Trick or Treat

In the U.K our legal age of consent 16

Trick or Treat...

The doorbell sounded, and I rushed to open it, my Dracula cape flaring out behind me as I sped to the door. Outside was a group of older lads, and one I presumed very pissed-off father, he was there clearly to supervise them all. I looked at the boys with him, I shook my head and was a little baffled by the age of my trick or treaters, He and I made eye contact all long-suffering dads do, he sighed and shrugged and shook his head, ‘don’t even ask why I’m out here with boys this old’ he said. When he spoke his voice was deep and gravely, he had a husky sound to it like a heavy smoker. With that resigned look, I knew he'd rather be anywhere but here, out trick or treating, especially tonight as there was a big league game on, to be honest, I’d rather be watching the game too. He definitely looked the type who'd prefer to be sat in front of the t.v probably with a six-pack watching the football tonight. He was a big guy, maybe six foot seven or so, shoulder-length blonde hair, with a heavy gingery stubble, and a very bushy moustache. He was bulky, I guess we call them dad bods now, but he was what we called back in the day, stocky. He was dressed simply, a tan suede jacket fastened only at the waist with a thick padded winter plaid shirt underneath, opened at the neck and a black t just visible under that. Tight blue jeans which showed off very muscular thighs and hiking boots that’d seen better days finished off the ensemble. I let my eyes wander back up his body, but they got stuck at his groin area, there he had a very healthy bulge, a nice thick bulge in those tight jeans hinted that he was packing a hell of a fuck piece in his groin. I know I licked my lips in anticipation and I maybe lingered there a fraction of a second or so too long judging from the look on his face. He coughed and I briefly met his eyes which narrowed as if to say I know what you were doing buddy now fuck off, I quickly brought my attention back to the lads in front of me. I looked at them all none of them under sixteen, I sighed and rolled my eyes, aren’t you guys a little old for trick or treating?’ I asked. The lad well young man in front spoke first, were doing this for charity, the candy we collect we’re giving to the shelters, and were all being individually sponsored on the weight of the candy we collect. The cash goes to the Ukraine to help them rebuild their lives after this mess is all over. I looked back at the man with them, he nodded and brought out a sheet of laminated paper stating that this was really to help people in absolute dire straits. I nodded, ‘okay then boys’ I emphasised the word ‘boys’ rolling my eyes, ‘you know the drill…’ I stood there leaning against the door frame, and the three of them just stood there. ‘Say it,’ I said. ‘Trick or treat was repeated monosyllabically. ‘ I shook my head, ‘oh no, no, no that won't do. Say it like you mean it.’ They looked at each other then their father, I didn’t look at him but heard him laugh, they all took a deep breath and then blasted me with the oh too familiar `Triiiiick orrrrrr Treeeeeaaaaat' the decibels of which nearly blew my eardrums out as they all shouted it together. 

‘Not bad,’ I laughed and getting into the spirit of it did my best, which was a really bad, vampire impersonation.... `Vel-come tooo Traaaan-sil-vaaaaaania....' I said, `I ammmm Draaaaacuuuuula, aaaaand iiiiii have lottttts of treats.... Buuuut to get them.... Ahhhhhh, nowwww thaaaaat is a triiiick........' they laughed back. Shaking their heads, ‘man that's a bad accent, said the lad on the right ‘but your decorations are sooo cool.’ The vast hallway was turned into a mock dungeon, I’d spent a couple of days on this making it look authentic, well as authentic as I thought it would be. The walls had a fake stone like the walls of a castle, but it looked good so much so it wouldn’t have been out of place at Hogwarts. Fake cobwebs hung up in the corners draping over everything in sight, battery candles floated at various heights held aloft on thin nylon twine and snaking high above a huge spider on a thin runner moved as if circling prey below. There were of course the obligatory bats swinging now in the cool breeze whistling in from outside. I fully opened the door and stepped aside the table behind me was now revealed, it was loaded and I mean loaded full of bowls of various candy and sweets, all stacked high and haphazardly upon it, it looked random but it only looked so good because I’d spent almost four hours making it look perfect. There were multiple ‘oh, man, look at all the freakin’ candy!’  For lads their age they all suddenly had that gleam in their eyes, the excitement of a proverbial kid in a sweet shop! ‘Hey dad, look at this, you won't believe it.’ Said the lad at the front, he moved out of the way and his father's eyes opened wide, ‘fuck now that's a candy display’ he said clearly impressed because he did that whistle of a man impressed. To me though it was what was beside it that impressed me, that I’d spent a lot of time creating and it was ultimately the trick too. Have you seen the old classic film, Krull? If you have you’ll understand this perfectly, in the centre of the room was a huge rock, and it had many holes leading inside. It wasn’t rock of course I'd made it from plywood and papier-maché, all the holes save one were dead ends, and this main hole was covered by gauzy-looking cobweb-type fabric, beside the hole a large gold dish sat built into the framework.

This golden bowl held slime, getting back into the character I coughed quickly getting the lad's attention again, I carried on speaking back in my bad accent. ‘Now you waaaaant the caaaaandy, buuuut... tooo get it youuuuu musssst diiiive into theeeeee roooock, and defeat theeeee mooooonster inside.' `Waaaaatch how to dooooo eeet! I showed them what to do, I scooped the slime up, my hand was covered in it up to my wrist, and I used my other hand to ensure it was coated. I got close to the rock and let my arm slide down the hole, I grinned when I felt the monster inside. This part had been tricky to create, but now the rock shook and low groaning came from deep inside. My fingers searched but it was lined up so well that I quickly found its orifice. I’d prepped it well and I first plunged three of my fingers inside it, the rock vibrated again, and it groaned even louder from deep inside. I sighed, I worked my fingers in its tight hole.... `Aaaahhhhh it's tryyyyying to eeeeeat meeeeee!' The lads looked on wide-eyed, not sure if I was insane or just truly into Hallowe’en. But you could feel it in the air, a feeling of well not real fear but mock fear and excitement building in them, they laughed at my corny acting. I worked it a bit more, my breath getting heavy and quick, the dad was looking on, there was an uncertainty on his face that look like ‘are you for real.’ Not wanting to spook him, I pulled my hand back from the hole grabbing some candy from a secretive ledge inside. `Cannnndy’ I shouted. The lads clapped and laughed and cheered, ‘Nowwwww who's fiiiiirst to fiiiind theeee moooooonsters treasssssure... ahhh, ahhh, ahhh' I said in my best Count from Sesame Street impersonation.

What looked like the eldest stepped up first, he had that bashful I can’t believe you're making me do this look on his face, he was about five foot eight, about one hundred sixty pounds or so. He was blonde like his father and he had fine wispy hair, that hung limply around his face, he had the start of a shaving shadow on his chin and under his nose with faint trace hair of a moustache. While he was no great looker it was his clear green eyes that captivated you, they shone like emeralds on fire, and they blazed so brightly. He came over to the rock and the bowl of slime, he pulled up his sleeve and coated his arm in the gelatinous goop, and fast as lightning his hand slipped in through the fabric-covered hole. He found the monster inside, the other lads had come closer to watch. ‘Arrrghhhhh’ he screamed and the other lads and his father jumped back in fright. He stood there and laughed and laughed, as did I. Watching this young man I could suddenly see in him an attractiveness I hadn’t seen. ‘Jake you bastard, you nearly made me crap myself.’ Said his dad cuffing him affectionately. The other lads laughed too but he’d unnerved them just a little, and I looked on fascinated as Jake pushed his arm in further, deeper, and then deeper. The monster inside groaned and the rock vibrated from the creature within. `Urrrrhhhhhh' he squealed laughing, I looked on. A wild hunger in my eyes, and my cock began to get harder, it had chubbed when I had tormented the monster within, there was a clear delineation of the hard tube of flesh snaking down my black trouser leg. Jake's arm was into the elbow arm moving around trying to find the treats inside I’d hidden. ‘Oh man, that's gross,’ he laughed. ‘You need to go in if you want the treats, Jake,’ I said forgetting my accent. He shook his head, ‘here goes’ he worked his fingers inside, ‘oh man that's hot and wet.’ He poked and probed ‘okay here goes and he pushed a little deeper. His arm was working in and out deeper. The monster groaned and the rock shook, ‘why not try opening your hand and searching.’ I was almost panting. But he did as I suggested. The creature inside the rock groaned louder, he worked his arm back and forth, `make a nice fat fist, see how deep you can get it in,' I couldn’t help but keep suggesting things for him to do, after four or five minutes or so he pulled out empty handed. His arm though was coated in slime all the up to his elbow. I knew my face was flushed, my voice had that husky I need to fuck your brains out tone, and I simply couldn't hide the lust I was feeling!

As I looked on, I could swear I could feel precum leaking from my piss slit, I was now achingly, painfully hard as a rock. The dad was looking on at me with a big frown on his face, he knew something perverse was going on, but not quite connecting the dots together... he had a deep frown line between his blue eyes. He looked at me then at Jake and his arm, the rock, and back to me again. Suspicion was written clearly over his stubbled face. Jake actually looked disappointed, he had a real look of sadness on his face. `Awwwww bad luck champ’ I said chuckling I reached over and grabbed some candy and filled his bucket up and his eyes went wide. Fucking A man!’ He said. ‘JAKE! Watch your mouth’ said his dad. ‘Sorry, Mister.’ He said and moved over to show his dad just how much candy he had. I handed him paper towels to wipe his wrist and arm as he did so. ‘Right who’s neeeeext?' I asked quickly remembering my bad accent. The lad in the middle came forwards, ‘I’ll go next, and I’m Tom. He wasn’t like the other two lads, he was chubby, well fat. He was around the same height five eight again but at least one hundred and ninety maybe even two hundred pounds. He slimed up and away he went, no joking from him, he was clearly the competitive type he was probing, grunting searching deeply. His eyes screwed tight in concentration, the monster in the rock groaned, the rock shook, really shook because Tom was just so vigorous, in and out, so deep, he grunted and groaned. I looked on, ‘yeeees, yeeesssss, go deeper.' I said. Suddenly the rock slammed forwards and backward, they all screamed as did I this time. He pulled out his arm and was laughing but he too when it was fully out from deep inside the cavernous rock he was also empty-handed. The pudgy fucker looked at me, despondent, I felt bad for him, but he'd given me a good show so he too got candy, but the porker didn't get as much as Jake. 

Next was the smallest boy, he was much more timid, his piercing green eyes looked out from underneath darker brows, and his long hair was a honey brown with red highlights woven and streaked throughout his head, the sun had naturally highlighted it. Masses of curls lapped his neck, it was longer than I typically liked, but fuck he was a stunner. I watched as he pulled a face as he slimed up, We dads looked on. This dad wasn’t the idiot I thought he was, he’d worked it out quickly, he took a glance at me and I saw his eyes travel to my crotch, they widened when he saw the fat swollen lump where my cock was rock hard. The fear of being caught out had my heart racing and I swear my cock nearly exploded there and then. I laughed, I took a chance and grabbed my meat and  I slowly squeezed it, oh yeah, the dad definitely looked. ‘Gotcha' I thought to myself. The dad looked back at me, his hand in his pocket, I swear his fingers flexing and there was a heat now in his face as the teen boy tentatively probed the entrance of the hole, as his arm slipped in, he pulled a funny face, `erghhhhh Jake was right it really is all hot and slimy.’ I was watching so intensely that I forgot to swallow and drooled, a thin line of spittle falling in a long line. I quickly swallowed sucking it back into my mouth but the dad saw me... I grinned wide, what surprised me was so did he, I took a chance and glanced at his crotch. Yes he was hard, I could see the outline of a fat cock hard in his jeans and there was a damp patch at the end, he was horny and his precum had soaked through. He looked up at me and we locked eyes he nodded and then grabbed his meat too. ‘That a boy Stevie, you gotta go deep, I bet it's buried in the sweet hole.’ He said looking at me as he spoke. Stevie was working hard, he started slowly, `that's it champ' I said, go slowly, nice and deep.' his arm was going in and out, and the rock moaned and groaned. In and out, in and out deeper, and deeper he was working it so deeply, `make a fist son,' said his dad. `Then go deep.' I looked on grinning, both at Stevie and his father. Stevie was just as competitive as Tom maybe more so as now his whole shoulder was against the hole now. `Oh yeah, in and out, in and out, good boy' his dad said. We watched entranced for six or seven minutes, "I can't find it dad, but I can feel something ' he said as he started to pull his hand out. `No son, go nice and deep, keep working it in.' His arm was almost a blur as he worked in and out, the creature in the rock moaned and groaned, and we all jumped with fright as he shouted, fuck yes, I got it, I got it!!!!!' He was laughing and looked smug as anything bringing his hand back out it was covered in the thick gelatinous goo, it was so thick it formed webs between his fingers. He opened and closed his hand several times looking at it fascinated. The candy he'd found on the secret ledge inside fell to the floor it to was all slimy.

I went to the table adjusting my cock as I turned from them all, I got a bow of can an tipp it in his bucket but also grabbed a wrapped box. `As you're the only one to find the monster's treasure you also get a special present!' I said, I was so hot with fuck lust that I'd now completely forgotten my bad accent, everyone was laughing and cheering Stevie, his dad had given him an affectionate he’d rub! Nice idea man, said the dad, he was staring at the hole, it was clear he wanted to have a go too, there was such a look of heat in his face he could have incinerated anything he stared at. He looked again at my hard cock, the rock, and felt his own hard  cock. He came up to me and spoke quietly, ‘I know what you're up to’ he stared at the hole again before looking back at me. ‘Have you got kids?' He asked. I smiled, `yeah a boy about the same size and age as yours there. But he's a little shit and is being punished. He’s also extremely shy, so he's been volunteered to  be the monster.' He looked at me, the gears turning in his head, this guy was hot but definitely not the sharpest tool in the box. He looked at the rock his eyes going wide, and they half closed, ‘who volunteered him?’ He asked. I said nothing but just grinned at him. He walked to the bowl of slime, his hand reached out, but the boys had moved off and called out to him, ‘Dad, c’mon.’ He looked at me shrugged and headed off through the door. I saw them all head off down the path chattering the lads all laughing, but the dad gave me another quizzical look, then looked at the hard lump in my pants. `He looked at me, then my cock, then the rock, then back at my cock he stared at it long and hard then at me, then back at my fat fuck stick which was hard as a rock. Licking his licked his, he looked at the lads, licked his lips again, and then back at my bulging cock it was written all over his face he wanted to hunt the monster. As he walked away his footsteps seemed heavy and slow, and he kept looking back at me as they all crossed the road, I groped my cock along its long length watching him as he was unable to look away and I grinned as I shut the door.

I went to the rock, flicked the hidden clips, and took off the front panel, there inside on a small cushioned frame I'd built, and bound with leather cuffs and straps was my son. He was tightly secured to it, bound and ball gagged, his cunt level with the entrance of the cavernous hole. I'd used copious amounts of fist lube on his hole all afternoon, I literally had pumped it in with a large syringe, he'd been previously douched and cleaned out thoroughly and now was just a hole for anyone to fist. I was hard as hell and took the ball gag out of his mouth, `oh fuck dad, that was so hot, I leaned down and we kissed deeply. It ain’t over yet son’ I said. He quickly got back into his role  ‘please, please dad, dad pleeeeasssse  no more, I can’t take it he said, a pleading look on his face. My boy ever the consummate actor, well what could I do, So I  obliged the boy. I unzipped my pants, reached in, and pulled my nine inches of fat daddy cock out. Cock snot dripped thickly from my piss slit. His eyes went wide, I squatted down and lined up with his face cunt, `as you asked so nicely you little cunt, open up.' I pushed my hips forwards and found his pink lips, but he kept them tightly closed, I slapped his ass hard, and the slap echoed in the hall, he yelped and the slimy head of my cock pushed passed his lips and slipped in deeply and quickly met the back of his throat. I pushed hard again with my hips and my cock slipped down his throat till I was sunk all the way in deep. He'd tried to squeal but his throat was just too full, it just started sending vibrations through my meat, I liked the vibrations rattling along my shaft, I grinned, and I slapped his ass again, hard. I saw the pink handprint. `Oh fuck yeah' I moaned, slap, slap, slap... slap, slap, slap... I kept slapping his ass, his cheeks were getting so red, and the skin on my hand had heated up. Harder and harder I slapped him, he was really screaming now, fuck I was horny, The harder I beat his ass the harder I pumped his face cunt. His screams just vibrated along the length of my cock, I was so turned on that less than two minutes later I shot deep down his throat. I was gasping, my chest was heaving as I slowly pulled out of his mouth, and my cum dripped everywhere. His eyes had lost a little focus and his lips which had gone a bit blue now started to be a rosy pink again. `Good boy.' I told him. ‘Oh fuck dad, that was amazing ‘ he said. At that moment the doorbell rang again, `triiiick orrrr treeeeat' could be heard from the other side shouted out by numerous kids. I replaced the ball gag, my boy looked at me, and I grinned. `Remember you asked for a pussy pounding and daddy promised you you'd get it.' 

His eyes went wide knowing what was going to happen. `Daddy never breaks a promise' I said. `Your cunts going to be punched and pounded again, again and again... and again. And I think I might have found someone else to fuck you too boy we might even be able to get his boys to fuck you as well. We're going to wreck your cunt, you're not going to able to sit down for a month by the time we've finished with you.' I reached over to the grandfather clock. I opened the cabinet door at the base and took out a giant dildo, it was at least eighteen inches long, and a good nine inches in girth. We're going to fuck you with this, your cunt is mine to do with as I please. He looked genuinely horrified, I deliberately hadn’t shown him the dildo, he was shaking his head in fear and disbelief. To make sure he didn't hurt himself, I now fasted a thin leather strap over his skull holding him still on the frame. His eyes were wide, like a horse who wanted to bolt. Now get ready boy... you're going to be fisted, fucked and your cunts going to be destroyed.' I refastened the rock face to the model clicked the clips in place then  I opened the front door, `Vel-come tooo Traaaan-sil-vaaaaaania....' I said, `I ammmm Draaaaacuuuuula, aaaaand iiiiii have lottttts of treats.... But to get them.... Ahhhhhh thaaaaat is a trick........' 

Across the road the dad was looking again, he looked at me and adjusted his cock in his jeans, I grinned at him and adjusted my own. He smiled back at me, looked at my crotch, then looked at the boys with him, licked his lips, and again adjusted his cock. I nodded at him and he grinned, I nodded towards him indicating for him to come back over, and he looked at the boys before me, then back at me.  He said something to the three lads then got brave and started walking back towards me, the hardness of his cock and the spreading damp patch clearly outlined in the blue denim, I looked at him and smiled, especially as the boys came following after him, grinning as they all approached again... As he got closer I shouted, `Trick orrrr Treat!!!!!'