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This all started when Lando started watching Sam and Colby. The videos interesting him from the exploring to the paranormal activity. Which is why when driving around town a part he doesn't go to normally, he spots it. It being a beautiful mansion clearly abandoned with no sign of life. It's on the outskirts of town with no cameras from surrounding houses or stores to see. The idea pops in his head and before it can even fully form, he is calling Oscar. The ringing surrounding him in the car as he makes a mental note of the address and drives back to his house.
"What do you need Lando?" Oscars voice cuts through his thoughts.
"So, you know how I've been watching Sam and Colby?" The noise from Oscar shows he already is done with this conversation.
"Yes, you never shut up about wanting to go explore some place despite there not being a single abandoned building near us." the last part spit out harsher because what exactly could Oscar do about it?
There was a long silence between them, the only thing being the small giggles Lando lets out as Oscar pieces it together.
"Please don't tell me you have somehow found a place..." the voice muffled by exhaustion and a hand being dragged down his face.
The excitement rung out loud and piercing though Oscar's speaker as Lando spoke loudly about the building he had just found.
"I even checked if there could be any cameras facing the building or people that would see but there is nothing around!" The car pulling into the driveway now as he sends the address of a nearby house giving instructions to move the google maps down the street some.
"I will admit the house is very pretty... but what if we get caught" Oscar's nervousness is shining through, but he isn't completely opposed to the idea of exploring it.
"Well, there isn't any trespassing signs and if we go at night through the back and hop the fence I doubt anyone will even see. The lot is pretty large, so we won't have to worry about noise much either."
With a bit more back and forth Lando had finally convinced Oscar to go along with it. The next step? Convince the others to go as well.
Charles was easy to convince considering he also like Sam and Colby and had been wanting to explore something like this as well.
With Charles, Oscar, and Lando all pestering George about it he quickly fell into the trap to, but he also didn't mind much considering they were all highschoolers and the thought of doing something like this would intrigue any kid their age.
The real issue would be getting Max to agree. Between his father always grounding him to Max not being one to believe in ghosts or like the whole abandoned idea Max was happier staying home. They tried all sorts of ideas to convince Max to go. Lando then realized Max's one true weakness, Charles. Charles and Max weren't a couple per say - or at least that's what max says - but Charles clearly had an effect on him. So, they sent Charles in to get this show on the road.
The next time Charles saw Max in the hall he pulled him into the bathroom quickly walking him back wards into a stall and locking the door.
"What the fuck Charles-" the sentence being cut short by a hand slapped over his mouth. Charles is crowding him in the tight space making Max need to look up to meet his eyes.
"Shh don't be loud or you'll get us caught" the words whispered near his ear making him shiver.
"Just listen to me for a second, okay?" Charles locking eyes with him until Max nods against his hand.
His hand dropped just a bit while speaking "I know you don't want to go explore with us, but we have challenges we were going to do."
Max opens his mouth to protest but before he could the hand from earlier comes back and shuts him up.
"Just listen. We were planning on playing some games like truth or dare." The look from Max makes Charles slid his knee up between Max's leads, not yet touching but there.
"If you are good and come along, maybe, just maybe, I'll dare you to kiss me. Does that sound good Max?" He sees as Max's eyes light up at the idea of kissing Charles again. It had been weeks since the last time they got to spent time together.
Charles leans forward whispering into Max's ear teasing on purpose "I'll see you there" and then the door swings open and Charles walks out winking at him. Max has to pull himself together before walking back to class, his teacher asking what took him so long and warning him to not do it again or he will be in trouble.
When the day finally arrives for them to meet up after school and go to the house Max is still overthinking everything. Between what happened in the bathroom and the slight fear from going to this abandoned house he has been pacing for 10 minutes waiting for Lando to pick him up. Oscar had spit out that multiple cars would look odd so it's best if they all go together.
When the car pulls up Max collects his expression to show just annoyance. Lando rolls down the window and Oscar is sitting in the passenger seat. Lando's voice cutting through the air telling him to get in. When he opens the back door George is on his side and he steps out of the car. Before Max can complain about sitting in the middle George beats him to it. "I'm too tall to sit in the middle don't even think about it" which he is right as well as he wouldn't force Charles to sit in the middle. The ride is comfortable the rest of the way.
When the car drives past the house everybody in the car turns to look. The house really is pretty, is a dark colored house with 3 stories and lots of windows. The porch is a wrap around and has dead trees in the yard. Lando pulls the car to the next street over and parks so that the car isn't seen parked near the house-Oscars idea again.
The walk over is normal. Lando hands out some simple masks and those who have a hood or hat put it on. When they come around the back the fence is pretty tall. Each helping each other to get out until George is left since he is the tallest and Charles sitting at the top helps pull him up and over. That was the hardest part of the night getting in without being caught because once inside the fence they were in the clear.
The group makes their way to the back door which is obviously locked. They walk around the sides a bit looking for maybe a broken window or something. To their luck a window is broken enough for them to not cut themselves while climbing it. The house is beautiful on the inside as well. Maybe even more. The whole house is covered with paintings, and the furniture all has an older vibe to them. They think the house must have been made in the 1900s at some point. The stairs seem well safe, and they go up a floor after exploring the downstairs. The second floor has less rooms they see. Three bathrooms and an office and this large room in the middle with double doors they haven't opened yet saving best for last. As the group makes their way to the third floor seems to be a bit more personal space. A large bedroom with a canopy bed and beautiful dressers. A master bathroom connected with a sliding wood door. The bathtub is huge and the shower is separate from the tub. A dare being thrown at George after he said he would love to have a bed like that.
"I bet you won't go lay down in the bed" Lando says from where he is standing in the middle of the room hands on his hips, smirk on his face, very smug.
George at first hesitates but what could be the harm in simply laying down in what looks to be a very comfortable bed.
"Fine I'll do it, but if I get sick, I'm coughing on you" he says as he sits on the edge of the bed and slowly laying down on it.
The bed was really soft and if it wasn't for the random house and the thought of disease, he could've fallen asleep. They carry on with their exploration though. Finally making their way down to the second floor again and to the big double doors.
None of them want to open the doors to afraid of what is to come but Max steps up and decides since he is already here, he might as well make the most of it by swinging open the doors to what they then find out is a ballroom. A very large one at that. It's beautiful with its dark stained wood floor and decorations scattered about. Clearly whoever lived here had very good taste and lots of money.
When they walk into the ballroom the air shifted. They all looked at each other to check if it was real or not. That confirmed it was in-fact real. They walked to the middle and Lando slung off his backpack containing god knows what. Lando sits down and starts pulling stuff out his bag. Just a couple things a bottle, a deck of cards, and a water bottle for himself. The first idea of the night was spin the bottle but for truth or dare rather than kissing. Used so you can't target one person. They play in a way by someone putting out a dare or truth and then they spin the bottle. whoever it lands on has to answer or do the dare. Even if it's the same person who said the dare.
The game was simple enough and just basic stuff like go run to the far side of the room and come back or asking questions about who they have been with in school that they haven't told anyone about. Basic teenager crap. After a bit they pulled out a deck of cards and played a couple rounds of a game until Lando got upset that Max kept beating winning.
"NO! There is no possible way you won AGAIN!" Lando practically yells slamming his hand down as Max won the 5th game of the night.
"Look Lando I don't know what you want me to say. Maybe just get better." Max snorts as that just makes Lando more upset.
"I'm done with cards lets go back to truth or dare" Pulling the bottle back out. A smug smile plastered on Lando's face which is unnerving to everyone there.
"Okay so I had an idea. Since Sam and Colby do crazy challenges, I thought we could do something kind of the same"
He reached back and pulled out rope and a blind fold from his bag dropping them infront of him. The looks of everyone around him were that of spooked and shocked not expecting this from Lando.
"Here is the idea. Whoever the bottle lands on has to go to the scariest room in the house blindfolded and hands tied behind their back for 20 minutes" The grin on Landos face shows he has no issue with the bottle landing on him. The others though have clear issues
"Lando what is wrong with your brain absolutely not!" George exclaimed sitting across from him.
Oscar and Charles adding on saying that is would be crazy to do. Max was quiet though and instead just laughed a bit.
Four heads snap toward Max as he swallows another laugh. "what's the issue? Ya'll are the ones who wanted to come here."
"If you're talking like that then maybe you should go do it" George said pointing at the rope on the ground.
"I mean I'm down to spin the bottle and see who it lands on" Max says putting the bottle in the middle
Was Max okay with being the one to go and do it? No. But he thought and the chances of it landing on him are 1/5 which isn't much.
"If we all are in then I'm fine with it" Oscar added which got Charles to join
"Come on Georgie don't wimp out now it'll be fine" Charles said poking at George
With a sign and look around George finally agreed to spin it. Lando gleamed with joy.
The bottle in the middle was spun by Lando, and it felt like forever. The noise of it scrapping across the hardwood floor no on talking. Everyone's breath coming out shallow as the bottle spun around and around. The slower it went the more scared the group got. No one wanted it to land on them. Not even Lando truly wanted to do this. As the bottle passed by one of them, they would hold their breath until the bottle passed onto the next person. As it finally slowed and stopped Max thought he was hallucinating. Lando burst out laughing and George bushed out a deep breath.
Max just stared. Deeply and closely at the bottle as if he could make it turn more toward someone else. But no, the bottle stopped dead infront of him pointing right through him. There was no denying who it landed on.
Max looked around as Lando stood up and was already grabbing his phone to get a timer set. He couldn't feel his legs. His breath was shallow and his heart beating in his chest. The only thing he could do was calm his thoughts. it couldn't be that bad right?
The group walked upstairs to the room everyone thought was the worst. Which is definitely was. The door to the almost completely empty room from earlier that no one wanted to go in was pushed open. Lando behind Max as he was forced to lead the way to what was definitely going to be his death.
"Are we sure there isn't a way I can just pay someone to take my place?" Max said turning around toward the group trying to save at least some pride by sounding calm.
"Absolutely not" the group spit out all jumbled over each other.
There was nothing max could do besides walk farther into the room. Taking deep breaths Lando asked Max to put his hands behind his back. Fingers touching his elbows as his forearms were against each other. They talked about how Max could call out if he needed and they would come get him, but Max already knew he wouldn't do that because he would be forever made fun of.
As Max pulled against the rope there was no budge. The idea scaring Max as he remembered what he was about to have to do.
The group said their goodbyes as Lando grabbed the blindfold. The last thing he saw before his vision was covered was Charles winking at him. Winking at him before he was going to be left alone for whatever was haunting this place to kill him.
He heard them shut the door and walk down the stairs towards the ballroom slowly going out of ear shot. He was too afraid to move from where he was standing. All the walls were a couple feet away and the thought of walking into something scared him bad. Time passed different up here. The air was different as well, harder to breathe, pressure on his chest getting heavier the longer he stood in the room.
A wave of cold air hit him, and he couldn't stop the shiver. The darkness and quietness slowly drifting him off somewhere he was spacing out just waiting for them to come back. He didn't know how long he had been like that until he heard soft steps. He thought it was over someone was coming to get him. The door opened slowly and with not much sound. The footsteps getting louder and louder stopping a couple feet away from where he was standing.
"Is it finally over?" he asked trying to keep his voice neutral as he heard the steps come closer.
Max feels before hears the response as a breath ghosts over his ear. "Not yet... this is extra"
The words slip into his mind, and he clicks that it's 'Charles'. The same 'Charles' who said he would kiss him tonight.
"Is this my reward for coming?" His whispers into the air not quite sure why he is quiet all of a sudden. Maybe the quietness he doesn't want to disturb.
He feels a slight push against his chest, and he takes a step back to not fall. Why 'Charles' was pushing him he didn't know. Why the pressure felt deeply rather than just on the surface he also didn't know but tonight had been crazy enough.
"Will you take off the blindfold?" Max asked in the direction his believes 'Charles' to be.
That question just got him another deep-felt shove Max wobbling as 'Charles' put his hand on Max's shoulder and pressed down until Max dropped onto his knees.
The hand once again felt different. To soft, to deep, to... unhuman. Max didn't register why. Maybe it was how long he had been up here.
The thought was ignored as he felt his belt start to come undone. Followed by his jeans.
A hand working its way inside his jeans and boxers to pull out his already hard dick. Pre-cum already pooling at the top ready to spill over as a thumb swipes over the top and drags down the side wiping it off. A breath of cold air against his dick makes him jump more liquid forming again. That too being added to the side as he heard whispers in his ear.
Soft words that sound distant yet so close. His own breaths becoming increasingly desperate as his hips rock to try and get friction against nothing but air. A voice whispering in his ear to behave. His hips stop immediately. If wanting to be good for 'Charles' meant staying still, then he could do that.
"Good boy Max just like that" the voice whispered in his ear. The voice sounding a bit different from what he is used to, but he blames it on the room again.
He whimpers when the hand finally grabs at his painfully hard dick. A loud moan escaping as said hand drags down the pre-cum helping the movement some.
"Shh stay quiet for me, you can do that right?" The voice asks although it sounds muffled and distant again. He nodded his head until he feels the hand move away.
"Yes! Yes I can be quiet. I can be so good please just touch me" that was proven wrong fast as the next second the hand is back around him and he moans. It had been so long since he had another hand around him especially with-it being Charles.
A hand grabbed at the bottom of his hoodie and shirt stuffing the fabric into his panting open mouth. "Bite down, don't let go" and he did exactly that wanting to be as good as possible.
The hand finally getting a proper grip and sliding down so slow it is more painful than anything else. Any noise Max wanted to make comes out muffled and drowned by the fabric.
Only when the slide is slick with pre-cum and he is a shivering mess did 'Charles' up the pace. Going from painfully slow to teetering on the edge of too much. His breath heavier in the room and his whimpers more frequent. The up and down against his cock was restless. Never slowing or stopping.
Max was growing increasingly frantic as he felt his stomach tighten. His arms pulled against the ropes. Back arching even though it put more weight on his knees which by now were definitely bruised. The hand was relentless as the fist tightened and, on the upstroke, twisted. That was just enough to push Max over the edge. His cum spurting out onto the floor and dripping down his dick. Some spots landing on his jeans and stomach.
The hand stroking him through it milking any last bits possible. Until there was no more. He whimpered out something that sounded like 'that's enough' but it was muffled. The hand never stopped.
Even as the pleasure started mixing with pain and his body shook. Even as he got louder around the fabric and increasingly frantic. Back arching even wilder than before. Please and stop spewing out of him between moans and whimpers. His dick already kicking back up under the attack. It hurt so bad. Max wasn't sure if he wanted to come again.
Before he knew it though his dick was back up and painful again. The hand hadn't stopped or slowed down even a fraction. The twisting hadn't ever stopped either. Thumb swiping over the head every other stroke and dipping slightly into the slit. Max had tears dripping down his face that he didn't even realize at first. As he felt the tightness in his stomach start, he felt the hand speed up.
The whispers in his ear telling him how good he was doing. That he was being so very good, and this was his reward. The voice was much farther away now as Max was sinking into a different head space. Drool leaking out the corners of his mouth and dick dripping pre-cum he knew he wouldn't last any longer. The warning that he was close came seconds before he had let go. The overstimulation was too much cuming again so quick.
His body tensed and cum shot out once more this time against his stomach mostly. Some more drops going onto his jeans as the hand once again milked him dry. he thought for a second that he would be forced into the third and started thrashing. He couldn't do a third he really couldn't he had been good hadn't he?
Falling forward his head hit the floor shifting the blindfold as a hand continued getting everything it could out of him. Finally letting go to put his dick back in his jeans and started to button them up and fix his belt. That's when he noticed.
There was nobody there. No hand around him or person. His belt still being put back in place with no hand did it click. He panicked at the thought. Ghosts weren't meant to be real. How do you explain that though. Sitting up there wasn't even anyone in the room. The door still shut and nobody he could see with the small light from the moon.
There is no way, right? Charles was just here. He heard it felt it even. The cum still on his stomach proved it was real. The thought twisted in his mind as he understood that maybe ghosts were real. This was not the way he had expected this to go. His discovery of ghosts being a hand job while he was blind folded.
Every time he tried to tell himself it was fake he just looked at the spots on his jeans. How would he tell the others? Would he even tell them? Would they believe him? Why did he like it so much? That last one was mostly for a different time to try out some new things with Charles.
His thoughts just spiraled from there. Was it wrong to enjoy it? That was probably the most intense jerk he has had. Even if he thought it was Charles was it still weird to find it hot?
Before he could make sense, he heard steps down the hall quickly moving to wipe up the cum off the floor with his knees and make sure his hoodie fully covered his stomach to hide everything. Just as he was done fixing his hoodie the door opened. The 4 other them walked in with grins on their face expecting to see Max scared out of his mind. Which it was in a way just not for the reason they think he is.
He is soon untied and they asked if anything happened. His face turned red again as he spit out the biggest lie of the century. "No nothing really happened".