Trick and Treating the Quarterback

By Master Terra D

Published on Oct 27, 2004

Gay

If you've come this far and don't realize this is erotic, gay fiction, then a disclaimer is wasted on you; nonetheless, if yer underage or don't like this stuff, go away. Copyright 2004.

Paul pulled into the next drive, and knocked on the door.

He didn't recognize the name at all. Stan Cavale. "Who was that?" Paul thought.

"Trick or treat!" Stan exclaimed when he opened the door.

"Hi, I'm Paul..."

"Yeah, I know who you are, son," Stan said. "Come in."

"I can't, sir. I have 2 more houses to go."

"Coach said you have time. Come in," Stan said, suddenly gruff, sounding a little put off by Paul's comment. "You want the donation, son?"

Paul walked inside.

A man was lying naked on the floor, with a huge double-headed dildo sticking out of his ass.

"The boy finally here?" the naked man asked, without looking up.

"Yeah," Stan said. "Primed and ready."

Paul, the quarterback, finally realized what was going on. His route was made up of housewives wanting to look at some skin, and men wanting to play with him.

The star quarterback was dressed as Tarzan, wearing nothing more than a loincloth his coach provided, and a cock cage his coach had him wear to keep his cock in check.

Paul was 6'3" tall, a trim but muscled build, black hair, blue eyes, with handsome boy-next-door looks. He shaved his body except for his arm pits and a triangle of pubic hair.

Every year the football team dressed up and went out Trick-or-Treating to raise funds for the football program and other athletic events.

Paul looked at the 2 men. Even though they were both shorter than Paul, he felt small compared to them.

Stan was 5' 10", muscled, smooth, and had answered the door in a jock strap. Paul didn't think Stan was big and burly, but he was muscled, and Paul didn't see any hair, head to toe.

The man on the floor was buck naked had light-brown hair and a toned body, about 6' tall. What made Paul feel small was the man's cock, more than 11" long.

"This is Royal, Paul," Stan said, leading Paul over to Royal. Stan slid his hand down Paul's ass crack and felt around. Stan felt something moist.

"Royal, we won't need to lube him up. Someone left some lube up there," Stan said, staring right in Paul's eyes. "Care to explain, boy?"

"I'm sorry. I didn't even realize..." Paul started.

"You like dick up yer ass, quarterback, boy?" Stan asked, petting Paul's pucker. "Bend over."

Paul bent over and came face to cock with Royal's huge 11" prick.

"I've only had a couple tonight, sir," Paul said. His mind reeled. He just called this stranger "sir". He'd been fucked twice tonight, and sucked cock. None of this he'd even considered until this night started.

"Go ahead and suck my penis, boy," Royal said, putting his right hand behind Paul's head and drawing him down on to his cock.

Paul inhaled before he took the cock in his mouth. Royal's scent was pure man. Paul smelled cock, ass, sweat, man. Paul started sucking Royal's cock, lapping at the cock head, drinking in Royal's precum.

"Damn, Stan, this beginner's one hell of a cock sucker," Royal said, using his right hand to help Paul go down farther on the 11" monster, and his left hand to play with the double-headed dildo sticking from his hairy ass.

Stan looked at the quarterback sucking Royal's cock. He shoved a finger up the quarterback's twice fucked shitter, and started prodding for the prostate.

Paul purred and backed up on Stan's muscled finger without taking his mouth off Royal's dick.

"Too bad the coach locked up his dick `til later," Stan said, watching Paul fuck himself on Stan's finger and precum drooling from the football player's cock.

Stan slipped in a second finger in Paul's hole and reached around and pulled Paul's nuts as far from the boy as possible.

"Lie on yer back, with yer ass next Royal's, boy," Stan said.

"Yes, sir," Paul reacted, standing up. He saw another larger mirror and was shocked to see himself with precum clinging to his face and a man with 2 fingers up his quarterback ass. His cock hurt, straining against the cage.

Stan stopped him from lying down.

"You a cock sucker, son?"

"Yes, sir."

"You like dicks?"

"Yes, sir."

"Like getting fucked up the ass by men?"

"Yes, sir."

Paul was turning bright red.

Stan helped Paul lay down, keeping the muscled fingers up the quarterback ass until Paul was down and the dildo pressed against his ass.

"You like men using you for their pleasure while your cock has no release, boy?

"You like being a faggot for real men, boy?

"You like being a pussy?"

Stan took his fingers from Paul's shitter and wiped them on Paul's forehead.

When Paul said, "Yes, sir" and started a soft sob, Stan shoved his fingers in Paul's mouth and Royal guided the other end of the dildo sticking from his ass into Paul's butt.

Paul started suckling on the fingers like a baby on a pacifier, tasting the cum of 2 men and his own ass. He licked each finger, cleaning them from his ass and the cum that was up there. He felt the dildo press into his ass, then it was gently starting to pulse in and out of his hole.

Stan's fingers were replaced by Stand's dick. Stan's dick was about 7 inches, lifesaver round, oozing precum. Paul sucked it and sucked it, savoring its texture.

More dildo slid up Paul's ass and he felt a hand stroking his cock through the cock cage.

Paul was in ecstasy and agony as Royal and Stan worked his body, his mouth, his ass, his mind.

Stan's hands started tweaking Paul's nipples as the muscled man pulled his oozing rod from Paul's mouth and squatted his muscled ass on the boy's face.

"Eat my butt, boy," Stan commanded.

Paul started lapping at the hairless muscled pucker and Stan increased the nipple play.

The dildo went farther up Paul's ass and Paul realized he didn't feel Royal's hairy ass any more.

Stan moved forward, said, "Follow" and Paul did until he was on all fours, eating Stan's ass and having his nipple pinched.

"He's got 20 inches up there," he heard Royal say. "Fuck."

Stan rolled on his back, placed his dick right below Paul's mouth and shoved 2 fingers in the quarterback's face hole.

"You like being our fag dog?"

Paul couldn't speak, so he nodded his head up and down.

"Good dog," Stan chuckled.

Paul felt the dildo being pulled completely from his ass as Royal pressed his hairy chest into Paul's smooth back and Royal's hands attacked Paul's nipples, causing the boy to buck back onto Royal's 11-inch fuck tool, taking it deep in one shove.

Stan stared at the hot site: a smooth, toned quarterback, on his knees with a hairy dick up his ass and his nips being worked.

Paul saw it, too, as he saw himself in the mirror. Royal pumped his dick in the quarterback pussy.

"Bark," Stan said.

"What?" Paul couldn't believe the command. He may have become a sex toy for men, but barking?

"I said, bark, boy," Stan said, grabbing the boy's nuts and squeezing.

"Woof, woof," Paul whined.

"Bark like a man, boy," Stan commanded, tugging harder.

"WOOF!" Paul reached deep and came up with a low growl.

"Good doggie," Stan said.

Royal plunged deep and let loose his sperm up Paul's shitter, so much that some gushed out Paul's hole.

Royal rested on his kneeds, leaning back on his ankles.

Paul felt no ground. He was impaled on Royal's dick, held up by the hairy man's arms and cock, which hadn't deflated a bit after cumming.

Stan scooped up some of Royal's seed and fed it to Paul.

Royal finally let Paul down on all fours.

"Grab my nuts, and pull them," Stan ordered as he started masterbating near Paul's face.

Stan was impressed. Paul was easily as handsome as any model. He made a really handsome cocksucker, easily the nicest looking football fag the coach had found for them in 8 years.

Paul nuzzled his lips under Stan's nut and started licking the muscled man ass against as he pulled his nuts and felt the hand movement.

"Face up here, dog," Stan said.

Paul obeyed and received cum. On his forehead, on his tongue, his nose, in his mouth, in his hair.

Stan shoved his rod back in Paul's mouth and let the boy clean it.

As Paul was cleaning Stan's cock, he heard Royal say, "Hold him there and I'll make the costume change."

Paul panicked. What the hell did that mean?

The little loin cloth was removed and Paul heard a clink, then felt the cock cage be removed.

His shoes were removed and Paul was completely naked.

Stan held Paul's head on the muscled cock while Royal worked.

Paul felt something covering his feet and then his hands. Something was shoved up his ass, and something was put over his hips and waist area. Something was slipped around his neck. He figured it must be a collar of some sort. Something was put over his ears and finally Stan let him off his cock.

Paul remained on all fours and looked in the mirror.

He started to cry.

Stan and Royal let him, until he stopped.

"Bark," Stan said.

Paul did.

The mirror reflected him, showing him transformed. The new costume was a dog.

Leather "paws" covered his feet and hands, a collar was around his neck, and "dog ears" were over his ears.

Most embarrassing was the "loincloth". It looked just like a male dog's area, complete with an area for his dick to stick out, which it was.

Paul moved around and saw what was stuck in his ass. It was a tail.

"I think you have one more stop before the last one, dog," Stan said.

"I can't go like this!" Paul exclaimed.

"Sure you can, dog," Stan said.

"Stop calling me `dog'," Paul said, starting to stand.

Royal shoved the boy back on all fours.

"Listen, dog. You're our pet now. You'll do as we say. You can't be totally stupid. Where do you think we got the key for your cock cage?

"How many men tonight have said, `See you later'?" Stan asked.

"You have 2 more stops. Look at the names and use yer brain," Royal said, and kissed Paul, groping the boy's cock area.

Royal pulled the boy to his feet and took him to the door.

"See you soon, doggie," Royal said, shoving him outside and closing the door.

Paul walked to the truck and started sobbing. Then he realized neither man had given him a donation. He opened the door to the truck and realized he was a total whore. There in the seat was the pair's donation.

Paul was totally confused.

He looked at the last 2 houses to visit: Mrs. Cunningham and Dr. Pierceson, 2 of the school's richest citizens, and worse, each gave huge costume balls for Halloween.

Their donations each year made up a vast majority of the football program's funding.

Paul sat down on his tail, which caused his dick so straighten.

He started the engine and willed his dick down as he headed to Mrs. Cunningham's house.

To be continued, obviously.

I was hoping to polish this off by Halloween. We'll have to see.

I appreciate the feedback and responses so far. Feel free to contact me. Prepare to answer questions.

Master Terra D -- masterterradil@yahoo.com

Next: Chapter 4


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