Tell the truth

A/N: Some liberties taken with Ouija in this chapter. Things presented here are not meant to be taken as instructions on ways to communicate with spirits.

"I... uh..." Ethan winced.

"He teabagged the statue."

"... a teabag...?"

Ivan snorted. "What that really means is that Cedric over there dared Ethan to put his... nuts... on the statue. And he did."

Nana sighed. "Aside from that being a monumentally stupid thing to do, I'll need more details than that. If you really need my help, tell me everything that has happened since then - and I mean EVERYTHING."

Some time later

"So... in short, this spirit strips you, makes love to you, and only stops once you've finished off... or once someone else has finished you off," Nana summarized as she finished smudging the room with sage. "And my foolish grandson-" - Ivan hung his head, suitably chastised - "-happened to join you on this... this... idiotic adventure."

"... yeah." Ethan had a light blush suffusing his cheeks, though he gamely met Nana's eyes whenever she looked at him. Cedric had no idea whether to laugh - but was definitely marveling at how cool Ethan was playing this off.

Nana glared at a somewhat ashamed Ivan for a few seconds before sighing loudly, her eyes drifting to the ceiling as she lighted a stick of incense and placed it in a hanging incense holder. "... You know... most of the cases of ghostly harassment I see occur because someone has been careless and accidentally awoken a spirit, or because of plain mischievousness by the ones who have left us. Those spirits are much easier to predict, and to deal with. But in your case..." She sighed again. "This person was wronged, and you will need to appease or pacify them, otherwise, they'll get angrier... and stronger."

"But you can help get rid of it, right? Maybe an exorcism of some sort?"

"... unfortunately, no."

"... why not?!"

Another sigh. "Well... let's put it this way. You first scorned the sanctity of the graveyard. You then interrupted the peace of the deceased. After being warned, you ignored that warning, and finally, pulled off one of the most disrespectful insults possible. So... they will return for you over, and over, and over again, continually taking their ****. An exorcism here would never work. Spirits of this type, ones you sought out, wittingly or not... you'll need to give them what they want before they'll leave you alone."

"Hold on. I've just noticed; You've been using 'they' and 'their'. Are there more than one of them?" Cedric wondered.

"What? No. It's just a matter of respect - I can't tell if they're male or female, but they're certainly not an 'it'."

"Okay, 'them' then. What would happen if you tried to exorcise them anyway?" Ethan asked, a slight current of nervousness undermining his cool exterior.

"In your case... I don't know for sure, but as a best guess..." Nana slowly tilted her head from side to side as if stretching, all while staring off into the distance at a point between their shoulders. "... they might become far rougher, or far stronger, or their harassing may become more frequent or last longer. Their intrusions into your life or body might become far larger. They might even start to take over your body. I can't really be any more specific than that without knowing more details like how long they've been buried, the rites that were performed when they passed..." she trailed off before shrugging. "And it really doesn't matter whether you intended to or not. What matters now is to find out what will appease their anger."

"... and how..."

Before Ethan could finish the question, Nana simply pointed at the table. "That."

Nana's mahogany Ouija board sat proudly in the middle of the plain gray desk. It was an intricate, lovingly hand-carved piece of circular wood, its rich, brown, polished surface and bold, black lettering a testament to the meticulous care its owners, past and present, had showered it with. It had a raised, filigreed rim and contained four rings, separated from each other by concentric circles. The outermost ring carried two curved rows of thirteen letters each, the second ring contained the digits 0 through 9, on the third were inscribed the words "Yes", "No", "Unknown", "Hello", and "Goodbye", and on the innermost was emblazoned a silver dragon passant. A planchette rested on top of the board, its eye already placed over the word "Hello".

Ethan looked up, his dubiousness barely disguised. Cedric himself was finding it difficult to keep his skepticism off his face. Having the ghost take liberties with Ethan's body had made their existence undeniable, but the idea of meaningful communication with them still seemed like total quackery to them, never mind that Nana was claiming to be an expert at it. To him, the idea just seemed a bit too farfetched.

"And... how will they know that we want to talk to them?"

"Trust me... they already know," Nana said quietly, once again staring at the ceiling.

"And how would you know that?" Ethan's voice was laced with just a hint of incredulity. In response, Nana's eyes slowly returned from the ceiling to rest on his.

"Because they're here."

And Ethan let out a sudden yelp as he leapt from his chair, his hands clasped over his back as he felt a cold, creepy finger slide down his spine.

It took a moment for Cedric to put two and two together and realize that Ethan's startled yell had been caused by the ghost. In that time, the ghost had hoisted the back of Ethan's tee over his wrists, trapping his arms behind his back, and had also yanked both his jeans and boxers all the way down to the ground, exposing his lower body to everyone else in the room. "FUCK!" Ethan cursed as he hurriedly sat back down, trying his best to make himself a smaller target... but of course, none of that stopped the ghost.

"ETHAN!" Cedric tried to avert his eyes as Ethan struggled ineffectually in the chair, cock already swelling as it was expertly pleasured, but it was surprisingly difficult - almost like being unable to look away from a car crash. It certainly was not helping that Ethan's body, flexing and twisting as it struggled, was eminently watchable - Cedric's eyes slid over Ethan's pecs as they strained, then down to his abs as they firmed and loosened with his struggles, and then to his cock, which was already more than halfway hard. Transfixed, he stared at the growing organ for a few seconds, until...

"Stop drooling over him, boy! Quick, one finger on this and ask your questions NOW!" Nana ordered, her finger already on the planchette.

"Wha-?!" Cedric, abruptly **** out of his reverie, blushed at being called out so obviously. Trying desperately to avert his eyes, he quickly made his way over to the table where the planchette sat waiting.

"Ivan, grab that pen and get what they say down on paper! Boy, quick, ask your questions!"

"What do you want?!" Cedric yelled into the air, one hand on the planchette and the other unconsciously gripping the waist of his own jeans tightly, lest he become the ghost's next target. "Why are you doing this to him?!"

"One question at a time!"

"What do you want?!"

A second passed. Then three. Then five - five of the longest seconds of ringing silence Cedric had ever felt. Then, as if to make up for the eerie silence that had descended over the group, an abrupt cacophony of voices pierced the air.

"Nana...?"

"What's... why's it not moving...!"

"It's not... - aaah! - not st-opping?!"

"Cach! They're one of those types. HE offended them, so he needs to be the one to touch it!"

"But his hands -"

"Skin is fine. Get him here NOW!"

Cedric and Ivan hurried over to Ethan's chair. Together, they lifted him out of it, trying their best to ignore Ethan's continued demands for the ghost to stop even as his feet, tangled up in his jeans, dragged across the floor. With some difficulty, they got Ethan right up against the Ouija board... then stared blankly at Nana's fully outstretched arm, her finger resting atop the planchette.

"Hurry up!"

"... how's he going to touch...?"

"Good heavens, boy, I didn't know you were this dim! You keep staring at it! Now DO IT!"

It took Cedric a second to make sense of what Nana had said, but when he did, his face went a brilliant crimson. Chastised and flustered, he unthinkingly and hurriedly obeyed Nana by grabbing Ethan's dick and pressing its head downwards onto the planchette. It was only after he heard a strangled moan from Ethan that he realized what he'd done, and he almost buried his face in his hands. Instead, he shot Ethan an apologetic look, which received a grimace of understanding in return.

To Cedric's disbelief, the planchette yanked itself out from under their fingers (and Ethan's dick) and rose from the table, suspended by some unseen ****! Cedric hastily snatched his hand back and looked about, searching for invisible strings, but was unable to spot anything suspicious. Across the table from him, Ivan's mouth had fallen open as he gaped in shock, his hands trembling slightly, his eyes fixed on the hovering planchette.

"Why's it not saying-"

"They'll only accept his questions, not yours!"

"Why?!"

"Because HE offended them, boy! How did you survive this long being this stupid?!"

"W -haa!-... what d'you waaaant...?" Ethan **** out through gritted teeth.

The planchette landed on the Ouija board, the letter Y showing through its eye. It then scurried about the board with a eerie, scratching sound, which was impossible since both itself and the board were highly polished.

Y O U

it spelled, before it lifted itself off the board and pointed directly at Ethan like a dagger aimed at his heart. Cedric felt a chill race down his spine as a wisp of smoke from the incense drifted by, buffeted by a gust of wind.

"Why... are you... doing this?!" Ethan demanded, sweat starting to bead on his forehead as his face reddened. His feet were firmly planted on the ground, his hips thrust upwards as if trying to lift his body away from its unseen assaulter, his member spearing straight into the air. Cedric could've sworn he saw Ethan's ring begin to wink...

I N S O L E N C E

"I... N S... shit! Too fast... N C E? Insurgence?! Insurance?!" Ivan guessed frantically.

"INSOLENCE!" barked Nana, whose hands were busy fiddling with something under the table as she stared unwaveringly, never once blinking at Ethan's half naked body. "And DON'T ask questions I already gave you the answer to! I don't know how much longer this spirit is willing to be questioned!"

"How can I get you to stop-!"

C A N T

C U N T

*SLAP.*

"- NGH!" Ethan grunted loudly, his dick suddenly bouncing sideways hard into his thigh as if it had been hit. "AAGH!"

"DON'T BE RUDE! Rephrase that!" Nana called as the curtains billowed behind her.

"Dude... did... did a ghost just call you a cunt..." Ivan giggled nervously and incredulously as his gaze zipped from Ethan to Cedric and then back to Ethan, pen held loosely in his hand. "What the fuck am I seeing...?"

"How... how can I... -unh!- fix things?!" Ethan's voice took on a much more conciliatory, pleading tone. His abs flexed and his torso twisted as he struggled to no effect against the invisible interloper. "Ow!"

P E N A N C E

The planchette was zooming across the board so quickly now, Cedric was barely able to keep up with it - in fact, he had not actually seen every letter, but had made an educated guess as to what it actually was. "How does he do that?!"

"Y... ye-ha!- how d-do I do...!"

R E T U R N

O R E L S E

"FAAGHK! Oh shiiiiiIIiit..."

Cedric was being treated to one of the most bizarre sights he had ever seen. From Ethan's position on the floor, Cedric had a great view of Ethan's hole, which clearly looked stretched - a finger or two could easily slip in. His lower abdomen was bulging slightly every few seconds, and his cock was whipping around in a manner clearly not of its own volition. There were faint red lines down his chest, and a little tremor raced through his body as Cedric watched. "Why are they... soo-ooooh... much stronger... than - fuck! - before...!"

"Can't be helped! Needed to raise your attunement to them temporarily, otherwise you wouldn't have been able to communicate!" Nana briefly looked around the room with a critical eye before turning her focus back onto the tormented teen. "And hurry up - you've got at most one or two questions left!"

"How long... - aa-aah... - do I have - uuunh! - to fix...?!"

"5 days!" Ivan called out for Ethan, who was unable to see the top of the board. The table was now ominously vibrating, and each scratch of the planchette against the wood grew louder and sharper as if battling increasing resistance. The wind whistled, blowing Ivan's and Cedric's hair wildly out of position, and Nana's eyes glowed faintly with an unknown power, her mouth moving as she chanted something under her breath, fighting to keep the séance alive...

"What... what happens if - oooh! - I return after thaa-aa-aa-aah..." Ethan's question trailed off into a moan, and he flushed crimson.

The planchette made a series of forceful, scraping noises, then slammed down onto the Ouija board with a *SLAP!* It was immediately followed by a sudden, powerful blast of wind - so strong that the incense holder was upended and threw ash into the air. Cedric stumbled, his heart thudding, Ivan was sent staggering with the notepad he was using torn out of his hands, and even the table itself started to tilt upwards onto two feet. Only Nana sat in her armchair completely untouched, the ends of her greying hair merely gently carried by a light breeze, her silhouette an immovable mountain against the forces of ghostly chaos.

As the wind died down just as rapidly as it had started, Cedric took a second to regain his bearings. But as he looked up, to his horror, he realized that the ghost had not actually left - as evidenced by Ethan still struggling, his limbs twitching, his body still being manhandled by the spirit. Cedric looked to at Nana, his confusion about the ghost's continued presence trying to make its way past the tip of his tongue...

... only to see the round, heavy Ouija board slide off the teetering table and fall down, down, down, as if in slow motion, towards Ethan's -

Oh FUCK!

*THUD.*

Cedric and Ivan both winced.

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It took Ethan several minutes to recover from the Ouija board scoring a direct hit on one of his balls, minutes which he spent curled up in the fetal position - yet despite the pain, the ghost's skillful teasing had somehow still managed to keep his arousal alive. In the meantime, Nana had begun setting the room to rights and was barking orders at an overwhelmed Ivan, while Cedric was trying to undo the shirt that bound Ethan's hands together. However, the ghost seemed to have wrapped Ethan's shoulders, forearms, and wrists in a way that made it all but impossible to undo.

"There's a pair of scissors in the washroom," Nana advised as she bustled past. "Second door on the left."

Muttering his thanks, Cedric took off quickly and was back within the minute, freeing Ethan from his impromptu bondage. "Can we, uh... solve his... problem... in the washroom?" Cedric asked.

"Just make sure he cleans up after himself."

"C'mon, E."

"Fuuuuuuhhhgg...." gasped Ethan as he tried to struggle to his feet, only for his knees to buckle and give way. His throbbing cock, tip coated in precum, stood out proudly and lewdly as he shivered where he knelt. "Can't... stand..."

Cedric tried to help Ethan along, but as Ethan had nearly 50 pounds on him with legs that apparently refused to cooperate, it was pretty slow going. Further attempts to get Ethan back on his feet were also foiled by the ghost, who took great glee in sending him reeling again and again. Eventually, after several false starts, Ethan finally collapsed onto his back, his resulting moan long and needy, his limbs trembling and weak.

"If you can't walk, boy, CRAWL! Good gods above, did the spirit take your brains as well as your buttocks?! GO! Second door on the left."

And so it was that a deeply embarrassed and bare-assed Ethan, face burning, had **** but to shakily crawl out of the room on his hands and knees. Every movement he made was punctuated with a moan or gasp as the ghost continued to toy with his body, and a trail of precum marked his departure. Cedric, having little idea of what to do, eventually grabbed Ethan's remaining clothes and left them outside of the washroom.

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Ten minutes later, a half-dressed Ethan, Cedric, Ivan, and his Nana were back in the living room. The atmosphere was one of heightened awkwardness. Nana was content to be silent and just observe them all, Ethan was half-glaring, his cheeks tinged red, and Cedric and Ivan were unsure whether to make eye contact or to address the elephant in the room, so they both ended up staring into space.

Eventually, Ethan broke the silence. "So..." he began, trying valiantly to pretend that nothing out of the ordinary had happened. "You're saying if I want to have any chance of appeasing the ghost, I need to go back, find a way to pacify it, and it has to be done within the next five days."

"In general terms, yes. The specifics might need a little guesswork."

"'In general terms'?"

"The '5 days' bit is quite straightforward. You'll have until Wednesday night..."

"Nana, that's not..."

"Shush. Five days from when their peace was first disturbed. Now, the next bit's a little more... difficult."

"... how so?"

"When approaching places of rest of the deceased, it's always best to bring an appropriate offering. But this person's grave was unmarked, and you don't know what beliefs they held or what rites were conducted for them, so you can't do that. And then there's the issue of penance. There's a tried and tested saying here - 'The person who takes something from a graveyard will return more than they took'. 'Penance' follows the same concept. You defiled a spirit's resting ground. It's not enough to right the wrong; you'll need to do more than that..."

"Which means... what, exactly?"

A minor cleansing ritual on the headstone should easily remove the defilement. The 'more' bit, however... I'm pretty sure that, taken with context, they want you to return and make amends... after which they will have their way with you until they are fully appeased. And the appeasement usually fits the "crime", as it were... so it will involve whatever you were doing at the time where you angered them."

"But!" Ethan immediately protested. "But isn't that's what they've already been doing?!"

"Not quite. As I'm sure you've realized, you keep breaking their hold prematurely. You also haven't paid penance yet, so it doesn't count."

"So... we need to head back to the graveyard and, uh, let the ghost have its way with him?" Cedric wondered. "How long-"

"Excuse you, why are you discussing me like I'm merely an offering?"

Nana pinned Ethan to the spot with one of the glares that meant, the boys were quickly coming to understand, that she was dead serious. "Because, for all intents and purposes, you are."

Ethan shivered involuntarily, even as his face stayed resolutely defiant.

"Now, spirits, though potentially dangerous, are predictable. They all wish to be at peace, so once they're pacified, they'll return to their eternal rest. It's not easy for them to maintain a link with this plane of existence."

"Is there any other way around...?"

"I'm afraid not. They've already spelled what they out want quite clearly."

"Fuck."

A moment of silence ensued before Nana spoke again. "Now, I have two pieces of advice for you, young man."

"Yeah...?"

"I know you probably want to go through with this as soon as possible. If I were in your position, I would, too. But there are several things you should keep in mind. First, you should go with at least two other people -"

"Why?!"

"Do you really want to be stuck there without anyone to help after they're through with you? You saw how **** you were earlier."

Ethan's silence was answer enough. He shot a quick look at Cedric, and Cedric nodded.

"And second. You should go with someone who can communicate with spirits - someone who can act as a medium. Unfortunately, I'm too old to go running around in graveyards at what I'm assuming will be the dead of night. So..." Nana slowly turned to look at Ivan, who jumped.

"ME? But... but I can't... I don't know... before today, I didn't even..."

"Yes, you can, and you will. It's in our bloodline. Take it as YOUR duty to protect your friend... and to make it up to ME for not listening to my advice." Nana's tone brooked no argument. "I'll teach you. You've got three days to get it right."

"Excuse me, ma'am...?" Cedric asked tentatively. "If you can sense the ghost, how come Ivan can't... um..."

"Oh, my wyr can definitely sense them. But it takes training and he's just never honed the talent thanks to his Ma," Nana grumbled. "I told your Da he was making a mistake. But did he listen? No! He left the world of our ancestors behind and the gifts of our blood by the wayside! And then when you were born, I was forbidden from mentioning this. 'No telling your stories of spirits to our son unless he asks', bah! But too bad for her, she's got **** now!"

"Oops..." Cedric whispered to Ethan. "I feel like we've touched on a sore point..."

"It's settled. You'll go with your friends and act as my hand in this. I'll teach you how to keep him safe, and when you're done, come back to me. There's so much you need to learn and so little time to do it!" Her volume increased as she went, and ended on what sounded like a crow of triumph. As she finished, Nana all but leapt out of her chair, grabbing Ethan and Cedric by their wrists in a surprisingly strong grip.

"Thank you for coming, boys. You've given me such a wonderful opportunity! Unfortunately, now I'll need you to leave; Ivan's got so much to learn and so little time to absorb it all if you want to get this right the first time. He'll call you once he's done. Farewell, good luck, and hang in there. We'll get you through this. You'll see!" she said as she herded them out of the front door.

"But-!"

*BAM.*

Nana had slammed the front door shut in their faces and latched it, leaving Ethan and Cedric standing on the doorstep staring awkwardly at each other.

"Um. That was... interesting."

"Yeah."

"Ivan, see ghosts?"

"Well... he was the one who first said something felt wrong, after all," Cedric pointed out. "I guess if there was going to be any of us who could... it was going to be him."

"Right. Makes sense. I guess. Okay. So what do we do now?"

"Um... we go back and wait and try to help you survive next three days? I mean... Ivan's Nana did sound like she knew what she was doing..."

"Yeah. I guess we'll do that," Ethan sighed. "Man, I'm gonna hate the next three days, aren't I?"

"It's going to be okay. Maybe... maybe we can even pre-empt the ghost. Like, we could get to a safe space and jerk off early, I suppose. Maybe that'll keep it away. I don't know. I hope."

"... we?"

"... you saw how **** you were earlier."

"... this is going to make things fucking weird."

"You think I want this any more than you d- wait, no, don't answer that," Cedric hurriedly replied as Ethan opened his mouth in what was sure to be a (more than fair) jab at him. Fine. I promise I'll keep things as normal as possible."

"Right. I guess that's the best we can do for now... and c'mon, let's get back to the dorm. Hanging around here shirtless doesn't feel like a good idea. I feel so exposed."

And with that, the two boys hopped back into the car and headed back to the dorm.

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