Escape out the window

Staying here would be insane. Whoever's outside could walk in at any time, and who knows what their reaction to seeing me would be, Cedric thought. Plus, this is an old graveyard anyway. I doubt anyone buried here was born in the 1900's. The people who come here will probably be like, old pensioners or something. Shouldn't be too difficult to run away.

Mind made up, Cedric offered a final thanks to the church for sheltering him through the night. He slowly climbed over the window frame and dropped to the ground outside, landing lightly on both feet, and the resounding squelch reminded him of just how foolish he had been to leave his wet running shoes on for the entire night. He wriggled his toes, noticing just how soggy his feet felt. They're probably really wrinkled by now.

"Fuck," Cedric cursed out loud. Just my luck. No good way to carry them along, either. Oh well - guess I gotta stay in them for now.

Cedric entered the graveyard with little difficulty. It appeared to be a quiet day with only one other car in the carpark, and there were no other people around to accost him - at the current moment, anyway. He shuddered, intensely aware that he was running around in broad daylight while wearing only shoes and nothing else. It's like a nightmare come true... why the fuck did I decide to stay here overnight?

It took him a couple of minutes before he was able to find his boxers. They were somehow located about two feet overhead, draped over a swaying vine.

How...? Cedric puzzled over it for a few seconds before concluding that they probably could've been blown there by the wind.

But then how could the thorny vine thing from last night have grabbed onto it so tightly? I swear, it was like it was attached to the plant with Velcro...

Never mind. Get the boxers back, think about that later.

Cedric jumped, his right hand stretching for a loose corner of his boxers, but came up just an inch short. He winced as he landed on his feet. "Ow."

Where the hell is Adrian when you need him? He'd be able to reach that shit easily.

Cedric jumped again, and this time he felt a finger just barely come into contact with the cotton. However, that was nowhere near enough to dislodge it, and as he landed he felt his flaccid cock slap into his abdomen.

Imagine if someone could see you now. A short, skinny, naked guy jumping under a tree with his dick and balls flopping about. Cedric shivered. God, that sounds fucking depressing.

I'll just try one more time. If it doesn't work, I'll look for the rest of my stuff and get the fuck out of here. Hopefully it didn't end up like this one.

Once more, Cedric leapt. This time, his finger snagged the waistband and his heart soared, before -

*RRRRRIP!*

Instead of coming free, his boxers were ripped apart! Cedric, thrown off balance by the unexpected resistance, fell backwards and landed on his butt, then his back. "Oof!" he exhaled, the breath knocked completely out of him. To add insult to injury, the ripped portion of his boxers fluttered down onto his face, completely useless as a piece of clothing.

"Fuck..." Cedric groaned, kneading his butt. "Owwww..."

That was a fucking waste of time, he cursed. Couldn't have gone any worse. Oh well. Guess I need to get the shorts now.

As he got to his feet, he felt what he could've sworn was his ass still being massaged for just a split second past when his hand left his rear.

Ah, fuck. I hope I didn't get any nerve damage or anything from the fall.

The kneading feeling returned.

"What the fuck?!" Cedric exclaimed, his hand rushing to his ass, a *smack!* arising from where he'd hit whatever he thought was touching him.

But there was nothing there.

Confused, Cedric spun in a circle, trying to spot whatever could've caused the sensation, and jumped when he felt something caressing the other cheek.

*SMACK!*

"Ok, what the hell," Cedric murmured to himself, unnerved. An eerie sense of foreboding washed over him as he stood on the spot, one palm on each butt cheek. His head twisted this way and that, but he spotted nothing.

I must really be imagining things, he thought as he retraced his steps from earlier that morning, his palms still on his rear as he moved. Or maybe it's some sort of weird muscle spasm after that fall.

Soon, he came across his shorts. Similarly to the boxers, they was out of his reach. Unlike the boxers, however, his shorts were so high up, even Adrian would have had a tough time reaching them.

"Oh come ON!" Cedric yelled. "I need my fucking car keys back, damn it!" His voice was easily absorbed by the cool morning air, making his cry of frustration sound thin and weak. In response, the leaves overhead rustled, as if mocking his misfortune.

Hold on, Cedric realized. If my pants were blown up that high... the keys could have fallen out somewhere! I might not be able to get my clothes back, but my phone's in the car, so I could make a run for it and call someone for help!

Cedric began to search the ground. The ground was covered in wet leaves and branches, no doubt due to the freak storm the previous night, and he used his shoes to brush them aside, keeping his eyes peeled for the slightest glint of metal.

There!

He bent at the waist, reaching forwards... and let out an extremely unmanly squawk when something prodded his rear entrance. The jab pushed him off balance, and for a split second he was balanced on the very tips of his toes, his arms windmilling... until the next jab sent him tumbling head over heels onto the cold, damp ground.

Okay, what the fuck?! Cedric thought, his eyes darting about nervously from his position on the soil as his heart started to speed up. Those definitely weren't muscle spasms! He scrambled to his feet, one hand dusting himself off, the other once more covering his ass, and was utterly unprepared when what felt like a warm hand grab hold of his cock.

"AAAH!" Cedric shouted, startled. There's nothing there! His hands went to brush whatever it was off - but to his fear, even with his hand on his cock, he could still feel the other hand as well as it began to stroke, its warmth making its way up and down his shaft.

There's NOTHING touching my dick! So WHY does it feel like someone's just grabbed it?!

Is it invisible?! Some sort of ghost, maybe?!

But it can't be!

What the FUCK is this?!

His fear grew when he felt the ghostly hand cup his butt once more, giving it a firm squeeze. He felt a warm appendage snake itself around his side, brushing up against his waist before attending to his stomach, drawing lines across his stomach that followed the contours of his abs. He felt a sharp, pinching sensation on his nipples, making him gasp out loud and his body shiver. And just as suddenly as it began, the sensations mysteriously disappeared, leaving him with a slowly growing hardon.

WHAT?!

Cedric felt afraid, his face draining just a little bit, his calves tensing. He wasn't superstitious and had never believed in ghosts or the paranormal - but how else could the weird and frankly violating sensations be explained?

But they can't be real, they just can't be, his rational mind insisted. And as if to prove him wrong, the sensation returned. This time, they gave his privates plenty of attention - they circled around the tip of his slit, gently caressed his balls, and pushed against his anus, trying to **** their way in. Cedric could feel his manhood quickly growing under the ministrations of his assaulter. It would have felt like the start of a pretty good wank session - especially because there were more than two "hands" and Cedric didn't have to do anything - except for the bit where Cedric didn't want it, didn't know what was doing it, and didn't know how to stop it.

RUN!

Panicking, Cedric decided to beat a hasty retreat. He had his keys. Hopefully he would be able to escape from the ghost (or whatever it was), and he could worry about whatever was invading his personal space from within the safety of his car, where he wouldn't be so exposed!

Unfortunately, none of the movement stopped the ghost, who appeared to have attached itself to him. The stroking continued, as did the intrusion into his ass. As he sprinted along the footpath, his rising cock bounced higher and higher with each step until its curved shaft was repeatedly slapping against his pelvis, and his rear molded and remolded itself snugly around the invader like a tight glove around a moving hand. The increasingly arousing yet violating actions of the ghosts lay in stark contrast to Cedric's confusion and terror, and as his prostate was gently nudged, he felt the first of what would be many shivers of unwilling pleasure shoot through his body.

As Cedric turned the final corner to the gate, he saw the last obstacle to his freedom - a group of four tall, brown-haired young adults, two women and two men. They were lounging by the entrance, enjoying each others' company and obstructing his way to the car. Cedric quickly went through his options.

If I go slowly, the chances that they'll ignore me are close to zero; they'll probably even ask me all kinds of dumb questions, especially since I'm hard cause of this stupid ghost! I don't need the attention. I need this fucking ghost out of my ass. But if I run quickly enough, I might just be able to barge through them, unlock the car door in time and then barricade myself in. They won't have any reason to chase me or anything, and even if they do, they won't be able to stop me. I'll be safe, then!

The ghost burrowed deeper into him, making him gasp again as his knees went weak. Mind made up, Cedric took off at a sprint, streaking towards the siblings. He was almost free... but right as he reached the gates, one of the girls stepped into his path without warning! Cedric crashed headlong into her, and they both went down.

"AAH!" the girl yelled as she fell, plopping down onto her butt. Cedric, on the other hand, got a face full of crotch, his arms landing on either side of her lap.

"PERVERT!" the other girl shouted.

Nearly instantly, Cedric felt two large palms grab him by the shoulders, and he was hauled upwards. Before he could respond, his wrists were wrestled behind him and **** into the small of his back. He fought against it, but the person holding him was taller, heavier, and stronger. "None of that, now," he heard a deep, rumbling voice say.

"You okay, Val?"

Val looked up, her attention first drawn to the erect cock right in front of her face, then to Cedric's eyes. "Bit banged up, but he's not a big lunk like you, so it's fine." She smiled.

"I'm sorry! It was an accident!" Cedric frantically pleaded.

"It's okay, naked boy," Val laughed as she dusted herself off. "I believe you. Though I gotta say, that definitely did seem like the most interesting and forward offer to eat me out I've ever received."

"... what? No, I didn't...!" Cedric felt his face heating up.

"That's because that's the first offer to eat you out you've ever received," her sister deadpanned.

"LYN!" Val gasped, glaring at her sister in mock outrage, her hands clutched to her chest as she got to her feet. "You wound me." Cedric took advantage of Val's distraction to really study her for the first time.

Val was about two to three inches taller than him, with a kind, dimpled face and bright, brown eyes that sparked with mischief; her playful grin stretched from ear to ear as she took in Cedric's blush. Her caramel-streaked brown hair was done up in a ponytail that stretched down to her shoulders, curling upwards at its end. Her forest-green blouse and navy-blue skinny jeans nicely accentuated her buxom, curvaceous body - and while Cedric normally wouldn't have been one to stare, her boobs were almost pressed into his shoulder.

She's cute. And hot. Cedric's cock twitched, and even though the ghost still had its... hands... touching him everywhere, Cedric was pretty sure that this reaction was entirely his.

"Wounded you more than when you got rugby tackled by a naked boy?" Lyn asked as Cedric's gaze landed on her.

In contrast to the lively and bubbly Val, Lyn was poise and elegance personified. She was slightly taller than Val, and was dressed in a charcoal grey crop top, blue jeans, and strap sandals that showed off her slender, hourglass figure - a complement to her sister's fuller one. Her hair cascaded in waves down to her chest, framing a modestly-sized bust. Her gaze swept imperiously over him from head to toe, lingering on his raging erection, an air of mild nonchalance and amusement hanging about her. She felt infinitely more mature and put together than either he or her sister was, and Cedric immediately felt a few inches smaller in her presence.

"Hey, at least now I can say a cute boy with a boner flung himself at me."

"Uh..." Cedric started as the ghost's... finger... wriggled within him, nudging against his prostate and sending a wave of warmth radiating out from his groin. "Could you, uh... let me go, please?" he tried, utterly cognizant of his nudity, his shame on full display. His eyes frantically searched for the car keys he had let go of during his fall, but to his consternation, he had lost sight of them.

"Aww, but why?" Val pouted, as she placed one palm on his shoulder and tapped a gentle rhythm on his collarbone with one of her dark violet, manicured nails. "You just got here. Plus, you were the one who tackled me, after all. Gotta make it up to me somehow," she joked. Her other hand trailed down his chest, making a circle around his nipple before flicking at it with her nail, making Cedric flinch.

"Well, he DID offer to eat you out," Lyn pointed out.

"I... didn't..." Cedric blushed at the return of the sexual overtones, as well as at the close contact Val had initiated. Her hand trailed downward and played with his abs, tracing the grooves in between them.

Lyn immediately pounced. "Oh, you weren't offering? My sister's pussy not good enough for you?" she challenged.

"No!" Cedric frantically backtracked. "No, I mean, I'm sure her pu-..." Cedric trailed off, eyes widening as his brain finally caught up to his open mouth.

"Yes, boy? What were you going to say about my sister's pussy?" Lyn was now openly smirking while Val, hand placed in front of her mouth, let out what sounded like an extremely unladylike snort. Even her brothers chuckled.

Cedric hung his head. "... fuck, just kill me now," he muttered audibly.

"Such foul language," Lyn purred as she slunk towards his other shoulder. "Haven't you learnt to not curse in front of a lady yet, boy?" Cedric squeaked as, with a loud smack, Lyn's open palm landed on his bum. His cock quivered as he jerked forwards.

"Hey! Hands off, he's mine!"

"Oh, you can have him," Lyn laughed. "He's not my type. I prefer the more... mature ones. The ones that can take a little bit more... punishment." She spanked him again.

"You're hardly a lady anyway," Val joked, "Seeing as you didn't get mummy's best assets." She cupped her boobs with both hands, causing them to jiggle.

"I... don't... what?!" Cedric's head whirled from left to right, trying desperately to keep track of the back-and-forth between the sisters while avoiding all eye contact with Val's chest.

"He's not even looking at your girls," Lyn pointed out in amusement. "Who knows? Maybe he's so excited because he likes being manhandled by Chris. Or maybe Mike's more his type."

"Unfortunately for the naked wonder here, I prefer girls," Mike said in a deep, rumbling voice, even as he stared intently at Cedric as if trying to figure out some sort of puzzle.

Cedric wisely kept his both his mouth and his eyes shut, realizing that anything he said or did now would just be deliberately misconstrued and used against him. Another tremor of pleasure rolled through him as the ghost continued toying with him, and his legs did a tiny wobble.

Fuck, it feels so good... my last fuck never got me like this...

"Oh man, kid, I definitely don't envy you," Chris sniggered, and Cedric felt the hands clamping his wrists in place vibrate from his laughter.

"Not a kid down there, though, is he?" Val gazed appreciatively at his shaft, which was pointing directly upwards. "Pretty decently sized." The hand on his shoulder slid downwards, coming to rest on his glutes. Cedric gasped and shivered as Val also grasped his manhood. "Thick, too. Looks good."

"Would look better with a leash on it," Lyn leered. "And the balls, too, for good measure." Cedric quailed under Lyn's dominating gaze.

"Yes, that seems to be more your speed, isn't it?" Val idly commented as she began to stroke. Cedric let slip a tiny, involuntary moan, and prayed that no one had heard. "I remember your last boyfriend and that time you 'accidentally' left the door open..."

"Yeah, well, he couldn't handle me."

"Few people can." Val leant forwards, her ample chest pressing into Cedric's shoulder, and stage-whispered, "Count your lucky stars it wasn't Lyn you knocked over. She'd have grabbed you by the balls and crushed 'em."

Cedric gulped, his knees shaking. Lyn merely rolled her eyes.

"What were you even doing in the middle of a graveyard without any clothes, anyway?" Mike finally addressed the elephant in the room.

"Yeah, that's a great question. What WERE you doing in a graveyard, naked in broad daylight?" Chris asked.

Cedric wasn't expecting the third degree and had no idea what to say that wouldn't make him sound like an insane pervert. The combined attentions of Val and the ghost were making it even more difficult to concentrate, as a haze of arousal had started to fog up his brain. In the end, he stammered out a heavily edited version of the truth. "Uh... friend dared me to... to streak through the place. Stole my clothes. Drove off."

"Kinky," Lyn commented. "I like this friend."

"And this?" Val whispered right in his ear, squeezing his shaft hard. Cedric only gasped, having no answer to that. He closed his eyes again.

"I bet he likes being naked in front of people anyway," Lyn jibed.

"No... I..."

"How were you gonna get back?" came the rumbling voice from behind him.

"Car in the parking lot... car keys... dropped when I fell..."

"Oh, that beat up old thing?" Chris asked critically. "Get a new car. After you get some new clothes, of course."

"Car's my dad's... sentimental... c-a-a-ahhhh..." Cedric's protest transformed into an involuntary moan halfway through.

"Aww, that's sweet," Val cooed, her hand really working his manhood now, going all the way from his root to the head, swiveling once around the tip, and then back down again. Cedric fought the urge to thrust lewdly - it was already bad enough that they'd trapped him and were making fun of him; he wasn't going to give them the satisfaction of seeing him react like that!

But it feels so good...

"Found the keys," Michael announced, holding them up. "Oh, and I think I actually kind of know this guy?"

Cedric's heart sank. Oh shit. Oh fuck.

"Oooh, who's he?" Val asked eagerly, even as her teasing continued, her other hand massaging Cedric's firm, tensed butt. "I wanna know!"

"You remember Ethan from basketball?" he directed at Chris.

"Yeah, what about him?"

"This guy's his roommate. Gives Ethan a lift sometimes. Seen them out and about in the car."

"Cute," Chris remarked. "Wish I had a chauffeur."

"You're just too lazy to drive."

"Guilty."

"What's his name?"

"Why don't you just ask him, Val?"

"Please..." Cedric started in a wavering voice, aware that their attention was returning to him. "Can I... Can I have my car keys back?"

Lyn's eyebrow quirked up. "Who says we're giving them back?"

Cedric's eyes flew open. "Wh... what?"

Val stared back in confusion even as her hand dipped into Cedric's crack, making him moan and rock forwards again. "We aren't?"

"Aren't we?" Michael wondered.

"How'd you like to bring him home with us, Val?" Lyn positively cackled.

"... I'm listening."

"We tell mum and dad that this poor boy here," she gestured at the restrained Cedric, "was stripped naked and left stranded in the middle of nowhere by his friends. It's even true. He obviously can't go back home or to town looking like this, so he'll have to hitch a ride with us. Once we get back and dad and mum go off to do their thing... well, we get to enjoy him for a few more hours."

Val gaped. "That's... that's..."

"Brilliant, isn't it? Consider it an early birthday present from your magnanimous older sister... even if you did take a shot at my boobs earlier."

Brilliant?! Try crazy. Insane. Utterly deranged, Cedric's mind frantically thought. However, his good sense was being **** into submission by his arousal, and all he could get out was a weak croak. "No... please..."

"I was going to say it feels like we're **** him. Plus, he's not stuck, we found his keys."

Michael quickly pocketed the keys and whistled innocently. "Keys? What keys?"

"Oh, we're not going to do anything mean to him. Too mean, anyway. I'm sure the boy can stand a little bit of humiliation. Right, boy?" she shot at Cedric, whose eyes were still shut. "And it's not as if we're gonna keep him for more than a few hours. It's like a day out; he's just spending it at our place."

"How's he going to get his car back afterwards, then?" Val bit her lip, her face betraying her desire to have Cedric come along.

"He's a smart boy. Probably. I'm sure he'll figure out something once we give him some clothes," Chris said.

"I don't know..."

"Oh come on, Val," Lyn encouraged. "It's fine to live a little. He seems to be enjoying himself, anyway." And indeed, Cedric was losing the battle against his assailants; he was now rocking his hips back and forth, gently thrusting into Val's fist, his moans barely audible. A string of precum had beaded at the tip of his shaft, and was even now extending downwards to the floor below.

"Okay, I guess... but we're gonna be nice to him, yeah?" Val asked, looking askance first at Lyn, then at her two brothers. Her hands stilled, and Cedric whined at the loss of the wonderful, arousing sensation - at least, until the ghost took over again, a silent partner-in-crime to Val's teasing. In fact, to Cedric, it felt like the ghost had redoubled its efforts as if trying to prove that it could do a better job - and he let out a low moan, his knees temporarily buckling as another tremor raced through him. It was by far the best fuck he'd ever had, and only Chris holding him up prevented him from sinking to his knees.

"Damn," Chris whistled. "Boy's in it deep."

"Yes, yes, I swear I'm not gonna utterly break your shiny, new boy toy," Lyn drawled, a hand reaching out to cup Cedric's balls. She rolled them around in her palm, inspecting them, even as Val looked on worriedly. "Pity, though," Lyn mused. "I bet his screams would sound delicious." She squeezed lightly, making Cedric hiss.

"No squeezing his balls!"

"So you're in, then?"

"I feel like I'm going a bit giddy," she admitted slowly, as if not quite believing what she was saying. "I mean... Oh, I don't know. But he seems nice, kinda sexy, and incredibly cute. So yeah, why the hell not?"

Cedric's consciousness shrieked in frustration, trapped in a corner of his mind with ever-decreasing control over his body's reactions. A more primal side had been battling it for dominance over the course of the last thirty minutes, and it had slowly gained the upper hand as Cedric's body increasingly felt the need to cum. His balls lay flat against his groin, preparing to fire their load, as yet another tremor wracked his body. "Please..." he involuntarily whispered.

"What?" a distracted Val asked.

"A-a-ahhh... faster..."

"I think he's gonna blow soon," Chris laughed.

"Oh, hold on!" Val reached into her purse for her phone with one hand, passing it to Michael. "I wanna get this on camera."

"Sure," Michael agreed.

"Let me have him for a while, Val," Lyn whispered.

"What for?"

"I'll show you something you'll love."

"Okay..."

Lyn's hands replaced Val's on his shaft. Initially, she kept him on the path to orgasm at the same intensity as Val, but as his breaths became more fluttery, she slowed down her strokes, waiting for the perfect moment when he was on the edge... and then took her hands off him.

"Aaaah!" Cedric howled in frustration, bucking his hips madly even as Chris clung on to his arms. Cedric panted as he felt the building orgasm start to slip away, as Lyn counted off the seconds and Val watched with avid interest. "Fuck!"

After about half a minute, Lyn reached for his cock again. This time, she gave him long, slow, sensual strokes, gripping his manhood very, very firmly. With the pressure she applied, Cedric felt like he had been caught in a vise - but somehow, even though a little painful, it still felt insanely erotic. The ghost was simultaneously teasing him as well, its invisible fingers running across his back and chest, making him arch into the finger-light, teasing touches. Cedric's toes clenched and he prepared to roar as he felt the orgasm approach again...

And then Lyn removed her hands once more.

"A-a-a-ahhh, p-please..." the roar had been squashed, reduced to a mere mewl.

"Please what, boy?" Lyn purred, one hand trailing down his abs while the other groped his rear. To the side, she whispered, "Val, go play with his nipples or something."

"Please... mm... please let me cum..."

"Poor boy," Lyn mocked. "What if I told you we'd be doing this for the next few hours?"

Cedric's eyes flew open. "No! No... please... mmmm... you can't - a-a-ah! - can't do this..." Cedric's pleas were punctuated with moans and gasps as Val ran her fingers across his chest, every pinch of her fingernails producing little pinpricks of pleasure.

"Oh, I think you'll find I very much can," Lyn crooned, her hands on his cock once more. "And there's nothing you can do about it." She grasped his tip with one hand, slowly sliding it downwards, and once there was space, repeated that motion with the other hand. She continued alternating hands until Cedric was tensing all over, precum liberally flowing, and sure enough...

"AAAaaghhh..." Cedric groaned, once again denied release. "PLEASE..." Cedric whined piteously - a lost, **** sound.

"You're not getting off that easy, boy. Why should I let you cum?"

"Please... I'll..." Cedric's breaths came in short gasps. "I'll... I'll do..."

"Yes?"

"... anything..."

Val's eyes were as big and as round as saucers, watching every move Lyn made as she grabbed Cedric's rod again. "Holy shit," she breathed. "Lyn, that's amazing."

"Bah," Lyn dismissed, looking slightly miffed. "It hasn't even been ten minutes and your boy toy's already a quivering mess. Mine lasted at least five times as long before cracking."

"You gotta teach me, Lyn!"

"Oh, the fun part's just started," Lyn said. "This is the point where you can get him to do nearly anything. Why else do you think my ex kissed my feet?"

"Fuck," Chris shuddered. "You're never talking to my girlfriend again."

"Mine neither."

"Oh, don't worry, boys. You're fine... as long as you never piss me off." She drew her lips back, flashing a threatening smile.

"By the way," Mike pointed into the distance. "Mum and Dad are on the way back."

Immediately, Lyn sprang to her feet, her hands wiping away the traces of Cedric's precum onto his chest even as he keened at the loss of contact. Lyn glared at him. "Remember," she hissed into his ear. "Not a word, and play along. If you're a good boy, you might even get a girlfriend out of this."

"Can I let him go now?"

"Yeah. He's not going to run; Mike has his keys, and if he tries anything, we'll just say he groped Val and drop him off at the police station."

Cedric heard only half the words and comprehended even less of them, but the message behind them was clear. He shuddered, and not just from arousal or embarrassment. She's fucking terrifying...

All things considered, Cedric didn't really have a choice...