Date: Tue, 8 Nov 2016 17:48:15 -0500
From: db.byron@jacobsplayhouse.com
Subject: The Mysterious Telford Part Three M/b Adult/Youth;

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Chapter Three:  "A Demon In the Dark"

Defying the suggestion of the paranormal investigators, I hadn't called the
psychic and instead had proceeded to remodel the hotel without her
consultation.  I don't know why I decided to go it alone like that but I
suppose a part of it was because given my experiences thus far, I felt that
I could handle the spirits that dwelled within The Telford.

After all, they didn't seem to pose a serious threat to me or anyone else.
Sure, there were moments that gave me the chills or caused my hair to stand
on end but over all the spirits had been peaceful and even pleasurable.
Little Simon Patterson for example had made my nightly sleepovers something
to look forward to; What with his curious nature and desire to play
sexually with me in the dark.

An I felt that as long as the screams that emanated from the room at the
end of the West Wing remained nothing more than a disturbing reminder of
past horrors; I could live with the spontaneous outbursts, that echoed
through the halls of the building at all hours of the day and night.

Unfortunately, little did I know just how complacent I was becoming.
Perhaps I was being lulled into a false sense of security by the little
bellboy or maybe the activity in the place simply hadn't been aggressive
enough to put the real fear in me.  What I didn't realize is just how
quickly all that was about to change.  It would happen almost as quickly as
flipping on a light switch and quite possibly in response to that very
action.

You see, before any construction work could begin I needed to have the
power restored to the building.  This should have been as simple going down
to the electric company and asking them to turn it back on but due to the
outstanding bill that my mother had incurred, they weren't going to be that
nice about it.  As it would turn out, the outstanding bill was huge and
unprecedented.  After calling the electric company and entering into a
discussion about it, I learned that for many months the hotel had been
running up an electricity bill of nearly $5,000 a month.

My mother had apparently been trying to make payments on that huge amount
but then when she passed away, the installments stopped coming and the
electric company pulled the plug.  They said that in order for me to get
the power turned back on, I would have to pay the full $15,000+
outstanding.  It was quite a shock to hear that but thankfully I had the
money from my mother's life insurance to take care of it.

I made the payment in person and they agreed to have the power restored
within the next business day.  This would come as a great relief to me and
the construction company I had hired to do the work, as well as the spirits
who inhabited the hotel.

In fact, it was the night before the power was to be restored, that I had
an encounter with two of the hotel's ghostly inhabitants.  I had just come
out of the bathroom on the second floor and was making my way back towards
the stairwell in the center of the building; When my flashlight suddenly
went dead on me.

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me..."  I said to myself as I stood there
in the pitch darkness, mere feet from the stairwell.

I shook my flashlight and hit it a few times, in hopes that it might jar
the batteries and get it working again.  But as I would soon discover, the
batteries were now fully depleted and would need to be replaced.  This left
me with little choice but to feel my way around as I searched for the
railing to the stairs.

I couldn't see my hand in front of my face it was so dark and in the
darkness, I suddenly felt a cold breeze blow passed me.  It gave me the
chills and caused me to freeze in my tracks.  I looked around but of course
I couldn't see anything.  Then I felt it again and at the same time,
noticed that it was accompanied by the sound of footsteps.

"Who's there?"  I called out into the darkness.

As you would expect, there was no response to my question but then
something even more startling happened.  A glow of light began to fill the
stairwell and I looked up to see that one of the old acetylene lamps that
hung from the ceiling above the walkway to the side of the stairs was
beginning to light.  It was slowly but steadily glowing brighter as the gas
inside the filament burned.

After nearly a minute, it had reached full burn and was now lighting the
stairwell enough for me to see my way.  I couldn't believe my luck but I
also couldn't believe the lamp had just lit itself.  I knew that the gas
tank outside was still hooked up but in order to light the lamp, you still
needed a match or lighter.  So I couldn't explain how it had lit up on it's
own.

Not wanting to think too long and hard about it, I held the flashlight down
at my side and continued on my way to the stairs.  I had just started up
the steps, when out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimmer of light.
My curiosity got the best of me and I stopped to take another look.  An
that's when the sparkling and glimmering light floated through the air,
before separating into two lights; Which moved toward a pair of chairs,
that set just to the side of the stairs.

Between them was a table and as I watched these two lights, the faces of
two elderly women began to materialize before my very eyes.  I was riveted
to the spot as I watched them take shape in the glowing light of the
acetylene lamp overhead.  I waited a few moments but they never quite
become fully formed.

Both women remained in a translucent state as they sat there at the table,
dressed in what I could only describe as some soft of old fashioned night
attire.  They weren't exactly ropes but the material looked thick and heavy
but than again, it was also transparent and shimmered somewhat.  They each
had gray hair and it appeared to be either really curly or in a perm.

At first I wasn't sure if they even noticed me but then the one facing
towards me, looked up from the table and said softly, "I say Innkeeper,
this electrical outage has been most inconvenient."

Then the other woman seconded her motion by saying, "Yes, most
inconvenient."

They had me ready to bolt up the stairs in a panic but at the same time,
they were both so polite and soft spoken that I found myself responding to
them.

"I'm sorry ladies.  It should be back on shortly."  I said nervously.

"I should hope so."  The one said, before the other chimed in by saying,
"Indeed.  Young Mr. Patterson will be most grateful for not having to light
the lamps each night."

Hearing that, I thought back to what I had witnessed from my truck the
first night I stayed at the hotel.  I had seen lights moving about the
rooms, that I couldn't explain.  But now having heard them mention the
lamps being used, it made strange sense that the light I had seen, had been
the light from the acetylene lamps.  Presumably after having been lit by
the bellboy to light the way for hotel guests during what they probably
thought was a simple power outage.

If I had to wager a bet, I'd say that these spirits had no idea that the
power had actually been cut and that all this time, they had been living in
the dark because of it.  But now that I had assured them, that it would be
turned back on soon, the two women seemed to be comforted by the idea that
their trying time without electricity was coming to an end.

They waited for me to ascend the stairs to the third floor, before they
vanished into the darkness and the light from the acetylene lamp
dissipated.  Now you can call me crazy but I think they had left the lamp
burning just long enough for me to get where I was going.  An to know that
they could do that, freaked me out but also warmed my heart a little bit.
I guess you could say I was feeling grateful that I had friendly ghosts and
not demons in the hotel.

However, again I was becoming far too naive and complacent to realize that
not all the spirits of The Telford were going to be friendly.  No, not all
of them.  There was at least one who was just waiting for the right time to
make his presence known.  An just like those two ladies, he too was waiting
patiently for the power to be restored.

I tell you, if I'd only known then what I know now; I would have never
turned the power back on.  Sure it would have made construction a real pain
in the ass but we could have used generators or something to get the job
done.  No, unfortunately I was about to breathe life back into the old
hotel and cast light upon every dark corner of the building.  Including
those dark places, that held the darkest of entities.

The following morning, the electric company arrived just as they said they
would.  They came with a utility truck and began the process of
reconnecting the power to the power pole outside.  Now remember, the light
bill had been astronomically high for a building that was empty.  The
electric company themselves had pointed that out and had suggested that I
hire an electrician to come and have a look at the wiring.  I'd now called
one and had him there at the same time as the service crew from the
electric company.

While the crew worked outside, he and I did a walk-through of the hotel.
We started outside at the main entrance box that connected the power pole
to the building.  He took one look at it and was shocked.  No pun intended,
by the amount of power the hotel was designed to take.  It turned out that
the hotel had a three-phase electric grid.  I had no idea what that was but
the electrician explained, that it was a common method of
alternating-current electric power generation, transmission and
distribution.  It was a type of polyphase system, that was generally used
by electrical grids around the world and often installed in places that
used a lot of power for such things as large motors or that had other heavy
loads of electricity.

When he saw this, he looked at me and said, "Sir, you have enough power
going into this place to run a Wal-Mart.  What the hell do you have in
there?"

I shook my head and replied, "I don't know, you tell me."

That's when we took a walk inside and discovered that the place had some of
the most insane wiring that he had ever encountered.  I'm no electrical
engineer or anything, but even I knew that there shouldn't have been over a
dozen circuit breaker boxes, located in various spots throughout the
building.  Each box was filled to the max with breakers and appeared to be
blatantly redundant on the face of it.

That is until we began systematically switch off each and every breaker in
every box we could find.  It took us nearly 45mins to locate them all and
to put them in the off position.  By which time, the crew outside had
finished their work and had reconnected the main power supply.  They knew
that the electrician and I had just turned everything off but when the
looked at the meter and saw that the reading was indicating a massive power
drain, they became concerned.

Naturally they didn't want to just go off and leave us with that much power
being consumed for an unknown reason.  So they stayed and helped us to
locate the problem.  Before long each of us was walking around the outside
of the building, looking for anything we might have missed.  Eventually we
came to a small fenced in area in the backyard, that used to house a large
radio antenna, back when the hotel belonged to the radio station.  Beside
the fence we found a quick connect breaker but it had no wiring attached.
We figured it must have been what powered the antenna back in the day and
since it was no longer there, we through the breaker into the off position.

Unfortunately, that didn't effect the amount of power that was still
coursing through the hotel.  So we all headed inside and began searching
for breaker boxes that we might have missed.  It took us nearly an hour but
we did eventually locate one, hidden behind a picture frame in the lobby,
right below the room with carpeted walls.

We opened the box and found that it had been rigged up with wiring that
should never have been there.  It was completely out of code and made no
sense whatsoever.  To make matters even strangers, when the electrician
unscrewed the cover to have a look inside, he found that there were jumper
cables connected to the electrical grid.

"What the hell?"  He said in utter disbelief.

It made no sense at all and even confused the crew from the electric
company.  That said, they all agreed that it should be disconnected.  So
that's what we did.  We threw the breaker and then checked to see if it had
made a difference to the energy consumption.  As our luck would have it, it
was indeed the cause of the power drain.  With it no longer able to draw
power from the grid, the meter came to a complete stop and we knew that we
had finally solved the problem.

The came as a great relief to us all but also begged the question, what
purpose did that breaker box serve?  Once I'd thanked the crew from the
electric company, they left and the electrician and I returned to the
breaker box to see if we could figure out what was going on there.  He
asked if I would mind him knocking some small holes in the wall near the
box and since I had planned to remodel the inside anyway, I agreed to let
him.

That's when he went to knocking holes in the exterior wall from the
interior to see if he could figure out what the jumper cables were attached
to.  It took him awhile but we eventually found that they led us to a pair
of steel rebar; That had been driven into the limestone/quartz construction
within the wall and appeared to travel up into the wall of the room above.
This was most bizarre but what was even crazier still was that this is what
the camp-ends of the cables were attached and in doing so had been drawing
power directly into the walls of the building.

Needless to say, there was no rhyme or reason for this having been done.
It made absolutely no sense but with the breaker switched off, the
electrician assured me that I wouldn't be wasting anymore power that way
again.  I just wish I had taken the extra step then to remove the jumper
cables.  Perhaps if we had done that, it would have prevented the events of
the night from ever happening.  Oh well, I suppose it's always easier to
look back in hindsight and see what you could have done differently but in
that moment I wasn't thinking about would could happen; But rather I was
just focused on keeping the electric bill under control.

Now with that said and done, the electrician completed his walk-through of
the hotel and gave me his bill.  It was a doozy but after all the help he'd
been, I wouldn't have felt right stiffing him.  He'd done a good job and
had shown me things about the building's electric setup, that I otherwise
would never have known about.

So after I paid him, he left and I returned to walking the halls of the
hotel.  Now you remember what I'd said awhile back about Jacob and I having
come across a treasure-trove of historical importance right?  Well, what I
meant by that was that during his visit to the hotel, we had discovered
that all those boxes that were littering the hallways; Were not what they
had first appeared to be.  They weren't simply boxes of crap my mother had
collected over the years but in actuality, they were belongings that had
been left behind by previous guests to the hotel and some that had been
deposited upon the floors by family members of those who once visited.

I know this probably sounds strange to you.  I mean, I know it sure seemed
weird to me.  But once Jacob and I had gone through a few boxes, we found
hand written notes from family members in some of the boxes; That indicated
that they had brought them to the hotel in accordance to their loved-ones
wishes.  What had compelled them to ask for this was beyond my
understanding.  I just couldn't wrap my head around it, you know?

Had they had such a memorable time at the hotel, that they wanted a piece
of them to be left behind there or something?  It found it all truly
perplexing.  However, I also found that all this free stuff came in handy
with decorating the place.  So with Jacob now back home, I continued to
sort through the stuff without him and had begun redecorating some of the
hotel rooms with it.

The rooms themselves were in remarkably good shape and so after giving them
a new coat of paint, they were ready to be decorated.  An I know had plenty
of pictures, knickknacks, miscellaneous furniture and old memorabilia for
which to stage the rooms.  I was in the middle of doing this, when I heard
a rumbling outside and looked out through the window of a second floor
bedroom to see a number of trucks pulling into the parking lot outside.

I took one look at the insignia on the side and recognized them as being
from the construction company I had hired to do the work on the veranda.
It was the most pressing construction project that needed to be done and
since it was mostly woodwork and very labor intensive, I had hired the
company my Dad had worked for, for many years before his retirement.

In the good old days, my Dad had been the foreman but with him no longer
working there; A man named Derek had taken over that role.  I'd come to
know the man over the years and he'd even been to my family's home on
several occasions.  He was one of the few black men the company had
employed and my Dad had actually been the one to hire him originally.  So
it was fitting that he had taken over in my Dad's absence.

Derek was bisexual, in his 40's and as my brother would say, 'Hung like a
horse'.  He also had very smooth muscular arms with tattoos on each bicep.
Though they were really hard to see, due to how dark his skin was.  Upon
his arrival he was dressed in the companies polo shirt with tan work pants.
He and all of his men were dressed alike and there were at least twelve of
them in total down there waiting for me as I descended the stairs.

I stepped outside and shook Derek's hand as he greeted me.  He then
introduced me to some of the guys he had brought with him and two of them
I'd remembered for while back.  They were two Mexican's in their 30's by
the names of Carlos and Pedro.  I was surprised to see them, since I'd
remembered my Dad telling me that they'd quit after he retired.

However, Derek informed me that they came back once they couldn't find
similar work without documentation.  You see, they were both illegal and
should not have even been in the country but they were good workers and
Derek had gotten them rehired to work with him.

Not long after introductions were finished, the crew went to work
establishing a plan for tackling the enormous project.  The two-tier
veranda was going to be quite the undertaking and once they had started
unloading their tools and lumber, I knew it was going to be weeks before it
would be completed.  Mind you, there was no rush and I was just excited to
see it getting started.

They wasted no time in bringing in lumber to rebuild the found floor that
would extend out across the old cement patio and wrap around the side of
the building.  It was the most important part of the whole project and took
the most work.  It required digging holes for new support posts and an
incredible amount of time leveling, checking and double-checking to make
sure it was going to be exactly right for the portions of the veranda that
would later be built on top of it.

So you can imagine that work on that part alone went on through the day and
well into the afternoon and evening.  It wasn't until around 6pm that they
finally called it a day.  By which time, the sun had already sunk behind
the trees and it was beginning to get dark outside.  That's when to my
surprise, the crew left for the night but Derek remained behind.  He asked
to come inside to have a look around and that's when I lead him up to the
third floor.

You see, that's where I had taken up temporary residence while I oversaw
the work to the hotel.  It had always felt to be the safest of all the
floors and during my frequent sleepovers up there, I'd discovered that it
had three additional rooms; Which had been hidden away behind drywall.
After discovering this, I removed the drywall to gain access to the rooms.
One was simply an empty room to the left of the stairwell.  While another
turned out to be a room with an adjoining bathroom.

As you might have guessed, I'd made myself at home inside that one and had
turned it into a master bedroom with a master bathroom.  A bathroom that
had a toilet that flushed but a bathtub that had no water.  Figure that
shit out.  Alright, so it might not have been perfect up there but it's
where Derek and I would come at the end of the night to, well, you know.

After showing him around, he and I got comfortable on the bed and before
too long, were laying naked together in the 69 position, sucking each
other's dicks for the pleasure of it all.  He had my 7" cut dick in his
mouth and I had both my hands around his 10.5" uncut dick, while trying to
suck his load from his balls.  What did I tell you, he was hung like a damn
horse and was more than a mouthful but I took on the challenge of taming
that black stallion in order to get his hot load of milky white cum down my
throat.

It took a lot of work but I eventually got him off and after having done
so, he had to remind me that it wouldn't have taken so long had I just
allowed him to put it up my ass.  Which was something I was not about to do
for him or anyone else.  Well, maybe for my brother but that's another
story.

He on the other hand, had no trouble sucking me off and had soon swallowed
my load, before sitting up on the edge of the bed to have a smoke.  Though
I didn't mind the cigarette smoke, I wasn't to keen on having it lingering
in the room.  So I asked him to open the window to let the smoke out.

He stood up to approach the window and slipped his jockstrap back on.  He
looked dead sexy in that filthy jock and I kept my eyes on him all the way
he stood beside the window to finish his smoke.  After which, he asked if
he could use the bathroom.  I told him he could and watched as he walked
through the adjoining doorway.  Then I listened as he took a piss and while
doing so, he tossed the butt of his cigarette into the toilet, before
flushing.

However, then he seemed to just stand there for a moment.  I wasn't sure
what he was doing and there was only a small nightlight in the bathroom, so
I couldn't see for sure if he was still standing there or not.

I was about to get up and check on him, when I suddenly heard him whisper,
"Mark...  Mark, do you hear that?"

I listened but didn't hear anything.

So I whispered back to him, "What?"

"Footsteps."  He whispered and that got my attention.

I got up from the bed and tiptoed into the bathroom with him.  There we
both stood in the middle of the room and listened to the sound of footsteps
outside in the banquet room.  I could sense that he was getting freaked out
by them and I had a feeling, that we were about to encounter the ghost of
the little bellboy.

Not knowing how he'd react to that, I decided it best to shed some light on
the situation.  I approached the bathroom door, that lead back out into the
banquet room and slowly pushed it open.  The footsteps could still be heard
echoing in the large room but in the dark, there was no way of knowing who
might have been making them.

That's when I slipped out the door and rushed quietly across the room to
the light switch.  I flipped it on and turned around in a hurry to see if I
could catch sight of who might have been walking around.  An no sooner than
I'd turned to look back towards the bathroom door, did I see a black shadow
of some kind streak across the room.

Unfortunately, Derek was now standing in the bathroom door and had seen it
too.  His eyes were wide with fear as the shadowy figure rushed him, before
vanishing into mid-air.

"Did you, did you just see that?"  Derek asked in a panic.

I nodded and replied, "I saw it."

"What the hell, man?"  He asked, "That some voodoo shit right there.  It
ain't right."

I could tell that he was spooked and so I left the lights on as I made my
way back over to him.  He stepped back inside the bathroom and I tried to
get him to calm down.  He was physically shaking as I led him back into the
bedroom.

"Dude, relax.  It's not voodoo."  I said calmly, "It's probably just Simon.
He comes to visit me up here sometimes."

"Simon?  Who the hell's that?"  He asked.

Then I had to try and explain to him that the hotel was haunted by the
spirit of a little black boy and that he was probably just curious about
the two of us.  I don't think Derek believed me at first but he saw the way
I was being so calm about it all and that seemed to help put him at ease.
Sure he was still shaken up a bit but at least he wasn't totally freaking
out on me.

Eventually I was able to further settle him down and the two of us got back
into bed.  I laid my head on his chest while I slept, not only because I
liked the feel of his muscular pecs but also to help keep him calm.  He put
his arm around me and slept with one eye open and trained on the banquet
area; Which was fully illuminated by the lights I had left on.  They shined
in on us through the open door and was one hell of a distraction but I felt
it better to leave them on than to have Derek freaking out on me all night.

Surprisingly, he and I managed to fall asleep but it didn't last all that
long.  You see, I must have awaken not long after that and when I did, I
discovered hat he was no longer in bed with me.  So I got up and checked
around the third floor but I couldn't find him.

That's when I noticed that the door to the stairwell was open just a crack
and I headed down to the second floor in search of him.  I had just come
down the steps when I happened to catch a glimpse of him standing there in
just his jockstrap with a crowbar in his hand.  I know what you're
thinking, this sounds like a bad horror movie right?  Well, I would have
thought so too had he not been facing away from me with his eyes trained on
the bedroom at the end of the West Wing.  You remember, the one with the
carpeted walls.

Yeah, that creepy damn room is what he was looking at as he stood
motionless and nearly naked in the hall.

"Derek?"  I whispered to him and he turned around to face me.

"I heard screaming."  He said softly in a nervous voice, "Something bad
going down in that room.  Something terrible, man."

I knew the scream he was referring to but didn't know how to explain it to
him.  So in the heat of the moment, I picked up a hammer that was laying
close by, that one of the workman had left behind and followed him further
down the hallway.

Given my previous experience in that room, I assumed that we'd just get
there and find it empty with only the scary writing on the wall to frighten
us back out of there.  But unfortunately, this time it wouldn't be that
simple.  No, not at all.  Neither of us knew what to expect as we
approached that door with our makeshift weapons in hand.  All we knew was
that we were both scared and we just had to see what was happening inside
the room if anything.

Needless to say, it took us a moment to gather up enough courage to
actually enter the room but once we did, we barged through the door and
found ourselves confronted with an insidiously obscene force of pure evil.
The very air in that room smelled of lacking compassion or empathy, if you
can believe it.  Just taking a breath seemed to fill you with something
undesirable.  A disgusting feeling that once inside you, you couldn't get
it out again.  An it left a gut wrenching feeling in the pit of my stomach
as I set eyes on the entity from which all this toxic air seemed to
radiate.

A foggy haze filled the room and it seemed to generate light of some kind,
allowing us to see that there in the middle of the room stood a terrifying
looking man.  At least he had the body of a man.  He was a tall, pale and
rather scrawny, white guy; Who was all but undressed, except for his boots
and socks with knee high garters.  He turned to face us and we saw that he
was holding a large whip in his hand and wore a mask of black and brown
leather with holes for only his eyes and mouth.

Seeing that creepy old looking mask on his face sent chills down my spine
but as our eyes met, I couldn't help but feel that it was keeping us from
seeing something even more despicable hiding just behind it.  Surely his
true face was reserved for the eyes of those very near death.  This man was
a killer.  A sadistic, evil and cowardly creature, that had come into this
hotel with the sole intention to torture and torment the most vulnerable of
those among the guests staying here.

How did I know this, you wonder?  It was all there in his eyes.  They spoke
to me without words and made my skin crawl as I peered in upon him standing
there, shrouded in a fog of light.  I don't know how but I just knew that
he'd been waiting for us to step through that door in hopes that he would
get the chance to show us just how cruel he was.  An also to wield his
power over us as we'd just made the mistake of entering his demonic lair.

Before I even realized it, both Derek and I had indeed stepped through the
door and were now inside the room with him as he brought his whip to bare.
Seeing the way he brandished it, I couldn't help but get the feeling that
he felt it more than made up for his own lack of endowment.  It wasn't
simply a tool but a replacement for what he himself lacked.

I say that because despite how much more intimidating the whip might have
made him appear; I had now also been able to glance down between his legs
and taken in the sight of his little dick hanging there.  It couldn't have
been more that 3" or maybe 3.5" long and combined with his lack of balls,
well, he didn't look so threatening anymore.

Yeah, you read that right.  He had no testicles.  Only a little uncut dick
sticking out with no ball sack to speak of; Which I felt made him less
frightening and intimidating but he was nevertheless just as powerful.  His
tiny penis was his greatest weakness but he cared not to cover it, because
he knew better than I, that he was more than capable of making up for it in
other ways.  He oozed a negative energy, that made it hard to look away
from him.  An in staring, I was able to notice that he'd been surgically
castrated; Most likely as punishment for something he'd done.

Thinking on it in the short time I had available to me, I could only
imagine one such crime that would warrant a punishment like that.  The
sexual abuse of a child or many children.  An as I was about to discover, I
was exactly right.

It wasn't until he had the two of us far enough inside the room, that the
door suddenly slammed shut behind us and we heard an audible gasp from
someone else there in the room with us.  That's when he stepped aside and
we were able to see them.  There facing the far corner of the room was the
hairless and freshly whipped ass of a little white boy.  He was down on his
knees with his head and hands secured between two pieces of lumber in what
I believe was an ancient torture device, called a pillory.

He was unable to move and so we never got to see his face but from the view
we had of his tiny ass, I'd say he was a very young boy.  An from the sound
of his cries, I'd say it was fair to assume he was not enjoying himself.
He was afraid, terrified of this man and his feeling of fear swept over us
like a wave in the ocean.  I know Derek felt it, because he turned to me
and had a tear in his eyes.

That's when the man pointed to Derek and said in a cockney British accent,
"You, negro.  Come forth."

Though somehow the words didn't quite fit him.  It was as if he was a
British man trying to speak like a southerner and it really came out
sounding odd.  Plus I don't think Derek appreciated the phrasing he used
and so instead of stepping closer, he raised the crowbar in a threatening
manner.  Unfortunately, we were up against an entity far more powerful than
either of us realized.  The man took one look at the tool being wielded at
him and laughed wholeheartedly.

Then by means that I still can't explain, the crowbar jumped out of Derek's
hands and landed on the floor.  It was quickly followed by the hammer, that
I held in my hand; Which I suddenly lost control of and watched as it fell
to the floor and the two slid several feet from us.  There was no natural
way that could have happened but I swear to you it happened just like that.

This man had unarmed us without ever lifting a finger and we couldn't
believe it.  He just kept laughing from behind his mask as we stood there
in shock for what felt like forever but in reality it was probably no more
than a few minutes.

Then he said again to Derek, "Come negro.  Can't you see your donkey dick
is of wasted effort on the Innkeeper.  Come forth and mount this instead.
I know it will please you greatly to sodomize this poor defenseless child."

Now Derek wasn't one to pass up a chance at fucking a little boy anyone
else for that matter but he didn't much like the idea of being forced into
a situation against his will.  Nor was he cruel.  He would never
deliberately force himself on anyone like that.  It just wasn't in his
personality.  So I know that what he did that night was not of his own
doing.

He remained unusually tight-lipped in the face of the man; Who stared into
his eyes and quite possibly into his soul that night.

Then the man tried again to persuade Derek by saying, "Surely thy rear is
acceptable to even you, a savage of color.  This Catamite is in desperate
need of breeding."

Again, his words sounded wrong and somehow out of place and time with the
rest of him; An not to mention insulting.  They were cryptic at best and
I'm pretty sure they confused Derek.  Though to be honest, there was no way
for me to judge whether they were influencing him or not, because he still
wasn't responding.  An I for my part was still trying to figure out what
the man was even saying.

Just then to my surprise, Derek nodded his head.  Although to be honest, it
looked as though he wasn't in complete control and was perhaps being forced
to nod against his better judgment.

"Then you shall have at this one, without mercy with only I and the
Innkeeper to bare witness to your savagery."  The man said, before bringing
the whip close to Derek's jockstrap, "You will comply."

I watched as he gently grazed the sides of the material with it and almost
like a snake-charmer he caused Derek's 10.5" uncut dick to emerge from the
side of the jockstrap.  Then once it was free, he used the whip to tease
the length of it and in doing so seemed to somehow lure the black man
closer without having to ask him again.

It was as if he was now under a spell and unable to resist the demands the
man made of him.  I stood there in shock as Derek was forced down to his
knees and guided over and behind the little boy.  There he waited for
further instruction, which came in the form of a severe whipping.

The man towered over him and used the powerful whip to strike Derek's back
numerous times.  Each harder and more pointed than the previous one, until
he'd caused welts to rise up on the man's back.  But throughout all that,
Derek didn't even flinch.  It was as if he couldn't feel the sting of the
whip tearing at his flesh or perhaps he could but was unable to react to
it.

Fearing that my friend might literally be being tortured before my eyes, I
yelled out to the man, "Stop it!  If you want him to fuck the kid, he will.
Just stop with that shit!  Stop it now!"

That's when the man turned to me and raised his whip as if he was about to
take a strike at me.  But before he could follow through, he stopped
himself and instead stepped over closer to me.  He got to within a few
inches of my face and I heard him growl deeply from behind his mask.  I
think that's when I realized, that though he'd been able to disarm me
before, he couldn't actually hurt me.  Unlike Derek, I was somehow
impervious to his physical threats for some reason.

All he could do to me was grit his teeth and bare it, in wake of my clear
defiance of him.  That said, I had a really bad feeling that if I were to
force him into a corner, that he could have killed Derek right there and
then.  So I stood my moral ground but also backed myself up against the
door to show that I wasn't going to stand in his way.

Seeing that, he turned back to Derek and said, "Do your worst, savage.
Brutalize this eager young sodomite.  Obliterate his rectum with your
deadly meat spear."

Then I watched as Derek gabbed the boy by his hips and mounted his tiny
ass, burying his huge dick inside of him with a force that sent the poor
thing into screams of agony.  Their screams were so loud that they made my
ears ring and I instantly recognized them as being the same scream I had
heard so many times before, coming from this very room.  Only now I knew
who it belonged to and why it was happening.

The poor little boy was being brutally raped by a very large black man by
his even larger black dick.  I couldn't imagine how such a young thing
could handle taking something so massive inside but than again, that was
very much the point of it.  He was being made to suffer at the hands of
Derek; Who I still swear was an unwilling participant in it all.

I can't even tell you if the boy was going to survive such an experience
but than again, I wasn't sure that he was even alive to begin with.  I
don't know how to say it but I think the spirit of the little boy had been
compelled back to that room and forced into that position by the demonic
entity; For the sole purpose of being brutalized again even after his
death.  I tell you, if there was a hell this was it.  To be forced to
suffer in the afterlife at the hands of the living and the demons who
controlled their every move.

There was no way to deny that Derek had been taken over by the dark forces
at work inside that room.  An yet those same dark forces were incapable of
controlling me.  That said, there I was still watching and not doing
anything to stop what was happening.  Was it that I was too weak to face
this demon and was I now complicit in the actions of my friend?  Perhaps
this evil presence knew me all to well and was exploiting my own very real
weaknesses; I wondered as the glowing fog that filled the room turned to a
dark shade of red.

I think that's when I realized that the screams had stopped but that Derek
was still relentlessly fucking the poor little boy.  Surely I hadn't just
witnesses his second death.  The thought that I had just watched a boy
suffer and die at the hands of Derek; While he was being compelled by this
sinister force was enough to not only scare me but to cause me to become
physically ill.  I dropped to my knees and threw up all over the floor,
right there and then.  An right in the middle of violently vomiting, I
blacked out.  I don't know what happened but I fell face down and
unconscious on the floor.

Although as I lay there, I could somehow hear the sound of the man laughing
and I don't think I will ever be able to forget that.

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