Felix Horror House

Halloween. The most haunted night of the year. Most of the average citizenry engaged in the nightly ceremony of spreading both treats and tricks to children who visited their door. Yet some would find themselves more adventurous. There are plenty of abandon buildings just begging to be explored by the most daring individuals. On this night particular, a full bright yellow moon was out indicating the most dire of warnings to those in search of the paranormal, yet still one young man and his faithful camera man found themselves investigating a so-called haunted house that was alone on a hill practically begging to be invaded. How could the two of them say no? The dog-eared camera man replaced his battery and was good to go. His friend Felix, a young man who was rather inundated in the paranormal, sat out for the haunted house. He kept his camera pointed on the young lad throughout the journey upward. He himself wasn't convinced of the """other side""" showing itself in this world, but given how deep his connection went with his friend who loved this stuff, at the very least he could lend a lens to the musings.

After arriving at the decaying house, Felix stepped forward with mic in hand introducing the history of the house upon the hill. It was a very 'traditional' haunted story that may not drive a dedicated audience's entrance, but surely they'd be able to entice some of the local populace. Camera in tow and focused upon the sweater-wearing boy, the two entered the premises. Felix went in first, turning that opening door's knob and pushing it forward with a large, spine-tingling creak that made the camera-dog-boy shiver. He knew his friend was handicapped in a certain way given the tied end of his left sleeve. He wouldn't abandon him in this spooky place, even if the dust tickled his nose.

While Felix gave the history and introduction to the haunted house upon the hill with a passionate enthusiasm for the occult, the camera man shivered. A gust of cold wind tickled his bare body despite the T-shirt and jeans he wore. The boy before him in fact chastised him as he angled his camera up and towards the foyer ceiling, capturing a glimpse of the chandelier but ignoring the host's story, if only for a moment. Admonished, he made sure to keep the lens straight on Felix no matter what else may have happened.

The pair explored the bottom wings of the creaking old house. Nothing out of the ordinary save for some cobwebs and decaying furniture. From there the two had a disagreement on where to go next. Felix wanted to examine the basement as, naturally, such a dark and deep place would have been a haven for occult activity. The camera man suggested repeatedly they should examine the upper levels for any sort of oddities taking place there. They broke it down to a Roshambo that the cameraman came out the loser. Felix smiled wide and creaked open the basement door. The squeak of the ancient, untouched wood left a bad feeling along the cameraman's nerves, but having lost, he would not retreat. Not now. He wasn't about to display his cowardice before his best friend. Lens focused upon the host, the pair descended into the basement one rickety stair at a time.

Felix displayed an impressive amount of knowledge about the family that previously occupied the premises as they delved deeper. He personally hadn't a clue about the history so whatever may have escaped the nerdy boy's lips in front of him was taken without challenge. The stunning amount of accuracy and detail left him silent, merely rolling and collecting footage. When both reached the bottom step, they each took a moment to look around. Pitch black. Thankfully, the man behind the camera had a matchbook for this exact reason. The two found a candle waiting upon a desk practically begging to be lit, and off they went. The basement was an unassorted mess of all sorts of furniture and other store-away things. Dust and cobwebs laid in every corner just waiting to irritate the cameraman's allergies. Upon the first sneeze, Felix told him to hush up. This would prove to be difficult, but managed to wriggle his nose and stop any further intrusions.

From here, Felix launched into an in depth explanation of the rituals and spirits that took place in this very basement. From behind the camera, the dog-boy looked around the basement in any sort of affirmation of his claims. To him, it only looked like an unkempt basement untouched by living hands for some long time. Yet Felix was describing things far beyond his comprehension. His hands reached out explaining every detail and line whatever participants had drawn in the past with not a shred of evidence left behind. How he knew this, the cameraman simply shrugged. Maybe he was making it up, but if he was, the one-armed man was certainly expressive.

With the final intricacies explained, the two were ready to leave. In fact the camera man already had his back to the stairs ready to take a leaving shot. Yet, despite the eagerness to get the hell out of this dusty relic of a house, the cameraman found himself alone in his desire. Confused, he focused his lens upon the boy standing center in the empty basement - or at least he thought it was empty. Despite neither of them setting up anything, five sets of candles were aligned perfectly in a pentagram with Felix standing direct center. The cameraman's eyebrows popped up with surprise and he attempted to cry out for his friend, but despite his efforts nothing but a breathy sigh would leave his lips. In fact, as he attempted to step forward and pat Felix's should as a sort of 'cheer' to move outward, he found himself absolutely frozen. His legs simply refused to move.

Still rolling, the camera focused straight upon Felix who looked to move without fear. The pentagram had been complete and the boy standing center was uttering words completely foreign to the man opposite him. When Felix spoke the last among them, a powerful wind blast in their direction yet failed to move either. Frozen in absolute fear, the camera man merely observed through the lens what happened next.

From where he stood, he saw what his vocabulary could only describe as a demon erupt from the tip of the star. Its size was at least double Felix's height, who stood without fear in the middle of the pentagram looking up towards the summoned in creature, teetering upon the brink of awe and fear. While the cameraman tried to shout out towards his friend to run and never look back, neither words escaped his lips nor could he move his legs. Instead he focused his camera upon the pair in front of him.

The demon floated in mid air for some time before finally touching his clawed feet down upon the basement floor. Arms crossed over his chest with each bicep practically the size of their heads, the creature spoke in a language completely foreign to the humble cameraman. Surprisingly, Felix answered back in the same exact language, stunning the viewer more than he previously ever was. Veins ran along those crossed, practically flexing arms. The cameraman had expected the worst, to see nothing more than a bloody mist remain of his friend until his turn came next.

Yet that wasn't what happened. In fact what did occur was so bizarre that, despite video evidence, the camera man had no clue how to explain it. Felix, cracking his fingers above his head, willingly stripped down until he was in his birthday suit. Wearing a wicked smile, the summoned demon seemed to approve with a nod. Soon those all encompassing hands reached forward, touching the boy's nude chest up and down with deliberate slowness. One red hand went towards Felix's nipple while another reached down straight between his legs, giving his naked crotch a tug, or so the cameraman thought from his angle.

From there it seemed that the oppressive atmosphere and intimidating presence from the otherworldly creature kept both frozen. At least the camera man was halted in fear. His legs simply wouldn't move, so why not capture everything for himself? The imposing creature forced himself upon Felix in the most intimate ways. Wearing no clothes itself, the muscled being sported an erect cock the camera barely caught. The man behind it could only guess its size, perhaps somewhere in the 10-11 inch range and bulging with veins. Felix himself appeared as frozen as the cameraman. As powerful hands grasped at his hips and dragged him forward so that his thigh gap rubbed straight upon that erect, demonic length, the camera could see it thrust bare in between. Given Felix's own nude state, the camera man could only watch as the top length tickled underneath his small, quivering ballsack.

From there it was nothing but surrender. Not only did the demonic appendage continuing slide between his legs, but the presence summoned in a number of shadowy appendages that seemed to be nothing but smoke to the camera that captured it. Claws dug into Felix's hips and dug in closer to the otherworldly, chiseled chest. The immense cock tickling his sack now thrust upward, aiming towards his personal hole pre-lubed with a magical coating. Meanwhile, Felix looked upwards toward the floating smokey appendages. Before he can utter a word - even if he inclined to do so - said gaseous formed a physical manifestation of what that camera only captured as a black colored tentacle. It writhed and wriggled across his lips and straight down his throat. At that same exact time, sharp and cruel claws spread open Felix's young and vulnerable ass cheeks. The powerful, constantly stimulated cock head pushed directly against his asshole. No permission was needed as it pierced the ring and delivered a drive to deep it left the one-armed boy in a state of shock. He convulsed and quivered, clearly shaking from the most intimate and deep of invasive thrusts. This however would not stop the demonic presence from getting its sex-addicted fix. That active, wriggling cock spread throughout Felix's tight asshole while more appendages formed out of smoke to fill his hands. Both found a shaft to stroke while his lips tasted repeatedly the head and rapidly thrashing head for itself.

Given is power, the demon made sure Felix was entirely within his grasp. By now the boy floated in the air and laid straight against the muscled, warm chest. Meanwhile a healthy stream of tentacle-cock pumped his mouth as the real, large mass thrust away into his poor tight asshole. Repeatedly the demon filled him, leaving no room for recovery. The camera captured this for some time, the only thing changing being the number of smoke-like flesh tentacle being stroked by Felix's idle singular hand. Then at once the presence stiffed every muscle, most importantly of which the multitudes deep within and being grasped by the boy. From every head available, rich torrents of glowing white seed poured straight down upon him. His ass was filled, his mouth and stomach were drenched, and the torrential cascades of demon semen spurt out and onto his nude hand and body. The camera captured every moment as spasm of both of the 'lovers' until the Hellish creature let out a sigh of relief.

Just as fast as it had come and came, the presence seemed to disappear within a moment. Felix, completely overflowing with cum on each end, fell straight down upon the floor. His friend had finally managed to fins it within him to move his limbs again. He dashed over and lifted Felix straight up off the ground. His arms ended up drenched in whatever otherworldly white seed seemed to infect the boy. But that was neither here nor there. Strapping his camera to his belt, he hurried out the accursed house firmly believing in the occult despite how rapid they can appear and just how perverted they were.

When Felix came to, laid flat upon the cameraman's couch back at his apartment, he found no answers given back to him other than a shrug of the shoulders and a snicker. He'd have to watch the footage for himself to get the most accurate description possible.