Date: Tue, 26 Oct 2004 21:19:26 -0700 (PDT)
From: Master Terra D <masterterradil@yahoo.com>
Subject: Trick or Treating the Quarterback - 3

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