The Haunted House

Jon and Andrew stood in the front lawn of a large, imposing farmhouse that looked like it hadn't been lived in for years. Portions of the once stately three story building's roof looked like it had partially collapsed and several columns of its wrap-around porch were missing; most of the windows were boarded up or broken and its once white paint was peeling and yellowing with age. The abandoned home, miles outside the city, looked like the perfect site for a haunted house.

The two Amajor University sophomores had responded to an online ad that seemed too good to be true. Someone had bought the old house and was going to stage an elaborate invite-only haunted house that was advertised to be a mix of sexy and scary, with a heavy emphasis on showcasing the dozen or so local college studs, including Jon and Andrew, who had responded to the open call for models to dress as sexy zombies, jacked ghouls and slutty demons. Jon and Andrew had to submit photos of themselves showing off their ripped abs and muscular bodies to even be considered, but once they were accepted the gig seemed pretty easy; they would get dressed up in whatever sensual costumes the event organizer could come up with and basically be living decoration for the elaborate show to come. 

Scattered over the yard were hyper realistic fake arms, legs and even a few heads with looks of absolute terror etched into their silicone faces. One of the legs had a bone sticking out where it would have been attached to the hip and, in keeping with the erotic nature of the haunted attraction, there were several pairs of severed, bloody fake scrotums that looked like they had been ripped off and tossed to the ground, the realistic testicles inside slipping out of a few of the bags. Man, these decorations are so realistic, Andrew thought.

"Hello there!" came a deep, and frankly creepy, voice from the doorway.

Andrew and Jon turned to look and were greeted by a tall man, at least six foot five, wearing a tattered butler uniform splattered with fake blood, standing there with a wicked grin on his face. Behind him were two much shorter men who were naked except for loincloths, their skin completely covered in hyper-realistic greenish scales and their faces done up with the best Halloween makeup Jon or Andrew had ever seen. Their eyes seemed to glow yellow as their disturbing makeup made their faces look like a mutated cross between an alien and a zombie. The elaborate makeup, along with the short yet muscular men's animalistic movements would have made them look at home on the set of a big-budget Halloween horror movie. Even though Jon was a huge fan of horror movies, the two actors' uncanny appearance made the hair on the back of his neck stand up.

The tall man stepped off the porch to greet them, introducing himself only as The Host and pulling out a folding phone from his breast pocket to find Jon and Andrew's names on a list. He smiled as he eyed the two studs and Jon could feel himself being mentally undressed by the imposing daddy. Jon and Andrew were both just shy of six feet tall with toned, muscular bodies and matching shoulder-length black hair. At a glance, the two college guys could have been mistaken as brothers

"..And these are my demon pets," he smiled as the two men lept from the porch and approached the two frat boys-turned-models with amazing alacrity considering their small, meaty frames. Andrew felt mildly uncomfortable as the two 'demons' stood next to him making grunting sounds and giving off a strong smell of ammonia and rotten meat. Up close, their makeup was even more realistic; they actually looked like scaly, demonic creatures...

As the two frightening looking men slouched awkwardly next to them, Jon and Andrew listened as the host explained what they would be doing for the evening. The elaborate haunted house was going to spare no expense from the moment guests arrived and the first thing visitors would see were the fake body parts on the lawn, with Jon and Andrew - who would pretend to be dead - jumping out to give the entering guests a fright.. The scene would look like the two ‘demons’ had just ripped apart a bunch of guys and scattered them across the lawn. The two demons grunted and let out something between a laugh and a howl.

Andrew and Jon were directed to two pre-dug holes near the entrance that looked like shallow graves.

"All you have to do is strip and get in. You wouldn’t be comfortable in your clothes!" the man gestured, the large grin on his face taking down the uncomfortable, almost horror-movie atmosphere that had been building.

Jon and Andrew shrugged and stepped out of their clothes showing off their impressive fit bodies. The host seemed to especially enjoy the two sets of fat, low hanging balls between their legs. The two demons hurriedly took away their clothes as the two college students lay on their backs in the faux graves which were the perfect depth for their heads to still be able to poke out once they were buried, which they were in short order. Instead of using shovels, the two demon actors used their hands to bury them up to their necks, using their arms like muscular shovels and moving with impressive speed. As they did so, Jon found himself at eye level with one of the fake arms in the lawn and was taken aback at the level of realism, every hair was meticulously placed onto the hyper realistic skin, the fake blood was the perfect color and even the somewhat rotten smell was well done...

"Hey cut it out, creep!" Jon yelled, Andrew looked over to see his friend had been completely buried, only his head sticking up with the fresh dirt making it look like he was indeed buried in a grave. The demon who had buried him was digging over where Jon's balls would be and in no time the two rotund genitals were sticking above the ground like two plump mini pumpkins. Jon tried to get up but the wet dirt was heavier than he thought it would be.

"Cut it out... fuck!" 

The demon who had been burying him struck Jon across the face with the back of his hand. The scales made the slap feel like it was from a sturdy leather paddle and the power of the delivery made Jon dazed.

"Ah, perfect!" the host said, "Needs to look realistic!"

A bloody gash had opened up on Jon's cheek and after another blow his eye was blackened.

"What the fuck!" Andrew shouted before the demon burying him did the same.

Jon and Andrew screamed in pain and confusion as the two demons punched and scratched at their adorable faces.  After less than a minute the two frat boys looked like they spent hours putting on bruise-makeup only this was no illusion. Andrew and Jon shouted for help but the actors inside couldn't hear them and they were hours from the opening of the show so no audience was nearby yet. The host smiled at his minions and said something in a strange language before turning curtly and going inside the house. As soon as the door closed, the demon over Andrew squatted down and started digging over his crotch until his own plump spuds were poking out of the grave. The only things visible were the two boy's bruised heads and their nuts, which looked even bigger without a body to give them a frame of reference.

"Fuck, man this isn't worth it..." Jon renewed his efforts to escape but was immediately struck by a demon weiding one of the fake arms like a club.

"Holy fuck!" Andrew screamed. It suddenly dawned on him seeing it up close that the reason the prop arm looked so real was because it WAS real! He started desperately trying to claw his way out but the wet dirt now felt heavy.

"What the fuck!" he shouted as the dirt, which had been mixed with quick setting cement unbeknownst to the two students, continued to set. The weight was becoming unbearable, pressing down on both of their fit bodies and making it harder to move.

The two minions smiled wickedly at each other and disappeared around the side of the house. Jon and his friend struggled to get free, shouting out for anyone who could hear them. Suddenly the sound of two loud, small motors could be heard and Jon instantly recognized what it was. The two demons had started lawn mowers and considering he and Andrew's vulnerable position - their heads were literally the same height as the ground - he didn't want to see just how realistic this haunted house was going to be.

The two demons rounded the corner, each pushing a large old fashioned lawn mower, headed straight for Jon and Andrew.

"Help!" Andrew screamed at the top of his lungs.

The demons ran the mowers so close to the two trapped student’s heads that the wind from the blades made their hair move. Next the demons started mowing over the scattered severed testicles and dicks, which Andrew and Jon were now sure were actually real. Sack after sack erupted into a spray of gore and chunks until the lawn was covered in splatter. Next the demons methodically mowed over every ripped-off dick, turning them into unrecognizable piles of meat. Jon and Andrew screamed and begged, trying desperately to move but their bodies were entirely encased by the now-set concrete mixture. They were trapped. 

After the demons were finished destroying every nut sack - there had to have been at least twenty scattered around the two trapped young men, they stopped their lawn mowers and stood over Andrew. Andrew wailed in terror as the two demons rose their gnarled feet and began stomping on his defenseless nuts, squashing them into the dirt. They took turns and grunted in delight as the college stud’s sex pods were mercilessly stomped.

“Oh God!” Andrew wailed. 

“Andrew!” Jon screamed, trying desperately to get free. 

The two demons just kept stomping until Andrew’s sack was an unhealthy shade of purplish black. Andrew, who was overwhelmed with terror and pain, looked up and let out one final shriek of horror before blacking out. Jon could only look on helplessly as his buddy’s chances of ever having kids were stomped out of existence. Andrew’s left nut cracked causing his sack to rapidly swell much to delight of the hideous creatures.

One of the creatures stopped stomping on Andrew’s nuts and instead took a few steps forward and hovered his disgusting foot over Andrew’s passed out head. Jon’s face became white with terror as he feared he was about see Andrew’s head cracked open like a pumpkin...

“No! Please don’t!”

Shockingly, the demons seemed to heed Jon’s truly desperate pleas and Andrew’s skull and last-whole nut were spared. At least for now. Without a word, the two monstrosities lumbered over to Jon, one of them squatted down and took his plump right nut in his hand, the hand feeling cold and scaly, but before Jon could even register what was happening the creature was squeezing with all of his might. He was stronger than any human Jon had ever encountered. Much, much stronger.

“Ooooh!” Jon wailed which made the watching demon squeal in satisfaction. 

The creature’s meaty fingers dug effortlessly into Jon’s nut, almost instantly rupturing it as if the sturdy membranes were nothing but cheap Halloween decorations. Jon literally couldn’t see straight, his mind was a phantasmagoria of terror, panic and dread. He used to watch slasher movies and muse about how he’d react when faced with that situation and now he unfortunately knew; he’d be completely overwhelmed to the point of blacking out, which he promptly did. The creature let out a howl as his fist compressed Jon’s nut beyond all realistic limits of surviving. 

Jon’s egg sized nut was compressed entirely too flat and had burst, the large organ splitting in half in his bag with the suddenly-released trapped pressure causing a literal muted ‘pop’. Jon’s bruised face twitched but his unconscious mind barely registered the sensation of his cum factory being decommissioned. For good measure the other demon stomped - more like jumped - on Jon’s sack until his left nut was swollen and purple turning his ruined right nut into sack sauce in the process. 

Pleased with their handiwork the two demons got back behind their lawn mowers and turned them on. The sound of the rumbling engines caused Andrew to groggily come to. He screamed out from a burst of adrenaline as he watched his buddy’s busted nuts turn into a shower of disgusting gore. Jon’s beefy, fat and tenderized spuds stood no chance against the powerful blades and the resulting mess was unlike any special effect Andrew had seen in even the goriest horror movie. Unfortunately for Andrew, he didn't have much time to reflect on the awful thing he had just witnessed as seconds later the other demon casually mowed over his own helpless ball bag. They were naturally quite large, but the earlier beating and the rupture had made them swell nearly twice their size....

“NOO!”

SPLOOOSH

The mower’s blade, a relentless scythe, tore into the enormous testicles, turning them into a bloody pulp that splattered the lawn. There was nothing left but a chunky, gooey mess that oozed and squelched beneath the wheels. The mess had been so cataclysmic that his face was dripping with what looked to be the insides of a very meaty pumpkin. Andrew blacked out and the two demons grinned and took their places outside the door to greet guests.

To a casual observer, the lawn just looked like it was covered in ‘fake’ body parts and unrecognizable piles of goo splattered everywhere. The two hyper-realistic ‘fake’, bruised yet handsome college guy heads sticking out of the graves added to the aesthetic. 

This was going to be one helluva haunted house...