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He lays spread out on what he presumes to be an examination table, a cold sweat breaking out over his body. The cold metal pressing against his skin, fur stood on edge from the ordeal. His thinking is in a haze of confusion, unable to see through the impenetrable fabric of the bag over his head, but a family voices rings through his ears upon waking.

"I heard you like games."

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'Look, I'm just saying' Dante started, "''m not going to Declan's house for a horror night.'

'Why not?' Carlton queried, the grin on his face not even trying to hold itself back. "You had such a great time at his last house party?"

'Yeah, waking up with a pale ale in my butt, and "fuck nugget" tweezed in my ass - how the fuck did they do that without waking me up?'

'I don't know, you were pretty sozzled that night.'

The feline huffed at his roommate. 'Yeah, like you had no part in it.'

'I didn't!'

'Well you should've come to my honour and saved my dainty lil ass'

'Dainty?!' Carlton scoffed. 'Last I checked you were picking fights with everyone. Either way, I think we'll be fine - I've heard about this thing we can go too instead.'

Dante's tail started flick excitedly to and fro, his ears perking up at a viable alternative; something better than a night at Declan's where he could expect a repeat of his piss poor pale ale collection, being hit on by the Skunks less reputable friends and, again, ending up with his fur plucked out into some sort of vulgar message.

'Okay, enlighten me then?'

'Well there's this little scareground attraction I've heard about people going to at hell lane," the marsupial stated. "Its open deep into the night and it features all these terrifying 'fear factories' - a hospital, a haunted hotel, and if that gets to much for your "dainty, sensitive soul" they've got a bouncy castle. You can join all the other kids if you want.'

'Yeah, cos I'm the one who ran out of Texas Bone Breakers' Dante taunted.

'Dude, you know that was a pretty intense film. Don't even tell me you don't still wince at that meat grinder scene.'

'Whatever, sweets. Just read up on it a little and tell me what you think, but I'm totally here for it. Now I gotta go - Phyllida's expecting me today." Before Dante sets out the door, his eyes adorned in a light coating of pink eye-fur shadow and a simple galaxy print shirt and black skinnies, he throws a part of purple pants he finds at the front. "And do some cleaning! Its your week off, do some shit!'

'Whatever, mom!' The marsupial replies, his friend rushing out the door. Only a few moments after he leaves, Carlton turns to the laptop and unfolds it, writing in the messenger window he left open.

Okay, so I got that one sorted. Should be fun ;)

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The delivery had just come in and the back room, cramped as it was already, filled with boxes. The bulk of the boxes are labelled "cleansing smudge" and "Himalayan salt", ready for the projected day of customers flying in and out of the store, ready to clear out their houses of negativity and bring about a new month of self love.

'Why the fuck did we order all this shit again?' the Blonde Jindo behind the desk called out too Dante, who was currently stuck in the heap, opening a case of sage and copal smudging sticks. Phyllida sat their with a bottle of water, sipping it through a straw while she was waiting for her soybean burger from the café upstairs.

'I don't know, you're the one who ordered this' the feline retorted. 'Besides, we might have a good day today.'

She took a long sip from her bottle, putting in on the desk before getting up to arrange the amethyst pieces atop the cupboard next to her. 'You're right. I mean this is when all those social media witches decide to leave the house and come into another dingy room, why not this one?'

'Exactly! I'm sure there's more witches than drag queens being born this month'

'I don't know about that... people wanna see Ophelia Buttcrack. She's gotten better too!'

'She still got that name though?'

Phyllida nodded and twitched her nose in visible embarrassment. 'I may have picked mine from a book, but like... I got this big ass rocks if you wanna talk it over, catch my drift.'

Dante chuckled at his friend and manager's little quip. He always found it funny that as someone who invested so much time into mindfulness, spirituality and the occult, she was one of the most sceptical people he'd known, as well as the person most likely to call you on your bullshit, as well as the one most likely to settle a dispute with her hands.

'I catch your drift. So, you got anything planned this week?'

'Nah man, just probably gonna have a horror marathon' she replied. 'Saving my money for Halloween weekend, maybe help a friend sort out her samhain feast. What about yourself? You and the cute sugar glider doing anything?'

'Yeah, but he's not told me much. There's apparently a scareground on Hell Lane, so we're heading for that later today.'

Phyllida pauses and scoffs, seemingly in disbelief. 'I'm sorry, a scareground on Hell Lane?'

Confused, the feline continues 'yeah, out in the rural bit. Why, you heard much about it?'

'The scareground? Nah. I've heard about some good things around the area, but not there/ Hell Lane though?' she paused, taking a sip of her bottle. 'This might sound really melodramatic, given its literally Hell Lane, but I know all kinds of crazy bullshit has happened down there. There's been more than a handful of shady dealings down there, but it's the supernatural activity that concerns me.'

'Supernatural?'

'Yeah. There used to be a satanic cult that conducted their rituals out that way. They were active for a few years and it got to the point people were committing what you'd describe as a witch-hunt. There even used to be a little den that they frequently used. It was demolished not to long ago, don't you remember?'

'Not particularly' Dante replied. 'But come on, it's a Halloween story, it can't be that bad.'

She looked over at him, giving him the sternest look he'd ever seen from her. 'Listen, I'm right. I don't take this stuff lightly, you've seen me outright tell people coming in here that some of this stuff is BS for them, but trust me on this one. When the veil between world's is thinnest, shit goes pretty crazy. And the veil's pretty thin on Hell Lane already. Torture, sacrifice, dark forces - all truth.'

Dante paused, unable to come up with a retort. All he could think was it couldn't be true. He's heard his fair share of scary stories about a local cult, but he did recall hearing about the house on Hell Lane, if only briefly. Maybe Phyllida was onto something - but did Carlton know? Was that the real reason why they were going? Was the scareground on the remains of the house?

Breaking the intense silence was Phyllida's mobile, chirping a little tune. 'Well, looks like the bean things done. Why he's not bringing it down... you know what, I should've gotten a real burger.'

She left the feline in charge for the next few minutes, choosing to eat her lunch in the vegan café upstairs. He took the free time to fix his eyeshadow, looking into the House on Hell Lane a little and finding that Phyllida was right. He looked up the scareground that he and Carlton are thinking of going to - and the location seems to be near the house. His fur stuck up on end on the back of his neck, his body going cold. He didn't usually let this sort of stuff freak him out, but after Phyllida warning him about going, all he could think was something foul was afoot.

There was only one way he was going to find out, and best-case scenario? He had a story to tell afterwards. Worst case? He didn't dare think about that.

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The sun had gone down long before the Cat and the Sugar Glider made their journey to the scareground. While he'd had time to calm down and get over the tensions he'd developed in the store and in the moments after he'd left the store and gotten ready to go, he was still in edge about the situation. Even if he didn't personally feel in any sort of danger, he couldn't shake off the feeling that something suspicious was gonna happen; he couldn't help but think that something bad was going to happen.

'D, you okay? You've gone kinda quiet on this journey - everything okay?' Carlton asked, feigning concern.

'Yeah, its nothing' he responded, scratching the back of his neck.

'No, you're gonna tell me - we're here to have a good time, and you don't look ready for anything like this. Tell me, what's gone on?'

He twitched his thumbs and wagged his tail nervously, struggling to get the words out. 'Okay, so I told Phyllida today what we we're doing, and she told me all this stuff happened in the area. Then I went and did a little googling and... it all checks out. And I know this sort of thing's dumb before you tell me, but... the spooky, satanic cult talk and all? Got me all wigged out.'

Carlton scoffed and grinned at the boy 'You serious? Scared by some ghost stories? Listen, I know you and Phyl take all that occult and witch stuff super seriously, but I've gotta tell you - its not gonna happen. We're just going out the an attraction, we're gonna have our minds blown, we're gonna be scared shitless. If there's any sort of danger, we're sorted. And if anyone tries it with you, I'll show them who's boss, okay?'

Dante chuckled at the reassurance, a smirk forming across his face, whiskers twitching. 'My knight in shining armour now? You gonna slay the dragon too?'

'Slay? I'll do worse than slay that asshole.' Carlton swings an imaginary sword and pretends to stab the dragon. 'That asshole wouldn't know what he got himself in for.'

Seeing how Carlton dealt with the issue made Dante laugh, and slowly but surely his nerves were tamed. He knew Carlton could talk him down from any situation, and this was no exception; he always seemed to know how to keep the tension from building too much. It was one of the qualities that made Dante so infatuated with him.

Within a few moments the pair had made it to the supposed car park for the scareground. The twosome looked around in confusion at an empty field, nothing indicating any sort of activity aside from a sign:

S C A R E G R O U N D : N I G H T O F D O O M

This seeming lack of activity to back up the sign already had Dante reconsidering the night. Aside from the obvious lack of activity, the cat already had fears of what exactly could happen in this situation.

'Okay, don't panic' Carlton quickly said, seemingly aware of Dante's fear. 'This might be part of the setup. You've gotta go find where it is, and then you gotta survive. Makes sense?'

Dante nodded, hoping his friend's strained logic was sound. 'I-I mean, this place is pretty scary on its own. Just adds to the effect.'

'Exactly. Now, we're gonna go into the grass and we're gonna find it, okay?'

Dante was reluctant about the situation, but nevertheless there was something leading him to side with Carlton. The two ventured into the grassy moorland, eventually making it into grass which reached up to their torsos, making the sight in front of them unclear. Nothing majorly disastrous, just some obscured views.

Dante tripped in the grass and couldn't see anywhere around him. Not long after, he heard a scream from Carlton.

'Carlton?!' He called out, hoping for some kind of an answer from his friend. He got up and looked around in panic, not seeing his friend for miles around him. He stopped a moment, still looking, trying to figure out what to do. He had left his phone in the car, so the most obvious course of action that comes to mind is to grab his phone and ring someone, anyone who would listen.

As he made his way to the car, it dawned on him... maybe Carlton was tricking him. Upon thinking this, he turned to the field before him and called out once more.

Before he could call out to his friend, a mysterious figure came from behind. The bag descended over his head the string tightened around his neck, another rope tied tightly around his hands. Dante tried his hardest, but he could not shake off the mystery assailant. His first thought was Carlton winding him up, but then he thought a little harder -why would Carlton go to the effort to drive him out in the middle of nowhere, fake his own kidnapping and capture him in the process?

'Who the fuck are you?' the feline cried out from under the mask, his unknown assailant restraining him. Dante found himself struggling against The assailant, ultimately succumbing to their will; leading to Dante being restrained by handcuffs, his hands tied in front of him. His breathing begins to become heavy, his body tingling with fear as he feels his assailant dragging him to his feet by the nape of his neck, walking him forward through the grass in an unknown direction.

Not before long he finds himself being walked up to a mysterious house - having nothing but the sound of the door unlocking to indicate where he was. His assailant pushed him into the room and switched on a light.

'Wh-where are we?' Dante asked.

Before he could ask again his assailant forced him back on his feet and lead him to what felt like a cold, metallic examination table. He'd resolved himself to accept his fate, whatever it was that was written for him; Dante instinctively sat on the table, shuffling so he was spread out on the table. The captor grabbed a hold of the handcuffs and suspended them with chains, latching them with some kind of lock. He struggled and tried to release himself but everything about the setup was solid - solid chains, solid cuffs; the tightness of the cuffs rubbed against his wrists, the struggle causing pain in his wrists.

'What do you want?! Let me go!' he screamed out. 'What have you done with Carlton?!'

With no answer for the panicked cat, the sadistic capture simply opened a drawer, rustling around various metal tools. What's he gonna do to me Dante thought. In what felt like an eternity, Dante couldn't help but visualise every sort of mutilation and destruction unfolding - loss of limbs, sadistic bone breaking, vivisection of the likes he could only imagine. At least, he hoped it was only imagination.

Before he could finish these fearful fantasies, he heard his assailant play with a set of scissors. Before he could think to utter any words of defense and protest, his reaches for his t-shirt and begins cutting through it, leaving his stomach and bare chest exposed. At the sudden bareness over his chest fur and stomach the feline shuddered, terrified at the prospect of what was to unfold.

The coldness of the stick-on pads made him shudder, his capture pressing at least four across his left breast. The sudden realisation of the thumping sound echoing through the room dawned on him - he's been connected to some kind of heart monitor, revealing his heart rate in the moment.

What does this sadistic bastard want from me??

The sudden thought that this anonymous captor may have more sinister motives made his heart rate increase, his chest thumping in fear, his heart rate rising from 90 to 120 bpm, his blood running cold as he could hear his body physically reacting to the fear. His heart rate was increased further by the sudden sensation of his captors hand running up his leg, slowly reaching up his leg, caressing his thighs longingly and tenderly. This pushed his heart to beat harder and faster, the sound of it jumping in his chest filling the room, his body confused by the fear of isolation and captivity, the sudden relief and feeling the touch of this mysterious captor and the pleasure of the hand running up his thigh, reaching for his crotch, where he could feel his cock rising in his trousers.

The captor begins to do more to make his test subject nice and cosy, removing his shoes first, followed by the slow, teasing peel of his trousers. The captor was more than eager to get underway, removing Dante's underwear without a hint of hesitation.

'Okay' Dante chimed in, finally able to vocalise his protest, voice quivering with all the sensory overload he's currently experiencing. 'What the fuck do you think you're playing at? What sick as game do you think you have planned?!' It was at this that a familiar thought had entered his head.

His suspicions were confirmed when the familiar voice rang through.

'I heard you liked games.'

Dante didn't know how to react to this realisation. All the time he's been here, wondering what was happening with his friend, his roommate... he's been here the whole time, messing with him.

This was confirmed when the sugar glider removed the bag from his head, looking at him with a sadistic, cheeky grin. Dante's heart rate increased again, his body going numb with a mixture of relief, rage and excitement.

Having collected his thoughts, he was struggling against the chains that shackled him, confused as to what he wanted to do after he had in mind. 'Okay, what the fuck are you playing at?!'

'Oh? You have no idea?'

'NO! What are you doing?!'

'Well' the sugar glider began, 'a little birdy - you, drunk at declan's party, told me you wanted something particularly risqué. You wanted to be kidnapped by someone, chained up in a shoddy shed, and you wanted to be teased and strung out for however long you could deal'

'W- so you thought this was a good idea?? What the fuck were you thinking?!'

'I wasn't thinking' Carlton chuckled. 'Besides, your twitchy little pecker's telling me otherwise. Which reminds me...' Carlton walked back over to the draw he got the scissors from and reached for a cock and ball constrictor, placing the two rings over his cock and testicles, constricting them both - made harder by Dante's initial resistance.

'Well' Dante remarked, the sound of indignant acceptance in his voice, 'what did you have planned from here?'

'You tell me' the marsupial remarked, reaching for a bottle of tingling lubricant. Using both his gloved hands he lathers it across his friends genitals, softly gripping and massaging his sensitive cock. Before long Dante was struggling against his friends tender touch, the soft, minty buzz from the lubricant running deep within his skin, his breathing picking up and the same rate as his heart's BPM, rising to 150, moans escaping his mouth as Carlton massaged his balls. The marsupial soon removed his hands from his friends cock, the mint still running the warm-yet-cold sensation across his manhood.

'Fuck, what brand is that?' the cat asked, his head a haze of sensations and emotions.

'Lets deal with that later and get on with the good stuff' Carlton retorted, pulling out a peculiar object - a basic plastic bag. 'Now, you don't know what I'm gonna do with this, do you?'

'N-no?'

'How about this?' he asked again, pulling out a vibrating butt plug. Using the same mint lube Carlton slathered the plug thoroughly, running a finger inside of his friends tight pucker, the cat moaning from his friends delicate, tender touch, leaving him with a mind-blowing sensation of cool tingle around his entrance. Without letting up the sugar glider slowly teased the plug into him, working until it finally lodges itself into him, Carlton immediately setting the plug up onto a curious setting - slowly building up intensity, sudden jolts from the lowest buzz to a near violent assault. Before the feline could get his bearings, the marsupial plunged the clear bag over his friend's head, sealing off any potential air using an elastic band.

'Like that, boy?' the sugar glider asks, devilish grin on his face as Dante looks around in shock, feeling the bag constricting over his head as he takes each rushed breath. 'Be careful - you've got a limited supply in there.'

Aware of this, the feline tried to keep his breaths even, the sweat forming in the bag as he tried his hardest to breathe in and out, in and out, keeping a steady rhythm whilst avoiding any sort of panic. His heart rate began to increase from the struggle, his heart beating out of his chest as he tried to remain calm, ultimately failing. Carlton began playing with his twitching cock again, slowly stroking over his head as he twitches at the touch. His breathing started to become laboured with each breath, his body starting to twitch with the need to remove the bag, his breathing in turning into a gasp, his exhalation a groan of begging, begging for freedom and oxygen.

Sensing the need to relieve his friend, Carlton reaches up and releases the bag from the bottom, pulling it up over Dante's mouth, the cold air hitting his mouth a relief to him; he took in as many breaths as he could, knowing that he may have a limited window before he's subjected to this again.

'Scared yet?'

Dante couldn't think of anything but breathing in as deeply as he could, focusing on nothing but this and the sound of his heart rattling chaotically from the heart monitor, nodding his head up and down.

'Good' the sugar responded, the smirk on his face evident in his voice. 'Cos you'll be happy to know I'll go easy on you. I'm letting you have this, but for the next time I have a challenge for you. You're not allowed a free breath until I've made you cum, okay?'

Dante was going his composure again, still in a daze from all the sensations. 'W-what do you mean?'

'What I mean is I have your pleasure, your heartbeat and your air supply all in my hands. And I want to play with it. I want total control over you and to show you what I can do. You may have thought you beat me with that game, but trust me - I can outplay you. Now, I'm not just gonna jerk you off here, oh no. In fact, this whole powerplay's getting me a little strung up.' Without a trace of hesitation Carlton dropped his trousers and stripped off his t-shirt, his still gloved hand playfully rubbing his throbbing clitoris, the lube still on his hands. At the sudden wave of sensation over his nether region Carlton gave out a pleasured moan, his fingers venturing deeper into his sensitive pussy, the mint tingling more intense the deeper and deeper he pressed. 'Alright, ready tiger?'

Dante had looked on at the display of power coming over his roommate and was in awe, his mind pushing him further and further over the edge. 'Please.'

'Please what?'

'Please sir... fuck me.'

'I thought you'd never ask.' The Marsupial slowly made his way to the table, straddling over his bound friend, grinding his still tingling labia over the sensitive feline cock, the two in instant ecstasy as the lube intensified ever movement. Not waiting long, Carlton positioned his friends cock between his lips and slowly grinded down, the two moaning in unison; each stroke over the feline's cock, each tantalizing slide into the marsupials passage, increased with the seemingly stronger and stronger sensation of mint between the two friends as they fuck.

As if he remembered at the last moment, Carlton quickly leaned over and pulled the bag back over Dante's head, the rubber band cutting off the oxygen again. The two looked each other in their eyes as Carlton started grinding teasingly over his sensitivity, his heart skyrocketing as he feels himself coming close to climax, his head in a wave of ecstasy.

'Come on, I don't wanna make this easy on you' Carlton said. 'I want you to fuck me.'

Without even questioning the boy he obliges, his hands struggling against the hook and cuffs, Dante's hips slamming hard into Carlton as he yearns for his orgasm, working to keep his breathing steady, failing as he can feel his breaths becoming laboured again, the intense need for air and the accumulating driving him crazy.

Suddenly Carlton pulls the bag back over his face, further making breathing difficult. 'That's it, good boy. Don't stop now, you're not free until you fill me!'

His breathing suddenly being limited to such an extent caused his body to work into over drive, his cock almost numb from the collective pleasure of his friends wetness, the tingling of the mint lubricant and the pure excitement that can only be described as a result of the oxygen deprivation; his heart is on the verge of bursting out, more than likely somewhere above 200 BPM, ready blow through his chest. There's a small part of him that doesn't want this to end, almost as if he's accepted this potentially lethal threat as an ideal paradise, but there's still a need to gain his freedom, as well as a need to release his tension.

With one last, laboured thrust, he drives himself deep into his friends tightness, filling him with thick, copious shots of cum, his orgasm made more intense by the sheer desire to breath in oxygen. His body is on the verge of shutting down when Carlton removes the bag from over his head, he himself holding his feline friend close in his embrace, the two gathering themselves in post-coital, post-control bliss, both listening to his heart rate slowly reach its regular rhythm again.

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After a few moments of laying with each other, Carlton begins the process of getting everything detached, switching off the monitor and detaching the pads from Dante's chest, taking the feline's arms back down and releasing them from the handcuffs.

'Better than you imagined?'

'Much better' Dante retorted, a pleasured grin forming across his face. 'I mean, I do remember telling you that, and I remember you saying you'd totally re-enact this whole situation - but you didn't have to go to so much effort.'

'What can I say?' I don't half-arse this.'

'Yeah, but you had me genuinely terrified for a second there.'

Carlton shrugged and gave Dante a cheeky wink. 'What? I'm a sucker for authenticity. It's even better when you don't realise you had this planned too.'

'Right... I think. So wait, did you tell Phyllida about this too?'

'Well, not that I was gonna fuck your brains out - just that I had a surprise for you.'

The two friends talked about the dream scenario over and over again - how did he get the monitor ('it's a long story'), where did you get that power hunger ('trust me, when you're the youngest in the family you develop some shit') and when to do this again ('I'm not getting that kinky again for a while, but just gimme something and I'll work with it').

Now to the next plan - actually going to a scareground.