Trick or Treat

Gerard screamed as Jason’s rock hard dick ripped through his asshole.

Contrary to popular belief, Gerard was a virgin to anal sex. And Jason’s penis was not exactly a good size for a beginner. The bulging thing spread pain through Gerard’s entire bottom half, and Jason had not even begun thrusting.

They had spared him some lubrication, but none of it mattered. The pain of his anal canal being stuffed with the man’s cock was one of the worst pains Gerard had ever felt in his entire life.

Jason reached around and grabbed Gerard’s own dick, limp as a noodle. He stroked it with a gloved hand, which was an odd sensation. He then cupped his dick and balls all together, and spent a good moment just groping and squeezing them.

Gerard was horrified to let a moan escape from his own lips.

He couldn’t help it, he was always so sensitive.

It had always been one of his more embarrassing secrets.

Jason began to thrust into Gerard rhythmically, audibly enjoying himself. He muttered phrases like “oh yeah” and “feels so fucking good” under his breath. He still continued to keep his other hand on Gerard’s privates, gripping his balls almost uncomfortably hard.

Gerard resumed screaming again, trying to catch his breath in gasps and sputters.

But Jason wouldn’t stop for even a second. Gerard couldn’t help but wonder where he even found the energy.

He continued for a good 15 minutes. It was just when Gerard felt like his entire bottom half was about to break in every way possible that he could feel his cock pulsating inside him, like he had finished. Sure enough, Jason finally stopped and was still.

He seemed to take a few seconds to just relish dumping his load into Gerard. Then he pulled out quickly, and Gerard could already feel the semen dripping out of his ass.

“Next.” Jason declared to the other two, who had been sitting on a couch in standby.

They were in a different room than the one Gerard had woken up in. This one had a mattress in it, although it seemed just as old and beaten up as the rest of the house and its objects were. It also had a good sized coffee table in it, which was what Jason had chosen to fuck Gerard over. Gerard released the edges of it, realizing his knuckles had turned white from him holding onto it so tightly.

Everything hurt.

His whole body was sore and aching, and now his asshole felt to be on fire.

Still, he tried to turn around.

“Didn’t we tell you to stop trying to run away from us?”

The mummy stepped up this time, waving a finger at Gerard. Gerard growled at him, still sticking to the crazy delusion that if he fought them enough, he might get out of this insane evening alive.

Although he wasn’t sure what would lead him to believe that, other than denial.

The odds were against him. He was up against three, clearly very strong men. Three very strong men that for whatever reason, wanted his blood. And what did Gerard have to fight them with? He was naked other than a pair of fake bat wings and stockings. Naked in a place he didn’t know, hours away from home.

He had already tried screaming for help.

Not only was there no response, he had to admit to himself that even if someone had heard him, they would probably think it was some sort of Halloween gimmick.

The mummy grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him down to his knees. He had already unwrapped the bandages around his crotch and pushed down his own underwear. A half erect dick dangled in Gerard’s face. The mummy didn’t bother to ask Gerard to do it, he grabbed Gerard by the jaw and pried his mouth open. He then thrust his dick into Gerard’s mouth, letting it go all the way to the back of Gerard’s throat.

Gerard gags with the cock still in his mouth, and the mummy’s grip on Gerard’s jaw tightens. His hand tries to guide Gerard’s head into a back and forth movement, while swinging his own pelvis in the same motion.

The blowjob wasn’t as physically painful as the anal sex was, but it introduced a whole new level of uncomfortable to Gerard.

He has no clue how he managed to not vomit straight off the bat.

The mummy’s was not as long as Jason’s had been, but it was much more thick. And it got thicker as he kept going, becoming fully erect. Gerard’s lips felt strained wrapping around it, especially for such a long amount of time. The smell of the man’s whole private area was putrid, and Gerard tried to hold his breath. The cock itself tasted salty, mixed in with some other unknown flavor. More than likely the taste of residue urine, but Gerard’s mind seemed to avoid pinpointing the exact cause.

It was bad enough, feeling the pre-cum surging through the veins of his dick and knowing it was probably squirting onto his tongue little by little. He hoped upon hope that the man was not intending to finish in his mouth.

But of course, he hoped wrong.

Gerard had little warning when it did happen.

A small gasp came from the mummy’s bandages, a little twitch in his cock. And before Gerard could brace himself, a gigantic blob of semen burst into his mouth at the rate of a speeding car.

The salty, disgusting texture overflowed into his throat, and he had to force himself to swallow some. At that point, he could hold it no longer.

He turned his face to the side and began to vomit violently.

“My turn.”

Slenderman stood, pronouncing the mummy’s turn over. While the mummy stared at Slenderman as though he disagreed, he stepped aside anyway.

“Get on the mattress.” he commanded, but Gerard did not budge.

True, he had nothing to fight them with. They had knives, maybe more. He had nothing but himself. His weak, scared self.

But that didn’t mean that he would let them take him willingly.

At the very least, Gerard figured, he could be stubborn until the end. It was a small prize sure, but what else can you do in the face of likely death other than make it as least pathetic as possible?

They’ll never take me alive, he once preached to his fans.

Slenderman grabbed fistfuls of his hair and pulled him upwards, as he so seemed to enjoy doing. Gerard grunted as he was thrown backwards onto the mattress, which was not at all soft.

He felt one of his bat wings snap.

“I want to make this quick, we’re running out of time.” said Slenderman.

He flopped Gerard over onto his stomach and Gerard tried to wriggle away uselessly, knowing what Slenderman was about to do.

A cold liquid hit Gerard’s buttocks as a bit of lube was poured on. All his muscles stiffened when a finger then inserted itself into his anal canal, which was still aching from the last round of anal sex. The finger tried to distribute lubrication into his asshole, but just like Jason, didn’t bother with it for too long.

Next he knew, Slenderman was on top of him.

He inserted himself in, and Gerard couldn’t help but scream again.

He pounded into Gerard with what seemed like all the might his pelvis could deliver. The soreness from Jason’s cock doubled the pain of Slenderman’s penetration. His hands busied themselves by playing with Gerards nipples, twirling his fingers on them teasingly.

Gerard was fighting the urge to sob.

Black spots began to appear in his vision, and he wondered if he was going to pass out again.

However true to his word, Slenderman kept his own turn short. He pulled out before Gerard could even tell he had finished.

Once he stood, Slenderman kicked Gerard over so that he was lying on his back.

“Looks like our time together is over my friend. We thank you for your... participation.”

Behind him, the other two were standing now, approaching closer. Slenderman pulled out his knife as his comrades came to stand beside them, both with knives of their own.

“No...” Gerard growled weakly, and attempted to get up.

But he knew it was no use.

The pain his body felt almost welcomed death. Any sort of rest or relief from the agony of his aches sounded like the best thing in the world.

He fell back down. They hadn’t even tried to stop him from getting up. They probably already figured the same thing he did.

He had no chance.

He was going to die here.

Slenderman knelt down and raised his knife. He shanked Gerard in the upper stomach and dragged the knife down, slicing open his belly.

If Gerard had thought the anal sex was the worst pan imaginable, he was corrected then.

He didn’t even know he could scream that loud.

And then the other two knelt down and began to carve him with their knives, like a turkey on thanksgiving.

One of them grabbed what looked like a cup from behind him and he pressed the edge of it against Gerard’s bleeding stomach. Blood went into it, and Jason raised his mask high enough to uncover his lips.

He drank from it.

Confused, scared, writhing in pain, and finally disgusted on top of all that, Gerard finally gave into the darkness.

His last thought before he slipped away was, strangely enough, of Frank Iero.

TBC.

Notes

Next chapters being uploaded right after this one. It would be confusing otherwise haha.