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Halloween 2025 - Daily Story - Part 4
🕑 Added 2025-10-23 14:04:22 +0000 UTCYou guys voted for Kyle to arrive safely but to have a malfunction as soon as he entered, and that's just what happens! But what befalls our hero next? Vote below! And comment if there's anything specific you'd like to see happen.
Also, for those that have asked, I will collate all daily posts into one long post on 1st Nov and post that so that you can read it all together :)
The drive to the Haunted House was somewhat uneventful, although Kyle took his time getting into his car, conscious of how insanely tight his pants felt across his ass and his thighs.
The address for the Haunted House led him to an old building at the edge of town that he was certain had once been a frat house for the local college. It was an old Victorian house with lanterns that lined the path to the front porch.
Kyle could hear laughter and voices coming from inside, but the outside was deserted.
As he walked along the path, his polished dress shoes clicked loudly on the stone paving, and Kyle wondered if the inside would feel just as creepy as the outside.
Kyle knocked loudly on the door and there was a brief pause before it swung open with a rusty creaking sound. Dim lights flickered in the corners of the hallway, but there was no one else in sight.
“Uh, hello?” Kyle called, but there was no response, just the sounds of distant laughter and chatter.
Taking a deep breath and reminding himself that this wasn’t an actual haunted house, but a Halloween thing, he stepped inside.
However, as his dress shoe connected with the highly polished wooden floor of the hall, Kyle’s foot slipped out from under him and for a brief second, his legs spread into an almost split, before he managed to pull them back together and stand upright.
Whilst his legs hadn’t done a full split, the hushed sound of a rip made Kyle panic that he’d done some serious damage to his pants. He looked down but couldn’t immediately see any issues. Praying it was just his imagination, Kyle ran his hands over the back of his pants, feeling how tightly the material clung to his ass, but there was no hole there either.
After a quick check that no one was in the hall with him, Kyle ran his fingers over the zipper and down to the crotch . . . and that’s when he found it. There was a small hole in the crotch of his pants about the size of a dime, just big enough that he could feel his balls through the hole.
“Oh no,” Kyle whispered, wondering how he’d get through the rest of the night with his pants in that precarious condition.
“Is everything okay?”
Kyle jumped and turned around, his mouth hanging open at the sight before him. A tall guy with dark hair and the most handsome face he’d ever seen, was stood in the doorway wearing a devil horns and a pair of skintight red leather shorts, that may as well have been hot pants. His body was like the statue of a god and Kyle couldn’t stop himself from eyeing the guy up and down.
“Are you okay? It looked like you were having some problems?”
