The House at the Edge of Town (Patreon)

They were all very pleased with the Halloween party out at the old camping site. Olivia, Ryan, and Zachary were the last ones leaving. They had managed to stay sober enough to put out the fire with the bucket of water they placed out there and then hung around for a bit longer just to make sure. No one wanted a repeat of 2017. While they waited Olivia walked around, shining her phone light on the ground, picking up trash and whatever people had dropped. Anything that looked valuable enough had gone into her plastic pumpkin skull bucket. Her most valuable find had been a bottle of Bacardi with about a third left. Since they were walking home they decided finders keepers, and passed the bottle around as they sat around the still hot rocks surrounding the old fire pit.

When the bottle was dry there was an unspoken agreement to leave. Ryan dropped the bottle back on the ground. "What did you do that for?" Zachary asked, unsteady on the words. "We'll be back and pick up the trash and tomorrow or whenever, right," Ryan replied. Olivia put her arm around the back of Zachary as a subtle hint to shut up, while Ryan walked some steps ahead of them, only to turn back to pick up his candy bucket. Zachary and Olivia had been dating all through the summer, and had gotten to the point where Zachary often used the spare bedroom at Olivia's house, since she lived in town. A perfect place to crash after parties, like this one.

The forest road turned to tarmac as they were nearing town. This road wasn't in much use since the new camping opened up, but it had never been great even when the old camping was open. Up ahead of them was a secluded building that was the home furthest away from the town while still technically part of the town. "Hey, let's trick or treat here. There's no way anyone else has done so," said Ryan, again a bit ahead of the couple, unimpeded as he was by the occasional kiss.

"Why do you say that? Everyone else from the party came this way. Perhaps someone else did," Zachary answered. "Even more reason then," said Ryan, dropped his bucket in the ditch, and hurled himself over the wooden fence covered in damp forest moss. Something on the fence, a nail perhaps, caught his leg and he tumbled head first over the fence and landed in a bush on the other side. "Are you alright?" Olivia asked from the other side of the fence, with no hint of sympathy in her voice.

"Fuck!" Ryan responded, lying on his side on the wet, mossy ground that perhaps could pass for a green lawn. "I'm soaked. The ground is like a sponge."

"You want your candy bucket?"
"Nah. I'll just have a look around. Wait there."
He could hear an especially wet kiss on the other side of the fence.

A bit unsteady Ryan got up and started to walk towards the house. He was approaching it from the side, with the front porch facing right. Straight ahead was a narrow set of stairs to the basement. Since it was the nearest door he decided to try it first, and maybe give whoever lived here a scare. Carefully but with booze-unsteadiness he walked down the stairs, holding the welded rebar handrail, and lightly touched the doorknob. To his surprise the door clicked open. Somewhere deep he had expected the door to be locked, and then just proceed to the front porch for some old fashioned candy grabbing, but he was a bit too intoxicated to not just follow through on whatever the latest plan was, so he opened the door and stepped into the dark.

The dim light from the autumn night only made him aware of the area immediately inside the door. Shelves to either side of it with paper boxes, and more boxes stacked in piles in the room. The air was thick with the smell of mildew and concrete.

Just a few steps in he stumbled on something and fell forward, only to stop a foot above the floor. At first he thought he landed on some mattrass, but he soon realized there was nothing but air between him and the floor, and he was kind of stuck. If he kicked hard he could reach down to the floor, and he could press down with his hands to touch the floor if he really made an effort, but he couldn't stand up. He was sobering up quickly he felt like, and wondered what was going on.

Just as he was about to scream for help a door opened and someone stepped into the room. "Hello? I'm sorry, I think I'm stuck," Ryan pleaded. "So, you're one of them! Coming here and harassing an old lady," a sugar-sweet old voice demanded. Ryan wanted to answer he had nothing to do with anyone else who had come by, realizing it was very likely some of his pals from the party, but she didn't wait for a reply and continued. "And now you've stooped to breaking and entering. Thieves, that's what you are, all of you." She was getting closer to Ryan while talking. "I'll take something of yours and show you how it feels to be robbed."

Ryan was quickly hoisted up in the air, levitating several feet above the hard floor. It was still dark in the room, with the dim light from the open door and the tiny windows near the ceiling the only light sources. "Ma'am you don," was all he managed to respond before he felt a sharp slap in the face. At the same time he could feel the old lady's hand grabbing the waist of his pants while the other one slid in and grabbed his dick. Then she made a quick pull and it all felt wet, like he'd peed his pants.

"What did you," he began asking when suddenly the force keeping him in the air gave out and he fell to the ground face first. He crashed into a bush with soggy mossy undergrowth. "Are you alright?" Olivia asked from the other side of the fence, with no hint of sympathy in her voice.

Ryan looked around, utterly confused. Just next to him was the face and looking in the other direction he saw the house.

"I'm... You think there were any drugs in anything we drank?"
"Why?"
Ryan got up and brushed off leaves and small twigs.
"I think I just zoned out. Anyway, I'm soaked. I'm coming out."
"Did you hit your head?"

Ryan didn't respond, but just followed the fence until he got to the gate. He looked back at the house. It looked deserted with not a single light, nor any holiday decorations for that matter.

"Who gave you this?" Olivia asked, picking out a bright blue rubber dildo in the shape of cock and balls from his candy bucket. It was the kind of dildo with a suction cup on the bottom so you could stick it to flat surfaces. It wasn't a huge one, but certainly larger than Ryan's dick.

"I've never seen it before."
"Ha! Ryan is into butt stuff!" Zach taunted.
"No!" Ryan firmly responded.
"Then you don't mind me taking it." Olivia said with a wink and dropped it into her bucket.
"I'm not doing it for you?" Zach said in a pretend sad voice and kissed her.
"You're not always around."

The remainder of the walk back went mostly in silence, Ryan walking in front thinking about if he had had a bit trip of some sort, and Olivia and Zach behind him engaging in foreplay as much as is possible while walking on public roads. Once they got to where Ryan would split they said their good nights.

"Mess me tomorrow," Zach told him.
"Huh?"
"For the garbage collection tour."
"Oh, yeah. Ok. Night"

As he walked the last bit home he realized he was low level humming with horniness. Once inside the door he saw himself in the mirror. His clothes were still wet from landing in the soggy moss at least once. As he dropped his pants in the bathroom to take a leak he froze. Underneath the wet pants and boxers was nothing. Just smooth skin. He touched it and a faint tingle went up his spine, not unlike when he touched his dick, but a bit muted. Was he still hallucinating, he wondered. Still needing to pee he let go and felt a trickle out of his ass, going down the leg into the bundle of clothes. "Fuck!" he yelped, managed to stop peeing, and stepped out of the wet pants. He sat down on the toilet and finished peeing, thinking that this would all be back to normal after he'd sobered up.

He was shocked awake by him fucking. That is to say he recognized the feeling on his dick of slow, almost tentative fucking, but as he tried to grab it there was nothing there. If it was a trip or a dream he was still in it apparently. He had a look at the phone, almost 10 in the morning. He was hit by two thoughts. First he needed to drink water, because his head was pounding, and secondly what if this was the mysterious blue dildo? Perhaps Olivia was playing with it and somehow he was feeling all of it?

He quickly got dressed and emptied the rest of a bottle of water from the fridge. Somewhere between the bedroom and the kitchen the fucking stopped. He didn't slow down, though. If he could feel that, what happened if they threw it out and the garbage compactor had a go? He jumped on his bike and headed toward Olivia's house. A block or so away from it he almost fell off his bike when the sensation returned. This time faster and more vigorously. He just dropped the bike on the path to the house, staggered up to the front door, and pressed the doorbell.

The sensation stopped immediately, but no one came answering the door. After a few minutes of waiting he pressed the button again. This time he heard steps closing in on the door, and the door opened just a crack. On the other side was Zachary in a too small bathrobe, straight from the shower if his hair was an indication.

"Oh, hi," he opened the door more fully to let Ryan in.
"Hi. Where's Olivia?"
"Her mother asked her to join her for some shopping. I'm sure she did it knowing we would be hangover."
"Do you know where that blue dildo went?"
Zachary's ears turned red.