The Posession (NSFW)

“Hey guys, welcome back to the channel! I’m Austin and today we are getting an incredible and weird experience!” Austin beamed into the camera. “You’ve probably heard me talk about Sinclair mansion before, or Sinclair castle, The massive old mansion in my town that looks like a castle, but no one has ever been able to explore. Well that changes tonight.”

Austin switched the camera from his face panning over the massive mansion.

“That’s right guys, tonight I am becoming the first person to ever explore and investigate the Sinclair mansion! Now let me tell you about the weird way this is happening.” Austin teased.

“I randomly received a letter from the Sinclair estate a few days ago, with an invitation to spend the night at the mansion tonight on the night of the full moon. I didn’t know there were any Sinclairs left, so this was a massive surprise. Let's head inside!”

Austin pulled out the old key that had been sent to him in the mail and opened the large castle-like door to the mansion. It slowly opened revealing the massive interior of the mansion, still decorated like the last time it had been used, only covered in layers of dust and cobwebs. Austin panned his camera around showing the dusty furniture, the old fireplace and the portrait hanging above it. The portrait was of a young fit man with striking white hair.

“Oh wow guys, this portrait is of Samuel Sinclair.” Austin explained. “He was the last person to live in this house, and was rumored to be into witchcraft. If you believe the legends he disappeared one night, and was never seen again. He was my age too, kinda creepy to think about.”

Suddenly the sound of a door slamming shut sounded across the mansion.

“WHOA WHAT WAS THAT?” Austin said, running towards the sound. “LOOK SOMEONE IS UP THERE!”

Austin pointed his camera up the grand staircase just in time to see what looked like a figure walking down one of the halls. He ran after it running up the stairs and into the hallway.

“I don’t see anyone now….whoa.” Austin stopped in the doorway of one of the bedrooms. “This must be the master bedroom, but it looks like it could have been used last night.” Austin panned his camera showing off the large bedroom, unlike the rest of the house there was not a single spec of dust in the room and it looked pristine. “This is so weird…”

Austin felt a shock in his hand and dropped his camera in surprise. As he bent down to pick it up, he felt an invisible force push him into the bedroom and the door slammed behind him.

Austin struggled to get up, when suddenly ghostly hands appeared out of nowhere stripping him out of his clothes. He wanted to scream, but was too scared to make any noise.

“Ah, just as I imagined a perfect vessel.” He heard a voice say, suddenly Samuel Sinclair the man from the portrait materialized in front of him. “Look at that body, just what I wanted…and a bit extra in the nether regions.” The ghostly man smiled to himself.

“S-s-samuel Sinclair.” Austin managed to choke out.

“Ah yes indeed, and you are Austin.” Samuel said. “It took me a long time to find a suitable vessel, but you will do just fine…now follow me.”

Austin Followed Samuel as if he was in a trance. Samuel motioned for him to lay on the bed and Austin did so silently. The ghostly hands restrained Austin holding him to the bed.

“Such a good boy.” Samuel said, moving his hands down Austin’s slim waist. “Don’t worry, being my vessel will be so fun for you.” Samuel moved his hand’s down to Austin’s cock beginning to stroke it. “Soon we will be one.”

Austin moaned as Samuel stroked his cock, his body quivering with each stroke. The more Samuel stroked the more Austin felt himself losing control. His body was releasing control more and more with each stroke. It felt so good so wonderful that Austin didn’t even fight it. Austin realized now that the ghostly Samuel was also naked, his body slim and fit, he found the more Samuel stroked, the hotter he became, and the more that he stroked the more Austin could feel as if he was both himself and Samuel.

Finally Austin felt his body tense up as Samuel stroked one final time and he came shooting ropes of cum all over the bed. He huffed getting up and looking into the mirror, his hair had turned completely white, and he was now Samuel’s vessel, his every action controlled by Samuel, but also feeling like his own. He felt so good, so oddly powerful. He got out of his bed, and walked over to his closest, putting on the very same clothes he had worn in his portrait all those years ago. Austin and Samuel were one now, as he walked out the door to the rest of his mansion he slammed his foot down on the camera destroying any evidence of what had happened.