The Other World
31th October 2014

I don't want you to think that I'm a psycho. You might not be able to understand me fully, but I will try to explain anyway, so the message is clear. When I was living I loved watching the horror movies, I loved all these so-called brutal games, but to be honest I don't think these had any impact on me. If anything I learned the difference between the real and virtual world. You know, frankly speaking, some people just enjoy seeing the blood and guts filling their screen and they are normal folks. I was different, curious. That event returned to me in a dream, a long one, a dream about the fallen bird and my past. Finding the poor pigeon the other day in my backyard was a really strange experience, an accident. Its wing was broken, the bird tried to get away from me as if it was able to sense what was coming. Its eyes full of terror, the fragile body shaking. Grabbing the stick I started chasing after the animal. Don't ask me why - the secret instincts were developing inside me, I guess. I did not mean to kill it, really. It just happened for no reason, one swing, one hit against the poor bird's head. I cried afterwards, I was only eight or nine. On the other hand, it made me feel like a master of life and death.

Then the torturing started. I mean, you can't expect from the spiders that they suffer a lot, right? To me, seeing the little bug squirming on the floor as I cut off yet another of its legs was an incomparable pleasure. I killed them for fun, wondering which one will last longer, tormenting the weak and innocent ones, out of curiosity. And I suppose I wanted to try it on something or someone bigger. To feel the thrill of excitement and the sudden rush of adrenaline. I imagined that hearing someone's voice, seeing the mixture of weakness and pain in their eyes, would make me feel even better. Yes, I was excited, I admit it, I wanted to commit a murder at the age of thirteen. Of course, I never did, but my imagination was going wild. Through my eyes I was seeing the crime scene, thinking of a possible way to get away from it. I imagined the scent of my victim, his lifeless body, the dried blood. Of course, as soon as my puberty started there was also a sexual aspect of it. I wished to torture, humiliate and rape my victim. Make him feel like he is a human no more, see him breaking apart, crying. I wanted to do it, something big, something out of the common, the impossible thing.

But no. I'm not a killer. I'm not a psycho. And yes, I know every creepy psycho would say that. But you see, I could end Max's life pretty easily, but I never wished him to die. He was too cute, too necessary, he was an innocent boy. I was just fantasizing, thinking of death and suffering because I found it arousing. Don't tell me that you are any different. I believe that there's nothing wrong about it. As long as the fantasy stays fantasy and makes us going in some way. Or coming, He-he. I knew my limits, I recognized what was good and bad. I wasn't some kind of degenerate, as a matter of fact, I was the best student in our school. Everyone loved me. Every girl wanted to date me. I was pretty popular boy, Nicky, the boy who became the ghost. So, as you can see, it wasn't hard to me to justify all my feelings and desires. Of course, everything that happened soon, on the Halloween night, was just a result of my fantasy, my growing tension. And I think Max liked it after all. He was such a good, obedient kid, scared of my supernatural powers.

Another dream appeared inside my head. I was nine or ten. I saw the black basement, something or someone leading me inside. The dream quickly turned into a nightmare, I saw the red, fresh blood, heard the demonic screams, the dim light of the candle illuminating someone's body. Then, for some reason, it all changed. My mind filled with a vision of me getting abused. I was in Max's room. No, was it my room? My dad, a strong man was spanking me for something I never did. It was not my fault that our neighbor's dog died. Poisoned, suffered for long hours. Every time my dad's hand struck me I gasped, feeling the mixture of pain and pleasure. My little, hairless prick was rock hard, I enjoyed every second of it, unable to understand what was going on with me. He kept hitting, smacking me also across the face, telling me to confess. My mother saved me, she was a good woman, she believed that I was the greatest kid ever. I saw her. I saw her face.

Waking up in the morning I felt the thing I wanted, a truly thrilling sensation, Max's lips, wrapped tightly around my penis. He was sucking me slowly in his sleep, his tongue pressed against my swollen glans. Strange, he surely sucked all cum out of my balls, my semi-erected penis was all wet, covered in a mixture of sperm and spit. As soon as I retracted I watched him opening his eyes. So he wasn't sleeping, after all, just pretending, being obedient, not faking it anymore. Looking at him I felt some strange melancholy. The last day, my last chance to make it happen. I wasn't sure what was going to happen within one year, would Max still be around? Should I hold my urges or let them control me and my actions? I had nothing and everything to lose.

“Good to see you here.” I stated with a smug on my face. “Well, when is the show starting? We should get prepared.”

“Oh, we still have some time. But yeah, we could practice. Will you really...” Max asked, his voice full of a doubt for some reason. He started recalling everything that happened on the yesterday's evening. “Will you really help me?”

“Of course, Max. Then we will run away while trick and treating.” I reminded him, seeing a hint of excitement on his face. “They will beg you to come back. They will forgive you everything that happened. You will see, you will show them how smart you are.”

He nodded, looked at my private parts quizzically and bit his lip. Something was bothering him. I figured out that his mind was full of questions, every growing boy had them, but in Max's case, there was more. After all, he was the first boy in his class to lose his virginity. Such an achievement, especially if you are a nerd. He was lucky, wasn't he?

“Let's go and pee.” I suggested eventually, not bothering to dress up. He was wearing nothing but his pajama pants.

Standing right next to him, seeing him retracting his foreskin and aiming for the toilet bowl was an interesting experience. Such a small thing, yet so exciting. By the time when I was done emptying my bladder he was standing still, gulping loudly, inhaling the scent of the fresh urine which filled the room. Max was clearly nervous, I could see it in his eyes, and his words confirmed this.

“I can't pee next to you. I just can't.” He whispered after a while, rubbing his little soft penis as if he expected to make it work.

“Alright, I'm leaving.” I stated, running into the wall next to him, waiting for the five seconds. I wanted to pull yet another innocent prank on him. As soon as I heard Max peeing I sneaked behind him. He never expected me to attack his member and scream in his ears. He was scared to the death. Sort of. “Boooo!”

Aiming everywhere but in the toilet, I watched as his urine splattered against the white walls and floor, painting them yellow. Now, when he was peeing he was unable to stop it, more and more of the fluid escaped his urethra soaking his pants, leaking down his legs and feet. Max's heart was beating really fast, he was shocked to see the clear, yellow puddle of urine right under him. Pulling his penis I aimed to the top, wetting his chest and neck. And soon, well, as you can imagine he was in the mess again.

“Yeah, thanks, Nicky. You are great.” Max blurted out and rolled his eyes. His voice full of annoyance.

“Lick it.” I ordered, leaning closer to him, my body brushing against his. A shiver went down his spine when he realized what I wanted. “Don't want to make your mommy any angrier, right?”

“You are messed up. Really.” The boy said, shaking his head in disbelief. To my surprise he actually knelt on the floor, putting his cute buttocks on the display. “I remember watching some pissing porn clip.” Max confessed, looking at the puddle, his hands were now covered in his own fluids as well.

“So?” I asked.

“This is kinda hot.” He stated and leaned closer to the floor, sticking his tongue out, dipping it in the fresh urine.

“What? This isn't hot!” I scowled. “This is gross! What the fuck?”

My voice made him laugh for a good second. What a twist! He developed some nasty fetishes, thanks to the internet porn he had consumed in the last months. Max sure was not an ordinary boy. And what's worse, it seemed that he actually enjoyed the taste of his own piss. With his lips against the floor, he started licking the surface clean, making a lot of slurping noises. The young teen swallowed every drop of his urine, putting his tongue and lips in work. Undressing completely and sitting in front of me he continued the show I never expected. Max grabbed his wet foot and pressed his lips against the damp skin. Inhaling deeply he enjoyed his own scent, so rich, sharp, the true essence of teenage boy's body. Max's tongue traveled across the skin, stopping at the smallest toe the boy started tasting himself.

He looked at me as if he tried to provoke me. I admit, he was good at teasing. Such a dirty, corrupted kid. Everything he did, every single moan and slurp made both of us hard. Spreading his legs a little bit he pushed them closer to me. Shit! It WAS disgusting but also hot as fuck to see him acting all dirty. Do you know what I mean? It felt like discovering that the most innocent person in the world you know was all kinky, into perverted stuff. Kneeling in front of him, feeling his feet all over my face I inhaled the sharp scent of his urine and boyish sweat. Sticking out my tongue I tasted his flavor, strong and salty. Max's pinkish, smooth soles were stretching as I massaged his skin with my tongue, making it clean. The soft waves of pleasure surged through my body as I was fighting my own thoughts. What exactly happened? Why was it so easy for him to reverse our roles? Was he manipulating me? Or was he able to mind control me as well?

Sucking on his toes, chewing on them, squeezing the tasty juice I adored Max's body. I almost felt sorry for him, I figured out he wanted to thank me for helping him. Poor, naive boy, unaware of what was coming, my personal little slave. If only I was living, I bet we would become good friends. But now, now we only shared common interests, we were seeking for the incredible pleasure, always horny, always burning with the searing lust. Grasping my penis I started masturbating, lowering his feet, pushing my groin against them. Max began using them in the best possible way, his toes on my shaft, squeezing tightly. I was getting my first footjob, that's what they call it, right? I don't know why, was it the porn he watched or his own experience, but his touch was driving me insane. Max knew where and how to touch, his toes were wiggling, massaging me, sliding up and down, bringing me close to the climax. And soon, his feet were coated in my hot cum.

“Damn it.” I whispered.

All sticky and hot I wished that I could take a shower with him. I was exhausted at first, my head was spinning once more. I was like a mortal, a weak mortal, and he was controlling me. Perhaps this was what Max wanted? To keep me sexually satisfied so I won't hurt him? Or was he just toying with me? Sure enough, Max appeared full of confidence now, masturbating slowly, looking at me with a smug on his face. More than that, he was jerking off, licking his feet clean from my load, totally lost in his lust. As soon as he came, moaning loudly, I left the bathroom, searching the house once more. I needed to prepare for the evening, he thought he saw it all, but I still had quite a lot surprises for him. But first, the show. Oh yes, Everyone in the school was going to remember it for years, thanks to Max, of course.

It's quite difficult to describe what exactly happened shortly after. First of all, I hoped to see some familiar faces, recognize my classmates or their parents. Don't ask me why. I suppose I wanted to discover what exactly happened to me, but the hall was full of strangers. The atmosphere filling it was rather awkward, mystic. Plus it smelled like a pumpkin spice for some reason. The school hall was full of people, there were two hundred of them, sitting in the rows in front of the huge stage. Obviously, most of them were hoping that the show will be over as soon as possible, I heard their whispers. All the kids wished to go trick and treating, some of them were laughing, recalling Max's magic tricks. His mother and brother were right in front of the scene, sitting impatiently, all excited. But his dad was not there, unfortunately.

“Shit, I don't know if I can do it.” Max stated, grabbing his head, looking at all the people gathered in the hall. “They are looking at me. She is there. Oh god.”

“Who?”

“Traci Walker, dude!” He exclaimed, blushing. “She is the hottest girl ever. I would give my left nut to date her.”

“We can arrange that.” I grinned, but I think he figured out that there was something sinister hidden behind my seemingly harmless smile. “You know, I could play with her mind. Make her love you. I can make you rich, famous. He-he, I can make you the next president of the United States. Everything depends on me.”

“Stop bragging about it. Damn.” He bit his lip, seeing as the show started and the first artists walked on the stage, singing some stupid Halloween song. “Can you make her smile?”

Looking at her I discovered that invading her mind was not complicated. Her head seemed empty at first as if she was not using her brain at all. And then, my dear fucking god. I was astonished by what I felt. An avalanche of thoughts, the rivers of ideas, the sea of dullness. Traci was quite busy, thinking about her dress, her looks, the clubs and the shopping at once. Not to mention the social media part, she seemed obsessed by it, wanting to get more and more attention without accomplishing anything. Wow, I was actually impressed meeting such a narcissistic shell of human being. I felt so small knowing what was going inside her, so small and weak against the whole endless universe of bullshit. She was full of thoughts but empty. Getting into teenage boys' brain was much more enjoyable experience. At least most of them were thinking about sex, computer games, and sport. I could relate to them.

“Sorry Max, she won't be good for you.” I stated, shaking my head to the sides, inhaling deeply.

“Oh come on. B-but you can make her... you know, suck my dick?” He asked, blushing. Oh, so this was what he wanted. Typical.

“Probably, but I would go insane.” I explained, grabbing the bottle of water, pouring it into the glass, giving it to Max. “You wanted her to become your assistant, right? I guess you will need to ask her again once we finish the show tonight.”

“You think so?” Max asked, his eyes narrowed, a hint of smile appeared on his face.

“She would do anything to get popular.”

Max walked into the locker room and started changing into his show costume. I couldn't help but smile, I loved peeping on him. To say the truth he wasn't embarrassed anymore, stripping almost fully in front of me, another boy. His little, white briefs were already tented. I guess the blue pill I gave him a few minutes before worked just fine. Oh yes, drugging him was just a first step in my grand plan. And Max, fully trusting in my good intentions was ready to rock the show in front of the whole school. I decided to play along, hugging the skinny boy from behind, placing my lips on his neck, kissing him. Sliding my hand down his pants I grasped the boy's painfully swollen organ and retracted his foreskin, causing him to hiss a little. We were ready, almost. Then, I noticed his necklace, he wasn't wearing it before.

“Hey, where did you get it?” I asked, grasping it, examining it with my fingers.

“Can't recall, this is my lucky charm, found it in the room when we moved in...” He paused and then began panicking. “Shit, we gotta go!”

“This, Ladies and Gentlemen, is a big deal! Our last performer will introduce you to some real magic. Let’s have a warm welcome for magician Max the Magnificent!”

Everything went as expected. The only people clapping were Max's friends and his family. The rest of the hall remained silent, some bored students started laughing as soon as Max appeared on the stage, pointing at him, making silly faces. The boy introduced himself and performed some easy, cheap trick, they saw it coming. They expected nothing more or less but pulling the scarf out of the sleeve. One person yawned, another man rolled his eyes, sighing. Actually, the only kid watching Max's every step was his little brother, who knew that the best was yet to happen. I smiled at him, forgetting that he can not see me. Turning my attention to Max I grasped the bottle of water he wanted to use in the first trick. The boy performing the show started waving his hands, making all the stupid noises, causing some kids to laugh even louder. But then - Oh yes, the whole hall went silent for a second. A lot of noises could be heard as the bottle levitated in front of the audience as I placed in on the table on the other side of the stage.

“Oooohh!” Max's little brother exclaimed, covering his mouth with his fists, all excited to see what will happen next.

“And pour.” Max ordered, pointing his wand at the glass. There was a stir in the crowd when this happened. The poor fools could not believe their eyes, everyone paid attention to Max, to his every move, trying to uncover the secret behind the tricks. Even the school bullies had their mouths wide open. That is, until the water filled the glass completely, leaking from it. “Enough!” Max shouted and then turned to me, whispering. “What'd you do that for?”

“Well, you never told me to stop.” I answered, another smug on my face. “They are rather impressed, aren't they? Just continue.”

“Aha! A deck of cards! And now I need a volunteer from the audience.” Max exclaimed slowly, basking in the glory as the whole hall was now staring at him. “You, sir! I want you to pick a card. But wait, don't come to me. The deck will come to you.”

The magic happened again. They gasped as the deck levitated through the air slowly. For them, there was no logical explanation to this. The real magic was in the making, Max was breaking the laws of physics and nature, he fooled them all in some way. Even the grown-up man scowled at him, trying to figure out what was going on. I looked at Max, he was happy, a smug on his face as he was peering at Traci. The girl smiled at him, biting her finger, winking. Oh, I needed to destroy their relationship sooner or later. That's for sure. After all, I did not want the stupid spoiled bitch to hurt the precious little Max.

“And now, sir, pick a card.” Max's voice could be heard in the whole hall. “Now, show it to the audience. And now, put it back to the deck. The deck will come back to me.”

Another series of loud gasps went through the hall as I started shuffling the cards mid-air while flying them slowly back to the boy standing on the stage. Some men started discussing loudly, wondering what trick Max used to achieve the effect, but they were quickly silenced by the rest of the audience. I was sort of surprised that nobody screamed "Burn the Witch!" yet.

“Three of hearts.” I stated, putting the deck in front of him.

“Was your card the three of hearts?” Max asked, grinning again, waving his wand up and down.

The audience went crazy, they figured out that there was no way for him to make a wild guess. Some of the girls from youngest classes started shrieking, waving at him. They loved him, the applause filled the hall. His mother seemed really proud of him, saying "that's my son." over and over, smiling and waving at him. Someone started taking photos, another guy reached for his mobile, recording the show. They were thrilled, wondering what will happen next.

“Are you ready?” I asked him, grasping his hand.

“Yeah.” He whispered softly, his voice seemed a bit low, he was still stressed. The boy turned to the crowd, exclaiming. “Ladies and Gentleman! Now, behold! The power of levitation!”

Holding Max by the waist I lifted him a few centimeters over the stage. As we were rising above, the people gasped again, shaking their heads in disbelief. The boy closed his eyes, relaxing totally, spreading his arms wide as if he was an airplane. Wiggling his legs to the sides he began flying over the audience. Some old lady fainted, the school bullies looked rather scared, I guess nobody saw it coming. This was like a dream. Nobody believed in the magic or paranormal powers. They considered Halloween nothing more or less but an opportunity to eat some candy. Idiots, fucking idiots. Max sure delivered the best show in the history of his school, leaving people speechless, becoming the most respected and popular person they knew. But I couldn't let him get too famous I did not want the eleven-year-old Max Doyle to become the superstar. I did not want to spoil him. This was why I needed to act quickly, to remind him that signing the pact with the devil had its price.

Just before we landed back on the stage, awaiting the applause to happen I grasped his pants, sliding them down his legs along with the underwear. One rapid motion was enough. It took him a while to realize what happened, perhaps he could not believe it at first. Max Doyle was exposed in front of over two hundred people, in front of cameras and cell phones, in front of his crush. His pale skin was clearly visible in the light filling the stage. His erected, teenage boyhood pointed toward the speechless crowd, throbbing slightly, the glans glistening. Starting wiggling to the sides he tried to cover himself, but I held him still. While the whole scene lasted just for five seconds I was sure that everyone had a chance to take a good look at his most intimate parts.

"No, stop recording!" Some adult shouted, grasping his son's mobile. But the damage was done already.

“No, no, no!” Max screamed, falling on the floor, defeated.

Well, he sure had his five minutes of fame. But now, as the tears filled his eyes he started running, pulling his pants up, hiding behind the stage. The whole hall filled with the loud conversations, most of the people were outraged. The young, teenage girls were giggling loudly, describing what they just saw. Everything changed in the fraction of a second. The crowd was no longer impressed with Max as if they forgot that the young boy was levitating, breaking all laws of nature. What about him? He locked himself in the locker room, bawling loudly. His mother was trying to talk to him, but Max was not replying.

“Damn, I can't believe your pants fell down.” I stated, walking through the wall, looking at him. His face was red from tears, a snot leaking down his nose, he was a mess again.

“It was all your fault!” He croaked, his throat seemed incredibly dry. I poured him another glass of the fresh water. “How could you...”

“It's not my fault. You should wear a belt or something. This sucks.” I tried to comfort him, watching as he emptied the glass almost fully. “Good, another dose of Viagra won't hurt him.” I thought.

“I don't believe you. I felt your hands...”

“Ok, cut it out, Max.” I interrupted him. “Thanks to it you will have another reason to run away from home. So, let's get back there and prepare for the trick and treating.” I suggested, looking at him. Once again, his eyes expressed nothing but hatred and aggression. Max surely wished someone to pay for what just happened. Or perhaps the little kid believed that it was just an accident?

Having only an hour to get prepared I watched as Max left the school with his mother and brother. No word was spoken, they were still shocked, not able to believe what just happened in front of them. Besides, the woman believed that Max was just toying with the crowd, the same way he was toying with her the day before. She started to think that her son was nothing more or less, but a pervert. Well, why not both? Max could be both the pervert and the magician, I guess. However, the little Jack was all excited, he clearly enjoyed the show.

“I will go with Jack, so he doesn't get lost.” His mom stated as they walked inside the home. “Do you want to stay here, or are you going to get some candy?” She asked, peering at her son, locking her eyes on him as if she hoped to penetrate his soul and learn the truth.

“Mom, listen. Y-you need to believe me. There's a ghost with us.” He confessed all of sudden, pointing at me. I rolled my eyes. "He helped me in the show, he abused me, he made..."

“Max, listen, baby.” The woman interrupted him, grasped his arms, looking into his eyes, speaking calmly, but I could sense the hint of fear in her voice. “Ghosts do not exist. If you want we can take you to the doctor. A good one, he will talk to you. You need to learn the difference between the real and virtual world. And don't mention it to your dad.”

“He's not my dad!” Max shrieked, running upstairs, locking himself in his room. “I hate him! I hate you all!”

Following him, I felt that the tension within me was peaking. I was feeding on his suffering. His tears were the sweetest life nectar. Max was becoming an outcast, getting closer to me, to the darkness, drifting away from his family. I wished I could stay there longer with him simply to see his corrupting going, but I assumed that the Halloween night was my last one. I was just taking my chances, and as soon as his relatives left the building I felt that I'm free to do anything I wanted. Walking inside his room I watched him resting on the top of his bed, bawling again, illuminated by nothing but the moon. The air seemed cold all of sudden, he shivered as I approached him. Then I sensed the scent of fear. Max stank of fear.

“What are you gonna do to me?” Max asked, choking back his tears, turning his blushing face to me.

“Depends on you, of course. Let's start with dressing you up for the trick and treating.” I suggested, looking at his confused face. Perhaps he expected that I will continue abusing him right away. Oh, but I preferred to catch him off the guard. “So, what's your Halloween costume?”

“I wanted to dress up as a ghost.” He sniffed, clenching his eyes again, crying. “Why won't you disappear? I-I hate you.”

“That's ironic.” I snarled and smiled right away. “I'm going to make sure that you will be the best ghost ever. A realistic one. With the howling and stuff. Especially the howling.”

As soon as Max reached for his costume and showed it to me I laughed again. It was a cheap one. The white sheet covering most of his body, black paint on the face, the ghost was clearly smiling, not scary at all. To be honest, the boy looked even more pathetic wearing it. On the other hand, it covered his face, nobody was able to recognize him and laugh. Surely, a lot of neighbor kids who attended the Halloween's show would bully Max as soon as they saw him. Besides, hiding his face was rather useful, considering he was about to run away from home. You might call it the perfect opportunity.

“You look like shit.” I snarled. “We need to fix that.”

Walking into the kitchen, I grabbed the scissors and the bottle of ketchup. I admit, it was not quite easy to make him scarier, but cutting some holes in the white sheet and spreading the ketchup stains all over it helped a little bit. Of course, the boy was stinking like a tomato, but this was what I wanted, to humiliate him. As I was painting his costume black and red I noticed that his penis was still erected. The Viagra pills were supposed to keep him going for at least two next hours, but I assumed that a young boy like him it will enjoy it even longer. Eventually, I reached for his shirt, pressing the scissors against his skin, tearing the holes in the cloth. As soon as I reached for his jeans he protested.

“No, stop. My mom will kill me. These are new pants.” He said in a rather scared voice. I knew he was afraid to stop me, seeing the passion in my eyes, as I clearly enjoyed applying his new make-up.

“Off with them.”

“What?”

“It's not that cold, you will be fine.” I reached for his zipper, sliding the pants down his legs, leaving him with nothing but the tattered shirt, underwear and socks. And the stupid ghost costume, of course.

“Oh...” I heard him sniffing. He was about to burst into tears again. Perhaps he figured it out? That running away from home will leave him vulnerable and expose all of his weaknesses?

“Now, about the howling...” I spoke and could not hide the sinister thoughts filling my head. My tone of voice clearly thrilled him, I noticed the goosebumps appearing on his skinny, naked legs.

I used all my force. Pushing Max toward the bed I rested on top of him, hoping to disarm him as soon as possible. Max was fighting just for a short moment, wiggling to the sides, a groan escaped his throat. Soon enough I sat on his stomach, pulling the white costume up, exposing his white, tented briefs. Now, he was unable to escape his torment, and I sensed the dark, empty pit in my stomach, as I realized that his fate depended only on me. Too bad that he was not able to see any of it, the white sheet obscured his vision. The little boy could only rest on top of the bed and pray.

Max was breathing heavily, his chest got tight and heavy, his head tingled. He was nothing more but a little, scared animal, caught in the trap. I kept feeding on his fear, getting stronger, grasping his underwear, sliding it down his legs. Now, when his sensitive boyish bits were totally defenseless I sighed lightly. A dream come true - you can't even imagine it, everything I wanted was there. A source of my dreams and his pain. A source of both agony and pleasure. Max's delicate organ twitched as I wrapped my fingers around it, retracting the foreskin forcefully. The purple head was swollen, full of blood, squeezed by his tight skin. Preparing to abuse his eleven-year-old body I reached into my pocket grabbing the long, thin, metallic object.

Biting my lip I used my fingers to spread the slit on the top of his glistening glans. The passage seemed incredibly narrow at first, but I figured out that his body was pretty elastic. Besides, I always wanted to try it, wondering if the pain was worth it. And Max was just a perfect test subject. He began wiggling as soon as the metallic edge touched his penis, but he was not aware what was ahead of him, he never saw it coming. I knew, I should be gentle with him, but I pressed hard, poking him and began to work the sound into his urethra. Max gasped and wailed. I swear, just a single centimeter was enough to make him bawling like a little baby, his hands turned into the fists, he grabbed the sheets, squeezing them tightly. And I kept forcing it in, holding his penis in an iron grip, watching as the cold rod vanished inside. Sure, it seemed cold to me, but Max had a different impression. The metallic object felt hot, it burned his skin, brushing against it, damaging him. Another centimeter went inside.

“Nicky...” A faint, almost distant voice reached my ears. I ignored it. It sounded weak, not important, nothing could stop me.

The urethra kept stretching, allowing me to penetrate it further. I was winning the battle, torturing his penis mercilessly. Max's body was working against him and I took advantage of it. The boy hissed through his clenched teeth as I started twisting the object to the sides. The wave of sharp pain surged through him and for the very first time Max screamed. This wasn't an ordinary scream, but a symphony of agony, the song of madness, Max was going insane, not able to control his emotions anymore. Still, bad for him, I thought most of the people would ignore such a scream on a Halloween night. And they did, nobody came to save him, but he kept yelling at the top of his lungs. Meeting a little resistance I started retracting the object, forcing it deep inside in a rapid motion. The young teen's whole body stiffened when the flames of torment burned him once more. The penetrated tunnel of his urethra was burning, causing him to squirm and scream bloody murder, the whole silent house filled with the loud, high-pitched shouts.

Poor guy was exhausted by the time only a single centimeter of the sound was sticking out of his erected boyish organ. Thanks to his pre-cum it went rather smooth. The fluid started oozing out in large amounts, quickly leaking down his shaft. Obviously, he was in a miserable state, he wanted to die, I knew it. The sting was unbearable, Max felt that his bladder was stuffed, he wanted to pee instinctively, but all the muscles refused to obey his command. Little he knew that peeing was going to be his biggest nightmare now. What's worse his penis seemed to merge with the rod inside, all hot, steel hard, pulsating with pain, tearing his groin apart. Even his small testicles felt like two hot embers. Shortly speaking - every single caress was a torture to his sensitive boyish parts.

“Up with your butt.” I ordered, grasping his legs and spreading them to the sides. “Yeah, that will do.”

Holding his wand I lined it up with his anus, grinning. It seemed so tight, despite my best efforts. Pushing inside I wondered if I will be able to penetrate him in a single motion. And you know what? I succeeded! Perhaps he never expected it to happen so fast, and never reacted, but as soon as he realized what happened his body responded. The soreness radiated from his abused anus, mixing with the other sources of pain. Max passed out for the second, and then started choking back his tears again, crying. No more screams or shouts, just the endless wailing. Perhaps he was feeling all dizzy or his sensed were obscured by the amount of pain he received, but he did not try to fight me as I ordered him to stand up. The boy acted like a mindless slave, a person who believed that everything was lost. If only you could see him walking! Can you imagine it? He was waddling like a duck, every step was a nightmare, full of discomfort and misery.

“Alright.” I looked at him, handing him the candy basket. “You are one realistic ghost now. Seriously. Let's try it out.”

I swear! I only adjusted the rod, swirling it a little, but his lament was rather impressive. Or perhaps I pressed a bit too hard? Oh, maybe. If only there was a costume contest nearby, I knew he would get the main prize! Walking out of the front door we slowly made our way toward the dark forest, my ultimate target. Even now, in the dark Halloween night, it seemed not real, like a place out of horror, and all the kids seemed to avoid it, whispering the spooky stories, pointing at it. Interestingly enough, nobody bothered us when we made our way to the first home. As soon as Max reached for the doorbell I grabbed his testicles.

"Nggh!" A single word escaped his throat.

Fuck me! The man was rather scared when he heard Max's wailing. Speechless, should I say. Wishing to make sure that our performance was impressive I squeezed Max's scrotum in my fist, twisting them to the sides, crushing the little nuts inside. Using my second hand I put some pressure on the steel rod, poking his bladder with it. Funny, he needed help, he needed someone to free him from the suffering and yet, everyone congratulated him for his acting. The little boy's face was full of tears, his body was shaking slightly as he received more and more candies, making his way to another house. Also, for some reason everyone ignored his clearly visible erection.

“Really impressive, Kid! Keep it up!” The man waved at him, laughing.

For my next trick, I used a needle. A small one, he was familiar with it, and I showed it to him as soon as the door opened. Max's eyes opened wide, his bawling got stronger when I placed the tip of the object at his glans, sliding it down slowly, marking my way to his testicles. Pricking him was fun, he never knew when I will attack, so I took my time to torture him psychically, choosing the right moment, catching him off the guard, causing him to howl in pain. And I quickly discovered that some spots were more sensitive than others. Want an example? When I pressed the needle against his reddened anus he screamed bloody murder, his voice echoed in the stillness of the gloomy night, causing the old lady to faint right away. No, I don't think Max killed her, I mean we never checked, running away.

Shedding more tears Max approached the last building, located just on the end of the street. I used this opportunity to penetrate his weakened mind, wondering what was he thinking, hoping to feel the pure pain surging through him. I ringed the bell and assaulted his brain. His mind was blank, a lot of distant words and events echoed inside it. The emotions and sensations were overwhelming, I had no idea how he managed to not go insane already. Perhaps he lived and hoped that the justice will prevail? Or was it the excruciating pain that obscured everything else? I had to admit, I hurt him pretty bad. I was afraid that he will never recover from it. "I'm just a kid. Why me? Why me?" Max kept asking himself the question over and over. After all, Max's swollen organ was nothing more or less but the source of greatest pain the boy ever felt, nothing compared to it. I knew all his thoughts. For example, Max considered ripping his own penis off bare handed, just to end it all. He also wondered what will happen to his sweet, virgin hole, the little wand felt uncomfortable between his cheeks, stretching him wide.

“Trick or treat.” I stated. Max's voice sounded weak, hoarse, his throat was dead dry.

With his basket full of candy, I grabbed his shaking, cold hand. Max was exhausted already, not able to utter a word, his body was so fragile, his spirit fading, I needed to act quickly. Besides, my own time was running out. I knew that within a few hours I will be no more, asleep for another year. And my greatest desire was yet to be fulfilled. We levitated for a solid few minutes above the trees. The cold sky met us with the smell of the autumn and the dead leaves. The night was pitch black, eerie, full of dark spirits and energy. It penetrated our bodies fully, oh yes, I could say that the Halloween night was special, magical. In the end, Max was praying for a safe, warm spot to rest. It happened, we reached the abandoned hut. A place in the middle of nowhere. Or perhaps the place between the worlds?

It struck me right away. The forsaken place seemed familiar. I knew these wooden walls, I walked this floor, I was more than sure that I was there before. And what's more, it was left intact - as soon as Max laid down on the floor I walked closer to one of the chests placed near the window. Everything was in there. My mind was clear, my memories were returning. I sensed the strange tingling in my fingers. They were getting lighter, pulsating with some strange power. And then, oh you won't believe it. My palms became so warm that I could see the faint ghostly flames dancing around them. The fire appeared out of nowhere, just when it was needed. Putting some logs in the fireplace I made sure that all the windows and doors were locked. And while Max was regaining his energy, lying in the fetal position, I started exploring the familiar place.

Holy shit. The world itself seemed to stop for a brief second as I discovered my grim past life. One of the walls was full of the skulls of little animals, mouses, squirrels, rats. I had them all, a rather impressive collection, forty-two white clean bones. But I never recalled killing all of them. Sure, I mentioned it already, I killed the animals just to learn some more about their anatomy, never for fun. Really. Besides, next to the wall, under the floor were my tools. Such a surprise that nobody found them yet – a small set of knives, a hammer, a rope, a microscope and some nails. I never told anyone about my secret base, but my instincts recognized it right away, leading me there again. A truly thrilling hut, which would send a shiver down someone's spine. But my arousal was peaking.

I used these tools right away, bounding Max's legs and hands, making him unable to escape. Of course, I knew he had nowhere to go, we were in the middle of the dark forest, full of terrors. Cutting his costume and clothes with the knife I left him naked in front of the fireplace. He lost his consciousness as soon as we approached the place, so I took my time to prepare. I figured it out that they will start looking for him in a few hours and that this forest will be the first place they will search. Now, only a single step remained.

It took him five minutes to wake up. Max was calm, he tried to remember everything that happened, but his memory was full of blank spaces, he blinked his eyes twice, trying to recognize the place. And then, when he was not expecting it, I kicked him directly in the balls. Within a second his face was full of emotions again, a grimace of both pain and surprise appeared on it as he howled, trying to cover himself. Discovering that he was tied up and unable to move he started wiggling his body on the floor, he was like a fish out of the water, a poor, weak thing. I reached for the sound sticking out of his urethra and pressed it with my thumb. Max's body stiffened, he held his breath as the pain peaked. Strangely enough, the transparent, sticky precum was still leaking out of him.

“Motherfucker!” He shouted, shutting his eyes tight, bawling. “I just... I just can't!”

He could not imagine that I wanted to introduce him to even worse pain. Grasping the wooden stick from between his cheeks I retracted it in one sharp motion, hurting his rectal muscles. To my surprise, a little bit of blood followed. I guess that's normal for virgin boys, right? I could say Max's hole was hungry for more, gasping, waiting to be filled. Digging my fingers into his anus I played with it, pinching the sensitive skin, pressing my nails against it. Every tear and scream, every silent mumble was bringing me closer to my biggest desire. And finally, it happened. Resting next to him I placed my glans at the puckered anus and leaned closer to his ear. The scent of fear and his tears was almost overwhelming, driving my senses crazy. Max was just asking for it.

“You will remember it till the end of your life.” I hissed, biting on his earlobe. “A-And I will remember your sweet, tight cunt.”

As soon as I adjusted Max's position, pressing his legs against his chest, he was exposed to penetration and unable to escape it. I wanted to impale him on my swollen penis in a single motion, break him apart, feel his insides and tight muscles squeezing around my organ. Sure, perhaps I was not the biggest and well-endowed kid in the world, but big enough to make Max suffer. Pressing forward I watched as my glans disappeared between his legs. His torment was getting stronger as I pushed further, meeting no resistance, stretching him like never before. Oh, Max tried to fight me, believe me, he tried. But his sphincter, all of his muscles, every little cell of his body refused to obey the boy's command. They were busy transmitting the pain to his brain.

His body welcomed me, trying to accommodate my hard penis, providing me with intense waves of shock as I was getting deeper, defeating the last barriers, brushing my glans against Max's blazing prostate. Max was tight, and I mean it, the narrow walls of his anus were opening before me, becoming all swollen and bruised as I assaulted them mercilessly. His sobbing, the sweet melody kept me going. Every time I pushed a loud groan escaped his dry throat, his penis twitched, another wave of pain surged through him. For Max it seemed impossible, he was penetrated by more and more of the never-ending phantom shaft, he felt it everywhere, even in his stomach, he knew that soon his little anus will be torn apart, his body split in two. The sharp pain obscured his vision and echoed in his brain, the boy had to clench his eyes and teeth as I forced myself into him harder than before.

“Almost there, Max.” I stated, grasping his cheek hard, digging my nails into his skin.

The base of my penis touched his swollen, reddened hole, marking my victory. Max was mine, unable to escape. I began fucking him. Retracting only half of my length I assaulted him again, gasping for breath. The abandoned hut, full of Max's screams, was now also filled with the loud sound of my body slamming against his, as I speed up my movements. I was merciless, using him, he was my toy, his only purpose was to satisfy me. I inhaled his scent one more time – we were sweating badly, exchanging our fluids. The thrusting was getting easier as more of my precum coated his rectum. Oh, not only my precum, but also his blood. Yes, I think the heartless penetration wounded him. The minor cuts, which I inflicted on him earlier, were stretched and ripped, forming larger wounds.

“Lick them.” I stated, putting two, blood-covered fingers at his lips. I don't think he was able to comprehend what was happening to him. Once again, he almost blacked out, the amount of pain was excruciating. “Hey, want me to circumcise you?” I asked, smearing the blood across his face.

“No... Please...” He stated in voice so weak that I could barely hear him. He wasn't even screaming or gasping no more. Just resting on top of the floor, allowing me to use him.

Fucking him was as good as I imagined. A number of sensations, scents, and sounds surrounding me were truly impressive. This was something I can't describe, something I can't forget. All I can say is that my first time fucking a boy was a truly thrilling experience.

Filling his bowels with my hot seed was also different from what I imagined. I felt so powerful, kept pressing forward as if my instincts were telling me that I needed to impregnate him. The rush of blood and pheromones surged through me, I held him in an iron grip, marking him forever. Essentially, I emptied my testicles fully, causing the sperm to leak from his anus as soon as my orgasm started. An incredible amount of it, should I mention. In the end, his swollen, dark red anus was gaping wide, leaking, abused. The fluids were forming a nice puddle of both cum of blood under him. He was virgin no more. Kneeling in front of his face I wiped my penis with it. Max looked at me, his eyes were so small, sleepy, but a hint of a smile appeared on his face as he stared at me.

“M-Mom?” The boy asked. His voice was weak, distant, a bit sad. “Is that you? Mommy?”

I slapped Max hard, so he regained his consciousness once again, his nose started bleeding. Grasping his penis I started masturbating him slowly, stopping as soon as I noticed that the orgasm approached him. I guess I played with him for solid ten minutes, denying him from reaching the climax over and over. Now, both the pain and pleasure were torture for him, the tension and stinging were unbearable, surging through his limp body. So, wasting no time I fucked him again, adoring the narrow tunnel between his legs, kissing his body, claiming him fully. The forbidden fruit tasted better every time I did it. And just like a few days ago – I could not recall how many orgasms I had. It seemed to happen over and over, an eternal thrusting, the river of blood and semen, the symphony of pain.

Eventually, everything went black. Poor, eleven years old Max was left behind. Abused, bound, raped. So helpless and fragile. I wished to stay, I wished to ask for his forgiveness. But the dark limbo called me. Being the son of darkness, the rider of the apocalypse, the worst nightmare, I had to disappear.