Scarecrow - Stripped (Patreon)

Happy Halloween awesome Patrons! To mark the spookiest day of the year, here's our last October themed story! A big thanks to the lovely Patron who came up with the concept for this one, and I hope you guys enjoy this as much as I did. 

For my higher tier Patrons, your October themed story will be posted later this week as I want to do some quick rewrites on it. For the rest of you, November's update will be out in a couple of days to share what's coming up in the next month! 

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Halloween was supposed to be about costumes, candy, and scary stuff. I had no issue with that. I loved Halloween. It was always a fun day.

But this year, I was struggling to cope!

One of the guys at work had decided to dress in a creepy as hell scarecrow costume and I was literally terrified. Scarecrows had always creeped me out and this guy was taking it to the extreme. He was constantly jumping out at people in the office all day and when we’d gone for drinks after work, he’d somehow managed to jump out from an alley and made me scream like a little girl.

It felt like everywhere I went, he was there waiting for me, ready to jump out in that scary as fuck mask.

By 9pm, there were only six of us left from the office, the drinks were in full flow, and the scarecrow seemed to have mercifully disappeared.

I’d just downed another beer when I realised, I couldn’t hold off visiting the restroom for another second.

“Just going to the restroom,” I yelled to one of my colleagues as I put down my beer bottle and pushed my way through the crowd to the corridor that led to the bathrooms.

I pushed open the door to the men’s room, and then it happened.

Turning towards the urinals, he jumped right at me. That terrifying scarecrow mask, his burlap gloved hands going for my throat. I screamed at the top of my lungs as I jumped back and smashed my elbow into the wall.

I clenched my legs tightly to stop myself peeing there and then!

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I yelled at him. “Get the fuck out!”

He laughed behind the mask as he pushed past me and headed back into the bar.

My breathing was ragged, and my bladder felt like it was ready to burst. Shaking, I staggered over to a urinal and relieved myself.

Part of me was still scared out of my wits, but the alcohol was fuelling something else! I was pissed! Who the fuck did that guy think he was? I’d made it quite clear on multiple occasions that day that I didn’t like him jumping out at me, but he’d continually done it despite my protests. What a dick! He needed to be taught a lesson.

In fact, that sounded like a great idea!

He’d be far less terrifying once he’d had that mask stripped away.

Or maybe, he needed to lose his entire costume.

With that idea in my head, I made my way back to the guys and grabbed another beer from the table. Scarecrow was stood to the side, looking menacing with his arms crossed. I didn’t even know who the hell he was!

“Hey Dave,” I yelled at one of my co-workers. “Scarecrow dude has jumped out at me for the last time. I want some payback.”

Dave laughed. “I’m with you bud. He made me spill my entire cup of coffee this morning. The guy’s a douche.”

“Who is he?”

Dave shrugged. “Some new guy from marketing or sales or something.”

It took barely any time at all for Dave and I to come up with a plan to exact some payback, and Dave quickly shared it with the rest of the guys that had stayed at the bar.

The plan was simple. I’d distract Scarecrow whilst the others grabbed him. We’d strip off his costume leaving him with just his mask, and then we’d leave him like that in the middle of the bar. Let’s see how scary he was without any clothes!

I stood up and downed a swig of beer before making my way over to Scarecrow. The mask was even more terrifying up close, but I forced myself to focus on how much different he’d look in a few minutes time.

“So, who are you?” I said loud enough to be heard. “Or are you going to hide in that costume all night?”

Scarecrow shrugged but turned as I walked to the other side of him.

I gave a subtle thumbs up in Dave’s direction and him and the other guys dived into action, each of them grabbing Scarecrow and holding him still.

We all laughed as he struggled against them, but there was no chance that he could overpower all of them.

We hadn’t really discussed the mechanics of how this would work, but as I was the only one not holding on to him, it made sense for me to me the one to start ripping off his costume.

Scarecrow tried mercilessly to pull away from them, but he couldn’t move as I stepped forward and grinned at him.

“Let’s see how tough you are now,” I yelled at his mask.

His entire costume was made of burlap sack. Some sort of baggy shirt, baggy pants, gloves, and boots.

I knew I wouldn’t be able to rip through his costume with my bare hands, but thankfully I had my pocketknife. He struggled even more when I pulled that out of my pocket, but I told him I wasn’t going to hurt him.

Grabbing the front of his shirt, I used my knife to cut through the collar in the middle and quickly drew the knife down to his stomach. I ripped the shirt open with my hands and drew in a sharp breath when I saw what he was hiding underneath the costume.

Scarecrow had firm meaty pecs with a dusting of blond hair, and a flat stomach that had a little definition. His skin was soft as I ran my hand over one of his pecs and brushed his nipple. I certainly hadn’t expected to be having this kind of fun, but I couldn’t resist having a feel of such a perfect body.

He tried to pull away from the guys who were all laughing and hollering as I ripped the shirt from his body completely, exposing his thick powerful arms.

“Looks like Scarecrow works out,” Dave said as he tightened his grip on the guy’s bare arm.

I pulled off his gloves next, before turning my attention to his pants. Knowing what his top half looked like, I was hungry to see what was hiding underneath.

Pulling the elasticated waistband away from his body, I was stunned to see that there was nothing but toned smooth skin underneath.

Scarecrow was going commando.

With a grin, I cut through the waistband and ripped the front of his pants wide open, his thick cock and heavy balls coming into view.

“Looks like scarecrows don’t wear undies,” I yelled and the guys all cheered.

“Please stop,” I heard him shout, but I was too far gone to stop. I ripped at his pants until they were in shreds around our feet.

His legs were muscular and covered in blond fur, but his pubes were neatly trimmed, and his cut cock was beautiful.

Deciding to leave his boots, I made a move for his mask, but Dave stopped me.

“Let him keep it, he can’t go home completely on show.”

I was desperate to see his face, but not wanting to take this too far in front of my colleagues, I settled for slapping Scarecrow’s meaty ass.

The guys all cheered again as they released him, and he immediately clasped his hands over his cock before running for the exit, his perfect cheeks bouncing behind him.

I had no idea who he was, but I was damn sure that I’d be finding out the next day at the office!