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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.



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