KingSandy
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- Joined
- Aug 17, 2010
- Location
- In your blankets, looking for a hug
Halloween. Jack had never really liked the holiday. He was not one for scary movies (clowns gave him nightmares) nor did he like playing pranks. The only thing that had redeemed it was the ability to dress up as whatever he wanted and get free candy. Otherwise, Jack thought Halloween could be skipped with no trouble. But, now in high school, he found it hard to go trick or treating.
Well, this year, anyway. His parents were out this evening, for a party. They had denied Jack's usual past time so someone would be home to pass out candy. Pass out, they said, not eat it all. Jack had nodded dutifully. He was dressed up as a cat. He had a fun little collar on with a jingly bell. A headband with ears and all. A little tail clipped to his belt. A nice little bow set in his hair. Jack was not a large boy, he was much shorter than average and he was slender. His features were fine and he had skin like coffee with too much cream in it. He wore his hair long, usually. It was dark and a little curly. And he'd never gotten over the idea of being cute. Eighteen years and he was the cutest motherfucker that ever went to Briar Forest Highs School. Well, so his wallet said: CMF.
But it was a long night. The first hour was filled with trick or treaters, he passed out candy with reckless abandon at first. Then he kept the rest of the good stuff for himself.
The next hour? On the computer. Some silly chain letter had been sent his way. Do this ritual, demon, blah blah. Pleasure beyond imagination. Jack was amused. Might as well try it out, he reasoned. It was Halloween. He got the materials. This was a Demon of Lust, the chain letter said. Items of lust: knife, condom, chain, blood and semen. Others: chalk, candles and a piece of white cloth.
Jack laid out candles in a five pointed star. He then set the chain in a circle in the center, surrounding the cloth. He cut his finger and wiped the blood onto the knife. Jack did not offer up any semen, thinking that this was just some demented little joke for people who liked the idea of demonic sex. Or some frat boy scam to get laid.
He said the words: "O Maiden of Lust/ I bid thee come/ My soul is Thine/I beseech thee/ Fill My Nights/ Thrice, I beg thee/ Grant Me my Desire!"
An hour later, nothing happened. Jack got his cut bandaged, cleaned up (boiling and washing the knife) before going to bed. Stupid little ritual. Probably there to get some idiot laid on Halloween. Jack was not surprised. Chain letters. Sheesh.
Well, this year, anyway. His parents were out this evening, for a party. They had denied Jack's usual past time so someone would be home to pass out candy. Pass out, they said, not eat it all. Jack had nodded dutifully. He was dressed up as a cat. He had a fun little collar on with a jingly bell. A headband with ears and all. A little tail clipped to his belt. A nice little bow set in his hair. Jack was not a large boy, he was much shorter than average and he was slender. His features were fine and he had skin like coffee with too much cream in it. He wore his hair long, usually. It was dark and a little curly. And he'd never gotten over the idea of being cute. Eighteen years and he was the cutest motherfucker that ever went to Briar Forest Highs School. Well, so his wallet said: CMF.
But it was a long night. The first hour was filled with trick or treaters, he passed out candy with reckless abandon at first. Then he kept the rest of the good stuff for himself.
The next hour? On the computer. Some silly chain letter had been sent his way. Do this ritual, demon, blah blah. Pleasure beyond imagination. Jack was amused. Might as well try it out, he reasoned. It was Halloween. He got the materials. This was a Demon of Lust, the chain letter said. Items of lust: knife, condom, chain, blood and semen. Others: chalk, candles and a piece of white cloth.
Jack laid out candles in a five pointed star. He then set the chain in a circle in the center, surrounding the cloth. He cut his finger and wiped the blood onto the knife. Jack did not offer up any semen, thinking that this was just some demented little joke for people who liked the idea of demonic sex. Or some frat boy scam to get laid.
He said the words: "O Maiden of Lust/ I bid thee come/ My soul is Thine/I beseech thee/ Fill My Nights/ Thrice, I beg thee/ Grant Me my Desire!"
An hour later, nothing happened. Jack got his cut bandaged, cleaned up (boiling and washing the knife) before going to bed. Stupid little ritual. Probably there to get some idiot laid on Halloween. Jack was not surprised. Chain letters. Sheesh.