Mad Doctor

He should’ve assumed something was up when he saw the price of the hotel, but it was such a bargain that he couldn’t resist. He was in the city interviewing for a teaching job, and it was a far enough distance from his village that justified a nights stay.

He wished that he had just suffered through the long drive home. His room was clean enough not to warrant any criticism, and he was too tired after the long day to even care. He just intended to take a hot shower, jerk off, and head to bed.

He turned on the shower and cleaned himself. It was a humid day and he was sweaty, the water felt great on his skin, washing off the grime. Eventually, his cock decided to chub up until all 7″ were erect and bobbing in front of him. He took it in his hand and began to jerk off, reaching up to tug at his nipple. 

He was about to blow his load when he caught something out of the corner of his eye. Through the steamed up glass he could swear he saw someone, staring at him jerking off. He yelled and pulled the glass scren door open, ready to fight whoever was there.

He jumped out of the shower and stood in the empty bathroom, the shower still running behind him. What the fuck was that? He looked in the mirror and saw his cock, now flaccid. He grumbled with frustration, looks like today will be another night of blue balls. He was too tired to work himself up again, so he just shut the shower off and walked out into the bedroom, towel around his neck.

He dried himself off and flopped down on the bed, closing his eyes and shifting off into a well-needed rest.

As the man lay dozing, wrapped in the covers, he didn’t see the figure materialise over him. A pale-faced male, no older than 20, stared down at him. He sat on the bed and stroked the man’s cheek gently, he was certainly handsome.

It had been twenty years since he had booked himself into this exact room, the room where he was murdered by his husband in a fit of rage. The spirit looks back into his memories, this man doesn’t look dissimilar to his husband. He gently presses one finger against the man’s soft lips.

Yes, he’s decided that he’s going to spend all night milking this one into the afterlife. His body turns to smoke and sinks into the mattress. In the many years that he’s been trapped into this hotel room he’s slowly began his shift into a demon, corrupted by anger and hatred.

The covers begin to shift around the slumbering male, changing shape until they resemble human hands, grapping at the man’s ankles and thighs, restraining him complete. He didn’t fully wake up until one hand had wrapped itself around the man’s cock, already taking interest after being denied its orgasm earlier.