#no sex

gamesmachine:

I’m racing across town. I’m in a mad rush. My mind is focused on one thing and one thing only right now…him. He’s finally here… And I can’t get to his hotel fast enough. Granted, once I get there, I plan to play it cool. We agreed to be adult about this and not rush into anything too soon. We’re going to take our time and get to know one another. No sex. I have to keep reminding myself of this. No sex. Maybe if I keep repeating it, my pussy won’t be so wet and hot for him. Yeah, right. But that’s the deal. No sex. We’re gonna keep ourselves under control.

But damn, the first time we met, the sexual tension was palpable. We wanted one another so badly. I’ll never forget walking up those steps to meet him…seeing him sitting there. My god, I couldn’t get to him fast enough. And then he stood up to hug me, this magnificent older man. As he bent down to greet me and his long, strong arms enveloped me, I realised his presence was extraordinary. He had this way about him that put me at ease immediately. And not only was he insanely gorgeous with his blue eyes, thick hair with distinguished white streaks at the sides, and killer smile, but he had a masculinity about his body and the tone of his muscles. He was fit in every sense of the word. My heart is in my throat just thinking about our first moment together.

But no. Not today. Today we’re going keep the sexual tension under wraps. We’re going take our time to get to know each other better in person. We’re not some horny high school kids. We can control ourselves. We CAN control ourselves. No sex.

But I’m not totally buying into my own bullshit thoughts as I briskly walk through parking lot of his hotel. After regaining some composure and deliberately slowing down, I quickly glance in the mirror of a parked car to make sure my thick, pouty lips are looking kissable. Check. I straighten my casual black cotton dress. I give my boobs a quick push in the upward direction, then off I stride towards the front entrance of the hotel. I walk like some high class prostitute. I don’t give a fuck right now. I get to see HIM.

I scurry rapidly into the lobby of the hotel. I check my phone to retrieve his text. “I’m here, baby. Room 312. Come as soon as you can.” That was only 20 minutes earlier. I probably look way too eager showing up so soon, but I don’t care. He’s here again. Finally.

I walk over to the elevator and press the UP button. I press it again and again impatiently. Finally, after what seems like an eternity, the elevator beeps and the doors open. It’s empty. I leap inside and press the “3” button, then press the “>> <<” button several times to get those doors closed and send me on my way up. I arrive on the third floor and shuffle down the hallway until I’m standing in front of Room 312. I tousle my long, thick, brown curls and straighten my dress once more. I purse my lips together, then take a deep breath. I build up the courage to allow my knuckles to make contact with the door, signalling my arrival. I hear some noises on the other side of the door, then loud thuds across the floor. His footsteps. The door unlocks and swings open. And there he is, standing on the other side of it. He greets me with a warm smile, “Rachel!”

“Jeff,” I say as I feel my face flush a bit.

“Come in,” he says, stepping aside. I walk into the tiny foyer of his hotel room and freeze as he closes the door and re-locks it. He turns to me and looks me dead in the eyes. I’m staring back up at him intensely. Our eyes are locked. Our bodies, motionless. But the heat between us, without another word spoken, is off the charts. It’s almost painful. Without warning, he takes an aggressive step towards me. Suddenly his fingers are entangled in my hair, his other arm is around my waist, pulling me into his strong, massive, gorgeous body, and his lips are pressed tightly against mine. I feel my body go limp from the pure ecstasy of one simple kiss…a kiss we’ve both rightfully longed for. He pulls me tighter, even closer against him. I moan against his mouth as my nails dig into his biceps. I feel his cock growing and twitching in his jeans against my exposed left thigh. He then moans in answer, but quickly breaks his lips away from mine. He’s still close to me, but I feel lost for a moment without our bodies pressed against one another. My inner child pouts, wanting his lips on mine again. But I crane my neck to look up at his massively tall stature and take him in. He is a god amongst men. Jeff seemingly towers over me by almost an entire foot. His once thick curls are now shaven down. His broad shoulders are so intimidating. His large hand reaches up and brushes my cheek. I realise my mind has been wandering, filled with lust for this glorious specimen of a man that I just want to drink in for an eternity. “That kiss….” he whispers, his voice trailing off.

“I know….” I breathe, then look up into his eyes again. He stares back, a fire clearly burning within him. I’m quite sure my eyes mirror his as I feel a fire burst forth from deep within me. I bite my lip, which seems to trigger something animalistic within him. He growls at me - a deep, guttural growl like a wild animal. Again he lunges at me, taking my face in his strong hands, and kissing me even more deeply than before. Our tongues entwine this time, exploring each other’s mouths. Licking, tasting, savouring.

I didn’t realise he’d been pushing me backwards until I feel my back hit the wall with a small thud. He never breaks our passionate kisses, but his hands leave my face and travel downward to my big, beautiful tits. With forcefulness, he grasps them and gives them a possessive squeeze. He moans against my mouth. I moan back as my hands devilishly snake downward and rub his cock on the outside of his jeans. His entire body shivers beneath my touch. He breaks our kiss, but rests his forehead against mine as his eyes squeeze shut and his mouth falls open. I keep rubbing his clearly immense cock and just watch him submit to my touches. I feel extremely in charge to have such a man weak from my very caress. My victory doesn’t last long, though. He looks down at me, towering over me in the most deliciously intimidating way. That fire in his eyes is more brilliant than ever. Without a word, he pushes up the hem of my dress, reaches down the front of my panties, and glides his fingers through my soaking wet slit. I close my eyes tight and lean back against the wall for support as my knees buckle beneath me. Two of his fingers find their way downward and he pushes them inside me…hard. I can feel him watching me as he begins to fuck me deftly with his index and middle fingers. I can’t bare to look at him…I’m already too lost.

He pushes his body against mine again and whispers, “You like that, Rachel?”

“Yes,” I pant.

“You made my cock painfully hard.”

I nod, unable to find my words.

“I should punish you for that.”

I nod again, agreeing to whatever this fleshy god of a man wants from me.

He swiftly removes his fingers from within me. In one quick motion, he rips my panties off of my body and tosses them aside. I’m still dazed - drunk on lust and emotion. I don’t even notice as he undoes the button of his jeans, unzips them, and frees his sublime cock. I didn’t get to see it, though I knew by instinct that it was perfect in every way. I’m brought back to reality as he presses me hard against the wall, lifts one of my legs, and guides his cock so that the tip of it rests against my slippery folds. He leans into me and our foreheads touch again. I can both feel and hear his laboured breathing. He pushes his entire body forward slowly. I savour each inch as he fills my tight pussy with his hard shaft, stretching me wider and wider, until he’s deep within me. He withdraws gently. I feel so empty as he leaves my body, but then he quickly fills me up again, making me feel whole once more. He kisses me. I kiss him back as he moves slowly in and out of my body. His other hand finds my breasts again, squeezing and pinching. I reach down and pull them free from inside my bra and dress. His mouth falls open at the sight. Without missing a beat, he grabs one of my tits and brings it towards his mouth as he leans down and begins sucking on my nipple. His huge, thick cock continues to move in and out of my cunt with burning precision.

“Oh, Jeff….” I whisper as I run my fingernails over his scalp, digging in ever so slightly to signal my pure pleasure. He moans against my nipple, sucking harder at it. I’m more wanton than I’ve ever been in my entire life. “Jeff…Jeff, baby…fuck me.”

I don’t know why my seemingly small plea stopped him dead in his tracks - but it did. He stopped every delectable thing he was doing to my body, stood up, and just stared down at me. Again our eyes met. This time, though, I wasn’t sure what he was thinking. He was just staring at me, but his eyes had a wickedness behind them…a wickedness that was sure to work in my favour.

But then he suddenly pulled his cock from within me altogether and again I felt a void without the luscious invasion he was driving through my body. And when he turned and began to walk away from me, I felt a literal and figurative distance between us that I didn’t appreciate at all. He went over to the desk nearby and in one swoop of his manly arm, cleared everything that was on it and sent it all crashing to the floor. He took the three steps back towards me, grabbed me by the wrist, and pulled me towards him. Jeff scooped me up into his arms again, kissing me with a fever I’d never experienced before. Our kiss was over as soon as it’d begun, though. He guided me towards the desk and positioned me so that I was forced to bend over it. When I looked up, I noticed I was now in front of a mirror. As I rested my body weight on my elbows, I saw my tits still swinging free of my bra and dress. My nipples were just barely grazing the cold, hard, lacquered wood of the desk’s surface, making them stiff.

I gazed into the mirror just in time to see a huge smirk across Jeff’s face. He, too, had been watching my nipples stiffen beneath me. He lifted the hem of my dress so that it rested on the small of my back. The smirk never left his face as he undressed himself. I watched and patiently awaited my fate. Soon, he was fully naked. Over my shoulder, I could finally see his huge erection in all it’s glory. It was as I suspected - fucking perfect.

Jeff leans his body over mine, placing his hands on the desk mere inches from my own. I can feel his hard, beautiful cock resting against the crack of my ass as he presses his chest into my back and we stare into the mirror before us, into each other’s eyes. “So beautiful,” he whispers as he bends and kisses down my shoulder. My lips part to say something in return, but no words escape as I feel his lips come into contact with my hot skin. I’m so utterly lost to this beautiful man.

I feel him position himself at the entrance of my vagina again. Our eyes are locked on one another in the mirror as he begins to re-enter me. Simultaneous moans of relief escape our lips as he sinks balls deep within me once more. He holds himself motionless inside me - not only letting me adjust to his massive girth, but also savoring his flesh against mine. Soon, though, it’s apparent that neither of us can wait much longer. He begins to move his delicious cock in and out of my soaking wet pussy again. Just as I close my eyes and concentrate on the fluid movements of our bodies, he grabs a handful of my hair and jerks my neck to one side. My eyes pop open as he sinks his teeth into the flesh of my neck, biting me, sucking on me, marking me. “Yessssssssssssssss,” I hiss. This brings a devilish smile to his face and his pace quickens.

His hands move beneath me and find my breasts. His thumbs and forefingers find my nipples and begin twisting and tweaking them. I’m pushing my ass back against him to meet his thrusts. His face is next to mine and we’re watching each other in the mirror. Our lips slightly parted, beads of sweat already rolling down our foreheads from the excitement of it all. “Oh baby… do you… know what… I want?” he asks between thrusts, through gritted teeth. I shake my head, still unable to muster words as he relentlessly pounds my cunt. “I want you… to cum… all over… my cock.”

I shake my head in agreement as he removes one of his hands from my tit and brings it down and around to my pussy. He misses a thrust, only to allow his hand to snake beneath us both. His fingers part my soaking wet pussy lips and his index finger immediately finds my hard clit. “Oh, Princess… you’re so wet for me,” he purrs. “I love it… I love you… I love what we do… to each other. My god, Rachel, your clit is already so hard.” He holds me tight with his free hand and lifts me onto his pistoning cock as his pelvis presses forwards. His fucking of me is sublime and I feel every inch of that slippery erection stretch my depths with every stroke. His thrusting sends him deeper as I begin to push back against him, matching his rhythm stroke for stroke. Electricity seems to spark through my womb, past my cervix and into the walls of my vagina. I feel even wetter as his hot cock head begins to pummel my twitching cervix. A heat that rapidly spreads through my body… my breasts enlarge, my nipples harden and my flesh reddens. “Oh Rachel… Are you ready… to cum for me?” He pants as he notices my condition in the tell tale mirror.

I nod excitedly as beads of sweat form and sparkle upon my skin. His index finger starts pressing down on my clit, making swirling motions as well as up and down movements simultaneously. All the while, his glorious cock is still moving in and out of my hot little pussy at a fevered pace. My entire body is on fire from emotion and lust. This perfect man assaulting every pleasurable spot all at once - it was just too much. I didn’t want to cum yet, but there was no humanly possible way to stop myself. I had no choice but to give in to my body as it started convulsing. Waves and waves of pleasure began beneath his fingers and spread to every inch of my flesh, right down to my toes. I stiffened beneath him and rode out the best cum of my life, my pussy creaming all over his harder than hard dick as he continued to fuck me, undaunted.

Finally, my orgasm subsided and I was left in a heap of spent nothingness on the desk. Jeff lifted me slightly, pulled my dress up over my head, discarded it onto the floor at our feet, then laid me back down onto the desk before him. His fingers fumbled with my bra for a moment until he was able to remove that as well; it joined my dress. His penis looked painfully hard… and wet, covered from tip to balls with my creamed ejaculate. It shone in the low level light and looked at that moment to be the most desirable thing I wanted in the world. A small droplet of precum formed at his slit as he grabbed the sides of the desk. It took everything I had left in me just to look up in the mirror and see his knuckles turning white. I knew then that I was in for it.

His magnificent manhood pressed home and disappeared inside easily, filling me with a completeness and his poker hot warmth. Without a word, he began his outstanding assault on my pussy once more. There was no build-up. Jeff started fucking me as hard as he could, with everything he had. I put my hands up onto the mirror in front of us and pushed back to steady myself, giving him full access to my entire being. He thrust inside me harder and harder, until I knew by the look on his face that an explosion was imminent. He pulled his monstrous cock from within in me and stroked it with his hand a few times until his cum was shooting all over me like a beautiful white fountain. It kept flowing from within him - spurt after spurt - covering my shoulders, my back, my ass. Eventually, with a satisfied grunt, he let go of his magnificent cock and placed his hands on the desk on each side of me to steady himself, breathing heavily as we continued to stare at each other via the mirror. Soon, he smiled, “No sex today, remember?”.

Spent, naked, and covered in cum as I still laid beneath him on the desk, I giggled. “No sex,” I repeated.

Jeff reached down, grabbed his t-shirt, and wiped his cum off my back with it. After tossing it aside, he reached beneath my waist and pulled me upright. I leaned back against him. There we stood, both naked in front of his hotel room mirror, two very happy, very satisfied souls. He spun me around to face him and gave me a light kiss on my nose. He then turned and guided me towards the bed. We hurriedly climbed in and he immediately pulled me close to him. We spent the afternoon cuddling and talking - about nothing and everything. We agreed, of course, that there wouldn’t be ANY more sex for awhile. No sex. None. That monumental agreement lasted all of 10 minutes before his exquisite invasion of my body began once again….

Synopsis: Ten young, homophobic adults gather for Halloween. At 10 PM, lights shut off, phones fry up, game starts and none can leave. What’s more, it seems there is one imposter among them. Can they make it out until morning? What is this “game” all about anyway?

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~ Saturday, October 31st, 2020 — 7:00 PM ~

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The full moon forecasted on Halloween, a Saturday, promised a memorable night… if it was not for the whole pandemic thing. Halloween couldn’t just be cancelled. There could have been a tornado or an earthquake and the festivities would have still happened. Who cared for a stupid invisible virus! 

It was a mild evening by the Wrights’ house on the outskirts of Austin Town. Dimitri, a tall twenty-year-old who lifted weights daily had invited a couple of buddies for Halloween. He didn’t care for the pandemic and had the mansion by himself since his parents were out of town — he forgot exactly where. But all he cared for, in the moment, was throwing the party with his friends. He put on a cowboy hat, a checkered vest and a pair of faded jeans to look the part. The only boots he found around his home were his father’s 13s, which felt tight on the sides for his big boy ones. After all, he was two inches taller than his six-foot dad.

The mansion hall was grandiose, looking as if it came from a movie or catalogue. A big staircase sculpted into rich oak wood crept the left wall of the hall and led to the upper rooms. On the right wall, a more discreet yet still impressive staircase led down to the basement, where the theatre room and the home bar would receive the guests later during the night. Next to the last staircase, wide double doors opened on a spacious living room. A fireplace took place on the left wall, right next to a sturdy door, and under a big plasma TV. Two long couches surrounded a glass table at the centre of the room, onto which half a dozen big bowls were filled with candies and chips. Against the farther wall, a tennis table had been set up by the garage door, onto which red plastic cups had been piled.

Right next to the table, Dimitri’s best friend Asher was sitting on a stool with a beer can in hand. The 5′9″ man did not wait for other guests to show up before cracking up a beer and taking a handful of chips. He was dressed up in camo clothes and a war helmet — which consisted of a grotesquely painted bicycle helmet. The man scrolled through the song playlist in his phone, plugged into the speakers, hanging in the high corners of the room. He had created a selection of spooky and Halloween-themed song to play, but had somehow managed to either lose or erase it. To his feet under the table, Dimitri had a cooler which contained the few six-packs of beers he’s brought along for the night — probably the only six-pack thing about the bulky guy. Whereas Asher did not have abdominals to show, the bearded redhead had his own share of strength.

Asher was telling his friend the latest conquest he’s had when a loud booming car entered the driveway. The two men looked through the wide windows of the living room, noticing how more of the guests arrived. Two more men and their girlfriends walked out of the car. The two girls were the first to get out, a short yet curvy dirty blond and a tall svelte latina with jet black hair. A short man on the passenger side joined the girl of similar height while the driver, a giant although quite lanky young man, turned the ignition off and joined with the crew.

“Yo! Is that the double Js!” Asher called out through the window with a tipsy laugh, before following the host back in the hall to greet the guests.

“In the flesh and the hair!” The taller man — Sebastian Joseph — replied with a wide grin over his stubbly face, ruffling his head full of shaggy chestnut hair for effect.

The other shorter guy — Theodore James — walked with a crate full of beers, letting out an enthusiastic “got the booze” to the host. Albeit not dressed in their costumes yet, the quartet had a few bags with them, giving the impression they would change once inside.

“Need help with something, boys?” The raven-haired girl asked with a giggle.

“I do, Mathy, but I doubt your ‘tall-boi’ here would agree to share ya with me.” Asher chuckled before receiving a playful blow from giga-Seb on the shoulder.

The girls jiggled between each other at the display of rough masculinity between the guys. Theo made himself silent as he brought the beer and his backpack inside.

“Perhaps Theo might be more compliant on the deal with Jenny, though.” The womanizer grinned as he sized up the short blond.

“Don’t you dare touching my girl, bro!” Theodore shouted from the inside.

“Bro, just keep your dick in your pants.” Dimitri slapped his best friend teasingly on the back as he was taking a sip of beer, resulting in him spitting some down.

“Dude, bro! Don’t do that! You can’t waste that shit!” Asher dramatized as booze also leaked into his beard and camo vest.

In the middle of laughs, the short girl asked if there was a room where they could get changed.

“Yeah, there’s a bathroom in the corridor behind the stairs.” Dimitri pointed at the staircase. “First door to your left, girls.”

“Need some assistance, girls?” Asher joked again.

“We’ll be fine, dickhead.” Jenny rolled her eyes, although still amused. “Come on, Mathilda.”

“You’ll see, boys. Once we’ll be out, you’ll be the ones asking for our help!” The latina giggled, winking at them before following her bossy little friend.

“I’ll be waiting for that!” Asher exclaimed, grabbing his crotch for emphasis.

“Dude, have you gotten laid recently?” Sebastian elbowed the bulky womanizer.

“I did, but that pandemic thing right now is really killing my strike. Can’t believe there’s so many scared pussies around. It’s terrifying for the male race, dude.”

“Unless you’re a fag, bro!” Sebastian chuckled.

“Aww, fuck off, dude!” Asher smirked before finishing his beer. “Hmm… let me get myself another one. Or just come in and get one yourself.”

The three guys went into the living room, where Theodore was missing.

“Theo? Buddy? Where’re you at?” Dimitri called the little guy.

“I think he went for the kitchen.” Sebastian said, pulling a furry toque from the bag in his hands.

“Alright, I’m gonna check on him if he needs anything.”

Dimitri left his two friends going in the living room and went for the double doors leading to the left of the hall. He entered a large dining room with a long table that could welcome a dozen people to eat. He remembered how his mother, a judge in the federal court, used to make parties with her colleagues years ago. The expanse of the furniture in the room proved to be useful when his brother or himself invited friends over. The host walked past a second fireplace in the dining room until he reached a broad door leading into the kitchen. Right by the counter, Theodore was looking as if he was texting someone.

“Hey, dude, what are you doing?”

Theo startled at the question, not realizing someone had walked in on him. He turned around with a blush on his face and a nervous laugh.

“Hey! I… didn’t hear you walking in.”

“Bro… I know this face! Who were you talking to?” Dimitri asked with a coy grin, lowering his voice.

“No one!” Theo brushed off, storing his phone back into his pocket and proceeding to store some food and booze in the fridge for later tonight.

“Your call, dude!” Dimitri lifted his hands in acceptance. “C’mon and get your ass in the room with the boys! Let’s get this party going!”

Right on cue, Asher’s spooky music started blowing through the speakers of the living room. As they joined Asher and Seb, the two men were just starting a beer pong game. Seb had put on the toque on his head and a plaid jacket on top of his now naked chest. The lanky giant had a few sparse chest hair and a meagre treasure trail, but little to no definition whatsoever. To complement the look, he even had an axe which he let by the couch for the moment.

“Hope you don’t mind the view, guys!” Sebastian mocked by faking a striptease.

“You’re such a dork, Seb!” Theo guffawed at the ridicule of his friend.

“Hey, not my fault if no one can resist me! Remember that gay dude in High School, guys?”

“That was fucking hilarious!” The short guy laughed at the memory.

“SUP, BITCHES!” A voice echoed from the hall.

The crew turned around and greeted with enthusiasm the arrival of a new party member. Already wearing his costume, Wesley entered the place like he owned it. The man was wearing old ratty and torn clothes as well as a puffy hat. His face looked even paler than usual and large dark circles surrounded his eyes as if he hadn’t slept in ages.

“What are you dressed as, my old Wes?” Sebastian asked with a toothy grin, welcoming him with an arm around the shoulders. “A tramp?”

“Funny one, Seb! Nah, I’m more like an undead or zombie kinda thing. Or a Frankenstein, whatever.”

“Actually, Frankenstein is the scientist and not the monster.” Theodore intervened. “I doubt you meant the—…”

“Ahh shut up, nerd. You know who I’m talkin’ about.” Wes spited in annoyance.

“Hey, play cool, guys.” Dimitri chuckled. “Say, how about we play some beer pong?”

“Well, I think I’m gonna take a shit while you’re debating what you’re gonna do.” Asher said.

“That’s fucking nasty, dude!” Seb grimaced and chuckled at the same time.

“Guess you’ll have to take the downstairs one, dude. The bitches are taking their sweet fucking time here.” Dimitri said, just loud enough so that the girls in question could hear his comment.

“Tie a knot with your dicks if you can’t wait, fuckers!” They heard back from the bathroom, probably from Jennifer.

“Are we having some single ladies tonight?” Wes asked with a devious grin plastered on his face, idly rubbing his crotch.

“Apparently not, bro.” Asher sympathized with a shoulder pat as he walked past him.

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~ Saturday, October 31st, 2020 — 7:30 PM ~

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It was pretty annoying how, despite the good insulation of the house, Larry could still hear the noise of his big brother’s party upstairs. With the pandemic stuff going on, he would have thought he could just spend a nice calming night playing videogames just as he always does. Oh well. The six-foot eighteen years old stretched into his gaming chair, dropping his Xbox controller on his lap. While he used to be a regular gym goer, the pandemic had benefited him and his brother with buying gym equipment. Well, it was their parents who actually paid, but that was beside the point. Between gaming and working out, Larry had grown a more athletic shape without even needing to leave the house. Sure, he wanted to eventually achieve thick proportions like Dimitri, who could almost pass for a bodybuilder now, but he believed he’d get there sooner or later.

“Yo! Lar!” A voice boomed into the room as the door barged opened.

The young man jumped with surprise at the sudden outburst. He turned around, mostly nude except from an old stained pair of boxer shorts covering his junk. There, in the entrance, stood Asher, booze in hand, laughing.

“Phew! Glad I didn’t barge into you whacking off again!” The trickster exclaimed.

“Get the fuck out!” Larry snapped, beet red.

Larry grabbed onto the first object he didn’t value much — an empty beer can — and threw it at his brother’s friend, who closed the door just in time. The gamer heard the man step away, still laughing. His heartbeat was still high, but Larry was calming down. He turned back to his station and tried changing games, only to remember his account had been suspended from Fortdey.

“Guess I’ll just play some Olah Reach.” The teen shrugged, scratching at the rough stubble he had not shaved in days.

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~ Saturday, October 31st, 2020 — 7:45 PM ~

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“How do I look?” Mathilda asked to her friend as she applied the makeup.

“You’re looking like a queen.” Jennifer complimented, finally stepping and showing her the result.

The Latina beamed with joy at her display in the mirror. She looked just like Cleopatra. As for her shorter pal, she had disguised herself with a little white dress and brought her hair into a green flowery bulb on top of her head. Pink heels, transparent wings and a rooty wand complemented her appearance as a forest fairy.

“Ready to show off to the boys?” Jennifer enticed.

“You bet your ass, girl!”

“Let’s get a round of salute!”

“Heeeere we coooome!” Mathilda announced to the guys as they walked out into the lobby.

Crossing the hall into the living room, the chicks were greeted with a series of wolf whistles and acclamations. Since the moment they entered the bathroom, a few more guests had joined the party. In addition to Wes, two more men had arrived.

One of them was Braxton, an ex-neighbour of Dimitri, who moved before High School. Tall and wide-shouldered, he was almost matching Dimitri’s body builder size at about 250 pounds. Member of the football team back then, and again in college, Braxton had decided against all originality to disguise himself as a footballer for Halloween.

“Talk about original, huh, Brax?” Jennifer snarked.

“That’s because you’ve not seen anything yet, little girl.” He chuckled, removing his helmet.

Right under the headwear, the sportsman had apparently covered his face in makeup to look like some werewolf. He had even added pointy ears and fake fangs to complement the disguise.

“Wow! I must say I’m surprised you actually put some effort in your costume.” Mathilda nodded.

“Hmm, yeah, I agree.” Her friend approved.

“Now, does any of you wants to play with the big wolf on campus? Grrrr!” The jock joked as he acted the part.

“Only if you want me to turn you into a cute puppy!” Jennifer said with a smile, raising her wand to playfully poke the footballer’s nose.

“Oh! Turn him into a cat! It would look great with my costume!” The Cleopatra giggled along.

“You girls are helpless!” The last guest spoke, disguised as Captain America.

With his blond hair and chiselled jaw, devoid of any, the man actually looked like the Steve Rogers from the Marvel comics. Albeit a little shorter than the canon superhero, the second jock was still taller than average at 5′11″ and he depicted a stature that testified countless hours dedicated to the gym.

“Victor! It’s been so long since I last saw you!” The short fairy exclaimed.

“Victor?! Damn, dude, what are you on?! Tell me that’s part of the costume!” Mathilda gasped, putting a hand on her chest as she observed the massive bulk threatening the sleeves to tear.

“That’s all me, ladies!” Victor laughed with his loud rich voice, flexing a bicep for evidence.

The girls could almost hear in their head the seams about to rip as he tensed the enormous arm, unfortunately inaudible through the booming music.

“I’ve been hitting the gym pretty hard, you see, babes?”

“You can show off all you want, bro, but you ain’t got nothing on these guns!” Braxton chimed in, pushing his longtime friend aside to flex.

“At least I’ve still got abs, bro!” Victor scoffed at him by shaking the soft midsection.

“Put your faggy hands away, bro! It’s padding for the field!”

“Sure, bro. Sure. Just be careful so that I don’t mistake you for a bear next time we go hunting, bro!”

The two teasing jocks gave each other a few hits before erupting with laughter. However, when they turned around to see the girls, they had since long left them to their silly talk. They had joined in with Dimitri to play beer pong — their boyfriends nowhere to be found. The two meatheads exchanged a wolfish grin and went after the two women, intent on playing a few drinking ones with them.

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~ Saturday, October 31st, 2020 — 9:15 PM ~

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Settled in the study, Sebastian and Wesley had been smoking and relaxing aside from the main events of the party, taking some time to catch up. Ever since Wesley has moved district with his parents as a teen, the two of them hadn’t seen each other as much as they used to in elementary school. They ended growing up in quite different neighbours. While Sebastian had lived in a middle-class environment, Wesley had been subjected to a rather lower one. Sebastian never really knew why Wes’s folks relocated there, but suspected they might have struggled financially. The roughness of these new surroundings perhaps contributed to Wes becoming reckless and carefree in the last couple weeks, such as starting taking and exchanging drugs and booze. Nonetheless, he was still Sebastian’s old friend and the tall lad just simply couldn’t forget the strong bond they’ve built up many years ago.

The two men were chilling peacefully when the door to the study opened by Theodore, dressed as a wizard with a blue robe and hat. The short pal had put on a ridiculous fake white beard, but had it off in his hands, the material itching him after a while. Even if he wasn’t fond of having his glasses daily — usually opting for contacts — Theo had decided to put on the nerdy eyewear his parents shamefully bought him a couple months ago, before the pandemic happened.

“There you are, guys!” Theo blurted out. “We were looking for you everywhere! Well, technically, I was the one who… whatever. Anyway, what are you doing here?”

“Whether you in or out, just close the damn door!” Wes grumbled.

Theo blushed red and shut it after stepping inside. Already, the strong aroma of weed hit his nose. The smell didn’t disgust him, but he couldn’t help being rational about it.

“Guys, you know that thing fries your brain cells, right?”

“Doesn’t take any to say you’re an annoying little twat.” The drug addict chimed.

“Hey, hey…” Seb spoke before the tension arose — he pulled the handmade fag from his mouth and offered it to his standing pal by the door. “Take it and sit down with us, bro.”

Imitating an obedient puppy, Theo bowed his head down slightly in submission and listened to Seb’s command like an order. After Theo sat and brought the joint to his lips, taking a puff. Wesley glared at his childhood friend, unhappy with Seb’s decision to hand out his weed stash to anyone.

“There, buddy. Chill a bit with us, alright, pal?” Seb smirked as he rolled himself another fag on the old walnut desk.

“Dude! Don’t you go giving my stuff to everyone here tonight, bro!” Wesley vocalized.

“Calm down, Wes. That’s my little buddy Theo and I love him to death! No homo, tho, bro!” Seb chuckled as he lighted the new cig.

“You’re so gay, dude.” Theo rolled his eyes.

“Good thing Dimi’s a cowboy tonight.” Wesley added, setting back in the leather chair behind the computer desk. “If we’ve got a fag slipping in, that gun might have some use.”

“Dude, that’s not a bit radical?” Theo frowned. “Don’t get me wrong — I don’t approve of their lifestyle choice, but we kinda need these guys in society too.”

Wesley gave him a dark eye. He aggressively took his beer can on the expansive desk.

“Name me one thing this garbage is good for.” He spitted out of spite.

“Well… I kinda need someone to make my coffee at McDonald’s.” Theo sniggered. “And that means more girls for us.”

The scorn on the drug addict’s face shifted into a scary smile as he burst into laughter.

“Dude! Seb, is that the Theo guy you talked about?”

“In the flesh!” Sebastian gestured like a show master.

“I guess you were right. Even nerds can be funny sometimes. Maybe there’s hope for the male race after all!”

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~ Saturday, October 31st, 2020 — 9:45 PM ~

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A party wouldn’t just be one without playing flip-the-cup. Braxton and Victor had both removed their headwear to facilitate the downing of their beer cups against the two girls with whom the competed. Mathilda now used her majestic faux-golden staff more like a cane rather than an artifact for her costume — she barely could stand anymore. Jennifer, on the other hand, had better alcohol retention, but she kept jiggling and spilling beer on the sticky table and floor. The hair she had earlier shaped into a beautiful flower bulb had lost it dynamism and now looked like a greenish muffin top.

While the girls were winning another round against the jocks, Asher and Dimitri just arrived on the first floor, having dragged up a foosball table from the home bar downstairs. The guys walked across the hall into the living room where the heart of the party was beating full mast.

“Foosball time!” Dimitri and Asher shouted in chorus before bursting into laughter like a buffoon duo.

The call was hyping the guests enough that even the smoking trio in the study left their cave to join in the fun. The games started as teams of two, until Mathilda had the brightest idea in the world and everyone held on to only one rotator, making sides of four instead. It was crowded and people kept bickering and shoving each other out of the way, but it provided a lot of fun nonetheless. As a good host, Dimitri gave his place to his eight guests until Wesley grew bored with the game and lie back on one of the couches.

Mathilda was questioning herself about her idea when a repetitive soft tug in her hair starting annoying her. She thought her hair had tangled into her costume, but when she turned around, she met with a white ghostly face screaming at her. Her shriek made everyone look for her and begin to laugh as the Latina slipped on the wet floor and fell on her ass.

Right behind her stood a tall person dressed in robes as dark as night, with the mask of Ghostface, holding in a knife in its hand. The figure was soon grabbed into a headlock by Dimitri, then Braxton, the three of them slipping on the ground as well. The two brutes had the stalker under control until they also heard the laughs coming from underneath the costume.

“You should have seen her face!” The voice guffawed.

“Larry? What the fuck, bro!” Dimitri exclaimed in shock, but soon after joined in the laugh.

The two men on top of him moved and the host took his little brother’s hand to help him back up. Mathilda, embarrassed to no end, snapped with anger, failing to stand by keeping on slipping on the beer-covered floor.

“You’re such a creep!” She pestered at him, red with humiliation.

Jennifer tried pulling her back up via the Egyptian staff — while her boyfriend was laughing out loud — but the two girls ended falling on top of each other.

“Jenny — ouch! Seb — DO SOMETHING! You, fucker! I’m gonna kill you! I’m gonna kill you ALL! All of you!”

“Alright, alright.” Sebastian complied, walking to help his lover up.

“That was a good one, bro!” Dimitri approved, giving Larry a brotherly slap on the back. “Though you should run away while you can!”

“I was just coming to get a few snacks before my raid.” Larry pulled his mask off, beaming a content smile.

“Well, you—…”

Lights went off abruptly. Music faded into nothingness. Total darkness invaded the space. The surprised cries and exclamations were absorbed into the thick void surrounding the party members. Dimitri tried to bring back the attention to him when, out of a sudden, the fireplace lightened by itself, diffusing a dimmed orange hue to the vast living room.

“What the fuck is going on?!” Dimitri blurted out in confusion.

“HELLO.”

A distorted voice echoed from the corners of the room and from within each present individual. The first one to take his phone out was Theo, who attempted to use its flashlight. Only then did he realize his screen looked glitched out — the alien sound came from its small speakers.

“What… guys! My phone’s bugged!”

“Fucking hell?! Mine too!” Braxton added before the distorted voice spoke again.

“Tonight is not like any others. The ten of you gathered here is no mere coincidence. Each of you, to an extent depicted examples of homophobic bigotry against people, which lead to the self-destruction and suffering of poor, weaker-minded individuals.”

“Where the fuck are you?” Seb asked aloud, taking in his hands the axe he’s left by the couch earlier. “Show yourself!”

The voice continued:

“Braxton Bellman — your jealousy against Richard Biggs making the football team only fuelled your homophobic bigotry to kick him out. But the school wouldn’t let him out because he was the best player. So, you made sure to ‘accidentally’ have his leg broken so that he couldn’t play on the team anymore. Did that bitter win in your hollow head made up for all the further matches your team lost?

Victor Fortune — whilst you confidently say you are a handsome fuck machine, you had often pushed back the advances of numerous people because of their skin colour or orientation. You never miss a chance to proudly display your confederation flag to show much of a white suprematist you are. You used your straight white cis male privileges to influence many peers as the representative student in school, disrespecting whoever didn’t share the same traits as yours.

Theodore James — you do not exert physical violence to assert your intolerance, but you rather attack psychologically your victims. The shameful names and stereotypes you call them instead of the proper ones make them all the more vulnerable to others who would act brutally.

Sebastian Joseph — in any room you go, you attract anyone’s eyes. You are the tall, charismatic, person any man or woman would love to spend a good time with. However, this handsome shell of yours hides a dark soul. In pure malice, you used your good looks to flirt with Henri Thompson, just to play him out as a whole joke in front of the school. That man still is afraid to date anyone today.

Mathilda Lopez — instead of sympathizing with your ex-boyfriend Greg when he confided you with his bisexuality, you acted like the worst bitch ever. Not only you broke up with him, but you leaked multiple personal pics of him on social media, shaming him for his sexual orientation as well, resulting in having him brutalized and sent to the ER. He is still in the coma to this day.

Wesley Peterson — you are a dropout and a thug who doesn’t give a damn about anyone other than himself. You vandalized Oliver McClay’s car and locker with graffiti in High School, showing the world that he was homosexual. Know that Oliver McClay took his own life a month after changing school.

Asher Ship — your homophobic bigotry against your younger brother Ken has led him into clinical depression. This led him to grow overweight and develop paranoia. He even tried to take his own life numerous times, almost succeeding more than once. It’s a miracle of sorts if he is still alive today.

Jennifer Taylor — nobody can confide you anything. When Roger Mayer shared you his biggest secret that he was a homosexual, you betrayed him and told others. No longer a mystery, Roger’s parents eventually heard about it, making his life as miserable at home as he’s had it at school. Say, when was the last time you talked with Roger? Were you even his friend?

Dimitri Wright — host of the night, you clearly selected your guests carefully. Your fingers probably don’t make up for the number of wedgies you’ve given those homosexuals and intellectuals in school. You’re a leader, but you used your diplomatic gifts to bully others rather than implementing justice. Perhaps it’s time to turn the tables?

Finally,Larry Wright — just like your brother Dimitri, you have deeply rooted homophobia. If you come across a gay guy in your Fortdey servers, you don’t hesitate to shame and tag them, taking mischievous pleasure in bashing and blackmailing them. Sucks when the servers suspend your account for inappropriate actions, does it?”

A hard-felt silence weighed on the ten young adults, to which Wes blurted out: “So fuckin’ what?!” before being hushed at.

“Now that your facets are displayed on the table, let’s play a little game, shall we?

If you can make it intact by six in the morning, I will let you go. Oh, but we can’t allow cheater, don’t we? No one can leave the house grounds. No electricity, no data. Cheating or sleeping through the night will immediately result in a person losing.

Also, let’s spice things up a bit. Anyone who loses can make others lose as well. Among the ten of you, there is one who knows what’s going on — an imposter of sorts. Will you find who fakes this out? Finding it out might make you win earlier than sunrise, but a wrong answer will result in another loss.

Good luck.”

The speakers shut, and so did all their phones — batteries fried up.