrusted his hips back and forth and was absent to the screams Santos was giving off. Even though he was muscular and strong, Santos was still new to sex and had never done anal before. He was being opened up wider for the first time. The tears on his face were real but he held his cries for help in. He had to be strong if he wanted to survive.

“My turn!” yelled Earl as he pushed the other man off of Santos.

Santos tried to wiggle Earl off but was hit in the head by the other man. Earl spread both of Santos’ ass cheeks apart and looked at the now red bleeding hole. Earl slowly massage his cockhead by the entrance of the hole and was going to enter him raw.

“You ready?” Earl asked sarcastically.

Santos closed his eyes in order to embrace what would happen next. He knew it was going to hurt and had to accept his fate.

BOOM! BOOM!

The sounds of gun shots filled the basement. Santos quickly turned around as saw a shaking man holding a gun in the distance. The figure walked closer and into the dim light of the basement. It was Tommy and he had shot his dad and another man dead in the head.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS GOIN ON!” Tommy shouted as he holstered his gun.

Upstairs Eric was no longer able to keep himself soft. The older man was sucking on his cock that his own cock betrayed him. His cock grew and grew until it stood up in its veiny glory.

“See, was that so hard to do for us?” the man asked sarcastically as he continued to suck on Eric’s fully erect cock.

“Ah! Ah!” Eric was unable to contain his moans.

The men were rubbing his nipples, massaging his prostate, playing with ass har, all while he was still getting suck on. Having these many hands on him has never happened to him before and he tried his best to resist, but he couldn’t. The warm hands on his cool skin felt orgasmic.

“Mmm. I finally got some pre-cum. He tastes very sweet.” The man giggled as he licked the pre-cum from Eric’s piss slit.

“Please stop.” Eric protested as he wiggled his body to the touches, he was receiving.

“But you are enjoying it so much. Just cum for us and this will all be over. We have to drain you for master. He wants you to be drained.” The man said as he began to massage Eric’s nut sack

Eric knew he was going to blow his load very soon. He tried to think of all the horrors he had seen the past couple of days, but it was not working. With every touch to his ball sack, every touch to his nipples, and the warm wet mouth that was sucking his cock like a leech was overpowering his ability to think. He was going to cum soon.

“I can feel you twitch Eric. Give us that load!” The man commanded as he began to suck Eric’s pulsating cock violently.

“No…mustn’t ..cum” Eric said as he tried to hold his load in.

BOOM! BOOM!

“What the fuck was that?” the man asked as he stooped his work on Eric’s thick cock.

Eric looked at his captors and saw them distracted. He began to wiggle his right hand free from his binds and hit the older man in the face. Eric tried to undo his other binding, but the other men diverted their attention back to Eric. They held him down and rebound his hand up.

The older man adjusted his face and he gave a sinister look at Eric.

“After all that love, you want to hit me? Well, I think it’s only fair if I hurt you back.” The man pulled out a knife and pressed it nears Eric’s nipple.

“Please no.” Eric protested.

Slice

With a quick flick of the wrist Eric has lost his right nipple.

“Fuck no! Oh my god no!!!!!!” Eric shouted as he convulsed in pain.

The man just smiled as he watched the blood drip from Eric’s nipple all over his body.

“Want a matching set?” The man asked as he moved to other side of Eric.

Eric wiggled as much as he could, but the other men held him still as the man drew his knife closer to Eric’s other nipple. Eric braced for the pain but before anything could happen, he saw a bigger shadow come from behind the men holding him down.

“This is for knocking me out!” Santos shouted as he pumped his shotgun twice.

Boom! Boom!

Two of the men went flying across the bedroom.

“This is for letting your friends rape my ass raw!” again Santos pumped his shotgun twice.

Boom! Boom!

The two other men went flying in the same direction. One even flew out of the bedroom window.

“And this is for fucking up a good night!” Santos gave a wink and the older gentleman went flying across the room with no face.

Santos quickly dropped the shotgun and rushed over to Eric. He covered him up with a sheet and applied some pressure to his now removed nipple. Santos gave Eric a kiss and removed his bindings. Tommy stood in the doorway and watched as his friend just shot a room full of people.

“This is fucking nuts you guys. What the hell is going on?” Tommy asked as he looked at all the naked dead men confused.

“I’ll explain everything later. We need to get out of here. We don’t know if there are any more of those cult guys out there.” Santos said as he helped Eric off of the bed.

“I thought you were dead.” Eric said as he kissed Santos again.

“After what happened to me, I kind of wish I was.” Santos replied as he looked down at the ground.

“Hey, you saved me. No matter what they did too you. You saved me. Don’t forget that.” Eric said as he lifted Santos head up. The two embraced in each other and headed downstairs.

Eric and Santos put on some new clothes and met Tommy in the living room of the house. Santos grabbed his shotgun and some extra shells to take with them.

“Where are we going?” asked Eric as he touched his sore nipple over his grey shirt..

“We need to leave town, that for sure.” Santos said as he loaded his shotgun.

“I’m fine with leaving town, but yall better explain something now.” Tommy demanded as he stomped his foot on the ground trying to act serious.

Santos let out a smile and explained what he could to Tommy. Eric filled in the gaps to the story to help Tommy the best he could.

“Oh. Well I’m not sure how to take it.” Tommy said as he scratched his head in bewilderment.

“Don’t worry Tommy we need to go.” Santos said as he opened the front door of his house.

“That’s all fine and dandy but what about the singing?”

Santos and Eric stopped their movement and they looked at Tommy.

“What do you mean singing?” Eric asked.

“Yall seriously don’t hear that?” Tommy asked as he began to unbutton his police shirt.

“Tommy what are you doing?” asked Santos as he watched Tommy begin to undress himself.

“I’m not sure. It’s like I need to be somewhere. It’s like I need to be with him.” Tommy said as he began to smile with a dopey look on his face.

Tommy stood shirtless, with his pale skin and hairy torso exposed to the both of them. With just his brown pants and shoes on. He looked at Santos and then he looked at Eric.

“He wants us to bring you to him.” Tommy said with a smile.

“Who?” asked Eric with a frightening looked on his face.

“The Pumpkin King.”