Stay in the office and hope he isn't found

Going out of the window would be insane. It's far enough into the day that there might be multiple people around outside, Cedric decided. The last thing I need is some video of me streaking making it onto social media. Getting caught by one old dude is probably not gonna be as bad, and maybe if I stay silent, the guy outside will eventually leave, and I can use his phone to dial Ethan or Adrian.

I still need a place to hide, though. Maybe I can move that bookcase...

The bookcase, however, was large, hulking, and made of heavy mahogany. It adamantly refused to budge. Cedric gave up nearly immediately - he could sense the impending futility of his efforts. Instead, he decided to duck under the writing desk, pulling the armchair inwards as far as it would go.

This is stupid. Everything below my waist is still visible.

It was then that Cedric experienced what felt like a warm, wet finger stroke the back of his neck. Startled, he jerked upwards and bashed his head on the underside of the cramped space. Eyes watering, his hand quickly slapped at the back of his neck as he tried to brush off whatever it was - but there was nothing there.

He heard the conversation outside pause momentarily, and held his breath. After a few tense moments, he managed to breathe a sigh of relief as the voice said, "Sorry, thought I heard something strange. Carry on."

A few seconds later, Cedric felt that same sensation on his ear. He quickly pushed the chair as far out as it could go and scooted out of the hidey-hole he'd placed himself in. But again, as before... there was nothing there. No animal, no plant... nothing that could've caused that sensation.

It's okay, Cedric, you're just imagining things. He winced, massaging the spot on his head he'd bumped on the table earlier. Must've hit your head a little harder than you thought.

But the next time, the invisible fingers ran over his nipple and gave it a little pinch, making him jump - and now he couldn't deny its existence any longer. His breath sped up as he spun about, trying to figure out what on earth seemed to be taking such liberties with his personal space and how he could escape.

Don't be silly, he chanted nervously. Ghosts don't exist.

And as if to make a mockery of that mantra, this time, both his nipples were tweaked and pulled, making him gasp out loud.

On the other side of the door, another silence ensued. Cedric waited on tenterhooks.

"I don't know," he heard through the door. "I thought I heard a strange noise coming from the storeroom. I must be imagining things."

A momentary reprieve... but only from being discovered. His nipples were blatantly being toyed with now. He swept his own hands past where the invisible assailant should have been, but felt nothing but a patch of eerily warm air.

Hold on, Cedric, he repeated to himself, as he felt another one of those invisible fingers run down his spine. Hold on. You can do this. No more noise until the guy outside leaves. No matter what.

His resolve was tested immediately when that warm feeling embraced his cock and started to play with it.

NO! NO SOUNDS! Cedric physically clapped his hands to his mouth as he hopped about, trying to dislodge his molesters. They stayed unerringly in position, however, and their ministrations began to take their toll. As Cedric's balls were also lovingly caressed, to his horror, his manhood sprang to attention.

If Cedric hadn't been so highly strung, he might actually have enjoyed it. The attention the invisible being paid to his body was exquisite, and it felt better than how anyone he'd ever been with had made him feel. But as it was, there was no way he could relax into his assailant's embrace when he could be walked in on at any time, his seven inch shaft proudly displaying itself as it gently curved upwards towards his stomach.

That was when Cedric felt something long and hard jab at his rear, and that was the last straw. Before he realized it, he had instinctively released a short, sharp shout.

Fuck.

Resigned, he closed his eyes and waited for the axe to fall, hands once again held in front of his crotch. Almost immediately, the phone handset was slammed down, and then the door burst inwards.

After a moment of silence, Cedric heard a sharp intake of breath. He opened his eyes for a split second and saw a tall, broad-shouldered, barrel-chested older gentleman with silver in his hair... and a pistol in his hand.

I know I said it before, but... fuck.

"HANDS UP."

Cedric timidly raised his arms, eyes still shut, hyper-aware of his nudity and his exhibited erection. He could feel the invisible hands which had nursed his cock to life continuing with their work - that erection wasn't going to go down anytime soon. He blushed fiercely.

"Explain yourself," the caretaker demanded.

Cedric raced to think of an explanation - any explanation - for his current situation and state of undress that didn't involve admitting that they'd basically spent the previous night disrespecting the dead. In the end, he settled upon an altered version of the truth.

"My friends and I, uh," he stammered, eyes still shut. "Well, they dared me to, uh, streak through the graveyard last night." He risked a peek at the man, who was staring down at him with a thunderous expression. "Only, they, uh, they stole my clothes, dumped them somewhere in the graveyard and left."

"How and why are you in my storeroom?"

"It was... it started to rain really heavily," Cedric shivered as he remembered the torrential downpour that occurred earlier that morning. "It was freezing. I uh, needed a place to..." he lost focus momentarily and squeaked as an invisible finger found its way into his ass. His cock strained all the more, lying flat against his lower abdomen.

"Hurry up! I haven't got all day, and if I'm not satisfied with your explanation, I'll be handing you over to the police as you are!"

"Oh no, sir, please, please don't..." Cedric pleaded. "I... I needed a place to stay dry... window wasn't locked so, so I jumped in to... to get out of the rain... car keys in my shorts..." The finger was slowly slipping in and out of him now, making it difficult to concentrate.

"Bloody jammed window," the man grumbled. "Knew I should've got it fixed up proper. Keep out little troublemakers like you lot."

"Sir..."

The man glared distrustfully at Cedric. "You know what, boy? I don't know if I believe a single word you've said."

"Sir... please don't... please don't report... this to the police..."

"Bet you and your friends were high as kites, weren't you? You're probably still **** up right now, you can't even finish a proper sentence! Look at you!" He accusingly gestured at Cedric's upright cock, on which a vein visibly throbbed. "You love this, don't you? You got stoned, messed around, then broke into my storeroom when you couldn't deal with the consequences. You're just a sinful little pervert, that's what you are!"

That's not...!" Cedric protested weakly, but he was sure that telling the truth would only serve to infuriate the man more.

"Come here!" The man grabbed Cedric's arm and dragged him into the main hall, stopping in front of the telephone. A woman in her late thirties sat in one of the pews; her eyes bulged as she saw the naked, erect Cedric, and she immediately looked in the other direction, offering a silent prayer. Cedric felt his face burn.

"I can't be bothered to deal with you miscreants. I can't even be bothered to call the cops on you; I'd just be wasting valuable police time. So this is what you're going to do. You're going to call your little delinquent friends. They're going to come here and take you out of my sight. And you and your friends will never darken the doorstep of this church again unless you want to join the ranks of the dead. Are we clear?!"

"Yes sir..."

"ARE WE CLEAR?!" the man bellowed right in Cedric's face.

"YES SIR!"

"THEN WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR, CHRISTMAS?!"

Cedric hurriedly dialed Adrian's number. "Adrian, this is Cedric. are you on the way back here?!"

"Nope," Adrian said teasingly. "I'm at the beach with my girl. What's up?"

"What's up?!" Cedric hissed. "Yesterday's up, that's what! You promised you'd be back here!"

"Oh hey, you're not calling me from your phone," Adrian realized, his tone turning mischievous. "Ran into someone, then? Showing off the goods?"

"Adriaa-an," Cedric whined, his breath hitching in his chest as the finger sank even deeper into him. "I really need... need your help, I'm in an extremely fucked up situation right now!"

"Alright, keep your boxers on," Adrian chuckled at his little joke. "Just messing with you. I'll be there soon."

"How long?!"

"About an hour."

"ADRIAN!" Cedric knew he lived only about a quarter of an hour away.

"Maybe two, depending. I'll see you soon, bye!" Adrian hung up.

Cedric lowered the receiver, heart racing in his chest. The caretaker snatched the receiver out of his hands and dropped it back onto its cradle, before turning to Cedric. "Right, I know exactly what to do with someone like you. Give me your hands."

"What?" Cedric asked hesitantly.

The caretaker, fed up with Cedric, grabbed both his wrists and wrestled them behind his back. Cedric heard the tell-tale sound of adhesive tape being pulled, and before long, his hands were bound. He was then led out of the front door of the church and to the fence that ringed the graveyard. The caretaker then used a new stretch of adhesive tape to secure his wrists to the fence.

"Sir, please, don't do this, don't, don't leave me here..." Cedric begged. "I can't..."

"Streaking, you said?" the caretaker said nastily. "Like being seen naked, do you? Well, you can enjoy yourself here until your friends arrive. You'd like that, wouldn't you? People staring at your dirty little body? Maybe you'd love for other people to touch you as well, you little pervert?"

Cedric nearly moaned in response. His knees shook and his cock quivered, a single drop of precum beading at its tip as the invisible intruder found and pushed against his prostate. "Please... no..." he breathed, mind caught between unwilling arousal and fear. The whole carpark would probably be able to see him.

The caretaker gave him one last disgusted look before stomping off back to the church, leaving Cedric at the mercy of his invisible assailant and whoever else would come across him.