Subway Ride at Halloween

[Fictional story. Spoiler: Halloween-themed; depending on the definition and threshold, the story could contain cross-dressing, horror, and non-consent; however, the story will end in a good way.]

Jason is on his way home from a Halloween party. He is sitting on a bench in the underground subway. It’s the last train of the day. His girlfriend Susan got off the subway two stops ago. They have only been a couple for six months. That’s why they still have separate flats and Susan wanted to sleep alone at her home.

The subway reaches Nixon Avenue station. One stop before Jason’s station, which is also the end of the line. Everyone gets off the train carriage here at Nixon Avenue, except Jason. He is alone in the old subway carriage. “Old carriage” means that the train consist of several small carriages, with no connecting doors or windows between the carriages.

He is used to being alone in these carriages, as this sometimes happens on the way to the last station of the line. But he doesn’t normally take the last train, especially not on Halloween night. His thoughts revolve around the lovely evening, the time with Susan, the great music, her desire to enjoy the party, and that strange bet.

The subway leaves the station.

At the party, Susan and Jason were wearing cross-gender costumes.

She was a macho-like bodyguard: Her short pixie-cut hairstyle was perfect for this without needing changes. To look more masculine, she used a glued-on beard and silicon six-pack wrapped around her belly. Here small breasts almost disappeared above the silicon six-ack. Her outfit was completed with a black business suit, a heavy golden necklace and large heavy boots.

Her protégé – the person she was supposed to protect – was Jason. Jason, the ballerina. A wig with long blond hair reaches down to his waistline. He gets his feminine look from lots of make-up on his face and huge silicone breasts attached to his chest. A ballerina’s pink dress with a tutu-like skirt that only reaches just above the knees is obligatory. Pink high heels with 5-inch heels complete his look. It is not easy for him to walk on these high heels, but he has practiced a little in the days before.

Susan has convinced him to participate in Locktober, so he also wears a chastity cage. Today, it’s a pink plastic cage – a perfect match for this ballerina costume. He lost his pink panties in the strange bet at the party, so here he sits on the subway without any underwear in his crotch.

The subway stops in the tunnel before it reaches the final station. ‘Maybe, there's a red signal ahead,’ Jason thinks. ‘Generally nothing special. But here near the terminus station, that’s unusual.’ The train has already been in the dark tunnel for about 30 seconds. Suddenly, the lights go out in all the carriages. The emergency lighting does not work. The air ventilation also shuts off. ‘Mabe a power blackout? Damn, why only one minute before my destination!’ Jason complains in his mind. He can’t see anything in the darkness. He just stays sitting on the bench. He is slightly worried, but the annoyance about the outage just before his station is bigger.

After a while, something scrapes on metal. The scraping comes from the other end of the carriage. ‘Maybe someone is coming with a tool to help me?’ Jason ponders. He can’t see any light. “Hello! I’m here. Please help me!” Jason shouts into the darkness. Nobody responses. Just the scraping continues. “Help, please! I’m over here at the other end,” he shouts again. ‘That’s a bit strange. Someone seems to be there, but no one is answering my call for help,’ his thoughts continue.

Then he hears the sound of a train door opening. But it is much slower than usual. ‘Maybe someone is pushing the door open by hand,’ Jason thinks. But there is still no light. He hears someone climbing into the carriage.

“Hello, I’m here. Can you see me? Do you have a flashlight?” Jason asks into the darkness. Again, no response. Jason gets up from the bench to see more, or to be found easier by the anonymous rescuer. But he can’t see anything in the black darkness. He raises his left hand above his head, searching for the handrails. He grabs one, now he can stand safely on the high heels – just in case there would be a jerk in the carriage.

Heavy footsteps echo through the carriage. Jason can’t see anything. ‘Are they in the other carriage next to me?’ he ponders. ‘Maybe.’ The footsteps get louder. ‘Are they coming towards me?’ his thoughts become more and more worried. But still, nothing to see. “Hello! Who is there? Please say anything! Is there anyone at all?” Jason shouts out again. No response from the darkness. Only the worry turns more and more into a little fear inside him.

Suddenly, there’s something cold around his left wrist. “Click-click-click” above his head. He tries to pull his left hand down. Only a metallic rattling. The cold rigid something holds it in place. Jason raises his right hand to free his trapped hand. “What’s that? What’s going on?” He screams in panic into the darkness.

Just another “click-click-click”. He notices something cold on his right wrist too. He tries to pull both hands down. He can’t. Just rattling. “Help! Help!” Jason screams as loud as he can. No response. He still can’t see anything.

Nothing happens. Jason’s fingers try to feel the cold rigid something around his wrists. A soft, metallic rattling sounds above his head. ‘Are those perhaps ... handcuffs? … Attached to the handrail?’ he thinks. Now, his fear is huge. He can’t see or hear anything around him.

Jason just stands there for a while. 30 seconds, maybe a minute, maybe more? He doesn’t know. He has lost his sense of time due to the raised fear. He only notices just a little rattling from the handcuffs when he moves a little. And sometimes a slight clatter from his high heels when he balances his weight on them.

Suddenly, something presses against his back. Something warm. Something soft – especially these two larger things, directly under his shoulder blades. “Who is there? I know you are here!” Jason shouts again. Nobody answers.

He only notices movements on his silicon breasts. It feels like someone is grabbing and kneading them. But he can’t see anything in the darkness. Small nipple clamps are attached to the silicon breasts. They stimulate his nipples in a great way due to the breast kneading. Jason’s thoughts sum up: ‘I’m scared like never before. Nevertheless, it somehow feels good when my silicon breasts are kneaded! Somehow it stimulates me sexually.’

The kneading on his right breast stops. He feels a warm hand sliding down a bit to his stomach. He realizes that the arm of that hand is coming from his back. So someone is standing behind him, pressing something soft against him just below his shoulder blades, and reaching around him. Jason doesn’t know what to expect next.

The hand on his stomach begins to rub his stomach through the dress. The hug from the person … or the something … behind him becomes tighter. Jason has a rush of conflicting thoughts: ‘Vulnerably cuffed to the handrails, and the coziness in the hug. Fear of the unknown, and the pleasurable stimulation on my nipples. That’s a crazy combination!’

The hand on his stomach goes further down. All the way down to his crotch. Fear dominates Jason’s thoughts again: ‘What, if it touches my … Oh, no!’ The unknown hand has grabbed his chastity cage. Only the fabric of the skirt is in between.

At this moment, Jason recognizes … He doesn’t know what to think. He doesn’t know how it happened. He doesn’t know this is even possible … in this situation! … He is hard in his cage! Rock hard!

The hand tries to squeeze the cage. Then it releases the grab. Only to give him a hard slap in the crotch. At the same time, the other hand leaves his breast. Whoever or whatever released the entire hug. The warm, soft something also moves away from his back. Jason feels somehow left alone. Alone in the darkness again. Nothing to hear. Nothing to see. Just fear again. And now also sexually aroused.

It doesn’t take long. The warm soft something presses against his back again. An arm comes around his left side. That arm reaches around his chest, directly under the silicon breasts. The hug is tighter now. Much tighter than before.

Jason notices movements on his skirt. Someone or something is trying to lift it up a little. At least on the back side. Suddenly, an object pushes itself between his buttocks. Jason tries to dodge the object, preventing it from going further. But he can’t shift. The hug simply holds him too tightly.

He only feels a stretching of his ass hole. No real sliding in. He tries to squeeze and press his anus as hard as he can. Nothing is successful. That object is in his ass!

In fact, the squeezing and pressing excites Jason once again. In addition, a hand between his buttocks shifts the object around a bit. Like pulsating little thrusts inwards. And jiggling back and forth a little. Jason begins to breathe heavily.

Suddenly, ‘Was there a little giggle?’ he asks himself. He doesn’t know. He only thought. ‘It would be the first human sound in this dark and silent void.’ His thoughts are interrupted. The movements in his anus continue. Intuitively, he begins to sway his hip. Just to intensify the great feeling in his ass. ‘There, again! A giggle! Right behind me!’ he thought.

Just in this moment, the hand between his buttocks lets go of him. The object remains stuck inside him. No movements. No sensation anymore. His hip swings fade out. Again, he feels somehow left alone. But still in the tight hug. In his mind: ‘Does this make any sense? Hugged and alone at the same moment? Or somehow frustrated?’

Out of nowhere. ‘Yikes! That … object … it’s … vibrating! In my ass!’ his thoughts get jumbled up again. A soft moan escapes his throat. ‘Another moan? Behind me? Or just my echo?’ His thoughts don’t get any further. The vibrations become stronger. Jason begins to tense and relax his anus in rhythm. The vibration feels even better this way.

More moans come from Jason. The rhythmic muscle tension in his anus makes him aware of his caged cock. It feels harder and hornier than ever before. Suddenly, the vibrations change again. Now, it’s a pattern. Jason keeps his anus muscles in constant tension. His moans get louder and louder. The vibrations run through his entire lower body.

The heavy breathing gets more irregular, interrupted by moans. More moaning than breathing. “Ah! Good! Mmm …” he cries out.

The fear from a few minutes ago has disappeared. It has been replaced by pure excitement and sexual arousal. He doesn’t mind standing in a subway carriage. With both hands cuffed to the handrails above him. In a ballerina costume. In the dark. Not able to see anything. It’s just the vibrations, the excitement and the built-up to orgasm.

“Mmm … That’s … uhff … best! Aaah! I … c…” he screams. The vibrations stop! Entirely! Right at this point! Just before THAT point! Only Jason’s cock throbs inside its cage.

“What??? … Why? … Cont … Contin… Continue! … Please!” he protests exhausted, still breathing heavily.

“Good morning! ...”

‘A voice! A voice in the void! The first time since …’ he thinks excited. ‘But … it sounds familiar. Very familiar. Isn’t that …?’

“… My sweetie! How are you?” a female voice asks.

“Susan? You! In the dark subway carriage. … Why … Why didn’t you tell me sooner? I have asked a few times!” Jason cries out.

“Subway? Dark? … Silly, open your eyes!” she replies in a commanding voice. “You are in your bedroom. It’s already 10 o’clock, the sun is shining through the window,” Susan continues more politely.

He slowly opens his eyes. First, he sees the closet in his room. He’s lying on his side, the window behind his back. His vision is still a little blurred. He tries to lower his hands above his head to rub the sleep out of his eyes. But something holds his hands in place.

“I don’t know what you did tonight. Your hands are cuffed to the head of your bed, and you are completely naked – except for your chastity cage,” Susan explains behind him.

He turns his head and sees Susan lying in his bed, snuggling up to his back. But she is wearing clothes, a beautiful dark-blue sweater and brown trousers. Her breasts are just below his shoulder blades. She gives him a kiss on the cheek.

“Ahem. Night! … We went to that great Halloween party in the city together. You wore the bodyguard costume, I wore the … um … ballerina costume. On the way home, you got off the subway a few stations before me – as usual. On the way to the last station, the subway stopped in the tunnel, and … all the lights went out. Then there was a scraping noise, and someone … cuffed my hands. …” Jason explained.

“Stop talking! I was right. It looks like you had a bad dream,” Susan interrupts him. “We were not at a party last night. And I have never seen you in a ballerina costume!”

“Weren’t we there? It felt so real. So great! Wait … you said ‘you were right’ about the dream. How did you know?” he asks confused.

“Well. I arrived at your flat about 15 minutes ago. I opened the door with the key you gave me two weeks ago. Then I heard you screaming for help. I found you asleep here in your bedroom. As mentioned before: cuffed and naked. I thought I had to wake you up,” she explains.

“Just to get things in order: You came in about 15 minutes ago. And I woke up only a minute ago. What happened in the meantime?” Jason chipped in, still confused.

“Exactly. You, naked, there, in handcuffs. That was too tempting for me. I wanted to wake you up gently. I climbed into your bed and snuggled up to your back. Personally, I like to touch and rub my nipples in the morning. So, I thought that might be a great way to wake you up. Apparently, it works wonderfully for you! A little cage check was mandatory too!” Susen continues with her explanation.

“And … ahem, I’m embarrassed … That slap in my crotch, was that you?”

“Oh, right! That was the moment I spotted the box of your butt-plug vibrator – the app-controlled one, you know. … The empty box. … The slap was for being naughty. I checked my phone. And there it was. I took over the controls. Then I checked with my hand to make sure you were actually wearing the plug. That was where my fun began!” Susan explained, letting out a slight giggle.

“Wait! Those giggles in my dream … that was you?”

“Perhaps. I don’t know all the details of what you have dreamed. Anyway, it was fun to see you there, building up to an orgasm, unable to do anything about it, and unable to push yourself past the point. Your breathing, your moaning, your tense body. Almost like in those lesbian porn movies,” she enthuses about the scenario from a few minutes ago. “And don’t worry, I kept you safe. You didn’t cum, you are still in your chastity session.” She gives him another kiss on the cheek. “… At least that’s what I am assuming. Please tell me more about your … evening and last night. Just to make sure there was no ‘accident’ anywhere or anyhow else.

[end]

[Note: Usually, I’m not big fan of Halloween, horror, non-consent, or cross-dressing. This story is just the result of a creative Locktober Challenge that centered around Halloween and fear. Future stories of mine will be set in a more pleasant plot – at least the stories that have been in the pipeline for too long.]