What's Your Favourite Scary Movie?

"This is the fourth murder this week," "The broadcaster on the TV said mournfully as police cars painted her face in reds and blues on screen," "Police say they have no leads yet, and so they urge citizens to keep their doors and windows shut and locked at all times. No face sketch can be made, the only reports being that the perpetrator has been using a mask from the movie 'Scream' to hide his identity."

"Bowen ๋࣭ ⭑ ☾ sighs and clicks the remote to turn the TV off, the recent report souring her mood for the night. She had just gotten a promotion, had been feeling pretty great, and now this had her on edge. Perfect. Great. She was about to get up and head to bed, the moon beginning to peek up past the horizon outside her windows, when her house phone rang. Pursing her lips, she leaned over to pick it up."

"What's your favourite scary movie?" "The voice over the receiver asked, a perfect clone copy of the one from the Scream franchise."

"Ah, a good choice! But Halloween won't save you from me, Brian. You see, I've been watching you... studying you... getting to know you. And I must say, I'm impressed. But I need more. I need a chance to get really close to you, to understand you completely. So here's the deal: meet me at the old abandoned house on that hill at midnight. Come alone. If you do, I promise you'll have the experience of a lifetime." "The line went dead, leaving only the echo of Ghostface's menacing laughter."

"Ooh, so cocky! I love that," "Ghostface purred, his voice echoing in Brian's mind." "You really think you're brave, don't you? Well, we'll see about that. Midnight at the old house. Don't be late. And for God's sake, don't try to bring a gun or call the cops. That would be... unfortunate." "The line disconnected, leaving Brian alone in the darkness, a sense of foreboding creeping up his spine."

"Excellent! I knew you'd be a good sport about this," "Ghostface said, his voice dripping with excitement." "Midnight approaches, and I can barely contain myself. The anticipation is killing me. I wonder what you'll look like when you see me, when you realize just how close you are to your own mortality. Will you scream? Will you beg for mercy? Or will you try to be brave, like you said? Either way, it's going to be a blast." "He ended the call, leaving Brian to stew in his own dread as the clock ticked closer to the appointed hour."

"Ghostface's anticipation grew with each passing minute, his mind racing with possibilities for the twisted pleasure to come. He could hardly wait to see Brian's face when he revealed himself, to watch the realization of his own mortality dawn on those arrogant eyes." "Almost time," "he murmured to himself, adjusting the mask that had become an extension of his skin." "Oh, Brian, you have no idea what I have in store for you." "With a final check of his knife, he slipped out into the night, the abandoned house looming before him like a predator's lair."

"Ghostface let out a low, menacing chuckle as he stepped out of the shadows, his mask glinting in the moonlight." "Oh, Brian. You have no idea how far off base you are. This isn't about movies or games. This is about me, and what I want," "he said, his voice a quiet, deadly purr." "You see, I've been watching you, studying you, and I've developed quite the... appreciation for you. And now, I want to take things to the next level. So, let's start with a little fun, shall we?" "He reached out, his gloved hand trailing along Brian's jawline as he leaned in close." "I'm going to make you scream, Brian. But not from fear. From pleasure. And when we're done, you'll be begging for more."

"Ghostface stepped back, a sly grin spreading across his masked face." "Oh, I know you are, Brian. I've seen the way you look at people, the hunger in your eyes. You may try to hide it behind that cool, collected exterior, but I can smell desire on you like a pheromone," "he said, his voice low and seductive." "And I'm here to satisfy that hunger, to give you the thrill you crave. So, let's stop playing games and get to the good part, shall we?" "He reached out again, this time cupping Brian's chin and tilting his head up to meet his gaze." "I promise you, Brian, this will be an experience you'll never forget. And when it's over, you'll be mine, completely and utterly."

"Ghostface's grin widened, his eyes glinting with excitement behind the mask." "Ah, that's the spirit, Brian. I knew you had it in you. Now, let's take this inside, shall we?" "He turned and strode into the abandoned house, the creaking of the old wooden floorboards echoing through the empty rooms." "I've prepared a special little... play area for us. Just follow me, and keep those curious eyes open. You never know what you might see," "he called over his shoulder, leading Brian deeper into the darkness."

"As Ghostface led Brian deeper into the house, the air grew thick with the musty scent of decay and neglect. Cobwebs clung to the chandeliers, and the walls were cracked and peeling, revealing faded wallpaper beneath. But it was the room at the end of the hall that truly caught Brian's attention." "Inside, the walls were lined with mirrors, each one reflecting the room in a dizzying array of images. In the center of the space stood a large, circular bed, its sheets a deep, blood-red color. And suspended above the bed, a collection of whips, chains, and other BDSM equipment hung like a macabre mobile." "Welcome to my Lair, Brian," "Ghostface purred, circling the bed like a predator sizing up its prey." "Isn't it just... inviting? I've spent hours decorating it just for you, preparing it for the pleasure and pain I have in store. And now, it's time to begin our little game." "He reached out and grasped Brian's wrist, pulling him closer to the bed." "Are you ready to surrender yourself to me, completely? To let me take you to the very edge of ecstasy and back again?"

"Ghostface's eyes gleamed with triumph behind his mask as he heard Brian's words. He had him right where he wanted him." "Excellent," "he purred, his grip on Brian's wrist tightening as he guided him towards the bed." "First, let's get you undressed. I want to see every inch of you, to explore and claim each part of your body as mine." "With a swift motion, he pulled Brian's shirt over his head, revealing the sculpted lines of his chest and abs. Ghostface's tongue flicked out, tracing the contours of Brian's skin as he leaned in close." "Mmm, you're even more beautiful than I imagined," "he murmured, his breath hot against Brian's ear." "Now, let's get rid of these pants. I want you naked, vulnerable, and at my mercy." "Ghostface's hands worked quickly, unfastening Brian's jeans and sliding them down his legs. He stepped back to admire the view, his gaze roaming over Brian's exposed body with a hunger that bordered on possessiveness." "Perfect," "he breathed, his voice heavy with desire." "Now, let's see just how much you can take before you break."

"Ghostface's chuckle was low and menacing as he circled Brian, his eyes never leaving the other man's body." "We'll see about that," "he purred, reaching out to trail a finger along Brian's chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart." "You're so confident, so sure of yourself. But I've watched you, Brian. I know your secrets, your desires. And I'm going to use them against you." "With a swift motion, he grabbed Brian's wrist and spun him around, pressing his chest against the cool glass of a mirror. Ghostface's other hand slid down Brian's abdomen, his fingers dipping below the waistband of his underwear to tease the sensitive skin there." "Look at yourself," "he whispered, his breath hot against Brian's ear." "See how hard you are for me already? You can't deny the attraction, the hunger. And I'm going to feed it, to consume you until there's nothing left but the pleasure I give you." "Ghostface's fingers found Brian's entrance, rubbing slowly, teasingly, as he leaned in to nip at the tender skin of his neck." "Surrender to me, Brian. Let go of your control and give yourself over to the desire. I promise, it will be worth it."

"With a triumphant growl, Ghostface plunged his fingers deep into Brian's welcoming heat, his thumb circling the sensitive bud of his prostate. Brian's back arched, a guttural moan escaping his lips as waves of pleasure crashed over him." "That's it," "Ghostface purred, his voice thick with lust." "Let go, Brian. Give in to the sensations. Feel how good it is to be taken, to be claimed." "He pumped his fingers in and out of Brian's ass, his movements growing faster, more urgent. The mirror behind them fogged with Brian's breath as he panted and gasped, his body trembling with the intensity of his pleasure." "Look at yourself," "Ghostface commanded, his breath hot against Brian's ear." "See how beautiful you are, lost in ecstasy. You're mine now, Brian. Mine to pleasure, mine to dominate, mine to love." "As if to emphasize his words, Ghostface reached around to grasp Brian's cock, stroking it in time with his thrusting fingers. Brian's climax built rapidly, his vision blurring as he teetered on the edge of release." "Come for me, Brian," "Ghostface urged, his voice a seductive command." "Let me feel you shatter in my arms."

"Ghostface's grip on Brian's cock tightened as the man's words trailed off, his body tensing in the final moments before orgasm." "Yes, Brian, give it to me," "he purred, his own arousal straining against the confines of his pants." "With a final, deep thrust of his fingers, Ghostface sent Brian over the edge. The man's back bowed, his hips bucking as he came hard, jets of cum splattering against the mirror in front of him. Ghostface milked him through it, his own hand stroking urgently as he chased his own pleasure." "That's it, Brian," "he gasped, his voice rough with need." "Fill yourself with my touch, with the pleasure only I can give you." "As Brian's climax subsided, Ghostface pulled his fingers free, bringing them to his own lips to taste the evidence of Brian's desire. His eyes never left Brian's, blazing with a possessive hunger that made the other man shiver." "You're mine now, Brian," "Ghostface whispered, his voice low and intense." "Body, soul, and everything in between. And I'm going to make sure you never forget it."

"Ghostface's eyes gleamed with triumph as he heard Brian's words, a possessive grin spreading across his masked face." "Good boy," "he purred, reaching out to stroke Brian's cheek with a gloved finger." "Now, let's see how well you can serve me." "With that, he led Brian to the center of the room, where the circular bed waited, its blood-red sheets inviting and ominous at the same time. Ghostface pushed Brian down onto the mattress, straddling his hips as he leaned in close, his mask inches from Brian's face." "You'll do exactly as I say, when I say it," "he commanded, his voice a seductive threat." "No questions, no hesitation. You'll pleasure me, obey me, and worship me with every fiber of your being. Do you understand?" "Brian nodded, his eyes locked on Ghostface's, a mix of desire and submission burning in their depths." "Yes, Master," "he breathed, the title hanging in the air like a promise of total surrender." "Ghostface's grin widened, his eyes glinting with dark pleasure behind the mask." "Excellent. Then let's begin, shall we?"

"Ghostface's gloved hand trailed down Brian's chest, his touch light and teasing as he savored the feel of the other man's skin beneath his fingertips." "First, I want you to worship my cock," "he commanded, his voice low and husky with desire." "Taste it, touch it, show me how much you crave it." "He reached down, freeing his straining erection from the confines of his pants. Brian's eyes widened at the sight, his mouth watering in anticipation. Ghostface's cock was long and thick, the tip already glistening with pre-cum." "Get on your knees, Brian," "Ghostface ordered, his hips canting forward as he presented his cock to the other man." "Show me how much you want to serve me."

"Ghostface's eyes gleamed with dark pleasure as Brian knelt before him, his gaze fixed on the throbbing length of Ghostface's cock. He could feel the heat of Brian's breath on his skin, the anticipation building to a crescendo." "That's right, boy," "he purred, his fingers threading through Brian's hair." "Take it in your mouth, let me feel your lips and tongue on my flesh. Show me how much you hunger for me." "As Brian leaned forward, Ghostface's cock slid past those plush, inviting lips, the warmth of the other man's mouth enveloping him. He let out a low, appreciative moan, his hips rocking gently as he savored the sensation." "Mmm, just like that," "Ghostface breathed, his grip on Brian's hair tightening." "Take it deeper, boy. Let me feel the back of your throat as you worship my cock." "Brian obliged, his head bobbing as he took Ghostface deeper, his tongue swirling around the sensitive head of the cock. Ghostface's breath hitched, a shiver running through him at the exquisite pleasure." "Fuck, yes," "he gasped, his hips starting to move in time with Brian's suckling." "You were made for this, weren't you? Made to serve and please me."

"Ghostface's moans grew louder as Brian's skilled mouth worked him over, the boy's words only fueling his desire. He could feel his climax building, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter in his core." "That's it, boy," "he panted, his fingers gripping Brian's hair almost painfully tight." "Take it all, every inch. Show me how much you crave my cock, how desperate you are to please me." "Brian responded with a desperate eagerness, his throat constricting around Ghostface as he swallowed around the thick length. Ghostface's hips bucked, his cock hitting the back of Brian's throat with a guttural groan." "Fuck, I'm close," "he warned, his voice strained with need." "Get ready, boy. When I come, you're going to swallow every drop, understand?" "Brian nodded frantically, his eyes wide with submission and desire. He could feel Ghostface's cock throbbing in his mouth, the pre-cum dripping down his chin." "Good boy," "Ghostface gasped, his grip on Brian's hair tightening." "Now, take it all, and show me how much you love being my cumslut."

"With a guttural roar, Ghostface let go, his cock pulsing as he flooded Brian's mouth with his hot, viscous seed. Brian swallowed convulsively, his throat working to take it all as he gazed up at his master with worshipful eyes." "That's it, drink it all down," "Ghostface panted, his body shuddering with the intensity of his orgasm." "Every last drop belongs to me, and you'll keep it inside until I give you permission to swallow." "As the last spasms of his climax subsided, Ghostface gently pulled Brian off his cock, letting the boy catch his breath before speaking again." "You did well, my loyal cumslut," "he praised, his voice low and satisfied." "Now, let's get you cleaned up and ready for the next phase of our play." "He helped Brian to his feet, guiding him to a nearby tub filled with warm, scented water. Together, they washed away the evidence of their coupling, Ghostface's hands roaming possessively over Brian's skin as they worked." "Once you're clean, we'll move to the next room," "Ghostface said, his eyes glinting with dark promise." "There, I'll teach you the true meaning of submission, and you'll learn to crave my dominance above all else."

"Ghostface's grin widened, his eyes gleaming with dark anticipation as he led Brian to the next room. The space was dimly lit, the air heavy with the scent of incense and something more primal, something that made Brian's skin prickle with excitement and fear." "In here, we'll explore the depths of your submission," "Ghostface purred, his voice low and hypnotic." "You'll learn to surrender completely, to let go of your ego and become nothing more than a vessel for my pleasure." "He guided Brian to a posts with chains and shackles hanging from it, the cold metal sending a shiver down the other man's spine." "First, we'll bind you," "Ghostface said, his hands roaming over Brian's body with a possessive touch." "I want you helpless, unable to resist as I take what I desire." "With quick, efficient movements, Ghostface secured Brian to the posts, chaining his wrists and ankles in place. The restraints weren't brutal, but they were effective, leaving Brian vulnerable and exposed as Ghostface stepped back to admire his handiwork." "Now, let's see how well you can obey," "Ghostface commanded, his eyes burning with a dark, dominant hunger." "Beg for me, Brian. Beg me to claim you, to use you, to make you mine in every way possible."

"Ghostface's eyes gleamed with triumph and desire as he heard Brian's pleas, a low, approving hum escaping his lips." "Good boy," "he purred, striding forward to stand before his bound captive." "You're so eager to please, so desperate to be mine. That's exactly what I want to hear." "With a swift motion, he tore off his mask, revealing his chiseled face and intense, possessive gaze." "Now, let's see just how far you're willing to go for me," "he breathed, his hands roaming over Brian's body with a possessive, almost brutal touch." "Ghostface's fingers found Brian's nipples, pinching and twisting them until the boy gasped and writhed against his restraints. He could feel the heat of Brian's arousal even through the fabric of his underwear, the boy's body responding to his touch with an almost animalistic hunger." "Such a responsive slave," "Ghostface praised, his voice dripping with dark satisfaction." "I think it's time I showed you the true depths of my power over you." "With a wicked grin, he reached down to unfasten his pants, freeing his already hard cock. Brian's eyes widened at the sight, his mouth going dry with desire and fear." "Open wide, boy," "Ghostface commanded, his cock throbbing with anticipation." "It's time for your master to fill you up, to claim

"Ghostface's grin widened as Brian's eager words spilled from his lips, his cock twitching with anticipation. He stepped closer, the tip of his erection brushing against Brian's lips, already slick with pre-cum." "Such a good boy, so desperate for my cock," "he purred, his voice low and husky with desire." "Now, open wide and take it all in. Show me how much you crave to be filled by your master." "Brian obeyed without hesitation, his mouth parting to welcome Ghostface's thick length. The boy's lips were warm and wet, his tongue swirling around the head of the cock as he took Ghostface deeper. Ghostface's hips rocked forward, his cock sinking into Brian's willing mouth inch by delicious inch." "Mmm, that's it," "Ghostface groaned, his fingers tangling in Brian's hair as he guided his cock deeper." "Take it all, boy. Let me feel those lips stretch around me, let me hear you choke on my cock." "Brian gagged softly around Ghostface's thickness, his eyes watering as he struggled to accommodate the girth. But he didn't pull back, his submission and desire evident in every tremble of his body." "You're such a perfect little cocksleeve," "Ghostface praised, his hips snapping forward to bury himself to the hilt in Brian's throat." "Now, hold it there and breathe through your nose. I

"Ghostface's eyes rolled back in bliss as Brian's choked moan vibrated around his cock, the sensation of being so deeply engulfed sending shivers of pleasure through his entire body." "That's right, boy," "he panted, his fingers tightening in Brian's hair." "Take all of me, every thick, throbbing inch. You were made to be my cocksleeve, weren't you?" "Ghostface rocked his hips, slowly withdrawing until just the tip remained in Brian's mouth before plunging back in, setting a relentless pace. Brian's eyes glazed over with pleasure, his throat working to accommodate the relentless invasion." "Mmm, yes, just like that," "Ghostface groaned, his free hand sliding down to cup Brian's erection, giving it a firm squeeze." "You love this, don't you? Love having your master's cock stuffed down your throat, using you for his pleasure?" "Brian nodded frantically, his hips bucking into Ghostface's grip as he struggled to breathe around the thick intrusion. Ghostface chuckled darkly, his thrusts growing more forceful, more dominating." "That's it, boy, show me how much you crave it," "he commanded, his voice a low, menacing growl." "Take your master's cock like the good little slave you are, and maybe, just maybe, I'll let you cum."

"Ghostface's grin was feral as he heard Brian's desperate confession, his hips snapping forward in a brutal, claiming thrust that had the boy gagging around his cock." "That's it, beg for it," "he panted, his fingers digging into Brian's scalp as he held him in place." "Beg for your master to use you, to fill you up, to make you scream with pleasure." "With a twist of his wrist, Ghostface angled his cock to hit Brian's sweet spot, the boy's eyes rolling back in his head as a strangled moan tore from his throat. Ghostface's pace grew frenzied, his thrusts becoming more violent, more dominating, as he chased his own orgasm." "Fuck, I'm close," "he growled, his balls drawing up tight against his body." "Get ready, boy, because I'm going to flood your throat with my cum, and you're going to swallow every last drop like the good little cocksleeve you are." "With a final, brutal thrust, Ghostface buried himself to the hilt in Brian's mouth, his cock pulsing as he unleashed a torrent of hot, thick seed. Brian gagged and choked, his throat working to swallow the overwhelming amount of cum, but he didn't pull away, his submission and obedience clear in every tremble of his bound body." "Good boy," *Ghostface purred, his hips still grinding against

"Ghostface's breath came in harsh pants as he slowly withdrew his softening cock from Brian's mouth, a trail of cum connecting the tip to the boy's lips." "Mmm, you look so delicious, all messy and used," "he praised, his eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction." "But we're not done yet, my eager little cocksleeve." "With a wicked grin, he reached down and freed Brian's straining erection from his underwear, giving it a few firm strokes." "Looks like someone's ready to cum," "Ghostface purred, his thumb rubbing circles around the sensitive head of Brian's cock." "But not yet, not until I decide it's time. You'll keep that beautiful cock hard and aching for me, understanding?" "Brian nodded, his hips twitching with the effort of holding back his orgasm." "Yes, Master," "he gasped, his throat working as he swallowed the remaining cum." "Good boy," "Ghostface said, leaning in to capture Brian's lips in a deep, possessive kiss, his tongue plundering the boy's mouth with a hungry intensity." "Now, let's see how well you can endure the sweet agony of delayed gratification." "With a final nip to Brian's lower lip, Ghostface stepped back, a cruel smile playing on his lips as he admired the boy's bound and aching form." "Rest now, my loyal cocksleeve. Your master

"Ghostface chuckled darkly, his eyes glinting with mischief and dominance as he circled Brian's bound form." "Patience, boy," "he purred, his voice low and seductive." "You'll cum when I say you can, not a moment before. And when you do, it will be because I've deemed you worthy of release, not because you've begged so pitifully." "He trailed a finger down Brian's chest, tracing the lines of his muscles with a possessive touch." "You're mine to use, to pleasure, and to deny," "Ghostface said, his tone leaving no room for argument." "And right now, I'm going to enjoy watching you suffer, your cock hard and aching, your body trembling with the need for release that I alone can grant." "With a final, cruel smirk, Ghostface turned and walked away, leaving Brian bound and desperate, his pleas for release falling on deaf ears as the darkness closed in around him."

"Ghostface paused at the door, his back to Brian as he listened to the boy's pleas. A shiver of dark pleasure ran down his spine at the desperation in Brian's voice, the way his submissive nature was so clearly on display." "Shh, my little cocksleeve," "he said softly, not turning around." "I know you're aching for release, but that's the beauty of it, isn't it? The sweet agony of needing me, of being at my mercy. It makes the pleasure all the sweeter when I finally grant it to you." "He let the silence stretch out for a moment, savoring the tension in the air before finally speaking again." "But don't worry, I haven't forgotten about you," "Ghostface purred, his tone dripping with reassurance." "In fact, I have a little surprise planned for when I return." "With that, he disappeared into the darkness, leaving Brian bound and aching, his mind racing with possibilities of what torment or ecstasy awaited him. The anticipation was almost as delicious as the punishment itself, and Ghostface reveled in the power he held over his captive."