A Trick Causes a Treat
The decorations were out, the sun was close to setting, and the bowl of candy to hand out was rich with all sorts of candy. This was the time of night most of the local children did their trick-or-treating, having their fun. While they walked along the streets, going door to door for their playful frights and sweets, others planned more horrific feats. One thirty-two year old man was more worried about his own treats, while he watched his door to find the boy that could do a few tricks. Halloween is normally a safe night for youngsters, but you may never know whom could be lurking that might not be the standard ghouls and ghosts. Parents let their guard down at times, allowing this particular marsupial to strike and try this year to find himself a young playmate. It would only take just the right one, and just the right circumstances..
"Trick-or-treat!", the kangaroo heard in a small male voice call from his doorway, causing his tan furred ears to perk at attention. Only one voice chimed, making him giddy at heart while he walked around the corner towards his door in an un-threatening button-down shirt and and pair of blue jeans. He looked kind, expecting such espressions to be decieving.
"Why hello there! Aren't you a cute one! So what are you supposed to be?", he asked as he approached his screen door, speaking in a chipper mannor as his bare, large footpaws walked against the cool tile. The light on his porch was intentionally unscrewed, leaving it dark to anyone else that could be near, but the light from his home was enough to luminesce his trick-or-treaters into his view.
".. A scientist", this small cub answered timidly after a brief pause, obviously being the shy type. Perfect prey. The roo scanned his eyes over the young boy while he opened his screen door, doing it quickly so it would not seem like he was awkwardly staring. Perhaps around six or seven years of age, and a grey patterned wolf, he wore a small white labcoat and black slacks. His parents even made fake metal glasses for an added cuteness effect.. a thought that made the man look up and peer around at the street and his driveway. Not a soul in sight, nor any other trick-or-treaters. This was just what the man was looking for, and he resisted a devilish smirk that desired to creep across his muzzle. Small wolf, no parents, no group, no witnesses.
"I think you look great. Come on in, my candy bowl is in my diningroom", he casually invited, taking a step back while holding his door so the boy could come into his house. The young wolf bit his lip, and stood there nervously. He figured the man was nice enough, so with his paws gripping at the plastic shopping bag he had gone out with, he slowly stepped by the much older kangaroo. Older boys had been making a ruckus in another part of the neighborhood, and he strayed off this way because he was scared. Being such a small wolf, he did not like being out all alone with so many things out there to harm him. A kind man's home seemed like a brief safe-haven. Once his boy was inside, the roo was somewhat quick to close his screen door, and then his front door, giving it a quick lock. Hearing the door close and latch, the wolf turned his ebony dress-shoes that went with his costume on the tile, suddenly looking fearful, or at least worried, slinking backwards a step while his tiny eyes gazed up at such a larger person. "Hey, don't be scared. I'm only borrowing you for a bit, you'll be fine as long as you do as I tell you", the older man replies to the uncertain look of fright from his little wolf, giving up the extra kind tone he had been using. With two claps of his paws, all of his front lights go dark. Something he setup to dissuade others from approaching his house in case his opportunity sprang.
"Please don't kill me! I want my mommy!", the wolf boy pleaded, starting to cry and shake while he hid his muzzle and eyes with his paws. Even his little tail and ears twitched with fright, wanting very much to be back at home with his parents, candy to be had or not. He thought he was big enough to go out this night on his own, but ever since he left he found himself surrounded by things he did not wish to see or be near. Learned too late that it is unwise to wander the streets alone, as the kangaroo took him firmly by his upper arm and started to pull him through the house. He stumbled to keep pace, sobbing and sniffling while looking down at the carpet below, trying to wipe his nose and eyes with the sleeve of his labcoat. Darkness was replaced by light as they both walked into a room at the back of the house; the man's bedroom. Uneasy and teary eyes looked about the room as the door was closed and he heard a familiar 'click' sound.. the room was not as tidy as he would like, and the man even had pornography pulled up on his computer across from the door. Cub pornography, with two males at that. It was all too clear what he was being held against his will for, even if he barely understood the picture on the screen of a man grasping at the young boy's cock.
"Let's make this quick, and you can be on your way. Stay still, you had better not put up a fight. Or else!", came a threat in a deep sort of voice, though it sounded nonchalant. Not cool and collected, but at least confident. Still wiping at his eyes, the teary little wolf cub stepped towards the man, absolutely trembling. As timid as he was, he had no desire to fight. Only to leave in one piece. Taking a seat on the corner of the bed, the roo reached around his young captive, and gripped the black slack's button with his large and warm paws. With a soft snap, the button popped free, pants being pulled to his ankles and being stopped by his shoes. All the young boy could so was watch as he was deprived of his clothing, getting an unwelcome draft up his legs, revealing his white cotton briefs to the roo. His underwear hugged at his hips and crotch, showing the details of his small bulge that warmly protruded from the front of the garment. Canine muzzle silent, he allowed himself to be lifted from his feet and deposited in the man's lap with his back against him. "Oh yeah..", the older man commented out of excitement, promptly spreading the young boy's legs by holding onto his left leg with his own left paw, diving his right paw for that soft looking boy-bulge.
"Let me go.. ", the little wolf whimpered, before sobbing and letting out a discontented child-like whine at the sudden feeling upon his 'private place', squirming his legs slightly, and futilely. The roo cupped his paw between the boy's legs giving it all a gentle squeeze before rubbing his fingers through the fabric at what was a furry, firm sac beneath the soft cotton. It felt so warm, even at his age, while petting his fingers up and down the bulge. He had to try not to drool, cock slipping from his sheath inside of his pants to prod at the rear that was squirming in his lap. Panting and getting deeply into what he was doing, he allowed his thumb to briskly brush up and down the length of the little boy's tiny sheath while his fingers stayed pressed slightly against his balls. Rolling the little orbs around, he also put nice little pressures and quick motions on the sheath through the underwear, feeling oh-so envigorated. The wolf only squirmed more, but now from natural reactions from his hips as his hormones forced them to hump slightly at the adult paw that was having it's way with his crotch. Needing more, with his heart racing, the roo lifts up the child slightly to slip himself from and seat the wolf on the very edge instead.
"You're such a hot little boy all dressed like that, but these need to come off", he told his young prisoner, getting down onto his knees while his paws grasped at the elastic on the sides of the wolf's briefs, sliding his thumbs in against the boy's hips. Watching with a quivering lip, the grey wolf took the moment to fix the fake glasses his dad made for him on his muzzle, while he watched his white underwear slide down his smooth legfur to below his knees, staying on his calves as the man placed his strong paws on both his inner thighs and spread apart his legs as much as he could. Rubbing the palms of his padded roo paws against such small and supple thighs and their silky fur was enough to drive the man wild, but the sight right in the middle was even more tantalizing. The cub's sheath stood swollen from his previous attentions, whether the boy wanted to be or not, with a hint of red cock peeking from the tiny opening atop his sheath. A perfect light grey color, and so soft and thin, the skin beneath could be seen and it looked so wonderful up close and not through a computer screen. Muzzle dipping in close between the boy's legs, he presses his nose firmly at the base of the boy's sheath, taking a deep breath as his nose rubbed at the top of his sac. The wolf flattened his ears and took a chill up his spine, legs shaking violently at he stared wide eyed at his own naked lowerhalf, at the man sniffing at his privates. The scent of young canine male battered the kangaroo's nostrils, feeling the bliss of such a sweet smell eminating from such young parts. Perfect little cock, firm little sac. Ever so warm.
"Stop it!", the roo is demanded with a very sharp whine, as the wolf did not like having his crotch so firmly nuzzled by another male's nose. The roo had gone to town and really gotten lost in what he was doing, having pressed his nose firmly all over the wolf's thin furred boy-parts. Sheath opening, under the sac, pressed into his balls, everywhere. He let out a deep sigh of pleasure and shook his head, keading the inner thighs he was pressing on in his paws, again petting the boy's fur with his thumbs to calm him.
"No, you don't want that. We haven't had fun yet", is the only reply the wolf recieves, while he sees the roo's gaze keep focused down between his legs. A small amount more of his cock slipped from it's sheath, leaving the head of it standing up into the open air. Seeing the older muzzle go right for it made the cub tense up and flinch, till a brand new sort of feeling filled his crotch. After a few laps with his tongue for taste, the roo slips the head of the wolf's cock into his mouth, encasing it in the warm confines, with it's cool feeling saliva. Furry lips moving against the wolf's sheath, he sucked and massaged the small organ with his tongue however he could, savoring the flavor of such a virgin shaft as it continued to extend more and more into his mouth. The wolf struggled slightly from the sharp pleasures, not liking them just yet, and finding himself to be well pinned by the roo's strong paws. His heart would not stop beating, watching this large muzzle around his growing rod, and all the odd little slurps he was making. He would whine and 'mmrrpphh!' every few moments, fidgeting his hips naturally while his crotch seemed to tense and convulse on the inside; feelings that were frightening and unfamiliar, even if they were not such bad feelings really. The roo knew how to tend to cock, size was no matter, adult or child. Adolecent cock pumping and throbbing, all against the insides of his muzzle and his tongue, drove him to suckle and move his tongue and mouth even faster for the boy. The wolf's max size was barely two inches, the roo could see as he pulled himself suddenly from the twitching little red cock, pumping a few times into the air till it ceased, all covered in shiny saliva. Wrapping his paw around the sheath and cock both, he gives a few strokes with his paw to both please the tender area, and dry it off a bit with his fur. "Bend over the side of my bed here", the wolf recieved as an order, while the man pointed to the side of the bed beside him, still holding onto his little cock. The wolf just slipped away and crawled across the bed till he could turn and drape his legs over the side to get into a bent-over position, laying with his young shaft against the cool sheets and out of that paw's reach, thinking that was a good thing. He did not know what the roo had in store now.
"Why do I got'ta be like this?", the still teary little wolf cub asked, leaving his tail down to cover at least some of his backside. Not recieving a quick answer, he looked over his shoulder, hearing the larger man behind himself.
"Cause I need to 'finish up' here. You'll see - and feel", the roo answered plainly after a few moments of panting and, apparently, dropping his own pants and boxer-briefs. The wolf saw a tube of some goop, and the man was coating his own 'private place' with the stuff; looked gross! As if looking at a grown-up's cock was not gross enough, seeing lube for the first time seemed even more unappealing to the small boy, who was suddenly getting more frightened. He could not figure what was next. The roo walked slowly up behind the wolf when he was done getting good and slick for such a tight, virgin tailhole, grasping the wolf's tail to lift it. The tail struggled only for a moment, till it was pinned firmly against the wolf's back, with himself also rather stuck where he was now. The wolf tried to move, whining and squirming much, but it was no use. Looking down at the tailhole just under that furry little tailbase, pink and tight looking, the roo aligned his cocktip with it quite easily. His bed raised the boy up to just the right height for him. Concidering his lack of concearn for how the boy felt, his right paw stayed on his back and his left slid onto the cub's hip, moving foreward till his cock made hot contact with the child's ring of muscle. The wolf jumped where he lay, trying to pull foreward desperately at such a feeling of something slimy pressing more and more underneath his tail where it did not belong. Surely something like that was too big!
"No! No!", the child's voice cried out, kicking his shoes against the bed, though his pants and briefs held his legs still for the roo, while his strong paws kept the boy in place. Pressing harder, the wolf's penis rubs across the sheets into the bed, with him screaming and howling to let him go. As large as the kangaroo's warm cock was, his lubricated head started slowly spreading the tight little pucker of his captive thanks to the help of his strong, huge roo-hips. It hurt the wolf so badly at first, with such powerful legs pressing this meaty, six inch shaft up into his resisting and tightening pucker. Suddenly bursting out into tears and crying desperately, the wolf tried to struggle any part of his body that he could as his tailhole stretched and burned from the sudden invasion by something so hot. Rough start, but as soon as the roo cleared the flair of his cockhead from the clenching tailhole, the wolf took a hard gasp and tried to get some air in his lungs as the pain eased off slightly. All he had to deal with now was a shaft all the same length, and he had to worry about it quick, as pent up and horny as the growingly musky kangaroo was getting. With strong and fast motions from his big hips and legs, the roo forced his shaft in and out, even getting in deep till his hips ran into the boy, and his balls smacked the bottom of his rear behind his little sac. The muscles of the wolf's rear stayed clenched tight around the other male, which hurt a lot, but he could not help the instinct to squeeze at the cock in his bowels. Hot ring of muscle and flesh tightly gripping at the slick shaft skin, masturbating it with all of it's strokes in and out, as well as giving it the pleasures of his young insides. As virgin as he was, his tailhole swelled and got sore quickly, and the cock in his rear battered at his insides, and made his stomach ache and his lowerhalf feel funny. That cock of his would just not sheathe itself while it was being pounded and rubbed against the bed, prostate getting the biggest massage it's ever gotten, as well as the most rough treatment.
"Just another minute wolfy!", the roo growled through his teeth, getting close to letting loose the cum his balls were aching to get out by now. He wanted to ever since he lured the boy inside, even before he got to play with him. Couldn't hold it anymore, and his hips showed it, getting jerky in it's movements as his crotch tensed up and the hot little boy backside that was making quick work of his cock. His paws press and grip even harder, leaning in with even louder slurps and slaps into that tiny ring of wolf-tailhole, looking down at his shaft pumping hard in and out of the young rear. With a few heavy breaths and shakes in his legs, he makes only light moves in and out while he orgasmed, whimpering and moaning, and huffing out air through his nose. His cock spazemed and throbbed hard, pushing all of the cum he had pent up deep into the boy's bowels and around his own shaft. The wolf continued to cry even as the humping stopped, with his butt really hurting, and feeling the odd pumps with his sensitive tailhole flesh, even if he had no clue there was roo-cum filled inside of him; all warm and sticking to his insides. The roo held his spot for a second, panting hard and trying to catch his breath, till he pulled his shaft from the young wolf with a squish sound as his head pulled free and fell from his rear, dripping a few globules of thick white cum onto his pants with a fabricy 'thup' sound. Some of the more watery cum leaked from the boy's abused tailhole, leaking down between his child-like buttcheeks from that wonderful little hole under the base of his tail. Without time to adjust himself or prepare for anything more, the wolf felt two large paws take him by the sides, pulling him slightly by his labcoat till his shoes reached the ground. The cub no longer begged or tried to speak, too busy crying and sulking like he would after he had been spanked, but his rear-end hurt a lot more differently then a spanking. Holding onto his own muzzle, the boy took a tremble and whimper as he felt something slurp up his tender boy backside, and press firmly against his tailhole as it went by. The roo had gotten on his knees behind him, and decided to clean up the evidence that was leaking from the boy's hole. He even gave the boy another surprise, as the feeling of a paw around his cock reappeared, causing the cub to look down and place his own paws on it, even if he could not stop it. There was only a thumb and index finger around his small cock, but they gripped it well and began pawing at it, stroking back and forth with decent speed for a cub his age.
"I'll never forget this.. Oh man.. ", the wolf heard moaned under and behind himself, whimpering sharply at all the feelings. Cock jumping in the man's paw, and that tongue continued to return to his tailhole, parting it only slightly as it licked by. After a moment it didn't leave at all, while the roo's tongue lapped and licked all around his pinkened pucker. The boy couldn't take any more of the older male's musk, gagging while he was rimmed and pawed off against his will. Scent of male was everywhere, and who was to say some of it was not his own. Tears rolling down his soft cheekfur, the wolf humped his hips foreward, holding onto the bed to keep himself upright. Felt like he had trouble standing with all the licks under his tail, and the feeling of fur stroking all around his tiny shaft. Took several minutes, but the roo had the boy whining and trembling from more then the fear and butt-ache, as a feeling whelled up in the boy's crotch. Not knowing sex at all, the wolf's very first orgasm hit him without his will, and with nothing he would know to be a warning. His ears went flat and he clenched his teeth, still sobbing lightly even as he came, with his small cock jumping and pumping in the older man's paw, catching the few drops of watery adolecent cum. With a tired and happy grin on his face, the roo returned his paw to himself, licking it clean while his body's sweat beneath his fur cooled him off.
The roo soon escorted the small wolf out of his room, with the boy still wiping at his eyes. He felt fortunate his clothes were back around his hips and waist, and his parts were all cleaned off. After a long, threatening speech about what would happen if the wolf ever told anyone about this, the roo bribed him off with almost his entire bowl of candy. Ashamed and scared, the wolf would indeed tell no one. Both roo and wolf would be a statistic, of predators whom are not known to be predators, and victims that do not come foreward. Too scared to trick-or-treat anymore, he was going to go back home to mommy and daddy, and take what he had already recieved. There would be no more of this going out alone stuff, and he'll bite anyone that tries to place a thermometer up his tailhole now. The roo just grinned slyly and appreciatively, fixing the boy's fake glasses on his grey muzzle before releasing his play-toy. Letting the boy out his front door, he gave a wave with his still cub-musky paw, calling out, 'Happy Halloween!'.