Message-ID: <16991eli$9811061919@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Dream Spinner" Subject: ST: Halloween Pranksters (m/b, t/t, torture, magic) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19981029081405.1923.qmail@hotmail.com> Warning: This story describes sex between a warlock and a preteen boy, and between young teens and assorted twink monsters with a little torture thrown in for amusement. If this is too frightening for you, check out another story. If you continue to read, and are still living at the end, your comments to the author, J.O. Dickingson, at authorsix@hotmail.com are always welcome. Halloween Pranksters Tyler suddenly stopped. With his head down and heart beating wildly, Darryl rammed into him, knocking Tyler into the hawthorn hedge. Tyler yelped with pain as several hawthorn barbs pricked his arm and drew blood. He immediately brought his arm to his mouth and sucked on one of the punctures. "Stupid fucking cunt," he hissed. Darryl looked up at his older brother for support, but as he suspected, he found none. "Why'd ya stop?" whispered David. "Thought I heard something." The two thirteen-year-olds and the nine-year-old listened intently in the pitch blackness of the moonless night. They could hear nothing other than their own pounding hearts. "You really think we should be doing this?" asked David. "What's the matter, you turnin' chicken?" "Course not." "Well then?" "Well, he ain't never done nothing to us or nothing." "So?" It just would have sat better with David if ol'man Roslof had done something. He was a weird old man, always dressed in black, always wearing a large floppy black hat even in the middle of summer, and always slinking around in the shadows. He was a crabby old shit too, always complaining about kids playing their Walkmans too loud when they walked past his place on the way to school, about the skateboards making too much clatter when they played down the street in the evenings, and about the kids in the park behind his house smoking. If you ever lost a ball in his yard, you went and bought another ball before you'd risk going in his yard to retrieve it. David remembered hearing rumours that ol'Roslof was a vampire when he was really young, five or six, and he remembered believing it. Nobody ever knew of him actually doing anything, like hurting a kid or even just calling the police because of the noise or anything. He didn't even call their parents. He just got angry and hollered a lot. He was an ideal target for kids, an oddball with a short fuse. It was impossible not to do things just to see him get worked up, like playing a prank on him on Halloween night. That had become a tradition in the neighbourhood. Every Halloween someone had to do something. Soaping his windows, painting obscenities on his fence, plastering the side of his house with eggs, anything was fair game. It was a rite of passage that every kid had to go through, and this night it was David and Tyler's turn. Tyler didn't have any doubts about what they were doing. Roslof was an adult, and a grouch, and that was good enough to play a prank on him. Besides, this had nothing to do with him personally. This was a test of their courage, a test of their manhood. Tyler was ready to prove himself. Which brought up stupid little Darryl. "Your fuckup brother's gonna screw things up." "Told ya I had to look after him tonight." "Well he could have stayed on the street." "He wouldn't listen." "If he was my fucking brother, I'd make him listen," Tyler replied sharply as he gave Darryl a dirty look. David glared at his kid brother. Not only did he have to babysit the little snot, now he had been embarrassed because of him besides. Tyler's implication that he couldn't make his kid brother obey him did not go unnoticed, and he hated Darryl for it. Darryl looked up at the two teenagers with wide, innocent eyes, but he knew what was going on, and deep inside he felt just as much hatred. Tyler was always picking on him, always making him seem small and in the way. Tyler said his name in a singsong voice, as if it was a girl's name, and was always making him feel like he was a baby. He would give anything to get even with him. Darryl did not feel any kinder when it came to his older brother either. David never once stuck up for him. You would think Tyler was his brother, the way he agreed with him every time. Even when Tyler was not around, David treated him like shit. He was always complaining to their parents that he had to do this or that because of Darryl, or could not do this or that because of Darryl. David would have been happier if Darryl had never been born, and he had actually told his kid brother that on more than one occasion. Darryl felt the same way about David. If he had a choice, Darryl would have gone with his best buddy trick or treating, or any of several other guys he knew, but his parents had insisted it would be safer if David took him around the neighbourhood. That did not endear either one of them to the other. As the three boys continued their approach to the darkened house, Darryl kept his ears opened for the slightest noise. He did not want to do this to the strange old man, nor did he want to go with them, but there was no way he was going to stay out in the street alone, not on this night of all nights. Of course he did not believe in ghosts and witches and all that stuff, but he also knew there were some things that adults could not explain. Besides, there was something worse than monsters and goblins lurking in the dark. There were older kids prowling the streets in search of some defenceless kids to steal their candy bags. Darryl held his bag closer. Crouching down low, the boys slipped along the side of the house to the front door. This was going to be the most daring act yet. They were going to spray paint ol'Roslof's front door. They slowly stepped up onto the landing and David and Tyler readied their cans. Suddenly the door flew open. A hand grabbed David and yanked him through the dark doorway. Before he could react, Tyler found himself similarly being yanked into the house. Darryl stood there, frozen to the spot, waiting for the hand to return for him. It did. "Well," said their captor, his voice eerily calm, "you boys thought you would play a trick on ol'Ivan did you?" The three boys pressed their bodies up against the wall and massaged their wrists where the old man had grabbed them. He had to be at least sixty. His thick hair and trim beard were a salt and pepper colour, his forehead was furrowed, and he had wrinkles about the corners of his eyes. Despite his age and his thinness, he had shown amazing strength the way he had yanked them into the house and thrown them up against the wall. "We didn't mean any harm," David whispered as he eyed the man fearfully. "Honest." "That way," he said with a sharpness to his voice as he nodded to a door beside the boys. "Really, we're sorry," began David. He drew back and his heart leaped as Roslof reached past him and yanked open the door. With lightning speed, he again grabbed the teenage boy and this time tossed him through the door. David screamed as he felt himself falling. When his foot hit the third step, he instinctively curled up and tumbled the rest of the way down. Tyler and Darryl quickly descended the stairs and crouched down beside the still, crumpled body. David groaned as he slowly got to his feet with the assistance of the two boys, his right eye black and his right shoulder and hip bruised from the fall. They were surprised that was all the damage, but he was young and his body resilient. Their captor herded them into the middle of the room, a stark, bleak room with concrete floor and walls and a single, bare, 25-watt bulb hanging from the ceiling. Dragging two pair of pulleys along runners in the ceiling, Roslof quickly fastened clamps at the ends of the chains around the wrists of the two older boys. He raised the pulleys so the two boys were barely touching the ground and their arms were stretched apart. Spreading apart their legs, he clamped them to leg irons bolted to the floor. Guiding Darryl by the shoulder, the man stepped back with him and motioned for him to sit on the small sofa facing the two boys. Roslof approached David. As the man reached out, the boy tensed, causing his bruised hip and shoulder to throb with pain. Undoing the top three buttons of his shirt, the old man ran a long, skinny finger down the centre of the boy's smooth chest. David drew back in revulsion. Grabbing the two sides of his shirt, Roslof yanked them open, popping the remaining buttons and drawing the shirt out of the boy's pants. "Draw away from ol'Ivan will you? Well, soon enough you'll be begging ol'Ivan t'please ya." Walking behind the boy, he took out a pocket knife and cut through the bottom seam of the shirt. Grabbing the two ends, he ripped it up the back to the collar. He completed the rip by cutting through the collar with his knife. Returning to the front, the man unsnapped the snap of David's jeans and pulled down the fly. David was not wearing a belt. "It . . . it was just a trick. Wwwe're real sorry," David pleaded, his voice trembling and his eyes growing wide with fear. The man pulled down the boy's jeans, leaving them just past his knees. He smiled. The handsome, dark-haired, dark-eyed boy was trim and slim. He was wearing white jockey briefs and his little boyhood left a bulge at the bottom of the Y flap. They were slightly stained yellow from being in a hurry and not always shaking the last drops off as boys were wont to do. "Please don't," he pleaded, his eyes growing moist as the man slipped his thin but surprisingly strong hands under the elastic of his underwear. Tears trickled down the boy's cheeks, tears of shame, and tears of fear as the man drew down his underwear. He had heard stories about men such as this, men who did dirty things to boys. Although he thought constantly about sex, as do many thirteen-year-old boys, he knew nothing about it, especially man/boy sex. That unknown was frightening enough, and that a total stranger was going to do it to him was even more frightening. It was also embarrassing to have his nads exposed before his kid brother and his best bud. He stared at the cement floor as his face turned red. Tyler stared at the floor also, unable to bring himself to look at David's exposed body. Tyler was embarrassed for him. They were best buddies and had seen each other naked plenty of times when they had changed at the swimming pool and showered after gym class, but this was different. Tyler was scared too. He knew he would likely be next. They had been told at school to watch out for men like this. Exactly what such men did to young boys he was not sure either, but he knew it was dirty, and it was wrong. He also knew it had something to do with sex, and despite the situation, he found that strangely exciting. While part of him wished he had never planned this trick on Roslof, another part looked forward to what was going to happen next. The boy could not understand how that could be, and that troubled him even more than his fear of the old man. The young boy tensed with that combination of eager anticipation and apprehension as Roslof approached him. He hung there helplessly and watched the man unbutton his shirt and then unzip his pants. He trembled as his pants and underwear were lowered. The man squatted down and quickly removing the leg clamps, he drew off Tyler's sneakers, socks, jeans, and underwear and then once again fasted the clamps. Roslof stood and ran his fingertips over his soft, smooth skin, gently caressing the boy's chest and circling his nipples. He was a thin boy, with narrow hips and an even narrower waist. He especially loved boys like that. Despite Tyler's fear, the man's gentle touch gave him a strange feeling of arousal. His confusion grew. He noticed a bulge developing in the man's trousers and his own penis began to swell. He hung there confused, ashamed, and hornier than he had ever felt in his young life. Sitting on the sofa in his ninja costume, Darryl watched what was going on with a strange detachment, as if watching a movie. His half-filled candy bag sat on the floor at his feet totally forgotten. David had made his life miserable for as long as he could remember. Seeking his brother now being terrorized by someone else was gratifying in a sense. He loved his brother, but he had prayed for his punishment for years. Now he was observing it. As for Tyler, well the teenager was constantly pushing him around and teasing him. Seeing him suffer was just also. He was afraid of what might happen here, but he was pleased at the same time, and that pleasure was stronger than his fear. A doorbell chime interrupted his thoughts. "Ah," Roslof said with a smile, "time for some friends to join us." Walking over to a door, he peered through the peephole and then swung it open. "Right on time," he said merrily. The boys stared at the door in fear, not knowing what to expect. The first to come through were Derek and Garry, two classmates of theirs. Following them were Garth and Theo, two older teens from the high school that sometimes hung around with them. Behind them were three little boys that the two teens did not know. Darryl recognized the one as Kenny, a boy from his class. The other two he did not know by name but he knew they were a grade below him. As the boys filed into the room, the two exposed teens did not know how to feel. They were certainly surprised to see boys their age come calling on ol'Roslof. They were also embarrassed to be seen strung up and naked like this. In a sense though they were also relieved. Whatever ol'Roslof was planning, he couldn't do it in front of a bunch of witnesses. A bit of their fear disappeared. At least as much as could under the circumstances. As the new arrivals surrounded the two strung-up boys, Roslof slipped out of their sight for a few moments. When he returned, he was carrying two large candy apples. "A little treat for our two guests," he said with a smile as he held the apples before the two boys. "Ah, thanks, but that's alright," Tyler commented. He whoofed out his breath and scrunched up his face with pain as Roslof punched him solidly in the stomach. "Now eat," the man said coldly, holding the apples in front of the boys' faces. The two bit into their apples gingerly, fearfully. "I think our two guests don't trust us," Roslof said with a smile to the boys standing or sitting on the basement floor and watching. "They probably think we have laced the apples with pins or something." The boys watching all laughed, but it was a strange, haunting laugh. David and Tyler had not thought of that and now even more gingerly and slowly ate the two apples. They found nothing unusual. While the captives had been eating, the three youngest boys had undressed. Roslof stepped back and sat down on the sofa with Darryl while the three young boys approached the two teens. They leered at the two boys evilly. Two of them took the pullies and began to draw the chains up, stretching young Tyler until his narrow waist was sunken in even more and his ribs were protruding. He gritted his teeth as pain seared through his arms and legs. One of the eight-year-olds began to run his finger long Tyler's stretched body, as if tracing the veins in his arms and legs. He rubbed Tyler's nipples with his other hand until they were erect. It was a strange feeling, pleasant and painful at the same time. Once again Tyler flushed with shame as he enjoyed the sensation. Meanwhile, the third boy, the one Darryl knew as Kenny, was fondling his brother's cock, and despite the circumstances, David was growing erect, much to his embarrassment and everyone else's amusement. Finally it stood straight up in the air, all four-and-a-half inches. Kenny stepped back and observed his achievement, and then stepping forward, suddenly batted the knob of the stiff cock as a kitten would a strand of yarn held out for it. Pleasure was replaced by sudden pain and David's cock quickly drooped and he winced in agony. Kenny began to fondle the limp penis again. As the boys caressed and fondled the two victims, the three preteens slowly began to change. David and Tyler immediately thought it was the food they had been forced to consume, that they had been given some sort of hallucinogenic drug. The preteens' pink skin was slowly turning a pasty gray-green. Their eyes, large and innocent to begin with, became even larger and now were grotesque, saucer-shaped, and bulging. Their ears began to enlarge and become pointy, and their teeth became small and triangular. They began to jabber gibberish to each other. Confused but curious, Darryl stared at the transformation taking place before his eyes. This was one of those things adults could not explain. The creature that once was Kenny was pumping his gnarled, grey-green fingers up and down his brother's limp cock. The other two gremlins were similarly fondling Tyler, one working over his cock, the other his nipples. Gradually the two boys became stiff. Scurrying about the room, the gremlins returned with a handful of pins. They jabbed them into the boy's smooth little buttocks, causing them to jerk and yelp with pain. Their stiff erections bobbed as the boys twisted and squirmed, to the delight of their tormentors and their audience, including Roslof and young Darryl. Pins were thrust into thighs, and then into tender toes. The boys could nor hold back their screams as they twisted about and begged the gremlins to stop. Pin points of bright red blood began to spot their smooth, soft flesh. The moment the two boys lost their hardons, the gremlins were fondling and caressing them once again, slowly bringing them back to their erect state. This time while one gremlin massaged David's stiff cock, the other jabbed a pin into his butt. David yelped, his cock burning with a pleasure that he only recently had begun to enjoy while his butt ached with the newly inflicted pain. The gremlins might be hallucinations, but the pain was very real. Finally tiring of their amusement, the gremlins next found long, penicil-like objects and began to probe the two boys, sticking the probes up their nostrils and down their throats. They stuck them up the boys' assholes, causing them to squirm with the strange sensation. Stepping before the boys and waving the brown-smeared probes in their faces gleefully, they slipped them up their nostrils once again, and then back down their throats. The boys gagged. Quickly withdrawing the probes, each gremlin clamped a hand over his victim's mouth, preventing him from upchucking, and forcing the sour vomit back down his gullet. The little three-foot tall monsters giggled and laughed at their sport and once again stuck the probes up the boys' rectums, and then in their mouths with the same result. All three of them had developed little boy erections. They squeezed the teenagers' sensitive balls, bringing tears to the boys' eyes, and causing them to once again grow limp. The gremlins wasted no time working their cocks back into erections. Finally tiring of that sport also, they backed away and sat on the floor, much to the relief of the two boys. Before they could enjoy their respite, Derek and Garry stood up and approached them. Having been otherwise occupied, the boys had not noticed the transformation their naked classmates had gone through. Now instead of their two buddies, standing before them were two red-eyed, evilly grinning, wart covered, horned demons, their skin scarlet red, their leers wicked beyond anything the boys could have imagined. David and Tyler were no longer certain these were hallucinations. Darryl simply accepted them as they were. This was Halloween night. Dar'ek approached David, and Garob approached Tyler. Before the two victims could lose their erections, the two demons slipped studded cock rings about the bases to prevent them from softening, and tightened leather loops below their glans to prevent them from coming. They then played with their victims' stiff cocks, watching with delight as their victims squirmed and their cockheads grew red with arousal, as their victims twisted and gritted their teeth with the agony of being unable to satisfy their itching cockheads with a climax. Dar'ek and Garob were soon sporting erections themselves, large, red, grotesque erections that looked more like the pricks of dogs than of young boys. Stepping behind their victims, they placed their stiff cocks against the young, virgin assholes. Grasping the boy's hips, they forced themselves forward. Their cockheads spread apart the virgin sphincters. They had not bothered using lubricant, their cocks use to the physical abuse. The screams of pain of the two virgins as they were entered made the demons all the harder. Blood trickled from the ravaged holes and down the backs of the smooth, slender legs. As the two demons began to work their organs in and out of the two boys, David and Tyler cried out not just with the physical pain of the rough fucking they were receiving, but also with the mental anguish of being raped. The one pain was just as bad as the other. Their cries did no good. It just made the two demons all the more eager. They rapidly fucked the tight assholes of the two boys and roughly yanked on their cocks. David and Tyler could not look at each other, nor at the audience watching them. They were being raped. Their bodies were being violated. Nothing could be more humiliating than that. Not only were they frustrated at not being able to do anything about the rape, they were also frustrated in that they were unable to come. They grunted and squirmed with the pain and clenched their eyes in an attempt to block out the others. Finally the two demons shot their hot seed up the now no longer virgin assholes. The two boys could feel the demon seed burning deep inside them. Spent and satisfied, the two demons lay back on the cement floor and licked their dry lips. Roslof stood and walked over to the two ravished boys. Removing the clamps about their ankles and wrists and undoing the cock rings and ties, he ordered the two boys to suck each other off. They were desperate for a climax and after what they had been through, they no longer cared if someone was watching, or what they thought. They eagerly attacked each other. The onlookers cheered and called them assorted names that they themselves had used to insult others, but these cock suckers were hot and needful and could not stop. Darryl watched in amazement as his now fag brother eagerly went down on his friend, readily and openly sucking on his dink in front of him and the others. To stick something up someone's ass and to tell them to suck your cock were the two most insulting things that you could do to someone. Right now it was happening to the two people Darryl hated the most in this world, and he had never felt so great. He looked up at the man sitting beside him. Darryl knew what was happening to his brother was all the doing of that man. He would love to have such power. As the two watched the young boys madly sucking each other on the floor, the man slipped his hands under the young boy's shirt and massaged his tense back, and then his chest, still soft and rounded with baby fat. He moved on down to his thighs, and then reached up and undid his belt. Darryl continued to watch his brother and buddy as he felt the man unsnap his jeans and pull down his fly. He didn't move as he felt the man slip his soft hands under the top of his underwear. As Roslof grasped the tiny limp noodle and began to tug on it, Darryl squirmed with the delightful sensation. As he grew stiff and new unknown pleasures rippled through him, he felt mighty fine. The physical stimulation was fantastic, and watching his brother and his tormentor hungrily sucking on each other like perverts felt just as great. He grinned as David and Tyler finally exploded and filled each other in relief, ecstasy and shame. As they separated and collapsed on their backs in sheer exhaustion, cum dribbled from their mouths. What they had just done had brought them needed relief, but they felt filthy and ashamed at the same time. Their audience cheered and taunted the two cocksuckers. Darryl squirmed as ripples of pleasure spasmed through his stiff little prick and he jeered along with the others. The loudest of them all was Garth. Unnoticed by any of them, he had been undergoing a transformation also. Now changed into a hideous beast-like human, the ghoul smelled fresh sperm, and he had to get his nuts off too. Gargh squirmed and growled and whined, waiting for the signal from his master. Roslof beckoned for the two demons to come over to him. He whispered in their ears and they immediately went to a door not previously noticed. They unlocked the padlock and removed the bar from the door. The door creaked ominously as they slowly opened it and then quickly stepped aside. Something moved in the darkness and finally stepped into the room. David, Tyler and Darryl starred in horror at the ragged, rotting figure. It was still recognizable as Harold, a boy of fourteen who had committed suicide two years ago. The rotting zombie tottered over to Tyler while the ghoul approached David. The two pulled out their obscenely immense, disgusting-looking cocks. David was forced to wrap his soft, sweet lips about Gargh's gnarled, shit-brown member. Tears of helplessness streamed down his already stained cheeks as the ghoul first fucked his mouth, and then he was forced to work his lips up and down the disgusting organ. Tyler gagged as the foul, rotting corpse, animated by Roslof, caressed the tender young teenager. The zombie's fingers left smears as they fondled the tender young boy, and his lips left behind blobs of skin and flesh when they kissed. Tyler retched, his sour vomit spewing on the floor and splashing his naked feet. Harold forced Tyler to his knees and the helpless boy opened his mouth as the rotting, mold-encrusted cock slipped between his lips. Disgusted and nauseated, the boys had no choice but to suck on the obscene cocks until they drew out the creatures' foul, rotten seed and swallowed it. For their own sanity, they kept telling themselves that this could not be happening to them. This had to be a nightmare, the result of a hallucinogenic drug in the apples they had been forced to eat. They could not be doing this for real. Such creatures really did not exist. Yet the taste and smell and feel told them this was all very real indeed. Soon the creatures' cocks were spurting. Swallowing the foul, rotten-flavoured seed of the creatures, they fell back on the floor totally defiled. They desperately wished this night would end, but the would be pranksters were still not allowed to rest. A pale skinned, red-eyed, canine toothed youth, now responding to the name T'dor and once known as Theodore, stepped forward. He dropped before David and took his limp cock in his mouth. The battered boy sighed with exhaustion and with pleasure as the hot, moist mouth began to suck on his sensitive organ. Meanwhile, the gremlins swarmed Tyler and began to massage and fondle him, bringing pleasure to his cock, his nipples, and his asshole. Suddenly David tensed and screamed. T'dor had sunk his teeth into David's swollen, blood- engorged member, and as the blood throbbed through it, T'dor feed eagerly on the now bleeding but still stiff cock. He ran his tongue over the knob, and it twitched and throbbed harder, sending more warm, salty blood into his mouth. The gremlins began to jerk off young Tyler, at the same time pulling out razor blades, and to his horror, slicing into his chest ever so slightly. As blood slowly appeared along the thin scratches, the gremlins lapped it up with tiny rough tongues like kittens lapping up milk. Tyler's cock throbbed with pleasure as the thin scratches across his chest burned with pain. He shrieked as deeper slices were made to quicken the flow of blood until it was coursing down his ribs. His cockhead was burning with a pleasure equal to the pain in his chest as the creatures ran their fingers over the sensitive knob. As the two creatures delivered their combination of pain and pleasure, the two boys wept silently. Their minds alternated between the pleasure and the pain the creatures were causing. For them, the sexual pleasure was still new and fascinating, and the pain they were experiencing more severe than anything they had ever known. Finally David shot out his semen with a moan of ecstasy, the bitter fluid combining with the metallic tasting blood for an exquisite cocktail. Meanwhile Tyler's semen squirted over the criss-crossed slashes of his stomach. The gremlins' blood-wet tongues quickly lapped it up. The two tortured boys squirmed and sighed with the exquisite combination of pain and pleasure. They cried out, driven totally by instinct and feeling, all other parts of their mind having shut down in shock. Young Darryl also sighed with pleasure as the warlock brought him to another dry orgasm. His little noodle throbbed and burned with an exquisite pleasure, causing his entire body to jerk. It was fantastic and he wished it would last forever! The man whispered in the young boy's ear, and Darryl grinned with a dazed look. Roslof brought out a large book and continued to fondle the still stiff little noodle while the nine-year-old pretend ninja read though the index. He finally pointed, and the warlock grinned. Quickly preparing what was needed, he turned the proceedings over to his young would be apprentice. Years of teasing and domination by his brother and years of bullying and humiliation by his asshole friend were about to be revenged. Darryl slowly approached them, and slipping the specially prepared sugar cube in his mouth, he worked up a mouth of spittle. They had once called him a baby. Well, this baby drool was special. He knelt between the legs of first his brother, and then his brother's friend, and drooled the sugar rich spittle over their now flaccid cocks. The sugar cube had also contained a chemical to stimulate the sensitive flesh between their legs, and as it now flowed over the boys' abused organs, they once again they rose. Darryl slipped cock rings about the bases and then continued to coat the stiff young cocks and the flaccid balls with his spittle until they were drenched and dripping. Roslof handed him two plastic baggies, each containing a dozen red ants. He quickly tied them around the boys' genitals. The two boys stood upon his demand, responding in a shocked stupor and barely aware of what was happening any more. He tied their hands behind their backs and they backed up to two large, ribbed dildos fasted on a stand Roslof had brought out. The boys reluctantly sat back on the nine inch probes, unable to resist the warlock's will being thrust upon them unbeknownst by young Darryl who was also concentrating on the same thought. The boys grimaced with renewed pain as the false cocks slid up their aching, bloodied rectums. With a gleeful smile and a twinkle in his eyes, Darryl explained the situation to them. The red ants would feed on their sugar-coated cocks and balls until they came. The instant they came, the ants would die. The only way they would be able to cum, would be by massaging their prostates, and the only way they could do that, would be to ride the dildos now up their asses. The two boys looked down in disbelief and horror at the ants crawling over their sugar-coated nads. The first ants bit into their solid cocks with piercing pain and the boys cried out in agony. Another pair fastened their sharp mandibles to the stiff cocks. Their dicks could not soften with the cock rings attached. With the third bite, the boys began to ride the dildos. As more ants bit into the sugar-flavoured flesh, the pain increased and the speed of their humping multiplied correspondingly. Darryl smiled wickedly. This would serve the two boys for the time they had slipped ants down his pants in the park. He returned to the sofa and sat beside Roslof. Roslof pushed down the young boy's pants and underwear and tugged on his little organ. He ran a finger gently over the tiny, smooth balls. Darryl reached over and ran his hand between the man's legs. Rosloff quickly stood and dropped his trousers and briefs. Darryl readily returned the pleasure the man was bringing him, taking the man's semi-flaccid organ in his hand and tugging on it gently. It quickly became stiff. Darryl marvelled at the man's massive, eight-inch cock. It felt so hard and so powerful in his slight hand. As he slid his fist up and down the length of the huge member, he squirmed as Roslof played with his. The two looked over at the two thirteen-year-olds madly working their butts up and down the dildos and they smiled. It did not take long for Darryl to bring Roslof off. Ropes of cum shot into the air and back down over the young boy's hand. Darryl loved the feel of the slimy, hot juice flowing over his hand, and he marvelled at the force of the throbbing of the solid flesh in his fist. He shuddered and whimpered softly as tremors of still another dry orgasm rippled through his little two inches of irritated flesh. Meanwhile, the two teenagers buggered themselves in a frenzy. Their cocks and balls were covered with tiny red bites that made them burn as if they had been dipped in acid. At last they shot a third load of their young boy cum. As the thick, whitish cream squirted into the plastic bags, the odour of their fresh semen killed the specially raised ants. The boys collapsed on the concrete floor, too tired and too weak to remove the bags from their genitals. Six hours of the most intense pain and torture they had ever experienced had now passed. Roslof allowed them to rest a while before escorting them back upstairs and to the main door. The candied apples had worked their magic on their bodies, eliminating all marks, but not the physical pain. As for the mental pain, Roslof had no intention of eliminating that for a long time. That he wanted them to remember. Their parents would be furious with them, but he had cast a spell on them preventing them from explaining their whereabouts. That little bit of continuing hell was his parting gift. Darryl did not need any such interference with his mind. He would never forget this night, and he would never tell. As he walked behind the two older boys, his bag now filled to the brim by his new friend, he slipped his hand in his pants and fingered his stiffie. Retiring to his bed, Roslof stretched out and fondled himself also. This had been another delightful Halloween. His former tormentors had once again paid their dues for tormenting him by providing the most exquisite entertainment. The two new boys would be back, he had made sure of that in the spell he had cast on them. They would provide him delightful entertainment for a year now, until next Halloween. By then the spell will have been complete. By next Halloween young David will be Dav-el, a new vampire, and long, honey-haired Tyler was going to make a delightful werewolf called T'lay. They would be a wonderful addition to his growing collection, and of course, next year would bring at least another two fresh boys. As for Darryl, well, young Dar-el was going to be a grand apprentice warlock. It was time he was training someone to take his place, fifty years from now or so. He smiled as his stiff cock throbbed and he thought of the young boy's gentle touch. His mind and Darryl's united that instant, and they enjoyed each other's orgasm and thoughts of the future. David and Taylor shivered as they felt a strange chill run down their spines. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----