The following story contains graphic and non consensual sexual acts & language between a Ghost and underage teen. If material of this nature offends you, or it is illegal in your jurisdiction for you to view it, DO NOT READ any further.
This is a work of fiction and any similarity between real people or events is purely coincidental. As this is fiction, safe sex practises are not always followed by the characters, but should be by you.
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The Ghost of 66 Pruit Lane By Jakob
Chapter 3
Tom was really starting to freak out by now finally concluding that this was not his new friends trying to prank him and that all those stories he had been told were coming true. The unseen hands which were cupping his crotch began to rub up and down the front of his jeans rubbing his dick. The hands letting go of his bulging crotch made their way up to his belt. Tom was really starting to panic as he watched his belt undoing itself. Tom tried to bolt but those unseen arms wrapped around him were incredibly strong and he found himself going nowhere as his belt pulled free of his jeans. Lord Pruit looked at the belt in his hand and a though occurred to him, this boy had tried to get away from him every chance he'd had since entering the passage way.
Lord Pruit remember when he'd collected the son of the local sheriff, the man was a gambler, a very unsuccessful one and had borrowed large sums of money from Lord Pruit in order to cover his debts. If word of his gambling debts ever got out the sheriff knew he would lose everything. Lord Pruit had been eyeing of the haughty sixteen year old for some time, the boy loved using his father position to push around the people of the village. This was probably one of the only times when the villagers had approved of Lord Pruit taking one of the Boys. The very cuffs that Lord Pruit had secured his current morsel with were the ones that he forced the Sherriff to cuff his son with. All the pomp drained out of the boy as he was walked through the middle of the village at the busiest part of the day with Lord Pruit's hand on the back of his neck guiding him. The smirks on the faces of a the villagers he had stood over spoke volumes. That was another boy that had tried to run from him.
Lord Pruit smiled at the memory, that smile widened into a full on grin when a Meep escaped Tom's lips as Lord Pruit popped open the button at the top of the boy's jeans. Tom's voice could be clearly heard as Lord Pruit took hold of the zipper and slowly began to pull it down.
Tom: "No, no, no, this can't be happening, this can't be real, no, no, SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME!"
Tom heard the chuckle as he felt an invisible hand slide across his mouth as a gag at the same time as he felt another invisible hand slide down into his now open jeans. The hand in his jeans began to rub itself over the top of the boys dick and Tom couldn't help but feel his cock begin to swell due to the sensation.
Disembodied Voice: "No one is going to come for you, you are mine."
Lord Pruit cupped the boy's dick and balls in his large hand and gave them a slight squeeze.
Disembodied Voice: "These are all mine."
Lord Pruit slid his hand out of the front of Tom's jeans brought it around the back and with a shove his hand descended not only inside the back of Tom's Jeans but inside his underwear as well. Lord Pruit buried his long middle finger right into the crease of Tom's ass and flicked the tip of his large finger over the pucker of Tom's hole. A squeak escaped Tom's lips.
Disembodied voice: "This is mine too boy, I can't wait until you discover its real use".