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In the pitch black of the night, the chatter of children and their squeals of laughter filled the streets. Halloween was a particularly magical time for children, but it was mainly for two reasons: the costumes, and the candy.

For young Ben, there was a third reason he enjoyed Halloween so much, and that was the social aspect. Being an outcast as his school and a natural introvert, the 11 year old blue-feathered Avian found solace and excitement in knocking on doors and asking for candy whilst looking his best. Though, no-one wants to go around trick or treating alone; luckily for Ben, he had his best friend to accompany him.

"Jeez, we've been having a streak of bad luck, huh?" Ben's friend and class buddy, Zach, looked down into his pumpkin pail with a look of dismay written across his boyish, canine features. He heaved a sigh and adjusted his glasses, glancing over to his friend.

"Oh, your things coming undone again." He pointed out and gestured with a hand, and Ben swore under his breath, stopping to stuff a piece of cloth back under itself. The two were dressed in their best Halloween costumes: Ben had come as a mummy, covered in cloth bandages that left over only talons, eyes and back exposed. Unfortunately, it was coming undone near his hip, and he had to constantly readjust it so it didn't fall to pieces. His friend was a vampire, complete with fake teeth over his own canine ones, and a cape across his back.

"God damnit, this thing keeps coming undone..." The 11 year old grumbled his annoyance before they set off again, the Avian's talons clicking lightly against the pavement below. The two hadn't had a good start to the night, getting very little in the way of candy. That's was the way of the world coming into 2017 and beyond, where eating healthy was valued more than tradition.

"Maybe you should get some tape, or something." His friend quipped, and Ben shook his head.

"Nah. It'll take too long, and we're already behind everyone else. At this rate, all the good stuff will be gone." He grimaced, and the canine nodded, looking a little worried himself. Neither of them wanted to have a measly hoard, so they needed to work fast. The two quickly made their way down the street and began knocking on doors.

The night drew on. Children began to filter back into their homes as it got later into the night, but the last of the cubs still wanted to make sure they got a good amount. It was nearing midnight before nearly everyone was gone, but Ben and Zach remained out, walking the streets. Zach, however, was beginning to grow nervous.

"Look, uh, Ben...it's getting a little late. Maybe we should get home?" He suggested, and Ben gawked at him, appalled.

"What? But we barely have anything good!" He looked down at his pail and rifled through it for a moment, before throwing his hand in the air, exasperated. Zach still remained firm in his idea and nervously teetered on the spot.

"Ugh, fine. You go home, I want to keep seeing what I can get." Ben patted his friend's shoulder and moved past him, quickly crossing the road and heading back down the street. Zach grimaced and watched him go.

"S-See you at school!" He called after the bird, and saw the Avian raise his hand in farewell, not looking back.

Ben was determined to get a decent amount of candy. It was ultimately his fault that they were late out, so he at least had to amend it, for his own sake. If we could get just a little bit more, then he'd call it quits and go home. He knew his parents would be wondering where he was about now, but he did say to them that he wouldn't rest until he had something substantial. They knew he was a determined soul.

Ben knocked on door after door, holding out his pail expectantly and grimacing as the dregs of candy were deposited into it, the sweets that no-one wanted and were often left for those who still lingered on the streets. After about 10 or 20 houses, Ben was growing frustrated, staring down as the small boiled sweets that you normally give to children 5 years younger. Perhaps it was best he go home.

He turned, beginning to make his way down the street, when he abruptly froze, staring in front of him. At the far end of the street, lingering on the corner, were the local bullies. Josh, and his two lackeys Kevin and Greg, were talking amongst themselves and smoking cigarettes, occasionally bellowing out in laughter. Ben knew them well: they were about 5 years older than he was, and were in the last year of their education at the local school. They bullied Ben and Zach exclusively, along with a couple of others, and were notorious for making people's lives miserable. The rumour was that their head of their little posse, Josh, had already been held back a year and his future was looking grim, which is why he tended to lash out. Ben couldn't say if the rumours were true or not, but the idea that Josh was as dim-witted as his expected often put a smile on his face in private.

Ben was stuck with a dilemma: the way to his house was through the crossroads, but they were there. He knew that if they spotted him, he'd be done for, and there was no way around it. He lingered for a moment, and unfortunately, he hesitated for too long. One of Josh's lackeys spotted him from the corner and began speaking to the others. Nervously gulping, Ben turned and crossed the road, heading down one of the side paths by a house. He hoped he might be able to get around them somehow.

He took a few twists and turns, before ending up on the south side of the crossroads. If his calculations were right, which they usually were, Josh and his cronies would be standing on the corner to his left. However, when he turned to look, they were nowhere to be seen. In fact, they weren't on any of the corners of the crossroads at all. He blinked his surprise, and suddenly, there was a hand upon him.

He whirled around and was met face to face with Josh and his henchman. Josh was a particularly tull and brutish Dragon, but his cronies themselves were a weasel and a thinly-built feline respectively. Though, even weak 16 year olds were still ultimately stronger than an 11 year old.

"Look who it is: Buttjamin." Josh called the Avian by his coined nickname that the trio had made up some time back, and the Avian quivered on the spot, knowing he was in deep trouble. Josh's eyes lingered to the pail.

"Trick or treating? You're such a nerd. What're you meant to be, some shitty mummy?" Josh openly swore, but Ben was used to it by now.

"I-I'll have you know that every kid my age g--"

Before he could even finish his sentence, Josh flung his arms out and shoved Ben to the ground. The pail spilled, and the candy fell out onto the pavement. Ben turned and scrabbled to collect it all, but Josh moved in for the kill as his lackeys collecting up the pail and candy for themselves.

"H-Hey! That's my stuff, I earned it!" Tears of frustration stung in the Avian's eyes as Josh dragged Ben to his feet, and the Dragon boy smirked his amusement.

"What, you gonna cry on me, weakling?" Josh remarked, and Ben let out a sniffle, trying not to tear up too hard. He knew what Josh tended to do when he cried, and it wasn't pleasant.

"You want your candy back? Then I got an idea." Josh smirked and pushed the Avian back, grabbing the now full again pail in his hands. He gestured with a coil of his finger as he crossed the road, with his two lackeys in tow. Ben was determined to get his stuff back, but he was scared: immensely so. The bullies, however, lingered and waited for him, and he eventually had to follow.

They moved through the dark streets, occasionally illuminated by lamp posts, until they stopped outside a house: specifically, Josh's house. The 16 year old slipped some keys from his pocket and pushed open the door, letting everyone else in.

Ben had never been in Josh's house before. It was clean, alarmingly so, and he reckoned that Josh had some particularly nice parents who didn't want their son to turn out this way. Those aforementioned parents, however, were nowhere to be seen.

"My parents are at some stupid fucking spooky Opera." Josh seemed to read his mind, carrying the pail through into the living room, and Kevin and Greg manhandled the young cub into the room as well. Ben lingered, standing on the spot as Ben slouched into a nice, plush seat opposite the television, which remained off and silent. Kevin and Greg seemed to linger too, and it dawned on Ben that they didn't know Josh's plan either.

Josh leant forwards and grabbed what looked to be an open beer bottle from the coffee table, and took a hearty swing of it. The young cub glanced to the Weasal and Feline, and noticed they looked nervous. Had Josh been drinking a little too much?

"You ever gave head before?" Josh abruptly said, and Ben's eyes widened. He was 11, but he was no fool: he knew what a blowjob was, and the whole reproductive system. Having an active imagination and the wonders of early puberty buzzing through your system made you alarmingly self-aware. The two cronies looked even more nervous now, and Josh let out a slightly drunken snort, taking another swig.

"They have. Both of them. Couple of fucking cocksuckers." Josh gestured to his two cronies, and Ben slowly turned his head towards them.

"Y-You said you woul--" Kevin began, but was quickly got off.

"Who cares?!" Josh exclaimed loudly in response, cutting over his 'friend'. "This is the '20th century', apparently sucking a dick or two is fine now."

There was a moment of awkward silence, where Kevin and Greg hung their heads, looking decidedly ashamed and dejected, whilst Ben awkwardly fiddled his hands. His eyes were on the prize: the pumpkin pail sat on the coffee table, waiting for him.

"So have you?" Josh's gruff voice snapped him back to reality, and he blinked over at Josh, who rolled his eyes. "Have you given head?"

"N...No. I'm only 11." Ben awkwardly replied, and he saw Josh snort his amusement, wrinkling his Dragon snout for a moment.

"Never too young to give a good blowjob." He muttered darkly, downing the bottle of beer and getting to his feet. The three of them stood there as he moved through into the kitchen for a moment, and they heard the clinking of bottles.

"We're, uh..." Kevin began, and didn't finish his sentence. The feline dragged him out, and rather surprisingly, the two of them left, looking a little scared. Ben couldn't understand why: just what was Josh going to do. He jumped when he heard Josh suddenly swear, and turned to see him standing in the doorway of the living room, holding three bottles in his hand.

"Motherfuckers..." He muttered, striding across the living room and putting the bottles down on the coffee table. "They're gonna get their fucking asses beat tomorrow."

"R...Right," Ben replied nervously. "Look, uh, Josh, I just want my st--"

"Get on your knees."

Ben's eyes widened, and he was a little confused at first, nervously shifting on his talons. Josh stared at him with the most serious expression he'd ever seen him with.

"I...what?" Ben weakly replied, and Josh merely sighed through his nose.

"You want your candy back? On your knees."

Ben considered his options: Josh was a lot faster than him, and stronger. Did he want to face a beating? Not really. His options were ultimately limited, the more he thought about it, and after a minute or two of nervous thinking, he slowly began to crouch down, settling on his feathered knees. Josh spread his legs a little and relaxed a bit, gesturing the Avian closer. Ben awkwardly shuffled across on his knees until he was sitting between the Dragon's legs, facing him. Josh smirked his amusement.

"What you're going to do..." The red-scaled Dragon began, popping the button of his jeans and lowering the zipper. "Is give me head. Get me off, and you get your candy."

"Are you joking?!" Ben exclaimed, leaning his head back. "I'm not into..."

"Who said you gotta like it? If you want your candy, you'll do what I tell you." Josh grunted, sliding his jeans over his hips and adjusting himself, pulling one of his feet through his jeans to let himself spread out fully. Ben stared down at the Dragon's boxers, dreading what might hide beneath it. He lowered his gaze and awkwardly shuffled in place. Josh was right: if he wanted his candy back, he was going to have to do this. But did he really want to?

"Come on. Put on a good show." Josh snickered, and Ben felt the colour rise to his cheeks. He'd never even seen another man's cock before, let enough touch it, or even lick it. His heart hammered in his chest from fright and nerves. Josh grew impatient after a minute or so of Ben teetering on the edge, and he reached his own hand down to finally pull that member free.

Ben gawked at the sight before him, his beak agape at the sight of Josh's member. It was unlike anything he'd ever seen: his own paled in comparison, especially with regards to structure and size. Josh has a sizeable, thick humanoid member, with a loose foreskin and a pair of hefty balls between his legs. It was no wonder that Josh always seemed to be a hit with females, especially if he sported this kind of 'instrument'. Josh cupped a hand under his flaccid cock and angled it, wiggling the end in Ben's direction.

"Come on." He urged again, and Ben knew he had to act now, lest he face the bully's wrath. He reached forwards with his hands, curling them around the Dragon's member and pressing his fingertips into the flesh. His feathers brushed against the scale-like skin and he heard the Dragon groan in approval. Ben slowly pulled the skin back and watched the foreskin roll over the glans of the member with ease. A bead of pre-cum formed at the tip of the cock and Ben watched it ooze down in a long, gooey string, lightly kissing the fabric of the couch and settling there.

"Fuck, stop teasing me." Josh grumbled his annoyance, his head rolled back, letting Ben have at it. He even moved his hand out of the way to give the young Avian complete access to his member. Ben slowly dragged his hands down, squeezing at the base and dragging back up. His movements were clumsy, but methodical. He had no idea how to please the Dragon, but he was doing his best. He must be doing something right, however, as more and more pre-cum oozed from the end of that cock, following that gooey string down.

His hands worked slowly, and he thought he was doing well, but he soon felt a hand on the back of his head, pushing him down. He looked up to see that Josh wasn't even looking at him, but he could tell the Dragon was impatient. Ben was dreading having to do this sort of thing, but he closed his eyes and tried not to think about it as he opened his beaking, sticking out his tongue. The wet, slimy appendage slid across Josh's cock, curling around the head of his member and coating it in spittle. Josh groaned his approval and rolled his hips up a little bit, lightly grinding his cock into Ben's tongue as he forced the cub's head lower down.

Slowly, the Avian took the member into his mouth, careful to avoid the sharp edges of his back as he slid his mouth down. His beak was, thankfully, not particularly curvacious, and similar to that of a Robin, which made situations like these easier. The cock glided along his tongue, lightly grazing with the roof of his back every so often as it moved further and further towards the back of his mouth. He had to guess that Josh was at least 6 inches, perhaps even more, but he wasn't an expert on cock size and couldn't make a good enough estimate.

"Fuck, your mouth is warm..." Josh muttered, his hand curling against Ben's head, his fingers pressing down against his skull as he pushed Ben's beak further down. The pointed end of Ben's avian beak prodded against the other's pelvis as Ben smeared his tongue around the cock, tasting every inch. He scrunched up his eyes, recoiling a little as his nostrils picked up the potent scent of Josh's arousal and the distinct, faint scent of sweat that came with sitting in a warm room.

The two grunted and moved of their own accord, with Josh forcing the cub's head down, and the Avian trying desperately not to choke on the bully's cock. After the two struggled for some time, Josh let out an exasperated sigh and finally let the Avian go. Ben pulled back, panting harshly as he leant back on his heels.

"Get up. Take off that stupid costume." Josh demanded, and Ben tentatively obeyed, slowly getting to his feet. He anxiously held onto the cloth that clinged to his body, before he slowly began to unravel it, unwrapping it from around his body. It fell to the floor in small heaps, until his crotch area was finally, mostly exposed, with the rest of his costume just about falling apart with each movement. It was made up from different pieces of cloth, rather than one long strand. Now exposed, it was clear that Ben at least wore underwear underneath his costume, a pair of tight red briefs against his blue feathers.

"Good." Josh grunted, and he leant forwards, grabbing onto the waistline of the Avian's underwear before he could react. He yanked them down and froze at what he saw. His eyes flicked up to Ben's face, and back down to his crotch, and then back up again.

"...Are you a girl?" Josh asked, and Ben fumed silently.

"No!" He reached out and smacked the back of Josh's hand. Surprisingly, the bully yanked his hand back, but that underwear remained firmly down, and Ben looked nervous...and a little bit aroused.

"It's a cloaca. Avians have them, my Mum says." Ben awkwardly explained, and Josh wrinkled his snout.

"You at least have an ass, right?" He asked, and Ben shook his head. Josh stared again at the bird's nethers, were a small opening sat, hidden amongst his feathers.

"Alright, it'll have to do." Josh muttered, and he grabbed the Avian by the hips, dragging him in and forcing him down onto the couch. Ben stammered his protest as Josh manhandled him, pushing him onto his back onto the couch, forcing him to nestle and rest down against the suprisingly comfy seating.

Josh loomed over him, his intimidating cock pulsing, firmly erect, between the Avian's legs. Ben's limbs were forcibly spread, his hands pinned down by a single, large Dragon hand. Ben gulped nervously as Josh's free hand slid down the cub's body, getting lower and lower.

"Trust me, nerd, I'm the King of Fingering." Josh assured him, but Ben wasn't too convinced as the finger probed and prodded at the Avian's small cloaca, smearing his finger against the entrance. Ben wasn't quite sure how it would feel at first: he was merely on the cusp of pubescence, and not everything was completely up to speed yet. However, when those fingers started to press and prod into him, sinking into his insides, he felt a twinge of pain mixed with a sweet, sensual feeling that made his muscles quiver and his insides clench like a vice. Even Josh let out a hiss of discomfort from how tight the Avian was clenching down on his fingers.

"Damn, you're tight." He muttered quietly, and Ben looked down between his legs, anxiously watching as the fingers slid themselves deeper and deeper. Just how far would they go? What was even housed in there? The Avian's cloaca was as much a mystery to him as it was to Josh, who continued to experiment by stuffing his fingers deeper and deeper. He eventually found himself going up to the knuckle, surprisingly, and he wormed his fingers inside that entrance, making the young bird squirm and huff through his nostrils.

"...Alright, I think we're good." Josh raised his hand up and spat onto his palm, moving it back down to join with his cock. Ben heard the lewd, slick sounds of Josh lubing up his member, and his heart quickened. He was about to lose his virginity, but not in the way he expected. He didn't know if he really wanted to do it with a guy, but one quick glance to his right told him what this was all for, and his gaze briefly lingered on the pail sitting on the table. He took in a deep breath and breaced himself.

The head of the member smeared against the Avian's tight entrance, pushing against his cloaca as Josh attempted to find some sort of purchase against the cub's hole, before he grew frustrated and forced himself in without much ceremony. Ben winced and stifled a little cry of pain, and Ben snarled, curling a hand around the Avian's beak to keep him quiet. His member slid deeper, spreading Ben's cloaca to it's limit.

"It hurts." Ben complained, and Josh let out a grunt, leaning back a little as his member slid down, fully embedded at least half-way into the young bird's tight entrance.

"You want that candy or not?" He demanded, and Ben let out a whimper, tears welling up in his eyes. It stung a little, and it was a natural reaction. In amongst that was a strange feeling of pleasure that made his skin tingle beneath those feathers. Josh leant back forwards and thrust himself against the young cub, forcing his member in deeper. Ben let out a weak grunt, his hands clinging to the Dragon's shoulders as Josh used him for his own purposes.

Slowly, the bully slid himself out and back in again. This was to be Ben's first time, a strange experience, a mixture of pain and pleasure he'd never expected. The worst part that it was Josh: someone who had ruined his left for the past two years was taking his virginity, gyrating above him like a horny animal, staring down into the Avian's eyes. Ben found himself unable to pull away, his eyes widen, his breathing short and rapid as the cock pumped in and out of him, stretching his cloaca and smearing pre-cum inside his most intimate areas.

"Fuck.." Josh closed his eyes and groaned, picking up speed atop the Bird, gripping tightly onto his hips as his cock plunged deeper and deeper. Eventually, he was practically all the way in, slapping his pelvis off of the Avian's own with each powerful thrust. His grunts grew more carnal, his member sliding in and out with alarming ferocity, with a peculiar wet, squelching sound filling the air.

Then, just like that, he shuddered and groaned, panting harshly and gently kissing the Avian's forehead as a sudden warmth filled Ben's insides. He quickly realised that the Dragon had orgasmed inside him, leaving his insides caked in sticky, gooey seed. Josh settled there for a moment, panting tiredly atop the Avian, before he leant back. He looked down at Ben for a moment, who awkwardly smiled, not sure what else to do.

Suddenly, a hand shot to Ben's throat, and the Avian gasped, grasping at the hand as it powerfully squeezed down against his muscles. He struggled against Josh, who glared down at him with anger.

"You fuckin' tell anyone, and I'll kill you, you got that?" He demanded. Ben desperately nodded, and he was let go as quickly as he was grabbed. He coughed and breathed in a large gulp of air as Josh slid back. Ben could feel the cock sliding out of him, leaving him awkwardly empty, and he slowly began to sat up. His insides ached.

"Get dressed and get out. Take your candy with you." Josh demanded, making his way over to the window and opening it slightly as he lit a cigarette, taking in a long drag of it. Ben slowly got to his feet, pulling up his underwear and recoiling at the feeling of the cum seeping into his underwear and down his inner thighs. He quickly wrapped the bandages around himself, his knees wobbling as he tried to keep upright. He took one last glance at Josh, before grabbing his pumpkin pail and hobbling his way out of the door.

He didn't quite know what just happened. Well, he did, but he couldn't believe it. He hobbled his way down the street, his mind full of questions. What if his parents found out? He'd have to hide it, of course. What about his limp? He'd have to walk it off before he got home, or make up an excuse. Either way, he had to keep this secret. He couldn't let anyone know. That threat of violent was particularly daunting.

He shuddered at the thought. But at least he had his candy. Though...was it worth it?