Date: Wed, 1 May 2013 07:35:59 -0700
From: Charles Wolfe <c.sportswolfe@gmail.com>
Subject: The Ultimate Challenge Chapter 12

Hey everyone, I hope that you're all doing alright. Here a great Halloween
chapter to enjoy ;-)

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	I really thought I had moved on from it, I really did. Having this
happen to me again gave me slight anxiety, which didn't help too much that
it was also midterm season. For those who were close to me, they knew what
was going on even though I tried my best to mask the symptoms.

	Whenever I could I stayed at Kyle's room but with us going to
different schools, I wasn't able to always be there with him. Even though I
tried to plead with Kyle not to tell anyone I was having the nervous
shakedown, he told Ally, who out of concern for me, told Pike. Pike kept a
watchful eye on me but didn't intervene too much, instead staying hands off
and letting me be. I was grateful for him of that.

	For the following two weeks I had the hardest time sleeping
ever. For the first few nights after my nightmare, something changed in
me. I didn't know what it was but I couldn't handle going out at
night. Every time I stepped outside with Bryan or Zach, I would let them
take a few steps before I would step out with them. Half the time it was
unconscious the other half I knew it was going on but I didn't want to
fight it, my sudden return on fear of the dark paralyzing me.

	As the weeks got closer to Halloween it only seemed to get worse. I
mean come on how ironic was this? I was frustrated that I was freaking out
but I was freaking out because of something that I had no control
over. Every morning it seemed like I had to assure myself that it was going
to be a good day and that nothing was going to happen. Which nothing ever
did. But I still couldn't shake that fear that something was going to
happen again, as if the anniversary of it all was going to repeat history.

	Walking through campus I noticed how many of the offices and
buildings had set up Halloween decorations, their festive beautifications
doing a decent job of changing the atmosphere of the campus. Even the dorms
were decked out; students dorms having cobwebs hanging over their doorways,
scream sensors crying out whenever a door would open, and black light being
installed into the rooms, which weren't allowed actually.

	Two days before Halloween, I knew I needed to face this head
on. After my classes had ended on Monday, I went back to my dorm and pulled
out my boxes. Placing what ones I had still with me, I tore them all open
and pulled out each object looking for something particular. I didn't know
if I still had it but if my memory served me right, I kept it as part of my
patient costume.

	Pulling my sling out from some random rubbish, I raise it into the
air and look at it spitefully. Was this stupid thing the object tying me
back to the attack? Pulling it closer to me, I look at it closer and try to
see what all made it so special. It was a stupid sling, that's all it
was. But in my mind, for some traumatic reason, I couldn't look beyond the
reminder of what it meant to me.

	It meant my attack. It meant that the anger towards the LGBT
community is still out there. It meant that life was fragile and that at
any moment, I could die. Getting furious with thinking of the depression it
was giving me, I looked to my trash can and tossed the reminder into
it. Getting back to my feet, I walked over to it hesitantly and picked up
the liner. Tying the bag, I grabbed my things and headed out.

	I was kind of glad that Bryan and Zach weren't home because I
really didn't want them seeing me so vulnerable. Visibly I was still kind
of shaken, even though I was trying to clear my mind. After locking up the
dorm, I walked briskly down the hallway and down the stairs. I could have
waited for the elevator but I didn't have the patience at the moment.

	Tossing the sling away felt so liberating, its enclosure furthering
my satisfaction that I wouldn't have to deal with it anymore. Hopefully I
could move on. I wanted to move on. But what was I going to wear for
Halloween? Last year I was a patient because I was injured. This year, well
I didn't know what I wanted to be. Heading to the car, I drove around
looking for the closest Halloween Superstore.

	It didn't take long but as I entered I realized how out of luck I
was going to be. Granted two days before Halloween everything was going to
be gone but this place was empty. All that remained was the cliche vampire
costumes, the makeup kits, and random assortments of accessories.

	Groaning, I pulled out my phone and texted Kyle, "Hey what were
your plans for Halloween?" I wanted to know if it was even going to be
worth it to find something here. Wandering around, I tried to find some
inspiration but it was severely lacking.

	Kyle responded quickly, making me feel happy that I hopefully
didn't have to stay here. Feeling my phone vibrate in my pocket, I pulled
it out hoping we were just going to watch horror movies all night. Nope, we
weren't. "Darren invited you and I to his house for a Halloween Party. I've
been meaning to tell you for a while. Sorry it's lastt minute. If you don't
want to go, we don't have to."

	Fuck. He wanted to go. I knew he did. Even though he was trying to
deflect it, I KNEW he wanted to go to the party. "Nah, let's go. What are
you dressing as?" I gave in not just for him but because I knew it was
probably the best thing for me to do at the moment.

	Kyle sent back a quick text, "It's a surprise. ;-)" Really Kyle?
Come on, some sort of hint please? I tried pestering him for more
information but he didn't budge at all. I hope it's good then.

	Looking around, I dropped my shoulders in anguish. What the hell
was I going to go as? Moving to one of the bins, I started to rummage
through it, hoping to find something useful. The only thing that caught my
eye was a plastic ax, it's bottom slightly bent in but still usable.

	Pulling out my phone, I went to Reddit for inspiration, their crude
humor at times helping ease my worries. Scrolling through the endless
memes, I finally found what I was looking. Yea I could pull it off. I had a
blue shirt and khaki pants. All I needed was a little blood to put on the
shirt and ax and I would be fine. Good thing was there was plenty of fake
blood to use. Taking it all to the counter, I paid for the merchandise and
walked out slightly amused at my creativity. To make it even better, I had
dark hair as well, so it complimented the person I was copying.

*****

	When Halloween came around, my mindset was in a much healthier
state, the thought of the sling and attack anniversary slipping further and
further into my past. I was happy too as I looked myself over the mirror,
the slight smear of blood on the ax dribbling down the fake blade. I
fashioned a little spray onto my shirt to add the effect of the killer I
resembled, the final touch finishing it all off.

	Around 8 at night, Kyle texted me that he was outside my
dorm. Since I didn't know where Darren lived, and I didn't want to show up
alone, I asked if I could carpool with Kyle. He was actually insistent on
it, the eagerness in his voice adorable, my thoughts running wild on what
all he could be.

	Exiting out my dorm, the hallway was already busting with people
flowing left and right, several different rooms hosting parties and
socials. The RA's were going to have a blast regulating these tonight,
provided they didn't join in as well. Getting into the elevator, I pressed
the button with my ax and waited. A slight shrill called for me to hold the
doors.

	Extending my blade out to stop the closing doors, two skimpy
dressed students joined me, one a naughty cop, the other a seductive
nurse. I had to give them props on their uniforms, both of them having the
perfect breast sizes for their costumes. The nurse had her blond hair in
ponytails and the cop was baring her midriff, the belly button ring
glimmering under the dull white light. "Hey sexy." They purred out to me as
I brought back my ax. They were obviously drunk as they stumbled in.

	Putting on the most mischievous smile I could, I replied, "How is
your night going?" They were comical as they shifted when the elevator
lurched down. It was times like these that I was glad I was gay, allowing
me to hit on them without actually having any feelings behind it.

	The cop mewed out as she played with her baton. "It's going well,
just patrolling to make sure all boys be good." Her speech slightly slurred
but she got the point out. "Jennifer is providing free health checks if you
want one."Jennifer winked at me as she played with her fake stethoscope.

	The elevator dinged and the doors opened, allowing me to sidestep
them into the lobby. "As much as that would be fun, I am actually late for
a party myself. You two have a blast tonight and don't work too hard." With
a wink, I turned and headed out the doors, looking for Kyle in the parking
lot. His car wasn't too hard to find; though seeing him against the sheet
metal made me stop for a good few seconds.

	Kyle was dressed up in a sexy copy outfit but not like the
girl's. This was familiar, I just couldn't place it. He wore short short
black leather pants, the material defining his bulge eloquently. Since he
didn't have a real belt on, the plastic replica did a good enough job
holding his fake gun and cuffs. The shirt was just as super tight,
outlining his chest and arms. Moving up to him, I surprise him from his
texting. Pressing my ax against his button up shirt, I playfully press it
into him. "So who are you supposed to be?"

	Kyle wiggled the phone into his pants, its bulge just as noticeable
as the outline of his cock. Pulling out his baton, he twirled it in the air
and made several poses. My mind was drawing a blank look upon my face as he
looked at me amused. "You don't know? I'm Lieutenant Dangle from Reno 911."
It all made sense to me now. I really need to stay up to date on pop
culture. I had not seen Reno 911 short of the movie they made. Kyle looked
at me slightly confused, poking his baton at my ax.

	"I'm Christian Bale from American Psycho." I try my best to make
the face that is commonly seen on the meme, waving the ax in the air
menacingly. Kyle laughed as he watched me dance around.

	After a few demonstrations, Kyle grabbed me out of the parking lot
and pulled me in for a romantic kiss. Lying my ax on the roof of his car, I
wrap my arms around him and kiss him back, enveloping my tongue into his
mouth. As much as I tried, I couldn't help but feel him up a little, the
biceps almost screaming out to be caressed. After a few seconds of groping,
Kyle pulled back and asked, "So you ready for the party?"

	Kissing him again quickly, I gleefully state, "Yea". Pulling out of
his wrapping, I step back so he can go start the car. I open my door and
hop in, grabbing my ax off the top of the roof in the process.

*****

	I was a bit nervous about going to this party, given that the last
one I was at I made out with my sister's boyfriend, my captain, and my
friend; Pike. Thankfully Kyle was with me this time so hopefully if I did
anything wrong, he would catch me before I acted it out. Pulling up to
Darren's house, I was not surprised to see the door open but I was glad
that the party was not spilling out onto the lawn. This was a simple
kickback, nothing more.

	Walking behind Kyle, I took in the scenery, admiring the Halloween
decorations that were put up. On the outside there were tombstones in the
grass, a witch flying into a tree, and the annoying plastic cobwebs
everywhere. I did not pity them at all for when they were to take them
down. As we entered, the immediate smell of alcohol filled my nostrils, the
bitter sting of beer searing the senses. I wasn't surprised to be honest,
and as I looked around for what all they were drinking, I saw I was given
the choice of Bud Light, Coors Light, Shock Top Pumpkin Wheat, and Samuel
Adam's Harvest Pumpkin Ale.

	Looking at Kyle, I pull him close and whisper into his ear, "If you
are driving back, please don't drink. At least not too much." I really
didn't want Kyle to have to deal with the chance of getting pulled over for
DUI. Also with it being Halloween, I had a feeling the cops were going to
be out in full force.

	Kyle grabbed a beer and opened it up, saying comfortably, "We'll
share every beer ok?" He took the first sip, not chugging like the party
goers around us. Taking the beer from him, I took a sip as well and walked
with him around the house till we found his friends. Well, at least friends
I knew like Monty, Darren and Leon. The beer was a new and interesting
flavor; its pumpkin taste leaving a nice change of zest to my mouth each
time I swallowed. Everyone here seemed to know Kyle, or at least knew
someone who knew him. I kinda felt like the third wheel as I walked behind
him, holding his hand in the process.

	Monty and Leon were behind a beer pong table facing off against
another team, the balls flying left and right as we watched. During their
wait time, Leon watched and swatted as Monty walked over and shook hands
with Kyle and I. "Glad you two could make it. We're going against you two
in the next game." It was more of a challenge than a statement but after
watching the opposing sink two of their cups, I felt we could take them,
especially since Monty had to return to help Leon with the game. Both of
them were dressed up as cowboys, Monty's dress a little more realistic than
Leon's but Leon's more appealing as his was tighter and sexier.

	It didn't take long for the two of them to lose though, both of
them holding their heads in shame as they slunk away from the table towards
us. Monty tried to put on a smile, the challenge of redemption appealing to
him. "Your turn." Kyle and I looked at each other and smiled. This could be
fun.

	Playing with Kyle was an experience. I knew I had crappy skills but
it was sexy the way he moved up behind me to show me how to effectively
throw. He apparently had played it numerous times before as he made cup
after cup, slowly getting on fire. And here I was trying to just make one
stupid cup. Each time I threw, the ball would either overshoot the table or
bounce then get swatted.

	Monty and Leon were not doing much better, their intake of alcohol
impairing their ability to shoot straight. Where we, and I more mean Kyle,
had made five cups out of the nine, they had only made two. I did take
pleasuring in scrambling for the balls as they rolled back from time to
time.

	When Kyle was almost finished demolishing them, Darren and his
girlfriend came up and congratulated us on our near win. He looked over to
Monty and Leon and mocked them a little before focusing back on us. Unlike
Darren who seemed to not trust me, his girlfriend, Ashley, seemed to like
me right off the bat. It was probably because how well she knew Kyle but
either way, I was happy that she was cool. Darren moved over to my side and
inquired about my costume, it standing in opposition to his zombie husband
outfit, perfectly matching his girlfriend's costume. He then moved to Kyle
and found out the reason for Kyle's dress. "It's for Chris later, should he
do anything bad." He gave me a small wink and ruffled with my hair.

	Brushing him off, I retorted, "Oh really?" Pulling my ax out from
under the table, I rest it on my shoulders and seductively state, "Well,
should anything happen, I am sure that I will labor to make up for my
transgressions. Even if it comes to cutting wood." The sex talk made the
surrounding table roll their eyes, those who got it knowing what was coming
later and those who didn't asking for more information, only to roll their
eyes as well.

	The party flowed well into the late hours of the night, multiple
games of dealing with alcohol being performed around the house. I got to
meet a few of Kyle's friends, some of them knowing him well and others mere
acquaintances. Either way I was glad to see that my boyfriend was well
liked and in many aspects, respected.

	We left around midnight, the drive back to his dorms
short. Thankfully we were able to avoid all checkpoints and get back
safely. The dorms had died down a little as Kyle parked the car, shifting
it into gear as he turned it off. Looking at me with a twinkle in his eye,
he murmured out, "So would it be cruel and unusual punishment to handcuff
you to my bed while I suck you off tonight?"

	Unbuckling my seatbelt, I let the question linger in the air as I
emerge from the car. Moving around to him, I walk with him towards the dorm
and state my compromise, "Maybe... but I might struggle a little. Think you
can tame my beast?" If it were the weekend the dorms would have been much
more lively but since it was in the middle of the week, a good majority of
the parties had died down, many of the door shut.

 	Pressing the button for the elevator, I waited till it opened
holding Kyle's hand in the process. When the doors opened, Kyle got me by
surprise by pushing me inside quickly, slamming me up against the wall with
a little force. Caught off guard by his actions, I stood there stunned as
he clicked my right hand to the handrail. With his other free hand, he held
my head firm, kissing me in the process.

	The pressure of his kisses was invigorating, every time he would
stop for air, a popping sound radiating in the box. Leaning off to press
the button to our floor, he "accidentally" presses every other button as
well, making sure to take his sweet time with me attached to the
rail. Moving back to peck my lips, he loosens my tie as well, slowly
unbuttoning my shirt in the process. Moaning out in pleasure, I lean my
body back against the wall; the plastic cover of a safe sex ad flexing in
under the weight my head.

	Kyle was having a good time frisking me, groping my body all over
the place to make sure I had no sharp objects to poke him with. When he
came across my hardening cock, he reached inside my pants to stroke it,
purring out, "Well look what we have here, a sharp object to poke me." The
lust was flowing through his eyes as he pulled out my shirt, revealing my
bare chest to him.

	Before he could go much further, the final floor rang, the doors
opening to reveal an empty hallway. Forcing me against the wall, he undid
the cuffs only to place them on my other hand, making me cuffed behind the
back. With my shirt undone and my tie loosened, it was clear that I had
been "roughed up" a bit. Grabbing my ax and stuffing it in his belt, he
walked me down the hallway, hands holding the plastic cuffs.

	When we reached his door, he pressed me up against the wall, then
went to unlock it. Playing along with him, I stay cuffed. Though as a sign
of retaliation, I turn around and moan out to him, "Oh officer, please make
me a good boy. I'm sorry for breaking the law." Kyle was trying his best to
not laugh as he opened up his door, leading to a dark and empty room.

	Grabbing my shoulder, he gripped me tight and tossed me inside, my
punishment coming shortly. "Oh trust me, I'll make you a good boy. I'll
make you a very obedient boy." The slamming of the door was only the start
of the slamming that was going to happen that night.

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Don't think I am cockblocking you guys that easily.... You all should know
what chapter will be coming after this ;-) Stay tuned cause it will be hot
and raunchy *Squeals with joy*