Interactive: Something Wicked, ch. 2 (Patreon)

Luke trailed behind Andy at a distance.  As creepy as things were in the daylight, he didn’t relish the idea that the rest of the funhouse could be dark as soon as they turned the corner.  The arrows on the wall pointed in the direction they were walking, declaring “This Way To Fun!” in chipped, faded letters.  Given the state of the ticket booth and the front doors, Luke was surprised that there wasn’t more graffiti lining the walls.  He’d explored abandoned buildings with Andy before, and inevitably, no matter how remote, there was always at least one tag.  Yet it seemed that the only things to have touched these walls were time and the elements.  

“Hold up,” Andy said, coming to an abrupt stop.  He’d found a narrow door painted the same color as the rest of wall, camouflaged so well they almost walked right past it.  Andy gave it a nudge, swinging it open with a loud creak.    

“Don’t suppose it would be too much to hope for any of this to work, would it?”  Luke looked at the various conduits and fuse panels that lined the room.  On the far wall was a huge lever that looked like something a mad scientist would pull to bring a monster to life.  

“I mean, there’s one way to find out.”  

“Dude,  I was kidding.  Be careful,” Luke cautioned as Andy walked over and gave the lever a quick poke.  

Having not been electrocuted, he grabbed it and pulled.  “Damn thing’s...stuck…” he grunted, adding his other hand to the mix.  With a final tug the lever slammed down, resulting in a loud crack and a shower of sparks.  “Fuck!”  Andy yelped and sprang back as crackling circuits came to life.  

“No way…” Luke was stunned.  Bit by bit the funhouse seemed to be waking up.  Lights blinked on in the concourse and a steady hum filled the room.  “Uh, okay, you can turn it back off.”  

“Fuck that,” Andy spat.  “And miss the chance to get pics of this place working?  Or semi-working and being even creepier?  No way.  Listen to that music!”  

In the concourse, a warped, atonal organ could be heard fizzing and sputtering out of the few working speakers.  It was like a toy when the batteries were going dead; slow, droning, and entirely unsettling.  “Are you trying to burn this place down while we’re in it?  How is this even running?  There weren’t any power lines outside.”  

Andy shrugged.  “Maybe the lines are buried.  Dude, look, this place hasn’t burned down in the past forty-some years...I don’t think it’s going to while we’re in it.  Don’t punk out on me now.”  

“Whatever man, I’m just officially saying this seems like a bad idea.”  

Andy was all smiles as he brushed passed.  “Trust me.  We’ll go slow just in case.”  

The two followed the now blinking arrows pointing the way around the corner to a large, dead-end room with two holes in the bottom of one wall.  A series of blinking, malfunctioning bulbs left the room bathed in a slow strobe light.  “SILLY SLIDES” was written on the wall above the holes in large cartoon letters.  

“What the fuuuuuck…” Luke didn’t think the building had looked tall enough to have a second floor.  “Where do these go?”  

Andy was already snapping pictures.  Above one slide was a smiling, dark haired young man with the words “NICE” written just above the entrance.  A picture of a wavy, up and down line indicated the shape of the slide.  Next to it, a freckled, dour looking redhead floated above “NAUGHTY”, with a picture of a winding spiral.  “They probably just go down a few feet.  Ten or twelve at the most,” Andy said, examining his pictures.  “This place isn’t that tall, unless there’s a basement.”  

Luke didn’t like the idea of a basement any more than he liked the rest of it.  The idea of being stuck underground with the flashing lights and the disconcerting music was like a nightmare.  “Are we really going down?”  

Andy poked around the room for another door but couldn’t find one.  “Where else are we going to go?  I don’t see any other way to get past this room.”  

Luke inspected the circular opening in front of him.  He pushed at the red plastic, testing its strength.  It felt solid.  “How do we know these things are even still intact?”  

Andy was already half inside the hole in front of him.  “Like I said, just go slow.  Inch your way down and it’ll be fine.  They can’t be that long.”  

Luke watched until Andy had disappeared from view.  He didn’t hear anything break or his friend yell.  “Well, here we go…” he muttered under his breath, inching his way in feet-first.  

The enclosed tube was a tight fit around his burly frame.  He inched his way forward slowly as he approached the first bend.  

A sudden, shrill voice blared in the tube.  “NAUGHTY BOY!  NAUGHTY BOY!”  

“Jesus!”  Startled, Luke jerked and bumped his head on the side of the tunnel.  “Ow!  Fuckin’ hell…” he instinctively reached up to rub where he’d hit and lost his grip in the process.  “Shiiiit!” he yelled as he slid around the bend and kept going.  He couldn’t stop himself.  He tried to brace himself with his hands but somehow he was already moving too fast, and he was picking up speed.  

Luke wanted to yell as he rocketed down the tunnel, but opening his mouth only resulted in the air being sucked out of him.  He felt like an astronaut testing g-forces and didn’t understand how he could possibly still be sliding.  It was all he could do to keep from passing out.  Faster and faster he spiraled around the bends.  He was battered against the sides with each turn, catching his thin t-shirt on one of them that tore it free like tissue paper.  Luke was moving so fast he barely felt it.  One minute his shirt was there; the next it was gone.  He could feel his jeans starting to shred from the friction and expected the pain of a road-rash, but it never came.  If anything, the less clothing that remained, the smoother the ride became.  

While the terrified, dizzy hunk plummeted for what felt like hours, the shrill voice screeched “NAUGHTY BOY!  NAUGHTY BOY!” over and over.  The physical and aural assault made his head spin.  He felt less like he was shooting at breakneck speeds through a tube and more like he was floating.  The dim, crimson light of the tube spread across his vision until he was melting into the color and becoming one with it.  

Then, abruptly, he was out.  He landed with a heavy thud onto the padded pillow at the bottom, his vision clearing slowly.  

Next to him, Andy was climbing to his feet.  “See?  That wasn’t so baaaaaAAAAHH!”  He froze, unable to process what he was seeing.  Luke was lying in a heap on the ground, almost naked.  All that remained of his friend’s clothes were his worn cross trainers, ankle socks, and his mostly-shredded boxer briefs.  

“What...what the fuck just happened…” Luke groaned, pushing himself up onto his hands and knees.  

“I don’t...I don’t know man…” Andy stammered.  “I went down my slide and then you shot out of yours like that.  I don’t knooooohh jesus!”  

“What?!  What?!”  Luke looked down at his exposed torso and tattered underwear, his head still spinning too much to pinpoint what felt wrong.  

“Your hair...your...skin…” Andy gawked, having trouble forming the impossible words.  “Dude, you’re a fuckin’ readhead!  And you’ve got freckles!”

“What?!”  Luke shot to his feet and held his arms in front of him.  If his tanned skin hadn’t already taken on a pale cast, he would have gone white.  His whole complexion had lightened from a natural golden tan to a pale pink.  Up and down his thick forearms was a peppering of freckles, and he didn’t need to see his head to know that what Andy said was true.  He could already see a bright red bush sticking out through the tear in his underwear.  “Take...take a picture!  Let me see what I look like.”  

Luke practically ripped the camera out of his friend’s hand before almost dropping it at what he saw.  He looked like a stranger.  The dusting of now-burgundy hair on top of his pale skin made his muscular build seem like it belonged to a different person.  Given the state of his remaining clothes, he had plenty of opportunity to examine it.  One of his firm, round globes hung totally bare, and the large rip in the front of his boxer briefs left the base of his cock exposed.  He couldn’t believe that he didn’t have any injuries, but he was more focused on the changes to his face and scalp.  A thick dotting of freckles spread from his cheeks across the bridge of his nose below a shock of now-red hair. 

“Are you...okay,” Andy finally asked, looking his friend up and down.  “Physically, I mean?”  

“No!”  Luke shoved the other man back.  “Look at me!  Do I look okay?!  What the fuck just happened!?”  

“I don’t know, man, I went in…”

Luke cut Andy off, grabbing him roughly by the shoulders.  “What.  The.  Fuck.  Just.  Happened,” he yelled, shaking the thin man.  

“Hey….HEY!”  Andy pulled out of Luke’s strong grip.  “I don’t know any more than you do!”

“This was your fucking idea!”  Luke spread his burly arms wide.  “Look at this!  How does this even happen?!  My clothes are fucking shredded but there’s not a mark on me?  How the fuck does my hair and skin change?!”  

Seeing his large friend on the verge of hysterics wasn’t helping Andy think.  He was just as freaked out as Luke, and he had the guilt of knowing that his friend was right.  What just happened to Luke was his fault.  He’d dragged his friend out here and told him it would be fine.  “Okay...okay...let’s just get out of here, alright?”  He put a hand on Luke’s bare shoulder, and then put it back again after the man swatted it away.  “Come on, man, I need you to keep it together at least until we get out of here.”  

Luke didn’t swat Andy’s hand away this time.  “I just...I don’t understand…” he said quietly, looking his unscathed friend up and down.  “Your slide was fine?  How long were you in there?  It felt like hours.”  

Andy’s brow furrowed.  “Dude...we were in there for a few seconds.  I went in at the top, slid down like a regular slide, and you came out right after me.  Maybe it’s because I went down “nice” and you went down “naughty”?”

“UUUNnnnnn…” Luke groaned loudly, swaying on his feet.  

Andy put a hand on Luke’s back to steady him in case he was about to fall over.  “What?  What is it?  Are you okay?”  

Luke shook his head and blinked.  “Whoa...that was intense…”  His pale face flushed.  “It was like a wave hit me.”  

“Alright, we officially need to get out of here,” Andy said, stepping away from Luke and looking back up his slide.  “I don’t know if we can climb back up this, but we’re definitely not going up the naughty…”

“UUUUUNNNNNN….” 

Andy spun around at Luke’s loud groan.  As he watched, what remained of his friend’s stuffed bulge twitched and danced until Luke’s thick, rigid cock shot out through the tear.  His friend’s beefy pecs were rising and falling rapidly and his pale body was a flushed, ruddy pink.  

“Oh fuck…” Luke gasped.  “Whenever you say it...I think it’s that word…” 

“What?  Naughty?”  Andy winced as he said it and Luke spasmed, dropping to his knees.  “Shit!  Sorry!”  He raced over, but his friend was already in a daze. 

Luke’s expression was flat and his eyes were unfocused as he seemingly stared past Andy.  “Naughty boy...naughty boy…” he kept repeating.  Luke had one hand wrapped around his wide cock and was pumping while he said it.  

Andy blushed a stunned shade of purple.  “No, dude, come on man,” he begged, putting a hand on Luke’s shoulder and gently shaking him while trying not to look.  He’d seen his friend naked plenty of times and was familiar with the beast he kept stowed in his pants.  He gave him a hard time over it constantly, like when he’d grabbed Luke’s bulge earlier, but he’d never seen it rigid and throbbing. 

Had he been looking, Andy may have been able to avoid what happened next.  As soon as he was close, Luke’s hands flew to his waist.  The massive, freckled arms flexed as he pulled, tearing the button and fly off Andy’s jeans and leaving them hanging open.  Before the wiry man could pull away, Luke’s firm hands had him locked in place.  

“Naughty boy….naughty boy….” Luke kept muttering as he leaned in and started gnawing on the bright red pouch of Andy’s briefs.  

“Fuck!  Luke!  No!”  Andy squirmed, but all that succeeded in doing was mashing his bulge against his friend’s eager mouth even more.  If watching the formerly blonde man’s muscles had been impressive while they were breaking in, Andy was overwhelmed watching them flex and inflate as Luke rocked on his knees and held on to his ass with a steely grip.  His friend oozed a primitive, lustful power, and despite being entirely straight, Andy could feel himself hardening.  Luke’s lips were gentle around his stuffed bulge as his friend’s warm, moist tongue probed its way into the fly.  “Dude...no!”  With a final effort Andy managed to worm out of Luke’s arms and scramble away.  He watched the other man almost robotically tug what remained of his underwear down his burly thighs before falling flat onto his back.  He hoisted his legs into the air, exposing his tight hole.  

“Naughty boy...naughty boy….” he repeated, wiggling his thick cheeks.  

“No!  For fuck’s sake man, snap out of it!”  Andy was mortified for his friend.  He yelled desperately, but Luke wouldn’t lower his legs.  His eyes were still glassy and half closed as he presented the underside of his balls and his virgin knot.  “Stop it!  You’re not naughty!”  Andy watched a shudder run through Luke as his back arched up off the ground when he said the word again.  He had an idea; he just hoped his friend would forgive him.  “Sorry man…” he said quietly before following it with a stern, “naughty!”  Again Luke grunted and writhed.  “Naughty!  Naughty!  Naughty!”  Andy felt awful as he watched his friend’s helpless, ecstatic seizing.  Luke was a whining, grunting lump of muscle.  “Naughty!”  He kept saying it until Luke finally dropped his legs and clutched at the ground.  “Naughty!”  

“UUUUHHHHNNNNGGGG!”  Luke grunted and bellowed, his voice cracking as his aching cock spewed all over his chest.  

The beefy man writhed and spasmed until his twitching rod finally stopped spraying. “Dude…?” Andy asked quietly when Luke was still and panting. 

“Ooohhh...What the fuck…” the newly christened ginger groaned. 

“Are you...uh….done?”

Luke was still flat on his back, his eyes fixed on the ceiling with a shell-shocked expression. “I think so,” he said, catching his breath.  “I could see what I was doing...I just...I couldn’t stop…”

“I'm so sorry man!” Andy said frantically. “I didn't know what else to do! I thought if you could just get through it you'd snap out of it…””

Luke rubbed his face with both hands and finally sat up, his pale new skin turning an even deeper shade of red as he felt the ample fluid running down his meaty chest. “No, you were right, it's okay. It worked.” He gave his friend a horrified look, his eyes lingering on the wrecked waist of Andy’s jeans.  He could still feel the fabric against his tongue.  “Fuck man, I'm sorry I…”

Andy shook his head, trying not to think about what it had felt like to harden against Luke’s surprisingly soft lips.  “Don’t even worry about it,” he said with an awkward laugh.  “Let’s just get the fuck out of here.”  He reached down to pull Luke to his feet, trying not to stare at the new freckles.  

“How exactly are we going to do that,” Luke asked, pulling up the ruined remains of his underwear.  

Andy went back to his slide and stuck his head in the opening.  “Mine was just a wavy, straight line.  Maybe we can climb back up?”  He only made it a few feet before sliding back down.  He tried two more times before giving up.  “Damnit!  You could coat the space shuttle in this shit.  It’s so slippery.”  

“Let me try.”  Luke didn’t make it any farther up the slide than his friend.  If anything, his mostly naked body shot right out of it.  “Fuck.  So that’s out,” he said, picking himself up off the ground.  He walked around the perimeter of the square room, failing to find any sort of hidden door.  All that left was to follow the broken, blinking arrows on the wall.  

“I don’t want to go any deeper either,” Andy said, reading Luke’s expression.  The shrill, atonal organ music played the same loop and they could hear the humming of electrical current powering the mostly-shattered lights overhead.  Looking down the hall they could see more lights flashing menacingly in the distance.  Andy picked up his bag and tried to sound confident.  “I don’t think we have a choice.”  

***** What room do they find next? *****