A Haunting 2 Preparation

Author: leathergearboy
Title: A Haunting: 2. Preparation
Date: 26 June 2014

My whole body ached when I tried moving - I was sore from struggling. I was exhausted from crying. My ass was still in pain. I couldn't believe what happened. I didn't know what to do. Should I call the police? I wasn't sure if I could deal with the embarrassment of being raped, but I convinced myself that I should call and at least report a break in and assault. I slowly got myself together and got out of bed. I cautiously walked around the house checking all the doors and windows - they were locked. Who was that person? How did he get in and then back out with all the doors locked? And why the hell was he wearing that rubber suit I threw out?

The cops showed up about an hour later and took down my statement. They walked through the house and checked everywhere. Then they checked outside and even went to a few of the neighbors to see if they saw someone leaving my premises. No one did. The cops were just as baffled, especially when I couldn't really give them a description of they guy - all I told them was that it was dark and he was in all black. They gave me the standard line about getting a security system.

I wasn't sure If I should go into work or not either, but decided that it might help to be out of the house and have my mind on other things. So, I called into work and told them I was running behind and would be in a little late today. This gave me time to take a well needed long, hot shower, which helped a little. Felt a little less sore, anyway. I was wrong about work; it was awful. It felt like the longest day of my life. Half way through I started feeling a little nauseous and couldn't wait to get out of there and go home.

Still wasn't feeling well when I got home, I went straight to bed and slept through to the next morning. The rest of the week was uneventful, although strange things were happening around the house. Doors, that I could've swore I shut, were open. Most often it was the door to the basement, but of course, I just assumed there something wrong with the latch. Things were being misplaced and found in places where I couldn't remember putting them. At first I thought I was losing my mind, but figured my mind hadn't been right since the break-in.

I ended up going out (well, being dragged out) with friends one night. Told them everything that's been happening including the break-in, however, I did not tell them I was raped. They all decided my house was haunted and should install cameras like in Paranormal Activity. I laughed and told them they were crazy. They did however convince me to get a security system.

Saturday morning I awoke to loud knocking - no, not a ghost - the security company showed a little earlier than was planned. I answered the door. Upon seeing me in my disheveled state, they apologized for being so early and waking me up.

"No problem." I yawned as I let them in. I made myself coffee, while they went about their business.

"Is this going to take a while to install?" I asked.

The lead installer responded, "Not really. Everything is wireless these days, so no need to run lines.

"That's cool... must take a lot of batteries?" I wondered out loud.

He then informed me, "As part of the service, we come out once a year to replace them and come out as needed if one dies before the yearly checkup."

"Nice! So worry-free for me then?"

"That's what you pay us for." He smiled at me and continued working.

I made my way into the living room to watch TV until they finished up. It wasn't long before I noticed them clearing out. The lead installer asked if I could come to the control panel so he tell me how to use it. He proceeded to show me all the features and ran me through a test pass for each the sensor on all the windows and doors. We also tested the motion sensors placed at either end of the main hallway and he gave me a remote to activate and deactivate them whenever I needed to walk through it when the alarm is set. And made it clear that it was really important to remember to use it, the service package I got came with 3 false alarms a year, anymore I would be charged $100 for each incident. He asked me if I had any questions. I told him I didn't and thanked him as he left.

I did actually feel a little better and safer with the security system in place and was able to finally fall asleep peacefully that night.

I have another dream...

It was the boy again, he was completely naked standing in front of me with a stern look on his face. He was different, he didn't seem to be in a good mood. His arms were crossed in front of him, his legs spread slightly. I was on my knees a few feet from him. He was looking down on me talking, but I couldn't hear what he was saying. I tried to talk, but was unable to... there was something in my mouth. I reached up to pull it out and was shocked to see my arm was completely black and shiny. It was covered in rubber. My other arm was as well. I looked up at the boy in confusion. He smiled and stepped to his right. I looked behind him and saw the rubber man. He was on his knees as well. Wait... his movements mimicked mine. What!? I was horrified... It's a mirror! I'm looking at myself and I'm in the rubber suit...

I awoke to a blaring noise. Shit! The fucking alarm is going off. I wasn't sure what to do. Just then the phone rang. It was the security company. They told me it was the motion sensor in the hall... no exterior sensor had been tripped. I got up and looked down the hall. "Fuck!" I said to myself, the damned door to the basement had opened itself up again. I turned the alarm off and explained to the security representative what happened. I confirmed with her that I did not need any kind of assistance. I closed the door and went back to bed, leaving the motion sensors deactivated.

I was having a hard time getting back to sleep though, something didn't feel right. That creepy feeling was back - like someone was standing behind me. I was too scared to turn and look. A moment later, the covers flew off the bed. Completely terrified, I attempted to jump off the bed and run. I ran right into something and fell back onto the bed. I looked to see what it was... It was the rubber man again. I scrambled to the other side of the bed, but he grabbed a hold of my ankle and pulled me back towards him. He jumped on top of me and we wrestled around for a moment before he was able to get the upper hand; he positioned himself so he was on top of me, straddling my chest and had me in a schoolboy pin of sorts. His rubber balls are resting on my chin and his hard rubber cock is right above my face, his legs have my head held in place between them.

"Get off me!" I yell. I struggle and kick as hard as I can, but he's much stronger than I am and is able to prevent me from breaking free.

He scoots back a little and tries to push his cock into my mouth, but I clamp my jaw shut. He reaches behind and grabs my nuts and squeezes them.

I hold out as long as I can, but I eventually start screaming, "Stop, Please Sto..."

With my mouth now wide open he easily shoves his cock in. Horrified, I bite down on it, but it doesn't seem to affect him. He continues to push it in. He grabs both sides of my head to keep me from turning away. He then leans forward a bit and slides his legs down and under my back wrapping them around my torso, trapping my arms. As he does his cock slides deeper and deeper until into my mouth until it's buried in my throat and he holds it there. I can't breath. I start to kick and struggle, grunt and groan. He rolls over until he's on his back and then starts pumping his hips and at the same time, bobbing my head up and down. I continue to fight and at one point get up on my knees, but he twists us over tipping both of us on our sides, meanwhile he hasn't let up at all on fucking my mouth. I could feel his cock swelling and his pace picks up a bit. Not long after I felt him shoot his load in my mouth. I was disgusted and tried to spit it out, but he quickly clamped my jaw around his cock. He shot a few more times and I was forced to swallow it all. He slowly slid his cock in and out of my mouth a few more times before completely plunging all the way in again cutting off my air. I cried and I fought for my life as I could feel myself slipping away... I passed out.

I woke up at some point, thankful that I wasn't dead. My throat was sore as fuck and mouth was clammy. I gathered up the strength to get up and go into the bathroom to rinse my mouth out. I felt disgusted, nauseous and exhausted. I looked at myself in the mirror and started crying, wondering why this was happening to me? After feeling sorry for myself, other questions entered my head; How in the hell did he get in the house? And just who the fuck was this person? And what's up with that damned rubber suit?

I called the cops and reported another break-in. They arrived and checked out the entire house, but again, couldn't find any signs of someone breaking in - everything was locked. They suggested I call the security company and have them come out and run some tests. So, after the cops leave, I call the security company and explain that the alarm was set off by an intruder, even though no exterior sensors had been tripped. They agreed to have someone come over tomorrow and run a full test on the system.

Needless to say, I didn't get back to sleep. The next day I was a complete mess. The technician from the security company even made a comment to me about it. I told him that's why I needed him to test the system again. We walked all through the house together testing each sensor... They all worked just as advertised.

Completely baffled, "I don't understand it. How can someone break-in the house without setting off any exterior sensors, but set off the motion sensors in the hallway?"

"I'm not sure? Maybe there's an entry way that we missed or that you don't know about?"

I thought for a moment, "If there is, it would more than likely be in the basement, that's the door I always find open."

"Well let's go check it down there then, maybe we'll find something."

We get downstairs and the first thing he notices is the gaping hole in the brick wall, "What happened there?"

"I'm not sure... Noticed it after I cleaned the basement out. It started small, but keeps getting bigger and bigger."

He walks over and shines his flashlight into it, "Just a small empty space."

"I know. I was wondering why anyone would brick off the corner like that?"

"Hmmm...Wonder if at one point the foundation was starting to go, and someone decided it needed extra support?"

Thinking to myself... 'then why was there a toolbox with a rubber suit in it that keeps attacking me!?' ... "Yeah, that could be it."

He notices the tools and supplies laying on the ground nearby, "Were you thinking of fixing this yourself?"

"Was going to attempt it."

"I would highly recommend hiring someone. If this is added support for the foundation, you want to make sure it's done right. Don't want this corner of the house to fall."

"You're probably right."

We continue to check the rest of the basement and neither of us can find anything.

The rest of the day was uneventful due to the fact that I really didn't feel like doing anything. That night I set all the alarms, shut my door and put chair up against it - I wasn't taking any chances.

I dream again... Same as last night, I'm on my knees, the boy is in front of me, same stance but closer. His cock is rock hard and throbbing. The boy reaches towards my face and unsnaps the rubber piece covering my mouth and pulls the gag out. He points his cock at my mouth and moves forward until the head is at my lips.

"Kiss it" He orders.

I do. I feel a bit of his precum on my lips and lick it off. He slides his cock across my lips spreading more. I lick it off and stick my tongue out further begging for it. He places the head of his cock on my tongue and starts pushing it forward. As I open my mouth, he grabs my head and slowly slides it into my mouth and begins fucking me. I can feel his cock begin to swell and it's not long after he grunts and shoots...

There's a flash and all of a sudden I'm in a different place... In my living room actually and to my horror I'm inside a small cage. I try to get out but it's locked. Just then the front door opens and... I walk in. I watch as my other self walks out of the room and into the hall. A few moments later, the boy enters the room from the hall. As he does, I feel the rubber at my crotch tighten around the base of my cock. I look down and don't see any discernible difference in how my rubber cod-piece looks - just a huge bulge. I look back up and see that the boy is looking at me, smiling and walking towards the cage. All of a sudden I'm hard as a rock as the rubber begins stroking my cock. He walks up to the cage and reaches in and pets my head. At that moment I am overcome with lust and feel like I'm going to explode.

He starts talking, I can't make out everything, "...longer...rubber takes you...I will finally be free...serve me as a..."

His words caused my dick to erupt... I wake up.

I get out of bed and realize my underwear is wet, full of cum. 'What the fuck?' As I busy myself with getting ready for work I think about the weird shit that is happening and begin to wonder if I should perhaps see a shrink - or better yet, move out of this fucking house!