Haunted House

I'm not really a Halloween person, but I'm always down for men getting stripped naked. So, I combined those two things for today's post!

Sensory overload had taken over me. Strobe lights reflected on the mirrored surfaces around me, partnering with the witch’s cackle which seemed to erupt around every corner. Every fog machine in the tri-state area had been shipped here, and I could feel the smoke coating every inch of exposed skin on my arms.

I hated haunted houses.

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My friends had been trying to get me to come to the local fair ever since it opened in early October, and with the taste of funnel cakes and over-priced drinks beckoning me there, I finally bought a ticket. While I did get the snack that I’d been craving, my friends neglected to tell me that the fair switched to a Halloween theme every weekend leading up to the big night. I loved the idea of dressing up, but I was a wuss when it came to scary stuff. I can’t watch scary movies without covering my eyes, and the only way to get me into a haunted house is by force. Unfortunately for me, I have very strong friends.

After almost losing my funnel cake on the tilt-a-whirl, Derrick and Ryan grabbed onto my arms and forced me into the line for the haunted house. I tried to break away, but once we’d gotten far enough into the twisting queue, I knew that I was stuck. A few minutes after accepting that reality, we were inside the house, and about thirty seconds after that, I got separated from my friends.

The haunted house was at the back of the fair, and that meant that the show building was able to go past the fence, making the building much bigger than I’d anticipated. There were multiple paths, and after covering my eyes at the first failed theater actor jumping out in front of me, I accidentally backed down a different hallway than my friends.

Opening my eyes, I saw a closed door in front of me, and there was no handle on this side. They must have these set up to keep people moving, and even though I wanted to stay right here, I wanted to be out of here more. Turning around, I plunged into the foggy hallway with no idea of what was happening next.

About three seconds later, right as my heart rate was returning to normal, a guy with a chainsaw lurched into view, and right as I was preparing to run, the chainsaw turned on.

This isn’t real. This isn’t real!

Even though my brain knew that the chainsaw had rubber blades, my body wouldn’t process that fact. The scare actor took another step closer to me, close enough to see his bulging biceps gripping onto the chainsaw. He must be flexing to make it look like the tool he’s holding is actually heavy instead of just a prop, but still…

Halfway through his next step, my legs moved on their own as I tried to run around him through the tight hallway. I tried to duck down below the chainsaw, but with a grunt, he lowered it closer to me, and I felt it make contact with my shirt. My brain had been right about it not being sharp at all, but still, the dull pieces were moving fast enough to get caught in the fabric.

I heard it turn off as soon as I got past him, but as I turned around to see if he was still following me, I saw that he hadn’t turned off the chainsaw… I had.

My ripped shirt was spun around the chainsaw, jamming it up, and I was now left half-naked in a haunted house that I hadn’t wanted to enter.

“Fuck!”

Running now into the fog, I knew that I had to power through to get out of here. Some of my friends had brought jackets tonight, so I could borrow one of them to cover myself, but I had to meet up with them first.

Passing by a witch who reached out her skinny arms to stroke my chest, I made my way through a fake morgue where zombies popped out of the freezers and sat up from gurneys.

I was sweating now, nervous about the unknown number of rooms left to go through. There was nowhere to catch my breath though, so I just kept plodding ahead. I lost count of how many scary scenes that I went past, and even though I passed a few groups of real people, I still hadn’t found my friends. They must be going through different rooms trying to find me. Or maybe they just assumed that I’d somehow ran back out the entrance.

If only that were true.

After passing by a possessed animatronic whose head was spinning all the way around, I felt the hallway start to narrow, and I could feel that the walls were padded as I kept going further. Going through the doorway that was just wide enough for me to squeeze through, I ran right into the next padded wall which had been painted black. Feeling another wall to my right, I headed left into the darkness.

I was in a maze now, and the walls were barely big enough for me to get through. I could feel my heart thumping in my chest, reverberating off of the mattresses hung up around me. Back and forth, I made my way closer to the exit, and finally, I saw freedom in front of me.

Weaving past the last turn, I saw the open doorway in front of me with the lights of the tilt-a-whirl visible in the field outside. I just had to run past one last room, and it would all be over. As I got into motion again, I felt something snag against my pants, and I tripped myself up as I tried to take another step. I was truly stuck so close to the finish line, and I just wanted to get out of here.

Getting back onto my feet, I pulled at the fabric, but I had really gotten hooked. Knowing that I cared less about a hole in my jeans than I did about staying here, I decided to just yank myself free at any cost. Using all of my strength, I leapt forward, and I was finally free. Running without abandon now, I didn’t even look to either side of me, and the furry beast enveloped me without one bit of notice.

There was growling above me as the man in the furry werewolf suit wrapped his big arms around me, and he was stronger than I was. I tried to break out of his grasp, but I was stuck here until he released me. Spinning me around, my view of freedom was swapped with a view of the doorway that I had just gotten stuck in, and my eyes widened as I saw the scariest sight of the night. I hadn’t just ripped a hole in my pants- I had ripped them clean off of my body. Looking down, I kicked one of my legs into the air to see that there were was no denim left on me.

“Let me go!”

I was wearing nothing but shoes and my underwear in the middle of this haunted house, and I didn’t know what I was going to do next. The man in the suit did though as he pressed me against his crotch. One of his clawed hands grabbed my bulge, and I let out a whimper as he caressed me.

After probably only five seconds, the man let me go, and if I had been anywhere else, I would have let him keep pawing at me some more. Shaking that out of my head, I thought about grabbing my jeans, but I honestly just wanted out of there. Running towards the last door, I was finally free.  

Gulping in the cool night air, I heard my name being called by my friends.

“Jake! Jake!”

There was no time to hide as my friends had found me before I could even cover myself. Derrick was standing at another exit at the other end of the building, and the other two guys were coming from the other way, phone flashlights held up to help them see.

“What the fuck, dude?!”

I was now lit up by the bright beams of light, and everyone around us could now see my almost naked body. I was just wearing a short pair of white boxers that were probably see-through now after how much I’d been sweating.

“I told you that I didn’t want to go in there!”

“And you got naked to prove it?”

“I’m not naked! My clothes just got ripped off of me in there.”

“You’re not naked yet.”

Ryan’s last statement scared me, and I looked down to see that there was a gash in my boxers too from whatever had snagged onto my jeans. Derrick’s hand was there in a millisecond, and with one rip, I was left with only the waistband of my boxers left above my exposed cock.

Waving the white fabric into the air, he led my friends back into the dense crowd, and I had no choice but to follow after them since they were my ride. With one hand gripping onto my cock, the other tried to cover as much of my ass as possible as I ran into the cheering crowd.

Videos captured every inch of my exposed body, and wandering hands pulled my arms away to let every inch be shown off.

I really hated haunted houses.