Zeke frantically ran around his house trying to find something to use for a Halloween costume. He had been so excited about tonight’s party that he had completely forgotten to pick out something to wear! Once David had said that everyone from Albright Modeling Agency would be there, and a few of the guys had opted for sexy costumes, it was all he could do not to orgasm on the spot, and the thought of his fellow models in their costumes had occupied every waking moment since. His already hard cock was trying to bone up again just thinking of what he might see tonight.
Jeff was always some kind of merman. One year he was a Little Merman with his brown hair dyed a bright red, and a hyper-realistic green tail that Zeke thought may have been made by the Stratoli Brothers. Jeff had become great friends with the brothers during his brief foray into acting, so it would make sense if he went to them for his Halloween costumes. It would also explain where he was able to get last year’s costume, which had included a latex skin cover that made every inch of his body appear covered in scales, with various fins and spines growing from his head and along his arms. Zeke hoped that Jeff would go for a more classical merman this year; it was a crime to hide abs like his under anything, even body paint!
As for Mark, he liked dressing as some kind of superhero so that he’d have a chance to show off his defined body. He always opted to paint the costume on, unless there was a cape or something involved, to “give it that comic look,” but Zeke knew he just wanted to show off. Zeke wondered what his costume would be this year; last year he had gone as the Flash and Zeke knew he liked to switch between the two comic giants, so he figured he’d go for Marvel this year. He would make a great Spider-Man, or Johnny Storm (if he dyed his hair), or even Cyclops. Whatever he chose, Zeke couldn’t wait to see Mark’s abs literally painted in the costume.
Then there was Charlie. For someone who spent nearly all his time posing for Instagram and posting stories, Zeke was surprised at how in touch with his nerdy side Charlie was. He loved all things fantasy and adored going to conventions (always in costumes so elaborate that there was no way to recognize him) for things such as Lord of the Rings and stuff like that. Zeke wasn’t very into the fantasy scene, but if Charlie liked it, then good for him. Zeke hoped that Charlie would be one of the guys going for the sexy theme this year. As impressively elaborate as his convention costumes could be, Zeke drooled at the thought of Charlie as a sexy elf or barbarian or whatever fantasy creatures didn’t wear much clothes.
Zeke knew a few of the other guys would go for something interesting and unusual. The Rasmin twins would have some sort of themed costume, likely not of the sexy variety, which was a shame. Colin would have some sort of mythology-based costume. His Triton last year was on par with Jeff’s merman; Zeke wondered if the hunky Asian would try to one-up the Spanish fishman once again. David wasn’t saying anything about his costume, though he had teased Zeke that it was a dream come true for him. Zeke felt himself leak a little pre at the thought. Out of all his his friends, David was the only one who knew his secret kink. He had been careless leaving his phone open to the Metabods site, but fortunately when David had taken it from him during a playful Instagram takeover during one of their joint shoots in Buenos Aires six months ago, all he had said at the time was, “We need to find you some better stories; I can’t stand that author.” Since then, David liked to obliquely tease Zeke about guys with extra limbs whenever the chance arose.
Before Zeke could delve any deeper into his thoughts, the doorbell rang. “Shit!” he swore under his breath as he tore his closet apart. There had to be something he could cobble together and call a costume. Anything! Zeke prepared to pull everything off the rack when he noticed he was passing over a purple vest that he’d worn for Royal Magazine last year. He had loved the outfit and bought it without hesitation because it complimented his frame so well. Though a lot of the clothes he modeled were tailored for his photoshoots, this one had struck him in a way he couldn’t quite understand, nor even try to explain. Scanning his closet quickly Zeke saw a pair of white skinny jeans and a brown cummerbund, relics from red-carpet events he couldn’t remember anymore. Without another thought Zeke pulled his shirt off, smiling at his defined abs, and pulled the vest on. He managed to pull his pants up and fix the cummerbund just as he heard the door opening.
“Yo, Zeke, you ready to go man?” he heard Peter Fisk calling from downstairs. “David gave me his key to your place; he wanted me to pick you up so you wouldn’t see his costume before the party!”
Zeke held back a grin. Of course David had taken it upon himself to make sure his costume couldn’t be spoiled beforehand. He probably knew Zeke was going to cream himself on the spot as soon as he saw it, and would have Steve or one of the Rasmin twins waiting to snap a photo and get his embarrassment to trend as part of whatever the current stupid viral challenge was for this month.
“Yeah be right down!” Zeke called as he quickly ran his hands through his long black hair. He frowned slightly but shrugged; it wasn’t like he could find anything better by now. He hurried downstairs and saw Peter idly checking his phone and sporting two plastic horns on his head. A pink udder hung from the crotch of the black and white spotted pants he was wearing. Zeke was a bit disappointed that he was wearing a shirt, but smiled when he noticed black and white body paint showing under the neckline.
Peter looked up and laughed when he heard Zeke approaching. “Good thing the ride’s warm; it’s freezing out there! Probably not the best day to go for fashionista Aladdin, my friend.”
Zeke shrugged and tried to adjust his boner without Peter noticing. “Better than nothing. Shall we go?” Peter chuckled and led Zeke out to their Ryde. Ugh, Ryde, good thing I’m not paying for this driver, Zeke thought to himself. “So where’s the party this year anyway?”
“Some mansion; it belongs to this guy new to the agency. I think his name’s Levi or something. Anyway, turns out his family owns most of Harrington Heights, and he decided to let AMA use one of their summer homes for tonight. I heard the place is all decked out too, really spooky.”
“Harrington Heights? Isn’t that millionaire country?”
Peter didn’t bother to look up from his phone. “More like billionaire. I guess when your family’s that rich, it’s easy to get a job at a high-profile place like AMA. Surprised he didn’t go for one of the elite agencies though.”
Zeke nodded. While AMA was very high profile, it definitely wasn’t somewhere that would allow a billionaire to live comfortably, no matter how they invested their money. Through smart investments and a bit of luck, Zeke was sitting on $1.5 million right now, but he knew that a lot of his colleagues were barely over the $500,000 mark for income. “Maybe he’s tired of living it up,” he said more to himself than Peter.
“Maybe. If I see him I’ll ask him. Someone said he was telling people he’s a chair this year. Really weird, but hey, if it gets us a party at Harrington, who am I to judge?”
Before Zeke could answer the car suddenly screeched to a stop. Zeke and Peter looked up and saw that they had arrived at the gate to an old Victorian mansion that seemed to be nothing but turrets and towers. Zeke thought it looked more like a sided castle than a house. It had an eerie green glow about it, and the driveway up to the front was lined with twisted, dead trees that cast unsettling shadows over everything. He now knew how people felt in the Addams Family whenever they first laid eyes on the titular family’s mansion. He was so unnerved by the site that he had forgotten that the driver had stopped so suddenly, and looked around to see why.
Peter gasped and Zeke followed his eyes to the driver’s window where someone stood at the window. If he didn’t know any better, Zeke would have sworn there was an actual corpse standing guard. The gatekeeper was slurring his words into a slightly-over-the-top zombie’s moan as he asked the driver who he was and what he was doing here. Once the driver identified himself as a Ryde driver and gave his passengers’ names, the zombie nodded and slumped off out of sight. The gate audibly creaked open and the driver gulped before he continued up towards the foreboding mansion.
Once inside, Zeke was surprised at how brightly lit and cozy the place actually was. Maybe these people really are the Addams Family, he thought to himself as he and Peter looked around. They could hear music and see mist coming from down a hall on the opposite side of the foyer, and followed the sound. Zeke’s mouth hung open as they walked into an enormous ballroom that had been decorated in the most realistic cobwebs, tombstones, and and skeletal décor Zeke had ever seen.
Green witches stood hunched over a bubbling cauldron along one wall, colored smoke rising from the fire below the enormous pot. Vampires and mummies stood ready to serve behind tables that looked to be made of rotted wood holding all manner of delectable treats. Zeke almost thought he had walked onto a movie set, everything looked to realistic. If it weren’t for the enormous chandelier—complete with wax candles—hanging at least thirty feet above the center of the room he would’ve sworn he was in a graveyard. Translucent ghosts glided around the chandelier, some looking like they may have once been people and other looking like classic cheesy decorations. That wasn’t to mention the ambient howls and shrieks that blended well with the blaring modern dance music in a way that sounded inexplicably right.
Zeke was so busy marveling at the setup that he didn’t notice an arm wrapping around his shoulder until he was being squeezed against someone. “Glad you made it!” David’s voice called from right next to him. “Awesome genie costume, man; even better than Charlie’s centaur!” Zeke tried to pull free but felt David hold him tighter against his side, wrapping both arms around him and holding his head down so all he could see was a tiled floor that seemed to be projecting grass and gnarled roots somehow.
“Yeah, yeah, this place looks amazing,” Zeke said as he tried in vain to free himself. “You gonna let me go so I can actually enjoy this party though, or what?”
“Now where would be the fun in that before you’ve had some witch’s brew?” a voice sang as Zeke heard someone approaching. Though he could somehow hear their footfalls, they sounded strange, as if they were stepping lightly.
“Have a drink first, Zekey-boy,” a similar voice lilted as Zeke felt a drink being pushed into his hands. There was no mistaking that the voices belonged to Jason and Justin Rasmin. Maybe David was trying to do some new prank after all.
“I’ll let you go once you’ve had your potion,” David teased as he shifted and a menacing goblet was thrust into Zeke’s face. The sickly green liquid inside looked like it should be bubbling, but smelled like a sweet liqueur. Zeke reached up to grab the goblet and take a sip. As soon as the liquid touched his lips, he felt David release him as his legs suddenly gave out from under him.
“Whoa, easy there, clumsy!” David said, holding Zeke steady. “Boys, the man can’t hold his drink!”
“Good thing you’re there to give him a hand then,” Justin or Jason said in his naturally sing-song tone.
“Or two,” Jason or Justin added as the twins laughed together. Zeke groaned as David helped him straighten up, still holding on to his back and chest while someone passed the drink back to him. Zeke took it and turned to thank the twin who had handed him the goblet when he saw that the arm extended to him wasn’t from either of them, but from David. But how could that be possible if David was holding him upright?
“Oooooh, I think he’s getting it,” the twins said together as Zeke turned gobsmacked to behold David. His best friend’s hands fell away as David held all four of his arms up and said, “You got me.” Zeke’s jaw dropped as he beheld his friend, shirtless, holding up four hands in mock surrender, an enormous grin plastered across his face. Zeke looked him up and down and did a double-take when he saw that David was standing on not two, but three legs in a pair of black jeans that were hugging two bulges very nicely.
“What?” Zeke gasped as he turned to the twins, expecting to find their identical faces smiling jovially at him. He found himself facing only Jason—he knew because of the small mole on his right cheek—smiling at him. Zeke’s confusion must have shown, because Jason pointed down—Zeke realized he wasn’t wearing a shirt either and followed his abs down only to see more abs than he should have, followed by upside down pecs, and… Justin standing on his hands and grinning up at him. Zeke looked them up and down and tried to stammer out a response.
“What, don’t like our CatDog costume?” Jason teased, folding his arms in mock indignation.
“Maybe we should’ve gone for the ears and the orange body paint,” Justin said, standing on one hand to scratch his thin thoughtfully.
“Man, I wish you’d get it,” David said from behind, and Zeke found himself automatically responding, “Your wish is my command.” He covered his mouth and shock and looked down as he realized for the first time that he wasn’t standing with his friends, but floating. He still wore his purple vest, but his brown cummerbund had become a sash around his waist, which then gave way to a sparkling tail of white smoke. Zeke waved his hand where his legs should have been, and felt a warm, pleasant sensation as if he were getting a message, but his hands connected to nothing as they passed right through the smoke.
Zeke turned to look behind himself, and saw that the smoking tail extended behind him about a foot or two longer than his legs before seemingly merging with the mist spewing from the cauldron. With barely a thought, Zeke felt something within stir as he willed his legs back into existence, his smoke still swirling around them as he felt his feet again on solid ground.
“Now that you’ve had your initiation, let’s get this party started!” David shouted as he grabbed Zeke’s shoulder with two right hands and turned him towards the dance floor.