When Nathaniel can think again through his blind panic, he finds himself down at the bottom of the hill.
What the fuck was that? The statue can move now? Moveandspeak?
It’s completely insane. He touches his own hand in amazement, still feeling the brush of cold stone against his fingers. The cage still buzzes around his swollen cock.
And the key. He left the key to his cock cage behind.
Nathaniel lets out a wail at his own idiocy.
The key is still in the statue’s hand. Nathaniel gave it to him, which means the statue owns his cock. The statue is now his Dom, and if he wasn’t so terrified, it would be the happiest moment of Nathaniel’s life. His twitching cock is so hard inside its chastity cage that it hurts. He lets out a swear, tears prickling at his eyes.
He has to go back up there and try to get the key back. Knowing the statue can move. The alternative is to surrender his cock forever to the terrifying undead spirit.
Also, he’s going to be really late for work.
With a helpless groan, Nathaniel makes himself plant one foot in front of the other. And that’s how he climbs back up the hill, trembling and breathless. The cage vibrates his cock with strong jolts of pleasure, buzzing him so violently that he has no choice but to buck his hips and seep precum into his pants. He has no dignity at all. All he can feel is a deep, shameful need for the statue to touch him again, even though he’s so breathlessly aroused it will probably shatter him.
When he reaches the mausoleum, the sight that greets him really does make him crumble into tiny bits.
The statue isn’t there anymore.
His huge, stern figure is no longer guarding the mausoleum.
He could be anywhere, hiding behind the trees or in the bushes. He could be ready to pounce on him!
And Nathaniel’s cock knows that the statue is very close by, because it’s being buzzed hard enough to make his teeth chatter. The vibrations are getting stronger and stronger…
The fear clouds his mind and chokes him. His legs fly and his feet pound against the soft ground. He runs and runs until he’s down at the bottom of the hill again.
“Seriously!?” Nathaniel yells at himself. “You ran away again? Get a grip, dude!” He buries his face in his hands and lets out breathless, happy sobs. Anyone watching him would think he was in mourning, if they didn’t notice the twitching bulge in his pants. And all Nathaniel can do is sob at how ridiculous his life is. He gave his cock to a freaky, dominant statue who he’s been edging—on accident! And now the statue is probably his Dom, and Nathaniel can’t figure out why all of a sudden everything feels so colorful and amazing. He’s too scared to be in the statue’s presence without panicking and running away. And he really, really needs to cum.
It’s so absurdly hot, he can’t even stand it.
And if he can’t find the courage to steal the key back, this sinister statue is going to keep teasing his dick for all eternity.
So, with a final strangled cry at everything he’s feeling, Nathaniel runs back again to the top of the hill, scared out of his mind, his heartbeat pounding between his ears.
This time, the statue is waiting for him, his hand outstretched. Resting on his palm is the key to his cage.
“Please,” Nathaniel breathes. As he steps up to take the key from that stony hand, the compression of the statue’s grip tightens around his cock. His vision goes red in the corners, fear and arousal crowding out every thought in his mind.
“Nathaniel.”
“What?” he gasps out.
“Come.”
And he does. He convulses with pleasure, consumed by the vibrations as he cums hard again and again.
It’s unbelievably good, and it just keeps getting better. How is the statue making him feel so amazing when his dick is trapped so small? It should be agony, the cum squeezed out of his balls and forced out of his caged, straining flesh. But it’s the opposite of agony, it’s incredible. And the bliss just keeps building, driven by the tight hold around his cock, making him spill impossibly hard, better than anything he’s ever felt before.
He finds himself sobbing and squirming on the ground, looking up at the pink clouds of the sunset. The world spins around him with pink-tinged bliss. Above him, the statue holds the key in his outstretched hand, but Nathaniel makes no move to take it back.
If this is how good the statue can make him feel, then fine. He can have his cock.
After all, he already gave Nathaniel his.
Chapter 5: Halloween
