The Funhouse

By H. K. Kiting

Erotica meets horror in this tale by H. K. Kiting. Entering a mysterious funhouse that no one else can see, Sam is locked in darkness that seems to stretch in all directions. His host, Dagon, appears. Stripped, chained, and tormented, Sam loses all control of the situation.

Dagon mercilessly subjects Sam to nipple play and edging that crosses over from pleasure into pain and back again. Using breath control and other tortuous methods, Dagon keeps Sam going for as long as he chooses to do so.

When the illuminating fire flares up high, just how far will Dagon push his captive?

Find out in this terror-tinged gay erotica with sex, bondage, breath control, peril play, fire play, deprivation, and release.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sexyfic
• Release date: Oct 6, 2015
• ISBN: 9781519997586

H. K. Kiting

H. K. Kiting is an erotica writer with dozens of titles that he has shared with the world. While dabbling in straight erotica, he specializes in gay erotica with a kinky twist. When he isn't writing, he enjoys doing "research," spending time with his husband, reading, and working out.

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The Funhouse

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

THE FUNHOUSE

First edition. October 6, 2015.

Copyright © 2015 H. K. Kiting.

ISBN: 978-1519997586

Written by H. K. Kiting.

The Funhouse

H. K. Kiting

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The Funhouse

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The Funhouse

Sam took a deep breath as he got out of the car. It was dusk, and the lights of the carnival were just coming on. He stood there for a minute looking at it.

Everything seemed perfectly normal, like any other county fair. There were a couple dozen big rides spinning and whirling, with people laughing and squealing in delight as they were flung in all directions. The delicious aromas of hot oil, sugar, onions, and popcorn wafted over him from the food vendors. Hawkers called out to the crowd from their game booths, trying to beckon people closer.

Sam wondered if the fortuneteller he’d seen in New York was laughing at him right now. We both know what you need, she’d said, seeming to look right through him when she spoke. Sam was certain there had been no secrets from her. She knew the whole truth of who he was and what he was looking for.

Start out at dawn and drive west for the day, she’d said. At sunset, you’ll find what you need.

Sam had asked the old crone how he would know what direction to go exactly, and she’d made a dismissive gesture.

Your desire will guide you. You’ll find a carnival at the end of the day. And in the heart of the carnival will be the place that you need to enter. It will be hiding in plain sight, and you’ll be the only one who can see it.

She refused to say more than that, only holding out her hand for payment and directing him to the exit. He paid her fee and left. Sam had heard the lock engaging behind him as he stood on the sidewalk, and he turned to see her taking her OPEN sign out of the window.

He was up early the next morning, heading west with the rising sun behind him. Sam felt foolish for taking the word of someone who was probably just a crazy old woman. Yet the stories and rumors he’d heard about her seemed to ring true. She has a second sight, some said. Whatever you want, she’ll tell you how to get it, others said.

All day as he’d driven, he thought about what it was he wanted. There were dark images of himself sweating and screaming. Orgasms denied and then forced out of him. Bondage not just inescapable, but without hope of ever being released. His life held in the hands of another man and squeezed until it was almost spent, not knowing if that last drop would be slurped out or if he would be spared.

He thought that if he could experience it once, fully and without limits, that maybe it could work his way out of his