Warning: This sneak peek into the novel contains descriptive sexual scenes of male x male partners. Also Ghostface costumes and roleplaying.
It was another lively night in Amsterdam, with the streets crowded, and all types of people enjoying the entertaining nights in the city of sins, and I was no different. It wasn’t my first time in Amsterdam and knew my way around the multiple clubs and bars which I’d attended before in my past escapades here. The brothels and BDSM clubs were nothing new for me, and as tempting as entering again through these doors was, tonight I wasn’t in the mood.
That was until I passed a gay bar. I haltered my steps, intrigued by the red and pink lights inside. My blue eyes looked at the front door from behind the white Ghostface mask that covered my head. For this Halloween, I opted to go with my favorite horror movie villain and a symbol of Halloween. The only difference was I added a personal touch to my costume. I wore the original white scream mask with a black turtleneck and black cargo pants, and combat boots in a punkish style. The leather gloves on my hands weren’t missing either, and for a spicier image, I put on a leather chest harness with a black leather collar with a silver ring in the middle.
Debating if I should enter or not, I decided to give it a try, so I walked inside. Glancing around, I saw only men, no surprise, and they sported all sorts of costumes with a sexier tint here and there. None was eye-catching, and I was ready to head back to the hotel until my eyes landed on a guy, and I didn’t know if tonight could get more comedic. Across the room, at the bar, was a guy; much talker and bulkier than me, and he sported an almost exact style of my costume. The only difference was that he had a red devil Ghostface mask on, and his costume was in a much rougher style.
It didn’t take much for us to see each other and talk over a few drinks, joking here and there. The usual ‘meet at a bar and get to know you’ type of meeting. After a few more drinks and getting bolder, it didn’t take long for us to leave the bar and head straight to my hotel room. To be honest, the entire walk to the hotel was a blur. I did recall the guy groping my behind more than once, and the comments about what a fine ass I had.
The moment we entered my hotel room, the door got closed and locked, and I found myself bending over the huge bed, with my cargo pants and boxers down, past my knees and the guy’s mouth laced to my hole. I panted hard from behind the Ghostface mask, feeling his pierced tongue swirl around my puckered hole before he pushed it inside. My toes curled in my combat boots, feeling how the pink muscles wiggled inside me.
A long sigh left my lips when he pulled away after a good half an hour of him eating my ass out. My cock was already fully hard and leaking precum at the tip. A startled yelp echoed through the hotel room when he slapped one of my asscheeks, making the flesh jiggle. The impact had me shivering, especially from him wearing leather gloves.
“You got the cutest ass I’ve ever seen.� His voice held smugness, and when I looked over my shoulder, he had his Devil Ghostface mask back on. I didn’t have to be a genius to know he was most likely smirking behind his disguise. The grip I had on the bedsheets tightened when I felt his thumb circle the outside of my hole before he pressed the digit in and out, making me moan. The coldness and thickness of his leather gloves only intensified the sensation.
“A cute and tight hole too… Must be my lucky night.� He commented before he worked on his black pants, undoing the intricate buckles and unzipping them. He lowered them down to his knees, letting his cock spring free. My blue eyes widened when I saw what hung between his legs. This guy was much bigger than me, and the girth almost made me consider if it would be a wise choice to continue. What truly made me want to continue was the silver jewelry on the rosy tip of his cock.
A Prince Albert piercing?! No fucking way!
I only saw this type of body modification on the internet but never in real life, and with the arousal pumping through the veins of my cock, I wondered how it would feel.
“Like what you see?� The Devil Ghostface guy asked me, sounding smug as ever, and I mentally rolled my eyes at how self-assured this man was, but alas, nodded, being honest with him.
“Good, because this is going inside you, Ghostie.� I shivered at how firm he sounded and furrowed my brows behind the mask when I saw him pull something from the pocket of his pants. A condom package.
“Wait…� I breathed out, making him raise his head, looking at me with his head tilted to the side.
“Having second thoughts?� He asked.
“N-No… not at all. J-Just… ditch the condom.� I sighed, feeling awkward about asking him that. He kept silent for a few seconds before he chuckled.
“Really? Are you serious?� He asked, finding it hard to believe I requested something like this.
“Why so surprised?� I asked, giving a slight chuckle, too.
“Most guys I’ve met don’t wanna do it without a condom.� He shrugged, before his big-gloved hand grabbed one of my asscheeks, giving it a firm squeeze. “But if you wanna go all bareback, then I am more than happy to do it that way.� He finished before throwing the shining condom package behind him, completely forgotten, as he moved closer behind me.
The humor drained off when I felt his pierced tip rub up and down my puckered hole, all slick from him, spitting loads of saliva over it.
“You’re fucking tense. Just relax.� He urged, rubbing my shoulder as he continued to massage my hole with the tip of his cock.
“I am trying.� I hissed, looking over my shoulder at him, sending him annoying glares even if he could tell from the masks. “I-It’s just that… you’re the biggest I’ve ever seen,� I admitted, a little ashamed of telling a guy I’ve just met this. His free hand smoothed up and down my back assuringly, much like a tender lover does.
“Hey… No need to feel embarrassed. I love an honest guy, and you got a pretty impressive knife too, Ghostie.� I squeaked when his cold leather-clad hand wrapped around my throbbing cock, making the man behind me snicker.
“Now, just forget about everything and let Daddy take care of you, baby boy.� he cooed, and I shivered at the title he called himself. On instinct, I spread my legs for him, feeling him slowly press the tip inside. My spine stiffened, feeling the ring of muscles stretch to make room for the thick and long cock. Inch by inch, I felt like I was being split in two, but it was the kind of pain I loved, and before I knew it, he was balls deep inside me. His hips pressed to mine.
“Atta’ boy. You took my entire cock.� He praised, continuing to rub the muscles of my back, while he left me time to adjust to his size. The feeling of his piercing touching my warm walls had my length twitching each time he shifted his hips a little.
“Ready?� I nodded eagerly, and my eyes closed as I felt him pull out, leaving only the tip inside, before he swiftly pushed back inside, earning a long moan from me.
“Fuck, your ass is so tight.� He groaned, continuing to move in and out, picking up speed with each thrust until he was roughly fucking me into the mattress of the bed.
My cock was leaking so much, I made a big and dark spot on the white bedsheets, strings of precum connecting my tip to the blanket.
“You love how my big balls are slapping against yours, baby boy?� His voice turned to a husky timber, and I glanced between us, seeing how our heavy sacks slapped together with each powerful thrust. I nodded, mesmerized by the obscene sight.
“Yeah? They’re loaded with heavy cum. Oh, fuck… Best ass I’ve ever had.� He grunted, wrapping his muscular arms around my waist, mounting me from behind like a dog.
“You got a boyfriend?� I blinked, confused at his question.
“W-What? No.�
“Heh. Well, you got one now.� He replied, possessiveness dripping off his body, slamming into my ass without abandon.
“W-What the fuck? Are you for real?� I asked in-between moans, dizzy from the arousal building in my lower abdomen, and certainly not expecting this statement to come from him.
“Yeah, I mean, why not?� He rolled his hips behind me, shifting the angel of his thrusting. “There’s a certain chemistry between us. Can you not feel it?� He breathed out, and one particular push of his cock against my soft spot had me moaning loudly, arching my back and pushing back against him.
His hold on me tightened, and I feel the vibrations of his chuckling through me. “Looks like I found your G-spot, Ghostie.� He whispered, pressing his red Ghostface mask in the crock of my neck, gently rolling his hips now against my sensitive gland.
“S-Stop edging me,� I growled, feeling my blood boil through my cock, so close to spilling everything out, but the motherfucker kept me on the brink of collapsing.
“Oh, getting hot-headed, now?� I could hear the smug smirk in his husky voice, and my muscles tensed when his cold leather-clad hand wrapped around my aching length, lazily pumping it.
“Don’t tease.� A whimper resounded from behind my mask, the tip of my cock now an angry red with strings of precum coating the sheets of the bed.
“Just say you’re mine.� He replied, not seeming to pick up speed.
“F-Fuck you.� I tried to sound intimidating, but I failed by the sound of snickering behind me.
“I think it’s the other way around.� A shocking rough thrust had me wailing, then whining again when he resumed the torturous almost non-existent pace, just resting his pierced cock inside me, occasionally pressing the tip against my prostate. It was blissful torture but also gasoline to my sexual frustration. “Come on. Just say the words.� He urged, giving another rough thrust. “Say you’re going to be my bitch, and I will give you everything you need.� He urged, squeezing the base of my cock.
My eyes squeezed shut tight, and my knuckles were probably as white as my mask underneath the gloves I had on. I never submitted to another guy, even with my best friend from high school. I played the bottom, but not to such a power play level as with this guy. My rational part of the brain wanted to push him away and tell him to fuck off, but a darker side of me loved this sensation, the prospect of bending over and submitting to another guy. The simple idea of being owned by a man had my libido on fire.
“F-Fine!� I shuttered, panting hard and licking my lips. “I-I am gonna be your bitch, alright! J-Just fucking finish me off.� I spoke with burning impatience, my balls already hurting.
“That’s a good little bitch.� The guy praised me, and his arms around me tightened like a python. Next thing I know, my insides were battered, his hips slamming into mine with vigor, like a tiger chasing his prey, ready to finish them off in one deadly bite. Each slam of his cock through my rings of muscles went straight to my prostate, and I thought someone lit up a fire in my feet, and the said fire spread through my entire body. It was a different kind of pleasure, both physically and mentally.
It took only a few more thrusts from him to make me come undone, and the most nerve-breaking orgasm since high school shocked me through the core. All I saw were the white ropes of cum leaving my cock like a bullet and hitting the wooden headboard of the bed.
“Nice shot, Ghostie.� The guy commented, his thrusts getting sloppier, more desperate, just like the hold he had on me.
“Get ready, pretty boy. Daddy’s ready to finish.� He announced, the wet sounds of our balls slapping together echoing through the hotel room. “Just a heads up… I cum like an elephant.� His words made my eyes widen, and before I could reply, a loud, wanton moan spilled from my lips, feeling him drive balls deep inside me. His cock pulsed as heavy spurts of warm cum filled my guts, and my muscles clenched around him.
“That’s my good slut… Oh, fuck… Keep milking Daddy’s cock.� He groaned, grounding himself more into me.
This guy wasn’t joking; I don’t know how much time had passed, but by the end of his stilling completely and catching his breath, I felt like my insides will burst. A whine escaped me when he pressed his palm on my lower abdomen.
“Shame you’re not a woman. I kind of would love to seed you for real.� His comment made my stomach flip, and a veil of vulnerability overcame me.
“Y-You’re insane,� I commented, still trying to catch my breath.
“That makes two of us.� He snickered, and one of his hands moved to grip my neck gently. “I got a surprise for you.� My brows tightened into a frown of confusion, still dizzy from the post-orgasm I just had.
“Bend over. Face down and keep your ass up,� he instructed, pushing on my back. I was too tired to complain anymore and did as he told me; a morbid curiosity swirling inside me. Looking over my shoulder, I tried to see what he was doing, and I noticed he pulled something silver and shining from the pocket of his black cargo pants. Squinting my eyes to see better, my heart almost stopped for a second.
“Don’t move.� His voice held authority, and I stilled when he very slowly pulled his cock out, only to be replaced with a silver buttplug. The coldness of the toy made me shiver, and my toes curled in my combat boots.
“Now that’s better. We cannot have you spill up all my load, can we?� He said, brushing his palms over my ass.
Sighing, I moved my body to sit at the edge of the bed, groaning with every shift of my hips, feeling how his semen swirled inside me, keeping my walls all warm and slick.
“Hey… Wanna get a tattoo?� I was taken aback by his question, almost coming out of the blue. I tilted my head to the side.
“Where did that come from?� I asked.
“Just assumed, considering your other ink.� He pointed to the tattoos on my thighs, and I gave a breathy chuckle.
“For real?� I raised an eyebrow, amused at how spontaneous this guy is.
“Yeah, and it’s on me. I do own a tattoo salon, so it’s all cool,� he informed, and the surprises continued to appear.
“But…� Of course, there had to be a catch. “I get to choose the tattoo.�
I thought a little about the offer and debated if it was a wise idea or not.
“I promise it won’t be something embarrassing or shit like that. Just something in the spirit of Halloween. Like a Ghostface tattoo!�
“Alright… That sounds good.�
“Sweet! Well, let’s go.� I blinked and shook my head to clear my thoughts. “What? Like, right now?�
“Of course, duh. Halloween is supposed to be fun, so let’s get you that tattoo, Ghostie. Consider it a reward for being so good tonight.� My temper flared at his audacity.
“Hey! I am not some bitch you fuck and pay!� I yelled, feeling offended, and stood up, tugging my pants up. A small groan left my mouth, feeling how the buttplug pressed inside me.
The guy in the Devil Ghostface costume stood still, then approached me. I had expected anything but his hand to caress the side of my mask, acting like a lover.
“Of course, you’re not some common bitch. You’re my bitch.� he corrected, then his touch stopped. “Or you have second thoughts?� I didn’t say anything. “You can say no and I will be out of here. No pressure.� He shrugged, acting all cool and laid-back.
“N-No! I kind of want this,� I motioned between us, feeling awkward, but relaxed when he resumed his tender caresses.
“Me too… Now, let’s go to my tattoo salon so I can ink you up while you’re full of my cum.� My face felt all hot from the blood rushing to my head from his vulgar comments, and I almost jumped when his hands wandered lower to give my ass a firm squeeze.
I certainly didn’t expect that night to turn like this.
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