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Archive name: hallow10.txt (m/b, b/b, snuff)
Authors name: Debonair (debonair63@hotmail.com)
Story title : A Very Special Halloween

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A VERY SPECIAL HALLOWEEN (M/b, b/b, snuff) 
By Debonair (debonair63@hotmail.com)

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"The boy that you loved is the man that you fear. Peel 
off all those eyes and crawl into dark. You've poisoned 
all your children to camouflage your scars. Pray unto 
the splinters. Pray unto your fear. Pray your life was 
just a dream, the cut that never heals. The world is in 
my hands. There's no one left to hear you. There's no 
one left for you." - Marilyn Manson
 
*

Hi boys and girls! It's time for the incredible tale of 
a little boy named Arlo. A kid just like you maybe, who 
didn't believe anything special happened on the night of 
the 31st of October. After all, he already knew Santa 
was actually uncle Frank with a fake white beard. And 
magic was something you could do with swift hands. Oh, 
poor Arlo, the fool. 'What's so special about 
Halloween?' he mused. Hey, it's all about getting free 
candy!
 
And so, he stretched his legs, rousing from a good night 
of sleep just like any other day. The sunshine beaming 
from in between the blinds, traced long triangles on his 
pajama-clad body. He wiped the gunk at the corner of his 
green eyes and wiggled his toes. Like any typical six-
year-old, he sprung out of bed, his battery recharged 
completely.
 
The onset of a new day had him humming some silly tune. 
His sleepwear quickly flew across the room, discarded as 
if it was litter. He strolled naked to the drawers, idly 
scratching his pendulous testicles. The sight of his 
morning boner brought a sly smile to his lips. He 
selected a pair of white tube socks with red stripes and 
put them on his little feet, then he jumped into his 
perfectly bleached underoos. It was all he needed to 
protect his modesty in front of his mommy and daddy.
 
Before running to the breakfast table, he made a pit-
stop at the bathroom. Stray curls in his brown mop 
caught his attention in the mirror. He flattened them 
and took his post in front of the ceramic bowl. The flow 
of urine trickling from the circumcised head of his 
penis relieved the ache in his bladder. For an instant, 
he toyed with the undomesticated organ. A cool little 
morsel of hard flesh so fascinating to touch and fondle.
 
Soon, it shriveled, going limp like a noodle. It was 
pointless to play with it any longer, thus he raced to 
the kitchen to be greeted by the tender caresses of his 
mother on his shoulders. His dad tousled his hair. 
"Mornin' champ!" he said. "Do you want pancakes?" his 
mother asked.
 
Arlo nodded, swinging his legs under the chair, awaiting 
the meal. The big plate in front of him woke his taste 
buds. He poured a coat of syrup on the pile and attacked 
the spongy discs, patting his tummy in the process. 
Something was odd however. He couldn't put his finger on 
it. An eerie breeze tickled his bare back. Nothing like 
the usual Sunday mornings. He glanced outside the patio 
doors and that's when he spotted him. That man behind 
the fence, watching him with his binoculars. He had 
caught the stranger spying on him before, while he 
splashed in the pool with his pals. He glared at him, 
his blood turning cold.
 
At first, the queer behavior didn't bother him. But now, 
he was frightened, disturbed by the big glassy eyes staring 
at his half-naked form. "I'm not hungry anymore mom. Can
I go play?" 
 
"Yes dear. Just finish your milk first."
 
                          -=-
 
The cold autumn air nipped at Arlo's bare thighs. He 
rubbed the frozen skin below the hem of his skimpy red 
shorts and scanned up and down the street for any sign 
of the creepy individual. As a burst of courage engulfed 
his little heart, he dashed away from his secure 
domicile, running madly to his destination.
 
He crashed in the door of the white house at the end of 
the avenue and rang the doorbell, rising on his tippy 
toes to reach it. The harsh wind frigorified his pudgy 
fingers. He stumped his feet on the cement porch, 
studying wildly the deserted street, until the man 
finally opened the door.
 
"Oh! Hello Arlo?" Jim Flanagan spoke softly, watching 
the child race between his legs. "Are you in a hurry?"
 
"I'm scared! Somebody's after me!"
 
"Is it the aliens again?"
 
"Nooo. It's a man! He's spying on me!"
 
"Are you sure?"
 
"It's true!" the tyke reaffirmed, rolling his eyes in 
their sockets. 
 
"Well, last time you said Mrs. Sorenson's dog was 
possessed by the devil..." the man muttered, lifting the 
little boy off the ground to sit him on his lap.
 
"It was!" Arlo giggled, wriggling in the comforting 
embrace of his old friend. The adult removed his 
miniature sneakers and pulled on his socks. His 
carpenter hands squeezed his boyfeet, warming up each 
teeny toe. They roamed on his legs, caressing the icy 
flesh.
 
Arlo smiled at the gentle host. He loved the way the
forty-two-year-old man held him tight. Not like his 
mommy and daddy. It was different. The stranger never 
scolded him or told him what to do. He touched him 
everywhere and kissed him everywhere too, even on his 
butt!
 
Jim was the coolest guy in the world. He was his second 
daddy. The man with a handsome face and sporty looks 
exhilarated him. Whenever they went to the mall on a 
spending spree, people thought he was a movie star! Jim 
could make all the voices of the cartoons characters and 
tell the most hilarious jokes.
 
"What disguise will you wear tonight kiddo?"
 
"I'm gonna be the Lion King!" the small lad cheered, 
eyeing the sweet fingers massaging his groin.
 
"Uhmm. I know someone who has a stiffy!" Jim grinned.
 
"Yess!" the six-year-old squealed with gleeful abandon. 
With a natural gesture, he slipped his shorts down to 
his knees, exhibiting the naughty eleventh finger. The 
adult's paw quickly cupped his tender balls. "You like 
that uh?" Jim asked, teasing the delicate erection. 
 
"Suck it again! Suck my dick like the last time!" Arlo 
whined, bouncing on the belly of his confident. Jim 
stood up, admiring the cherub a second, before stealing 
his clothes. While the man finished undressing him, Arlo 
relaxed. Unlike with other people, the idea of being 
naked with Jim didn't upset him. When his underpants 
slipped off his feet, he placed his legs on the arms of 
the lazy-boy, anticipating the first peck on his hard 
little rod.
 
The grandfather clock ticked in the corner of the living 
room, guiding Jim's mouth on the child's bare form. With 
every second, he went from one spot to the next, 
nibbling the tiny tits, licking the cute bellybutton. 
The diminutive male was sexed-up, purring as his head 
traveled on his undeveloped chest. He bathed the flesh 
around the kid's genitals with his tongue. It was so 
smooth, devoid of any hair, any smell but the fresh 
scent of clean boyishness. "Do it on my pee-nis!" Arlo 
conjured.
 
Jim threw a warm smile at the elf and swallowed his 
nutsac, twirling each pea-sized ball around his oral 
cavity. "Hmmmm.. do my dick too!" the first grader 
insisted excitedly. Without further coaxing, Jim let the 
tip of his tongue dance on the two-inch bit. He suckled 
the child penis amorously. It was hard as a peg of wood, 
alive and twitching in the confines of his humid cavern.
 
 He gobbled up the entire package and suctioned it. The 
incessant moans of the child were intoxicating. He 
marveled at the kid's ease to naturally accept his lurid 
exploration. How he surrendered himself to the pleasure. 
It was a thing of infinite beauty, fueling his passion.
 
He flipped Arlo on his stomach and kneaded the firm 
white melons, parting them slowly to reveal the 
exquisite puckered anus he yearned to deflower. The 
tyke's legs flailed as his tongue lapped up the satiny 
crack. "You're licking my butt!" Arlo confirmed the 
obvious, accompanying his statement with a flurry of 
high-pitched giggles.
 
The man's cock was hurting in his jeans. He let it spear 
out and wedged it between the perky buttocks of his 
immature lover. The mounds hugged it so deliciously. 
Arlo began squirming under him, rubbing his adorable 
fanny on his gigantic sausage, enticed by its radiating 
heat. Jim gripped his enormous pole and pressed it 
against the virgin ring, just to feel its amazing 
tightness on the very tip of his helmet. How could he 
even dream of plunging into that small boy? A gift from 
god he should cherish and love. It would have to wait, 
until everything was just right.
 
He could imagine it however, taste it. The incomparable 
clasping of the kid's asshole around his shaft as it 
vanished deep into his warm rectum. An unholy merging. 
Just a man addicting a young boy to the most subtle of 
all pleasures. He wondered how long it would take before 
the boy crossed the threshold when pain fades away and 
all that is left is the ecstasy of their union, the 
sheer joy of submission when every thrust of his swollen 
fuckstick would make him
supplicate for more.
 
That time will come soon he mumbled, diving on the boy's 
shithole to drive his large oral instrument into it. 
Again, Arlo trashed on the vinyl armchair, swimming in 
the blissful pool of new stimulations. Jim probed the 
minuscule orifice, savoring the blend of soap and boyish 
essence. The sounds of his squishy invasion had the kid 
laugh wholeheartedly. He was bumping and grinding, lost 
in the frenzy of his impending baby climax.
 
Jim watched carefully the little demon humping his lazy-
boy. The child stiffened abruptly and his bumhole winked 
at him. The ultimate compliment for his skillful oral 
ministrations.
 
"Did you get the tingles? Was it a good cum?"
 
"Yess." Arlo nodded, perching himself on the edge of the 
large armchair.
 
"Do you wanna see me squirt?"
 
"Yup!" Arlo nodded again, crushing in his tiny fists, 
the tower of flesh pointed in his direction.
 
"Lick it up!" Jim exclaimed. "That's it!" he encouraged, 
watching the sweet tongue swirl around the bloated 
flesh, covering it with spittle and his abundant pre-
cum. The mix of fluids oozed down the laddie's chin. 
"Uhhh, that feels really good Arlo!"
 
Already, his seed was boiling at the base of his cock. 
The simple vision of this six-year-old giving him a blow 
job was enough to make him cum a hundred times over. He 
petted the child's silky brown hair, his eyes riveted on 
the pouty lips awkwardly sucking on his cockhead. When 
the boy managed to fit the entire mushroom into his 
mouth, his organ flared.

The detonation of his orgasm fired up a volley of 
burning sauce, flooding the kid's throat. His pulsing 
prick trembled, shooting rope after rope of his massive 
load onto Arlo's button nose. It was a party for the 
kid. He examined closely the intriguing result with a 
wide smile, catching the greasy spurts on his face.
 
"I made a lot this time!" Jim commented.
 
"Yeah! That was fun!"
 
                        -=-
 
Mary adjusted the disguise of her son in the living 
room, testing the stitches of the lion costume. Over his 
shoulder, she watched anxiously the anchorwoman recite 
the six o'clock news, her ears ringing with the 
disturbing words: "The search is still on for a child 
molester the authorities are calling Night Predator. The 
man, who is believed to be a Rutger Valley resident, has 
already made seven victims. Police officials stated 
earlier today that they will be out in full force 
tonight and warned parents to be extra careful..."
 
'Mommy, my back is itching!" Arlo complained.
 
"There." Mary muttered, scratching his fury back. For an 
instant, she felt like hugging him. He looked so cute 
with his golden brown suit, his painted face buried in a 
halo of frilly wool strands and his long tail ending 
with a bushy ball of hair. "Do you think it's safe with 
that guy out there?" she blurted out, glancing sideways 
at her husband.
 
"Yup. He won't be alone honey. Jim's gonna chaperon him 
and a couple more kids..."
 
"I wish I could go. We don't know anything about that 
man!" 
 
"Jim? He's a nice guy. Don't worry so much! You see bad 
people everywhere..."
 
"A mother's instinct is never wrong.." she snapped 
coldly, handing an empty bag to her boy. "Now, don't eat 
any of the fruits and unwrapped candy Arlo! And don't 
move ten feet away from the rest of the group. I don't 
want you to be alone one second! You hear me?"
 
"Yes mommy. I promise." the little boy acquiesced 
nervously. 
 
                         -=-
 
Jim Flanagan rounded up the boys on the sidewalk. 
Besides precious Arlo, there was the Russell brothers 
also, two spunky blond brats. Mark, the nine-year-old, 
dressed as Anakin Skywalker, seemed to have his heart 
set on doing mischief. An inclination he quickly 
attempted to suppress. As for his kid brother Danny, the 
seven-year-old was quiet, grasping shyly the plastic 
sword of his pirate attire.
 
He explained the rules to the laddies and observed them 
from a short distance as they began trick or treating 
from door to door, their eyes illuminating with each new 
handful of goodies dropped at the bottom of their bags. 
How he loved the little scamps. The way they trotted 
cautiously to the houses decorated with sinister props; 
tombstones, jack-o-lanterns and squeletons.
 
It was a night created for boys, where their adventurous 
and curious nature could soar. At one point, he patted 
Arlo's bottom, coaxing the hesitant boy to go see the 
witch standing on her porch. The youngest child 
responded well, facing his fear for the reward of sugary 
treats, coming back with a triumphant smile.
 
"Look! There's a house on the hill over there!" Mark 
blurted out suddenly, pointing his index across the 
darkened urban park.
 
"Yes, never seen it before!" Danny remarked.
 
"Let's go! There's a scarecrow with a pumpkin head. It 
looks huge, they're probably giving away tons of 
chocolate bars!"
 
"I don't know guys." Jim declared solemnly. "Do you 
really wanna walk all the way across the park only for 
one house?"
 
"Yess!" the three children cheered in unison, venturing 
already in the uninviting patch of nature.
 
"I bet the night predator hides 'round here.." Mark 
whispered, bulging his eyes out. "I heard he cuts little 
boys' testicles off and eats them!"
 
"Testee-acles?" Arlo peeped.
 
"Your nuts!" Danny informed him.
 
"Is it true?" the youngster asked Jim sheepishly.
 
"Uh-uh! Nuts are very good!" the adult grinned 
devilishly. 
 
Arlo's mind reeled with the prospect of stumbling upon 
the dark maniac behind one of the large elms. He trudged 
silently on the bed of damp leaves, following Mark who 
was leading the way towards the shimmering lights of the 
mysterious house on the hill. Crossing the park was 
going to be a boring and exhausting trip he thought in 
his head, especially on the account of the heavy bag of 
candy he was carrying. Sweat was rolling on his tummy 
under the lion suit. His eyelids were getting heavy too.
 
The hoot of an owl had him pivoting in the middle of the 
tall forest. Everywhere he looked, the inky darkness had 
spread its majestic blanket. "Where's Jim?" he panicked, 
suddenly realizing his adult companion was missing.
 
"Where's my little brother?" Mark seconded, his hazel 
eyes glimmering in the moonlight. The older of the 
siblings surveyed the vicinity bravely. "Come out! 
You're not scaring us!" he boasted in the night. "I'll 
find you!"
 
Arlo stared paralyzed, as the older boy disappeared in 
the obscurity. "Where are you going!? Don't go!" he 
yelled, totally overwhelmed by the turn of events.

"Mark! Mark? Come back!"

But as the echo of his voice melted, the soft breeze of 
the wind in the branches was the only thing he could 
hear. Tears of terror rolled on his rosy cheeks, ruining 
the thin whiskers drawn on each side of his quivering 
lips. He was all alone now, exactly like his mother had 
forbidden. It had taken only a few seconds. He was lost! 
 
His tiny heart pounded, threatening to jump out of his 
thorax. He clutched the handles of the bag firmly, 
holding on to it as if it was the key to his salvation. 
To add to his misery, he could sense a presence 
surrounding him, craving for him. Some sort of 
malevolent force scrutinizing him. A thick fog of 
genuine fright overtook his body. All of a sudden, he 
noticed something moving in the shrubs. His eyes 
disbelieved it. It was a hooded figure dressed in black 
from head to toe, approaching like a panther, getting 
closer and closer, lurking in the shadows.
 
The whip of adrenalin lashed at his soul. He dashed away 
in the dark, his throat trying to release the screams of 
help that were trapped there by fear. 'please don't let 
him catch me!' he prayed, gasping for air, watching the 
ground race under his little feet. A log made him crash 
to the mossy floor, bruising his knees. Hundred pieces 
of candy, wrapped in colorful paper, burst out of his 
bag like firecrackers on the fourth of July. 
 
From out of nowhere, big hands grasped him under the 
armpits, hurling him at the starlit sky like a toy doll. 
Finally, a symphony of shrill shrieks escaped his mouth. 
"ARRGH! ARGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH! HELP ME! ARGGGHHHH!" he 
screamed, pleading for the nightmare to end. As he let 
out his most ferocious yell, the stranger threw 
something in his esophagus. He choked on the pill, going 
dizzy at once, losing
consciousness. His whole body went limp. No matter how 
much he wanted it to fight, it failed to struggle the 
powerful kidnapper because of the ruthless effect of the 
drug. He allowed his sleepy eyes to close and the 
sentence of the abductor resonated on his eardrums: "I'm 
gonna eat you up little boy!"
 
                          -=-
 
Arlo's limbs ached as he awoke on a bed with no sheets. 
He tried to bolt up right away, but the handcuffs tied 
to his wrists restrained him. The stench of urine coming 
from his crotch rose in his nostrils. He gazed at the 
steely chains attached to the bedposts. The walls were 
gray and gloomy.

Aside from the large antique bed, there was nothing else 
but him in there. The moon was glowing through the 
window, making strange designs on the ceiling, scaring 
him. A sinking feeling of defeat gnawed at his heart. He 
was so vulnerable, laying there in his underoos, bound 
like a dog.
 
Assuredly no one was going to save him now. The evil 
hooded monster was going to get him! Just as he resigned 
himself to his fate, faint pleadings sounded through the 
back wall. "Help me! Please.." the squeaky voice 
chanted.
 
"Is that you Danny?"
 
"Yess.. help me Arlo!"
 
"I I I can't. I can't move!"
 
"Me neither! My wrists hurt.. come help me!"
 
"I CAN'T!" Arlo cried out, utterly discouraged by the 
situation. 
 
The thundering sound of the door flying open had his 
head spinning one eighty degrees. "No.. please don't 
hurt me!" he sobbed, eyeing the dark figure with a black 
robe advancing toward him.
 
A muscular paw grabbed his ankle while another aimed a 
syringe to his slender thigh. "Nooo. Don't do that!" he 
begged, in between his screams of outrage. But the 
needle edged closer, piercing his skin to deliver its 
content inside the vein. For an instant, a surge of 
wrath overpowered him. He wanted to punch the man for 
stinging him. His eyes roamed on the face of the unknown 
ghoul. It was all painted white and razored with red 
marks like scars that had not healed. The sight 
petrified him.
 
Much to his surprise, his handcuffs were taken away and 
the tormentor left the room. Arlo sniffed the tears of 
the brutal encounter, rubbing the red dot on his thigh. 
He rose to his feet tentatively, afraid the door would 
swing open again.
 
Perhaps the window would be the gateway to his freedom? 
But as he approached it, he assessed he was on the third 
floor. The darkened park he had crossed was sprawled 
under his eyes. In the front yard, the scarecrow with a 
pumpkin head was sitting on a chair, nagging him with 
its menacing orange grin. He was inside the spooky 
house!
 
The wooden floor creaked under his bare feet. He walked 
slowly to the door and peeked outside at the corridor. 
No sign of the evil man. Plaintive moans reminded him he 
was not alone. Following the feeble cries, he found 
himself in the adjacent room with two boys, shackled to 
the wall. The kid's nudity made him blush, more so as he 
noticed they were sporting red swollen boners.
 
"Take them off.." Danny urged, straining against the 
metal fastenings. 
 
"Hey kid, come here!" the other child called him. "Come 
on, please touch my dick. Please squeeze it! Wank it!"
 
Arlo surveyed the older boy twice his age. The red-head 
was in some trance, breathing heavily, undulating on the 
wall. "Just a few seconds, do it! Touch my dick!" he 
reiterated.
 
Arlo extended his hand and grasped the hard purple 
penis. Within a dozen flicks of the wrists, a fierce jet 
of semen splashed across his forearm. The boy's groans 
of relief startled him. "Oh! Thank you!" the twelve-
year-old sighed. "Ohhhhh. Uhhhhhhhh. Do it again pleeze! 
I'm horny again! Play with my..."
 
"NO! Do my thingy now! I need it bad." Danny 
interrupted. 
 
"The key is on the hook there!" the older male divulged. 
"Unlock the cuffs, so we can wank ourselves.."
 
The sex-crazed boys frightened Arlo. He backed away 
instinctively as they drooled and emitted inhuman wails, 
their lustful eyes boring into him. "Quick!" Danny 
pressured on.
 
"Stop yelling at me!" Arlo retorted angrily. "See... I'm 
doing it" he whined, picking up the key to liberate 
them. The boys inhaled deeply upon being delivered.
 
"Let's go, we got to get away from here.." Arlo 
commanded. 
 
"Not yet!" the lads sang, crumbling to the floor. Arlo 
watched in awe as they gripped their erections and 
fisted them frantically. They were animals, abusing 
their little cocks, growling in the night. The boys 
joined forces and began sucking their willies in front 
of him. "Come on guys! We don't have time... The bad 
man's gonna come back!" he barked.
 
His words fell on deaf ears. The young males were 
rolling feverishly, slurping on each other's pricks, 
sucking their penises like loonies. He had never seen 
Danny like this before. He wasn't the same timid seven-
year-old, tagging alongside his big brother. The blond 
angel was bobbing his head like crazy on the twelve-
year-old's throbbing pecker. Sperm shot from the peehole 
right onto his pretty face. But he continued servicing 
the engorged piece of flesh, licking it, suckling it 
until it erupted again a minute later all over his mug.
 
Arlo paced around the obscene duo, catching an eyeful of 
all the dirty action. The older lad was sliding his 
middle finger into Danny's pink asshole and nibbling 
hungrily his set of hairless balls.

Meanwhile, the youngster was masturbating his partner 
with two hands, milking out blast after blast of fresh 
boycream. Yelps of joy and moans of relief filled Arlo's 
brain. He was going insane, unable to comprehend the 
conduct of the possessed children.
 
"I'm going whether you're coming with me or not!" he set 
his foot down. A twinge of guilt surfaced on his soul 
when he lurched out of the room. But the thirst for 
freedom was stronger than the outcome of two naughty 
rascals.
 
Arlo ran in the corridors of the mansions seeking the 
exit. The journey was never-ending, until finally he 
stopped in front of a wall. 'Must have taken the wrong 
way?' he thought. But as he retraced his footsteps, the 
confusing conclusion boggled his mind. There were no 
stairs!? No way out!? Tears sprung to his green eyes 
again.
 
For a brief moment, he cursed the damn house. A very 
brief moment though, for new sensations traveled in his 
blood. Uncommon stirrings whirled between his legs. A 
wave of tremendous heat flowed inside his fifty-pound 
frame, eliciting uncontrollable howls of desperation 
from his lungs. 

His boyhood swelled, tenting the front of his underwear. 
"What's happening?" he cried out loud, falling to his 
knees. "Oh boy! Oh boy!" he rambled, peeking under the 
waistband at his excited little pricklet. It had never 
been so hard, so demanding of his immediate attention.
 
For the first time in his short life, he felt like the 
small dink didn't belong to him. A bolt of pure lust had 
him shucking his undies. He jigged on the hardwood 
floor, beating the weenie for all he was worth, hoping 
to recover the control of his appendage. The rapid 
orgasm made his legs shudder. He yelped loudly, 
mesmerized by the intensity of his cum.
 
For a few seconds, the appearance of normality triggered 
a sigh of relief from his guts. Then the impulses 
returned, stronger than before. He dashed away in the 
corridor, afraid his peter would explode into a million
pieces. "Oh boy! Oh boy!" he chanted, looking for the 
exit, for someone who would tell him everything was going
to be all right.
 
The music of a grand classical orchestra coming from 
behind closed doors livened up his spirit. Perhaps, he 
had found the saviors? But as he pushed the sculpted 
panels, the grotesque revelation drained the colors of 
his face. Everywhere he looked in the candlelit room, 
naked boys of all ages were fornicating. Dozens of them! 
Thousands of them it seemed because of the gigantic 
mirrors plastered on the walls and ceiling.
 
In the middle of it all, on a king-sized bed, 
overpowering everything like a sacrificial altar, the 
bad man with a chalk white face was crouched over a 
child. He recognized the boy as Mark. The nine-year-old 
was grunting, stretched on his back, arms out flung, as 
the bulky adult crushed him under his weight.
 
His eyes drifted to their connected bodies. His chest 
began heaving. The sight of the man's inflamed penis 
plowing into his buddy's tiny bunghole provoked a tide 
of shivers up his spine. The big adult thrust into the 
kid faster and harder. Mark's wails echoed amidst the 
litany of moans. "Fuck me! YEAHHH FUCK ME!" he yelled. 
 
The couple convulsed before Arlo's eyes and the ghoulish 
face of the man turned to him. He stared into the black 
eyes, suddenly drawn to them.
 
"Come to me Arlo..."
 
Our young hero watched his feet march on their own. On 
the bed, the man was waiting for him, his slimy cock 
sticking out of his hairy crotch. As much as he had 
despised the stranger, now all he wanted was to be 
cuddled by him. He didn't know where he was anymore. All 
sorrows and concerns in his little brain had vaporized.
 
The man willed him, seduced him and began caressing his 
creamy skin. Arlo's fragile mind was powerless to 
resist. He let himself drown in the warmth of tactile 
heaven. As if he had been captured by an octopus, he 
felt the sweet fingers brush every spot on his body at 
the same time. The man's tentacles were squeezing him, 
loving him. A wiggly tongue slithered between his 
asscheeks. Hungry lips sucked his boydick, his titties 
and his earlobes. The room was spinning as he was 
twisted upside down by the strong arms. Once in a while, 
he caught flashes of the other boys there. They were 
fucking and sucking.
 
"Don't think my precious child." the man murmured. "Let 
it go.. just feel it. Can you feel it?"
 
"Yess!" Arlo whined. "Make me cum pleeze!" he begged. 
 
The man's coarse hands toyed with his butt, squeezing 
his buns, spanking them. They were separated and the 
valley explored. His pink asshole was vibrant, resilient 
to the invading digits. A rush of extreme fullness had 
him whimper. The man's rubbery penis was going inside 
him! He could feel the knot enlarging his anus, 
eliciting little shocks of pain and pleasure all around 
the ring.
 
The violins resounded. His mind banished all notions of 
reality. He turned his head and caught a glimpse of the 
nine-inch tube penetrating him. It was veiny, fat and 
glistening, sandwiched there between his small globes.
 
Resting his ear on the mattress, he let it happen. The 
big organ inched inside his rectum, until the man's wiry 
pubic hair brushed the cleft of his bum. He came 
gloriously, biting his lips from the intense bliss. The 
large penis began sliding inside his entrails. He 
gripped the sheets, his muscles tensing up, his toes 
curling down.
 
"Ughhh! Uhhhh! Pleeze it's so big!" he complained.
 
But the fuckstick pursued its plowing, going in the 
depths of his belly. Again, he climaxed, collapsing like 
a newborn foal. The thrusts became more frantic and 
sustained, rattling him. He tilted his head backward, 
grunting with every savage lunge up his tight bottom. 
 
"How does that feel Arlo?" the voice of the adult 
roared. 
 
"It feels good! Please please, stick it all in my butt! 
Ooooo" 
 
"I'm gonna FUCK you so hard baby!"
 
The strong hands dug into Arlo's shoulders. He cooed 
incessantly, feeling the huge pole jabbing his bowels, 
stretching his virgin
shithole to its limit. A bubble of mounting pleasure 
glowed between his legs. It was growing, ballooning. His 
ass was on fire, his dick tingling like crazy.
 
The pace of the brutal sodomy reached unimaginable 
speed. "Ohh! Ohh! Mister!" He cried out, glancing again 
at the slickened prong splitting his six-year-old butt 
in two. The crescendo of the
screeching violins peaked.
 
As the man's hot discharge erupted deep in his guts, his 
whole body convulsed. Again and again, his pricklet 
quaked. Great tides of electric pleasure saturated his 
nervous system. "Annngh! Annngh!" he lamented, sobbing 
like a wounded rodent.
 
The multiple orgasms were coming and going and coming 
back again. Even after the steely nine-inch hose had 
ejected his chute, the aftershocks were still smacking 
jolts into his muscles. He panted quietly on his tummy, 
touching with his short fingers the gaping hole between 
his round cheeks.
 
The interlude was short-lived. A young boy dragged him 
off the bed by his ankles. He fell into the group of 
horny kids. One of them forced his hard-on down his 
throat and he scowled at him. The kid grasped his brown 
hair and fucked his face roughly. Renewed waves of 
arousal changed his disposition. He looked up at the boy 
and clamped his lips on his shaft.
 
Other children cavorted around them. He could see their 
dicks from the corner of his eyes. Long cocks, hairy 
pricks, small weenies. He wanted to suck them all, to 
taste them in his mouth. The humid knob of a teenager 
grazed his sore asshole from behind. He shut his eyes to 
savor the feel of the hot piece of flesh invading his 
insides. It snaked into him, filling the void that had 
been there after his first fuck. The lads shoved their 
pricks into his two holes, taking him at both ends. A 
third child crawled under him to suck his boner.
 
The wet lips siphoned his boner like a vacuum. He 
groaned loudly, his small body at the mercy of those 
unknown boys. The cock in his ass was pounding away, 
thrusting him forward on the meat stick lodged in his 
oral tunnel. An explosion of ecstasy raced through his 
boner. The boys' orgasms occurred soon after. They 
ejaculated inside him, filling up his mouth and his ass.
 
For a while, he rested on the floor. The insatiable need 
for more action was still there, growing by the second. 
He cut a sidelong glance at a pre-teen blondie and 
presented his red-rimmed bumhole for the taking. The 
child accepted the invitation, mounting him at once to 
bury his hard-on into his backside. The ten-year-old 
rabbitfucked him from the start, bouncing on his round 
buttocks, his balls slapping vigorously.
 
Arlo drooled on the floor, sucking in all the pleasure 
of the kiddy rod traveling inside his rectum. They came 
together, with operatic yelps of joy. From then on, Arlo 
stopped taking notice of the boys around him. There was 
always one, sucking his pee-pee or wiping his asshole 
with a wet tongue. He had no energy left nor any 
inclination of defending his small body.
 
The crazy lads inserted their dicks in his mouth and up 
his bum. He found himself twisted like a pretzel, taking 
those hot boycocks deep into him. Teenagers rolled him 
in a ball and rammed their huge poles balldeep into his 
butt. He floated from one overdose of pleasure to the 
next. It felt like his tiny anus was large like a crater 
on the moon. And all that sperm clinging to him like a 
glue. Bigger dollops oozing down his face, down his 
asscrack, between his legs.
 
A parade of enraged young males came to him. He howled 
with them as they fucked him. Evil flames of pure lust 
burned in their eyes. They crammed their rigid cocks 
into his little behind and he loved it. He wanted it. He 
wanted all of them to sodomize him.
 
As a teenager unloaded a gallon of balljuice all over 
his face, his vision blurred. The white goo shot in his 
tired eyes. He licked up the salty substance from his 
lips and passed out.
 
                         -=-
 
Jim Flanagan pulled the front door ajar. "Oh, Arlo! I'm 
so glad to see you!" he exulted, hugging the pint-sized 
boy. "Your mom said she found you asleep on the porch. 
Are you ok buddy?"
 
"I'm okay." Arlo nodded, with a questioning expression 
of disapproval on his mug.
 
"I I I slipped on something and hit my head on a rock." 
Jim felt the need to explain. "After that I couldn't 
find you or the Russells. Where were you? You should 
have gone home immediately!" he pointed out with a stern 
tone.
 
"I don't remember.." Arlo shrugged his shoulders. The 
thoughts were all tangled in his mind. "I was inside the 
house on the hill... there was all kind of stuff 
happening..."
 
"What kind of stuff?"
 
"Sex stuff..."
 
"You probably dreamed all this last night. Halloween 
does this to little boys." Jim tried to reassure him. 
"What was going on in your dream?"
 
"There was a bad man and other boys and they were doing 
sex stuff with me?.."
 
"So was it a bad dream or a good dream?"
 
"A good dream I guess..." Arlo whispered, staring at the 
tip of his running shoes. "It was real. I know it was 
real!" he hollered suddenly. The ache in his bones was 
clear proof of it.
 
"Lemme grab a coat and we'll go see who lives in that 
evil house." Jim smiled broadly.
 
Together they strolled across the park once again. 
Squirrels were chasing each other around the tall trees. 
Yellow and red leaves
hurtled to the ground. Jim squeezed the tyke's little 
hand, whistling in the sun. "I know you can't recall 
much Arlo.. but would you say you had a fun Halloween 
night?" he asked.
 
The six-year-old raised his chin and presented his gap-
toothed grin. "Yes! It was cool and scary!"
 
"Even in your dream?"
 
"It was true! I know it!" Arlo snarled.
 
"Check in your back pocket." The adult commanded wryly, 
out of the blue.
 
Arlo slipped his hand in the pouch of his osh kosh blue 
jeans and showed it back to the man. It was empty.
 
"Check again kiddo!"
 
Once more, the little boy repeated the demand, pondering 
the
purpose of the stupid game. This time however, he 
fetched a shiny gold coin, which he held in the pit of 
his palm. "WOW!"
 
"You see Arlo. Sometimes, we can't see the things that 
are there. And sometimes, we see things that were never 
there..."
 
The dense forest began to clear in front of them. They 
climbed the slope that led atop the hill. Just over a 
steep embankment, Arlo's eyes bugged out. "Where's the 
house?" he exclaimed, scanning the horizon. The absence 
of the sinister mansion left him dumbfounded. 
 
He walked amidst the scattered foliage, kicking a 
pebble. The only thing there was the scarecrow. The 
rotting pumpkin head stared back at him with its 
menacing orange grin. "I know it was here!" he insisted, 
locking his hands on his waist to punctuate the 
seriousness of his allegation. "But now it's gone?!"
 
"Isn't that special?" Jim snickered. "Does it really 
matter if it was here or not?" he added, kneeling in the 
morning dew to look the kid straight in his green eyes.
 
"Nah!" Arlo squeaked. He wrapped his little arms around 
his old pal's neck and hugged him very hard. The man's 
overnight beard tickled his cheek and he chuckled. 
Everything was going to be all right. Odd things only 
happen on that specific evening.
 
He disengaged from the loving embrace, suddenly aware of 
a greasy substance he had picked up on the nape of Jim's 
neck. And as he looked furtively at the smears of white 
make-up on his stubby fingers, he realized he had been 
wrong. A wicked smile broke on his lips. The fun of 
Halloween would indeed happen all year long. This he was 
sure of, as long as Jim was his best friend in the whole 
wide world.
 
Well, that's it boys and girls! Don't forget to check in 
the closet before you slip under the covers. But whoever 
you find there, do not be scared! It might be that 
special magic man with a nine-inch cock, who can fill 
your pocket full of gold coins...
 
............BOO!
 
THE END
 
You can send comments and suggestions to 
debonair63@hotmail.com or debonair36@hotmail.com

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All flames will be ignored cuz' some people will never 
grasp the concept of fiction. I do not condone any of 
the acts in this file. Agatha Christie wrote about 
murderers all her life. She was not a criminal. Fight 
for free speech and stop censorship.

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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