Warning: this story contains scenes of Penectomy (the removal of the penis), Castration (the removal of the testicles), Supernatural beings (a ghost), and has scenes which are of a gay sexual nature. Scenes exist in consensual and non-consensual situations. If you don’t like any of this, please close the document now.

Here’s the thing about hauntings. Whereas the stereotype of ghosts and hauntings tends to be in a drafty old castle, or large dilapidated old manor house, hauntings aren’t restricted to just those domains. And rather than ghosts banging around in an ancient property where people once lived and died hundreds of years ago, a haunting can begin – anywhere, in any house and at any moment... If you are reading this in a cosy house built in the last few decades, don’t be getting a feeling of being safe from hauntings… as this tale is from a house which had only been completed not a month before…
Jasper was a hard-working rabbit. Twenty-one years old, always driven and absolutely always putting everything he could into what he did. He’d left university and dropped into a nice reasonably well-paid job as the leader of a team of coders. The benefit of this, other than having a pretty good wage was that he also could work from home – and with the opportunity of a really nice house coming up, and having the money saved for a deposit he couldn’t resist being the first resident of number 30 Northbank Rise.
It was a new-build house in a quiet suburban neighbourhood. Having been approved for a mortgage and then the completion where he picked up the keys – he felt so proud that he had done something so grown up! The walls still smelled of fresh paint, the floors unmarked by previous owners, all the fixtures and fittings, from the taps to the boiler – everything was gleaming... everything was perfect – and finally he had a place to call his own – his very own house!
He had had a fairly low-key house party – he was never into getting drunk or loud music – but he’d had a few friends and family over for a takeaway and a film night. After the last of the guests had left – he looked around his house, everything exactly as he had always dreamed. 
It was a couple of evenings later, and Jasper was sat on the sofa wearing his usual cosy home clothes of a soft pair of sweatpants, and a t-shirt, watching some videos on the tv. The soft glow of the tv illuminated the room and as he reached out for his cup of hot chocolate, there was a sudden sharp knock on the door – three times. 
Jasper jumped – he wasn’t expecting anyone visiting tonight? He looked at the clock – it was 7:30 pm... too late for any delivery or friendly drop in?
Jasper paused the video, the room filling with a quiet as he stood up and padded over to the door on the comfy new plush carpet. He hesitated for a moment before reaching out for the door handle and opened it. 
The motion sensitive porch light was lit, but the doorstep was empty. He scanned the area, but there wasn’t a person in sight. He stepped outside and looked up and down the quiet road, but still there wasn’t a soul to be seen. His face took on a puzzled expression. A chilly breeze blew past him, bringing with it a few crisp fallen leaves from the newly planted young trees along the street – them spinning and rustling round his feet. 
“Weird..” he mumbled to himself as he turned to head back inside, and locking the door behind him. He decided that some kids must have been knocking about the neighbourhood, and with him not getting to the door fast enough – he must have missed them getting up to their mischief. Though as he went to bed that night, the staircase being just by the front door – he found himself once again thinking about it.
A few days later, he started to begin to feel he was being forgetful. He could swear he put his keys down on the kitchen counter, but then find them on the hallway table. A book he’d been reading, he knew he had set it down on the coffee table, but he found it in the dining room. He could swear he hadn’t left it in there… but maybe, while he was thinking about the plans and rotas for the team on the following week – he had absentmindedly picked it up and plonked it down there. It was, after all, on the way to the kitchen. He wondered if it was the stress of moving in, or just getting used to the new surroundings that he was being a little more forgetful than usual, so he dismissed it all with a shrug, it’s not like it mattered.
Then came a night that began to turn scepticism into a fragile concept. 
Jasper had finished watching a long travel vlog, it finishing at one o clock in the morning. He knew he should have gone to bed sooner, but it’s not like it mattered, he would catch up on sleep at the weekend. He headed upstairs and slipped his t-shirt off over his head, then tugged his comfy blue sweatpants down to his ankles, stepping out of them, before sitting down on his bed, pulling his feet up and grabbing his phone – laid there in just his briefs.
He loaded up a couple of messages he’d sent to one of his best friends... a fellow rabbit called Ben, who he’d always secretly had a thing for... And in these particular messages he’d alluded to him coming over one night for a night in, and Ben had made some vague references to them doing other things. It was enough to spark Jasper’s imagination into overdrive – and in his mind he was undressing his friend, getting onto his knees and pushing that tasty dick that he’d never seen into his maw as quick as he could… 
His hand moved down to his briefs, squeezing and teasing at the bulge to the front of it.. feeling his member squishing and being pushed back into his body a little, being left with nothing but a pinchful of foreskin trapped in his undies. 
He pulled his briefs down, his semi hard uncut dick bouncing free, flopping over his fairly impressive balls, sat like a couple of lemons housed in a velvet pouch. Though he had impressive balls, his dick was more average size – and as he teased and played with it, it maxed out at about five and a half inches, twitching and throbbing as he did. 
As he imagined himself sucking off Ben, he started to paw himself – up and down his sensitive length, almost tasting that imagined dick in his mouth… 
Suddenly he was jolted from his fantasy, his hand freezing in place, still holding his dick – there was a quiet thudding noise downstairs.  He laid still, his ears straining to listen as he tried to make sense of what it could have been.. Maybe he had left something on the edge of a table, or chair arm? He slowly allowed himself back into his imagination again, pawing his length back and forth.. moaning out quietly as he started to feel the orgasm rising in his lower body. 
A bead of pre escaped the tip, being worked over the head by his supple foreskin gliding back and forth – and all the while thinking about having his maw around that tasty length he just presumed was a tapered dick coming from a fluffy sheath..
He couldn’t last long… and with that focus fixed on that imagined length in his maw, he cried out loudly, shooting rope after rope of seed up into the air, landing about him and over his tummy.. With having larger balls – volume was also something of a gift he’d always had.. 
As the afterglow set in, he panted, starting to wonder what he was going to mop up with.. 
But there it was again… Another sound from downstairs. This time, with more of a scraping noise – as if something heavy was being dragged across the living room floor. As the noise continued, he held his breath, every muscle in his body tense, waiting. 
The noise stopped, and briefly silence returned – his room seemingly now flooding with unease.. 
Jasper sat up, his heart pounding, swung his legs out of his bed and pulled up his sweatpants. He grabbed his t-shirt and mopped his tummy fur clean. He switched on the bedside lamp before grabbing his phone, switching on the torch and taking a deep breath, he opened the bedroom door. 
The hallway was dark, and still. He paused… uncertainty growing in his mind. Had he just imagined it? He shone the light of his torch down the stairs, and there was nothing but silence and staircase looking back at him…
He decided he should go and look anyway... He began making his way down the stairs, with each step settling under his weight. The sounds had stopped but the air felt somehow thick with expectation. As he reached the bottom step, he paused, listening.
Suddenly, a loud crash echoed from the living room! It sounded like the glass on the coffee table had smashed! His entire body seem to be lit up from inside with adrenaline. His heart was pounding furiously, and his stomach was feeling almost sick from a fear that someone must have broken into his house! 
He steeled himself, taking bigger deeper breaths, bracing himself for what was about to happen… he quietly tiptoed up to the door of the living room, before finally bursting in!
“GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE!!” he shouted loudly as he wildly waved the light of the torch about in the living room trying to find whoever it was.
The living room however was unchanged… The furniture was exactly as it was, everything in its place. Even the coffee table he had heard smash just seconds ago, was sat, still with his empty mug sat on top of it. 
He hurriedly ran through into the dining room, then into the kitchen – the trespasser must be in there! …. But there was no one. No broken windows, no open doors – and on checking, all doors locked still. As he neared the window, he could have sworn he saw a flicker of movement out of the corner of his eye. He spun around, the light quickly following, but there was nothing. Just the shadows cast by the furniture, shifting slightly as the beam moved.
He found himself downstairs, surrounded by nothing but the dark, silence and the shadows being cast from his phone’s torch.
Jasper walked back into the living room, looking behind the sofa, but there was nothing out of the ordinary there. He turned, and keeping his eyes darting around the living room, he backed out of it, closing the door in front of him after leaving it. 
He turned and hurried back upstairs. When he finally reached his bedroom, he shut the door behind him and then leaned against it, trying to catch his breath.. Eventually, he put his phone on the bedside table, got into bed, and pulled the covers up right to his chin… it took him a while to turn the off the lamp... and that night – he didn’t get much sleep. Every small sound – the house settling, the wind outside – had his eyes snapping open and his heart racing…

 The following day, Jasper invited Ben over to at least give him some company that following evening, and it was 7pm and things seemed to be going fine. There had been no strange occurrences through the evening and Jasper decided to bring up what had happened the night before.. 
Jasper glanced over at Ben, a white and black furred bunny wearing grey sweatpants and a green t-shirt, who was lounging on the sofa. “Hey Ben… can I tell you something weird?” Jasper asked, with a bit of hesitancy to his voice.
“Of course man,” Ben said, sitting up slightly “What’s up? And by the way… not that I wanted to tell you – but you look like you haven’t slept at all.” 
Jasper sighed and rubbed a paw over his face “Yeah. I didn’t get much at all last night. Something weird’s been happening in the house.” He paused, glancing over into the darkened dining room “Last night... I heard something down here – like furniture moving. And I swear there was a crash – like breaking glass… but when I got in here – everything was just normal...” 
Ben looked curious but puzzled “You sure? Maybe you were tired and, you know … just imagined it?” 
“Nah... it was so real. And then just for a split second – I saw something ... or someone. It felt like someone was there… It’s been happening for days. My keys, the book in the wrong place … I’m starting to think I’m not alone here...” 
Ben started to look a bit more concerned about what his friend had told him “Whoa ... okay. That’s pretty freaky...” He said before then gaining a half smile “You sure it’s not you being a little extra forgetful? You know – since you’re always zoning out when you’re thinking about work?” 
Jasper smiled back weakly but there was a bit of a tremble in it “I wish it was... but I just ... I don’t know. I just think there’s something watching me in here… I know it sounds ridiculous…” he said starting to show a little more emotion
Ben reached over and put a hand on Jasper’s shoulder “Hey, it’s not ridiculous... Look, you’re my best friend. If something feels off, it probably is. And you don’t have to be here on your own if you don’t want to be, ok?” 
Jasper looked at Ben, his heart now starting to pound for an altogether different reason now... The warmth of Ben’s hand on his shoulder, the genuine concern in his voice – it made Jasper feel much safer, and less exposed. “Thanks Ben… It means a lot you being here.” 
Ben smiled, “Any time dude. How about I stay over tonight. If anything tries to mess with you, they’re going to have to deal with me too.” 
Jasper snickered, feeling the tension easing “Alright, you’re my personal ghostbuster now!” 
“Right,” Ben said “Let’s get some pizza in, and maybe put a movie on… but nothing ghost.” 
Jasper smiled and nodded. At least for now, the house seemed back to what it used to feel like for him... warm, and cosy.
The evening went smoothly at first. They ordered pizza and argued about which toppings to get – and as they waited for the pizza to arrive, Jasper couldn’t help but steal glances over at Ben, feeling a flutter in his chest. 
They ended up deciding on an action movie, something loud and entertaining to keep their minds off the feeling that had settled into the house. They both leaned back on the couch, their legs stretched out, and the pizza box open on the coffee table. 
But it was as the movie entered a quieter scene, Jasper’s ears twitched… A sound – soft – barely noticeable came from the hallway. It was a faint thud, like something falling. Jasper glanced at Ben who seemed engrossed still in the movie and decided to ignore it. It was probably just his mind playing tricks again…
A few minutes later came another sound. This time it was louder, more distinct. A creak like a floorboard being stepped on. Jasper felt a chill run down his back and legs, his eyes darting to the hallway. He looked at Ben once again – who had also heard it this time. Ben paused the movie, and the room fell back into an uneasy silence. 
“You heard that too, right?” Jasper whispered “I-it wasn’t my imagination?” 
“Yeah. I heard it” Ben replied, setting the remote down and got up from the sofa “Stay here, I’m gonna check it out.” 
Jasper’s heart started to beat quicker as he watched ben walk towards the hallway “Be careful.” He called out, which resulted in Ben giving him a thumbs up with a wink and sticking his tongue out a little.
As Ben walked out of sight around the doorframe, Jasper strained to hear Ben’s footsteps as they padded around the hallway. Then there was a silence… Jasper leaned forward – his eyes still fixed on the entrance to the hallway... and then there was a sudden loud bang, followed by the sound of something shattering.
Jasper leapt up to his feet “Ben!!” he called out 
Ben appeared round the door a second later, his eyes wide “Something just knocked over that vase in the hallway! I swear I didn’t touch it!” 
“This is what I mean, Ben! Something’s here – and its messing with me!” Jasper replied
Ben walked back over to Jasper placing both hands on his shoulders “We’re going to work this out. Everything will be fine... How about we both stay in the living room tonight. We’ll stay there until morning alright?” 
Jasper nodded and they walked back to the couch. They sat down, closer this time, their shoulders almost rouching. Ben kept an arm around Jasper as more of a protective gesture that helped him feel at least a little less afraid, even if the house did seem to watch them. 
Neither of them slept much that night... They stayed on the couch, with the tv muted. Though at some point, they did eventually fall asleep, gently resting on each other. 
Jasper woke first, finding his head slumped down Ben’s tummy, the first thing he saw was the bulge in Ben’s sweatpants.. Ben was still asleep, his head back against the back of the sofa. 
Maybe it was the two nights of little sleep, but Jasper couldn’t help himself but to slowly move his head a little further down… Slowly but surely... his own dick starting to strain in his underpants as he felt the warm soft bulge gently rest up against his nose, catching Ben’s scent… 
Jasper didn’t get much time to enjoy his moment though, as Jasper moving down had disturbed Ben, and slowly he came to, finding his friend’s face pushed against his crotch…
“Hey…. Jasper?” Ben said, giving his friend a gentle nudge
Jasper blinked and suddenly stood straight up – turning round blushing like crazy “Morning Ben!” he said
Ben looked down at the obvious tent in Jasper’s sweatpants and then smirked “huh...” he said standing up with a smirk and wrapping his arms round his friend “Jasper, I kinda get the feeling you may be into me...”  
Jasper let out an awkward giggle “N-nooo.. I ….” He said trying to work out what to say 
Ben leaned forward and kissed his friend on the forehead “It’s cool. You’re a sweet guy. Maybe I’m into you too.”
Jasper looked up at Ben with wide eyes “R..realy!?” 
Ben smiled back, then moved in to kiss Jasper deeply. 
Jasper wrapped his arms round Ben’s back as they kissed, and for the moment the fears and worries had melted away, Jasper slowly moving his hands down to gently grope and squeeze at the contents of Ben’s sweatpants.. He had a sheath just like he had imagined! 
Ben took hold of Jasper’s hand and pushed it down the front of his pants, letting his best friend get his hands on those precious bits he’d fantasised all that time.. and as he groped at him, his length rapidly growing from his sheath.. he gasped .. “Ok Jasper.. l…lets save it for later huh?” 
Jasper swallowed hard.. although he couldn’t see it, he literally had in his hand the object of his desire for so many years.. the warmth of it.. the soft smooth skin around it, feeling it twitch.. He slowly let go and pulled his hand back out from Ben’s sweatpants.. “… o-okay …” He said with the biggest blush on his cheeks.
The two spent the day out, going to a nearby woods for a walk, and then called off at a restaurant – with Ben promising he would spend the night over at Jasper’s place again while they work out what they should do.,. Maybe get the house blessed or something… 
When they entered the house, it had started to go dark once more and the feeling was as if they had walked into a stranger’s house, it felt unwelcoming and heavy.
Ben checked his watch “Huh.. Well Jasper, it’s the 29th of October – Halloween is the day after tomorrow… don’t think we could find a spookier place to hang out hm?” 
Jasper walked into the living room and switched on a lamp “Yeah.. I just wished it wasn’t my house that was haunted.. Why the heck would a ghost haunt this place anyway?! No one has died here! It was only built a month ago!” 
Pulling his phone out, Ben started doing a little bit of research looking up the history of the area. “I’ll see what I can find out.. you fancy making a hot chocolate?” Ben asked 
Jasper nodded and padded off to the kitchen to make them.
Ben scrolled through various articles and local forums, trying to find anything about the land the house was built on. At first, nothing seemed out of the ordinary - just mentions of the neighbourhood being relatively new, constructed over the past year. But then, Ben found a post on an old message board, dated a few years back. It mentioned something about the land - a local legend. 
The area had once been the site of an old monastery, which had stood there for centuries before it was abandoned. The monastery was shut down and abandoned in the 1400s after rumours spread that the monks had begun worshipping the devil. Local legends spoke of strange rituals, eerie chanting at night, and even mysterious disappearances. There were stories about strange sightings - shadows moving across the grounds at night, flickering lights from the ruins, and whispers that seemed to come from nowhere. The land was known as 'Hallow's End,' and many believed that whatever dark practices had taken place there had left a permanent mark on the land itself… By the time the housing estate was built there was nothing left of the old ruins, which made it perfect for the developer to build the estate.
When Jasper returned with the hot chocolate, Ben told him everything he’d learnt.  “You’re serious?” he asked 
Ben showed Jasper the article on his phone “So, it’s not what’s here now, it’s what used to be here...” 
“So, some sick fucking monk wants me out of my house and off his land then…” Jasper said getting a little bit annoyed “Well, if you can hear me?! You are the one who needs to fuck off! Get the hell out of my house! You’re dead! I’m going nowhere!!” 
There was no response, no sounds or anything out of the ordinary, just quiet. 
Ben shrugged... “So, do you want to get that other film to watch tonight?” he said taking a sip of his hot chocolate 
Jasper nodded “Yeah. I’ll go up and get the disc” he said padding off out of the living room, then up the stairs. 
Ben thought for a moment and then called up “You know it’s probably available on streaming??” 
Jasper was already halfway up the stairs when he heard ben call out. “Yeah, it probably is... but I’m almost upstairs now and we won’t have to worry about the internet dropping!” 
Just as he reached the top of the stairs, a sudden unexpected bang slammed out downstairs. Jasper turned round and tried to peer downstairs, but the doorway into the living room was just out of sight.  “Ben??” He asked out
Then, one by one – all the doors downstairs began to slam shut. Each one of them with a powerful thud that echoed through the house. The door to the kitchen from the dining room... The door from the dining room to the living room... 
Jasper’s heart began to pound again in his chest, a cold shiver running down his back.  Then he heard Ben’s voice – muffled from behind the door in the hallway to the living room. 
“Jasper! – the door won’t open! It just slammed... they’ve all shut!” Ben called out, rattling the doorhandle and trying to tug it open
Jasper knew he needed to go down to try get the door open, but before he could make a move – he felt something… something cold, an invisible force that seemed to seep through the walls.. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, and before he knew what was happening – an intangible pressure seemed to begin to wrap around his body “Ben?! T-there’s something going on up here?!!” he called out with fear clearly cracking his voice
Ben started trying to tug at the door handle on the inside of the living room- but it just wasn’t budging ... and not even the handle would press down, as if some invisible hand was holding the handle from the other side!
Meanwhile, upstairs things were getting worse for Jasper. He felt his legs were being lifted from the ground, and started to be dragged backwards across the landing towards the open door of his bedroom.
He flailed his arms around trying to grab at something – anything, but just before he could grab at the door frame, he was physically thrown through it.
He landed heavily on his back, the wind knocked out of him and his head ringing having hit the carpeted floor.
Recovery wasn’t something he could do either however... Just as he began to try to sit upright, he was shoved back down once more – pinned to the ground with some kind of invisible restraints wrapping around his wrists and ankles – holding him against the ground. 
Jasper’s eyes widened in terror as he tried to pull and tug- but it felt as if something heavy had been placed on top of him – even his breathing was being hampered! He let out a frantic yell “BEN!!” 
His voice seemed to be swallowed up by the silence in the house upstairs – with only the faint frantic sounds of Ben trying to get through the door downstairs to be heard..
The air in the room began to grow colder and Jasper began to see his breath misting in front of him as he breathed. He had never felt so helpless! 
The sensation of invisible cold fingers then brushed over his forehead feeling running down his neck, down his chest and lower down his tummy… he was sure he could hear something now … a deep hideous laughter, not coming from any specific direction, but surrounding him! 
“Please!!” He called out, his voice breaking “Leave me alone…” 
The laughing grew louder … almost mocking in its tone, before that cold wandering hand ran down over his crotch, groping at his terrified flaccid bits inside
Jasper gasped, the cold of that invisible exploring hand seeping through his sweatpants and his underwear, but they didn’t stop there... within a moment those cold fingers slipped under his waistband and started tugging them down … “What ... the ... FUCK!?” 
Without any warning, he suddenly heard a loud whisper spoken straight into his ear “This … Is … Mine”  
He screamed out like he had never screamed before! It was only cut short when he started to feel his whole package seemed to feel restricted around its base… his dick getting squeezed and teased… Even though he was petrified – his length seemed to be betraying him – the cold fingers hadn’t done anything to stop it beginning to firm up … his foreskin being drawn back and forth gently by the unseen hands… 
“Let me go!! What kind of pervy ghost are you?!!” he cried out, feeling a gentle tugging now on his length as it reached its full five and a half inches of needy uncut rabbit dick
He raised his head, trying to see down his stomach … he could see his dick stood up, throbbing and being teased by the unseen hands – and then something seemed to grasp his whole package once more… tightening round the base... tighter – and tighter… beginning to become painful as the flesh of his dick and the top of his ball sack started getting crushed in on itself! 
“SHIT!! That … Hurts!” he screamed out – feeling his entire package being rotated around that crushed up compressed base of flesh attached to him … He could feel the flesh holding his precious bits to him straining, stretching – the burning sensations like he had had when he was a kid getting an ‘Indian burn’ suddenly being realised not on his arms, but at the base of his most private sensitive bits...  But it didn’t stop! … he watched as his full package continued to slowly turn… he felt his skin start to tear … yelping out in agony… sickening thuds suddenly starting to emanate as tendons and ligaments began to be torn from their places … the flesh in the base of his dick being mangled against itself… the chords holding his balls to his body being stretched to their absolute limit… 
And then it happened… With one final twist, his whole package was twisted and ripped from his crotch, a splatter of blood being thrown at the wall and across the carpet.
He squealed out, watching his severed package being flung across the room, thudding against the wall and leaving a large red splatter and a smear of pre that had been at his length’s tip before they fell to the ground like the dead meat they now were.

Downstairs, Ben had started to get desperate, hearing Ben’s cries from upstairs - trying to bash the door down with his shoulder... but with each impact, the door didn’t flinch… as if somehow it was made of concrete…
He backed up one more time ready to run at the door and just as he started his run, a lamp came flying across the room, smashing across the side of his head – sending him briefly unconscious – and landing just in front of the door. 
As he opened his eyes, face down on the ground. He groaned, pushing his arms out he sat himself up – only to see the coffee table – with its glass top come straight at him and towards his stomach. 
It impacted with force, the edge clipping the wall beside him and shattering into large shards of glass which fell about him as the frame dropped squarely into his crotch, landing painfully on his balls. He squeaked out in pain… moving his hands down as the frame fell to the side, trying to be careful not to grasp any of the pieces of glass surrounding him and resting on his legs. 
He wasn’t given any time to get over the pain though, his arms were forced from his crotch and then lifted – pulling him up onto his feet – before being pinned back, arms above his head, against the very door he had been trying to break down… Pieces of glass dropped from his sweatpants as he stood – dazed, pinned by some invisible force. “…J…Jasper?! A… are you … you up there still?!” he called out, but there was no response from upstairs. 
As his eyes started to clear a little from his daze, he saw something levitating in front of his face... he tried to focus... and as it came clear – it was a severed dick and a set of large balls hanging down…. Jasper’s dick and balls! He turned away, but the severed package moved closer, the tip of Jasper’s dick gently brushing over his nose... He could smell the scent of the boy he had only in the last day or so come to be so close with … and now the first time he would ever have any interaction with them – would be when they were no longer even part of that cute bunny he’d fallen for. 
The package was then thrust forward, the length being pushed into his muzzle, his jaw being forced open to allow it easier access, and then closed around it! 
Ben could taste his new boyfriend’s musk fulling his mouth... the sweet salty taste… the silky soft skin of the shaft, all new having never had the opportunity to do this before! And despite his predicament – his dick had already started firming up… and then though he didn’t know it – the same hands that had worked over his boyfriend upstairs began groping at him… grasping and teasing at that tent pole inside his sweatpants… 
He tried complaining, but with Jaspers severed meat in his maw he couldn’t do anything but muffled moans. Then he felt his sweatpants being tugged down! 
His hard 6 inch tapered bunny dick bounced free, stuck straight out from his white sheath.. He felt it being stroked, up and down its length, and despite still being horrified – his body seemed to still want more! 
Ben growled and tried to pull himself from the door, but a force like some kind of enormous magnet was pulling him back, being unable to even move a fraction of an inch, and yet the feelings grew more intense around his dick... rather than just the flesh on the outside of his length being jerked – his entire member, from inside to out was being teased and rubbed... pulsing up and down, squeezing and teasing at his tip… 
He could feel his body starting to tense… he really didn’t want to – not here, not like this – not with what was once his best friend’s, now his boyfriend’s severed dick in his mouth!... But he could feel it coming, the feeling rising up his legs, rushing through his crotch… and as it hit, he clenched his teeth around the base of Jaspers length… suddenly shooting his seed over the carpet … each rope audibly hitting the floor… 
He hadn’t even had chance to catch his breath when he felt Jaspers’s length being pulled from his maw, watching it float down and then being rubbed up against his now overly sensitive length… Jaspers cooling, but still warm bits squashed up and sliding against his own…
As he was trying to comprehend how horrific it looked, he noticed a shard of glass raise up and move towards his still dripping dick “No!! .. NO! KEEP .. KEEP THAT AWAY!!” he yelled out, suddenly trying to tug and pull at that invisible force again – but the glass moved on still.. not even pausing as the razor-sharp edge first contacted the base of his sheath. 
Without any warning, to Ben’s horror, the shard of glass suddenly shot across the room with incredible speed – shattering against the wall... It happened so quickly, Ben hadn’t time to register what had happened... a red spatter across the carpet was the only clue. 
His sheath and dick had instantly gone numb, and time seemed to have slowed to almost a stand still... until finally, his length, along with his sheath dropped to the floor with a heavy wet thud. 
Ben squealed out in pain, trying to curl up to clasp at his crotch, but being still held pinned back against the door...
After a few moments he opened his eyes and saw that now, his own dick and sheath was floating with Jasper’s package, and seemed to be heading towards the dining room… and the kitchen… “W-wait .. w-where are you taking them?! Please! Let us have them back.. I-I’ll tell Jasper to move out!! ….” But he stopped as he suddenly heard the garbage disposal unit on the sink in the kitchen start up … “NO … FUCK NO!!” 
But it was too late… out of sight, in the kitchen – he heard the motor begin straining at the waste meat being dropped into it… Jasper’s dick first – mincing up the foreskin and head, working down its shaft until those large lemon sized orbs still housed in their sheath were ground into paste … Then following immediately behind, Ben’s own dick, tip first – being ripped to shreds before the last of his sheath vanished inside.

The two did eventually find themselves able to get up from their respective restraints. The doors around the house opened just as easily as they had before anything had happened... And there was no saving anything of what they found in the bottom of the garbage disposal… the ground up remains of their dicks and Jasper’s balls being nothing but burger meat, mixed together… 
Jasper left, staying at Ben’s until he could find the money to buy somewhere else.. He never stepped foot back into the place that had cost him so much, and in more than just one way.

So, remember, a haunting can happen anywhere, at any time. The next time you hear something downstairs - a soft rustle, a faint whisper, the creak of a door that shouldn't be moving - think twice before dismissing it. It might just be the beginning. A beginning of something that watches, that waits, that wants. And once it takes notice of you, it won't stop until it takes something you can never replace.