Haunted Mansion - Chapter 13

Thank you all again for hanging in there and reading this multi-chapter series! I hope you enjoyed it!

Here is the final and (hopefully) surprising final chapter to this series. But the saga is definitely left open-ended for Samuel White to pick up where his grandfather left off. I heartily invite any of you who want to contribute to this series to send me additional chapters -- I'd be happy to post them on my blog!

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Haunted Mansion - Chapter 13

An original chapter written by Jayse, based on an overall story concept by Wyndfeld

Epilogue

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Logan awoke to find himself lying down on a hard plastic bench. He had had the most vivid and disturbing dreams, but as the warm dawn light poured in through the window, he found that he couldn’t recall any of the details. He had an unusual, but not entirely unpleasant, deep ache in his massive bull nuts, and he could tell that they were almost painful swollen with his stud spunk. In fact, the big muscle man had never felt so horny in his life! Logan made a mental note to himself to pull three or four loads out of his powerhouse balls later on that day to relieve some of that pressure…

The young man realized that he must have fallen asleep while studying, as a textbook was lying open across his massive chest. He hadn’t even unrolled his sleeping bag or any of his other overnight supplies; he’d simply fallen asleep in his jeans and sweatshirt on the hard plastic weight bench. 

Logan sat up and shook the cobwebs out of his head. The fitness room looked exactly like it had last night — nothing had moved. Nothing had changed. And nothing paranormal had materialized. Actually, as he looked around the room now in the cleansing morning light, Logan had to admit that the room looked far more peaceful and less foreboding than it had last night. The power of suggestion was certainly strong, Logan thought to himself with an amused smirk on his stunningly handsome face. 

The hugely muscular young quarterback set about collecting all of the electronic equipment and cameras and packing up his textbooks, and then headed out into the hallway. He heard movement elsewhere in the house, and as he got to the grand foyer, he began to see the rest of his classmates gathering. The other jocks all had looks of slight confusion and disorientation on their faces as well, but they were all dressed and ready to go. He could see big Dave absentmindedly rubbing the enormous mound at the front of his overpacked blue jeans, and a surge of lust coursed through Logan’s body. He’d long idolized and pined for the hulkingly muscular brute, just as he had for that dangerously, dashingly handsome Latino stud, Rafael, who he’d caught checking him out in the showers a few weeks before. As if conjuring the young man from his mind’s lustful wanderings, Logan saw Rafael emerge from another room at that same moment. Their eyes met, and Rafael gave the handsome quarterback a stunning, dimpled smile and a wink. Logan’s heart skipped a beat, and he could feel his own huge cock perceptibly swell in his pants. Maybe it was time he finally lost his virginity and pursued one — or both! — of these incredibly hot studs! 

Professor White was waiting for them all at the front foyer. Though the older man concealed it well, Logan could tell that the professor was looking surprisingly pale and shaken for some inexplicable reason. It almost looked like the man had seen a ghost! 

The ten beefy jocks all milled around and greeted each other with that unique homoerotic form of fist bumping, one-armed hugging, and half-hearted punches to the chest or gut that jock studs the world over used to greet their brothers. At the older man’s request, they then submitted the data cards with their various cameras’ recordings to the quiet but polite Professor. Professor White then walked the ten handsome jock studs out the front door and dismissed them, telling them he’d look forward to seeing them in class that coming Monday. 

The handsome and beefy jocks smiled and waved at their teacher, and then ambled off together, talking and laughing and sharing their plans for the big upcoming weekend. As they walked away, Professor White could see the achingly handsome football jock Logan sandwiched between the even bigger musclehead Dave and the darkly handsome soccer stud Rafael. Logan had his enormously muscular arms draped over the shoulders of his two companions, while the other two men each had an arm wrapped around the young man’s slender and chiseled waist. It was abundantly clear that the trio were headed off to get better “acquainted”. 

But Professor White had very little attention to focus on such inconsequential matters. A very shaken Samuel retired back inside the house. The handsome older man couldn’t explain the events that had transpired that night. He and Corbin had planned the evening’s events perfectly, and the powerful ghost had clearly claimed his first nine victims. Samuel had seen them with his own eyes, their nuts destroyed and their sexual power transferred to Corbin! Only Logan had remained, a final sacrifice that would have assured Corbin’s ascendancy to power… with Samuel riding behind him on his grandfather’s coattails. 

But then this morning, all ten of the boys were clearly alive and intact, their mighty and meaty testicles restored to full life and vibrancy. What could have gone wrong?! 

The Professor retired to the Harper library, collapsing in a chair with his head in his hands. He then remembered the data chips that his hunky students had handed to him before leaving, and on impulse placed one of the chips into his laptop computer. It was a chip submitted by Nick, the beefy fireplug of a wrestler, and it showed him in the trophy room just as he’d been assigned. But as Samuel watched, his eyes grew wide. He watched in astonishment as the beefy blond picked up a child’s hand puppet, shaped like a cartoon panther, and then started to masturbate his ridiculously thick cock with it. And then the young man began to scream as the demonic puppet began to devour the entire massive pole of meat. 

A stunned Samuel popped in another chip, and then another, and another, and watched as stud after stud was mauled, mangled, and castrated right there on film, unmanned by unseen hands, possessed items, and levitating objects. 

The last chips were the ones submitted by Logan, the insanely handsome and hugely built young football hero with the largest sexual endowment the Professor had ever seen. The man’s already rock hard cock swelled even harder still as he watched Logan go through a monumental workout, easily pounding out weights that most men could never dream of lifting. And then Samuel’s eyes grew wide as saucers as he watched the tableau unfold between Logan and Corbin’s spirit, an epic showdown that should have ended with the young man’s emasculation, but instead ended with the utter and final destruction of Corbin’s powerful spirit. Corbin Harper, scion of the great Harper family, had been defeated by a mere college jock! 

Samuel White sat in his chair for hours, watching and re-watching Logan’s footage, utterly awed by the young stud’s super human strength and toughness, especially the brutal and inhuman resilience of his solid, sturdy, and ridiculously oversized bull nuts. Samuel blew at least half a dozen loads himself watching the footage, rubbing his big cock until it was raw from abuse. 

The Professor could only figure that, with Corbin finally and ultimately defeated, all of the sexual power he had stolen during the night had been instantly returned to the ten young studs, healing them of any trace of injury. Even Logan, whose balls had been horrifically mauled and were on the very verge of catastrophically exploding at the end of the recording, had been restored to full health and virility. 

Samuel stewed in thought for the remainder of the weekend. He was now the sole heir to the entire Harper fortune and legacy, and he planned to avenge his grandfather and achieve the quest for power that Corbin was unable to complete. 

But to achieve that goal, he would first need the sexual energy of 100 big and handsome young muscle men, and he knew exactly where to find the first ten…