The Great Pumpin’s Trick or Treats

[Texzilla]

[COLOR=#000000](With appologies to Charles Schultz and Bill Gaines I present another early halloween story. Starting point is the same place on the same night as 'Lost Soul', but there's no other real connection. Just seemed like a cool idea. I'll try not to turn the Bucktown Gym into a series of gay muslce Goosebumps stories)[/COLOR]


[COLOR=#000000]The Great Pumpin’s Trick or Treats[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]The Legend of the Great Pumpin’: On Halloween eve the Great Pumpin’ picks the most sincere gym in the city. He rises from the iron and leaves a present for the good boys he finds. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]Part 1: What’s Halloween Without Candy and Costumes?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]“Looks like you gentlemen are the last.” Ian Chan said checking the Men’s locker room of the Bucktown gym for the 20th time in the last 5 minutes. “If you can check out with Jay at the front counter on you way out, we can lock up.”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]“Can you be any more subtle that you want us out Ian?” Willie Pratt said pulling his shoes out of the locker to slip them on.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]“Not unless I go home and fetch my baseball bat back here.” The muscular Asian said picking up the last discarded towels off the floor.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]“You wearing some new cologne Ian? Smells like…..what is that…..candles or pumpkin?” Creighton Cagney asked handing Ian his wet towel.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]“Yea right, you’ve got Halloween on the brain. The only thing I smell in here in man stank. I’ll be back from the laundry in 5 minutes to check on your LEAVING!”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]The room echoed slightly with the laughter of the three men getting dressed. “He must be hoping for another try at that new manager, Jay.” Chris Carandini said pulling his shirt on over his head.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]“Aww man, he’s in for a disappointment.” Creighton said zipping up his pants. “That guy is all business and no pleasure. Not even sure Jay’s gay.”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]“You mean you tried and he shot you down too?”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]“How busy can one guy be?!? Hey what’s this?” Reaching into his locker Creighton pulled out a small orange and black wrapped package. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]“Ooooo, secret admirer. Maybe that Jay guy did get the message. HEY I got one too.” Chris said pulling a similar package out of his locker. “I feel like a high school girl just before the prom.”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]Willie wasn’t even going to check but, just incase. And sure enough he also had a little gift on the top shelf of his locker. Was pretty sure it wasn’t there before. “Wait I got one too. Must be something they left for the people who came in today.”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]Creighton and Chris both had little disappointed thoughts go through their head upon hearing that Willie got a gift too. There was a slight possibility in this minds that they BOTH could have had secret admirer at the gym. Willie rules that out. The only secret admirer that Willie would have was his left hand being jealous of how many times he only used his right hand to masturbate with. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]Inside the little gifts they each found a teat. Creighton had a small cooking, brown and basic, shaped like a pumpkin. At first he thought is was gingerbread or maybe one of those ginger snap kinds, but it smelled different. Why did he keep thinking of a hamburger when he smelled it? Chris also had a cookie, but much more elaborate. Looking like a stained glass pumpkin, the slices were done in orange sugar melted till it was clear, with the cookie part holding it together. The stem was different in that instead of it just ending like the usual cut vine, it flared up into a bat shape. Willie’s was the most amazing. At first he thought it was a spun glass pumpkin, bright and shinny even in the locker room lights. Willie suddenly remembered the sugar skulls he’d seen at some of the local Hispanic grocery stores near this time of the year, for the Day of the Dead celebrations. A quick like told him it was sugar. And a hard bite down on the pumpkin confectionary told him it tasted great. The other two decided to go ahead and eat their presents also. Hell, the sweets looked like they would have more calories than they all just worked off combined but, a gift’s a gift.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]As the changes started, none of the men seemed to notice. Not their changes or the changes that came over the others. As a matter of fact, they didn’t even seem to notice there was anyone in the locker room with them anymore.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]Chris changed first, he would need more time to get ready in the mirror afterwards. He grew 5 inches to just below 6’6”. While he filled out more than he would ever hope to in the gym, there was still a graceful quality to his build. The legs were impossibly lean yet still muscular. The chest widened to three times the width of the waist. His ass shrunk in some and bubbled to a perfect half circle. His arms grew down longer than would seem normal but part of the illusion was caused by his longer thinner hands. His face became more angular but also began hidden in a mass of hair that flowed out of his head, ending at the small of his back. The dark brown tones remained but soon were covered in pitch black. Except at the roots. Giving the desired impression that it had been dyed black. The clothes he had been wearing had disappeared so Chris had to reach into the locker for the now ones supplied. The white dress shirt he put on was tight, the ruffles at the buttons slightly wilted. But as his skin turned a paler white its dramatic quotient shot through the roof. Almost appearing to be as much his skin as it was the shirt. Didn’t hurt that his nipples turned several shades darker as to show through the fabric so vividly as if it was no longer there. What Chris put on as pants could not actually be called ‘pants’. More like thick Lycra leggings. Pulled up his legs and over his pert ass, the black leggings clung tight to his body. Not a wrinkle appeared as he moved back and forth. Adjusting what was a still growing cock, Chris reached between and beneath his crotch and pulled forward the faux cop piece. Making sure it was all settled the V shaped confinement up and snapped it place on his groin. This was the only time the ultra sheer, tight stretch fabric gave, as the weight of his dick pulled down on the straining pouch. Strangely while hypermasculine in the super tight clothes strangling each and every muscle of his body the addition of black ballet slippers for shoes did nothing to lessen the overall impact. Almost invisible woven up the legs above the calves since, had they been tied off below gravity would have pulled the straps down. Going to the mirror Chris took out the pallor face powder and added just enough so that when he went in with the coal eyeliner and mascara his deep black pupils pierced from deep within the shadows of his face all the more. A red lipstick that was so dark it could be mistaken for black was added next. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]Taking a step back Chris checked himself out in the mirror. The other two in the room were too engaged in their own transformations still to notice. He saw the biggest, most muscular Goth vampire want to been kid that town had even known. Sensual leaning towards evil. Graceful and fluid without the slightest hint of femininity. He was wearing lipstick, eyeliner and pants so tight it was obscene, yet gang members would have run away in fear catching sight of the boy. Chris closed his locker with a hand that suddenly had black fingernail polish at the end of each finger and left. Again, had the other men been able to notice, they would have seen the giant tribal bat tattoo that was inked on Chris’s back appear through the white dress shirt he wore as a second skin.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]Creighton in the meantime has shrunk a little, no more than down to 5’8 but this was much shorter than we was before. It appeared to be shorter due to the solid muscle build that sprouted up. His whole body squared off into fireplug bodybuilder frame. Pecs that were almost a broad as the were deep. 6 perfectly square ab muscles sat on a far too flat belly. The dick got long and thin, adding to the length was a long heavy foreskin, a shade or two darker than the rest of his cock. Creighton’s hair also was longer, not a long as Chris’s but hung to his shoulders. Its thick dark blonde shade spread down his ever increasing body hair. Not covered like some of the primordial throwback he’d seen walk around the gym, but a good matt of hair on the chest, going down to a thick trail that lead to the long cock. His back was relatively free but his ass got a covering that was not to be missed. It then spread to his face. Quickly a full and thick beard, slightly darker blonde than the rest of him went from ear to ear. No goat for this boy. His skin darkened to a healthy tan, showing the thinnest of tan lines from a g-sting. It was still covered by the black jockstrap Creighton pulled out of the locker. It was well worn, ripped in just the right places and even still smelled of old piss some. Next was the leather pants. Not skin tight like some of the guys wore, they obviously were made for use, not for posing. Thick black leather boots were zipped and buckled up his legs. And the only thing from his waist up was the collar he snapped on last.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]Creighton was the alpha male personified. Solid no shit guy who ruled where ever he went. Person grooming just enough to keep himself from going feral. Tonight he would show everyone who was in charge. His boot clicked on the tile floor as he left the locker room for a night of controlling decadence.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]Willie was the last to complete his transformation, but he had the most to transform. The small quiet almost stereotypical librarian was now just short of 6’5’’, and over 350 pounds of muscle. Giant pecs, giant lats, giant everything. His face squared off so much that what with the huge growth of his neck muscles, he looked like the classic marine gone horribly right. Biceps were almost as big as his pecs. Veins began to cross his body, some thin but most pencil thick and pumping away. Pumping so much that his already huge cock was beginning to get stiff. It wasn’t noticeable when soft, it that was a word that could be used for it, but the dick took a strange bend to the right as it grew. Like it had been broken at one point and healed funny. But no one would be able to break a cock would they? Willie’s hands grew to size and thickness that almost made them hard to use. Calloused hands that once flipped through books day in and day out now had trouble buttoning the top snap on the knee length shorts he was pulling up his tree trunk legs. Try to pull them up considering how muscle bound he was he couldn’t bend over to well any longer. But once he was able to get his oxblood Doc Martins on and tied up, it was worth the effort. A sleeveless thickly meshed shirt somehow covered his chest. It made the size even more obscene. Willie’s hair shank in, leaving his face, and eye brows perfectly clean. All that was left was a perfect brush high and tight flat top, pitch black. Then the scars came in. As much as the veins had crossed his body, the scars did all the more. The larger one even had left over stitch marks around them. A thick one around his left arm almost made it look like a transplant had taken place, but where would anyone have found such a massive arm to replace one that had been lost. His right nipple was almost missing. Evidence that a nipple ring had once been in place there but ripped off remained. Then the largest scar formed. So large that despite the amount of change that had taken place this far, and had done so without notice, Willie found himself holding his throat for a second. When he removed his hand a massive healed over scar was taking up most of his neck. So long as to leave gouges in the neck and shoulder muscles that must have been in line with what ever had caused it. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]Willie was in the mood to smash some heads tonight. And with a flip of the locker door that almost took it off its hinges, he left to go find some. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]Part 2: Chris’s Night:[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]To say the rest of the participants in the night’s festivities were lame would be an understatement. Chris really couldn’t understand why tonight, Halloween, there was a better supply of meat down in the party. How many Buffy fans were there in the city? Didn’t they GET IT? This was more than fucking role playing. This was a way of being. Adding red food coloring to cheap ass champagne wasn’t quite it either. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]Chris had left the party and made his way up the dark service stairway to the roof. The old ware house had been remade for the evening but fixing the ventilation system was not one of the things on the list. That and the absinthe he had made the place far too confining. The roof was better. Cold out sure, it was October but with only the stars lighting the place. The building was slightly higher than the surrounding buildings, cutting off some of the lights that might have seeped through from the streetlamps. Walking near the edge Chris found the noise he kept hearing was the elevated train that ran between this warehouse and the one across the way. Had to be ancient. No way they city would be allowed to place something this close to a building today. When the train cars flew through the alley a strong wind lifted all the air out and over the side. Moving from his spot of just leaning over the edge, Chris too a step and stood directly on the edge of the roof. His toes hanging off the side. When the next train when through the gust of wind that was created blew his shirt out of his pants. Lifting it up along with his hair, acting like the wings he wished he had.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]“Really makes you feel alive….so to speak.” He heard a voice over to the side say. Looking over to his right he saw another vampire Goth kid like himself, except, maybe more so. His hair was also long but pure white. Not light blonde or silver grey, but white. With his shirt missing his skin shown a pale white that Chris wasn’t even sure that only pallor make up could archive. The linen pants he wore, and it seemed to be the only thing he wore, were just as white as his skin. Except for the dark makeup around his eyes and the far too red lips, really the only color of the young man was from the dirt on the bottom of his bare feet.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]“Didn’t hear anyone else come up here.” Chris said, stepping down from the edge.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]“Who says I came up? Maybe I flew down.” The stranger said walking the edge of the roof over to Chris. He walked with such ease you’d think he was strolling in the middle of a football field. Not millimeters from a 7 story fall.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]“Good point. It’s the night for it.”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]“Isn’t it.” he said stepping down.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]“Enjoying the party?” [/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]“Haven’t been down there yet.” The Stranger said coming close to Chris, sticking his deep red tongue out and licking Chris’s nipple. “Very sweet. Very ripe.”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]Chris was taller so he had to bend down a little to kiss his new partner, but it was met enthusiastically. With cold lips and a hot tongue the Stranger’s passion was one that Chris had never met before. Not even in his ‘real’ life. While is tongue played in the other man’s mouth he scratched it on a tooth, a strangely sharp one. Chris pulled back to be met with a broad smile and two longer fangs hanging from his partner’s mouth.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]“Very nice. Where’d you get those?”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]“Earned them the hard way. Do you want it the hard way?”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]Still kissing the two men walked back to a raised platform that housed the exhaust openings for the unused ventilation system. The Stranger pushed Chris back till his back was on the platform and his legs still hung off the end. With a wild look in his eyes the Stranger grabbed the edge of Chris’s leggings at the waist and shucked them and his ballet shoes off in one yank. Without hesitation his mouth was on Chris’s growing cock. From his vantage point all Chris could see was a waterfall of white hair engulf his cock. But he could feel this guy’s mouth work. What they had done in the lip lock was nothing as compared to what this guy could do giving head. After getting Chris nice and hard the Stranger stood back up and dropped his pants to the roof floor. His pubic hair was also snow white, but the thick hard dick was red with blood. With hands stronger than they looked he grabbed Chris by the underside of the knees and pulled his legs apart. Chris was slip forward slightly as the Stranger hesitated for just a second then drove his dick into Chris’s hole. The roof was cold and the platform he was rest on was freezing but this kid’s cock was burning hot. Like a wild animal he started bucking away as Chris’s ass. Shadows fell on his face as he leaned forward for better angles to fuck Chris. The lips parted and those long white teeth shone through again. Chris’s mind went reeling to the point that he got when being fucked to within an inch of his life. Sensory overload was flooding his mind with nothing but primal lust. A partially fast train flew by the building sending the stranger’s hair flying in a wild mane around his head. Chris’s dick continued to grow, never coming this close to blowing a load without anyone actually touching it. Never did the Stranger seem to lose momentum, lose breath, begin to tire, show signs of stopping. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]Till his cell phone rang.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]“Hold that thought.” He said reaching behind him to pull the phone out of the back of his pants. “Better be you girl!! Where are you!!?” His pumping of Chris’s ass became slower and slower till he just stood there, talking on the phone, with his dick still inserted. “WHAT!! Bitch if you’re lying… save me a spot!!” The phone was flipped closed and his dick was quickly withdrawn. “Lindsey AND Mariah just showed at Menesso, TOGETHER. Want to come?”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]“Uhhhh, no?”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]“Too bad, it’s been fun. Here.” He reached into his mouth and pulled out the expensive set of fanged denture overlays. “Can’t show up wearing those and you did sort of earn them. Don’t know if they’ll fit but….wash them out first. Later.”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]He tripped some pulling his pants back up while running to the roof entrance. Chris had time to notice the guy’s ass was as white as the rest of him before the door closed. He lay back down on the cold roof platform, staring up at the stars while his asshole tried to return to its original shape. Drifting off to sleep in just a few minutes. Shortly after that, a passing train created so much wind on the roof that it picked up Chris’s pants and blew them away into the ozone. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]Part 3: Creighton’s Night[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]Creighton LOVED this place. He knew a dive called “The Wolf Pac” would be PERFECT placed to spend the night. These guys were awesome. Real dogs just like him. It took about two minutes for them to accept him, three till he felt he was part of the pack. The beer what shit and the cigars were crap but it was the best night of his life. These were guys like him, rough and hard edged. Didn’t give a shit what anyone thought about them except to know they were in charge. And these guys were hot too. Creighton loved the lived in muscles, the simple black ink tattoos. Even the few guys with beer guts were hot, because they had that aura. The scent of being real men. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]One of the guys, Lance, yea what a great name. Hard as nails shitkicker named Lance. He was all over Creighton that night and Creighton didn’t mind in the slightest. Smoking cigars like a chimney and smelling like he hadn’t bathed in days, this was the guy. This was the dog to match Creighton’s dog. And only a fag who was completely comfortable with himself could tell fag jokes like this guy.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]“OK, OK” Lance said pulling Creighton off to the side. His breath reeked of beer. But then so did Creighton’s at that point. “We have never…. You understand NEVER put a guy up for full alpha membership on the first night. Till now buddy. You up for it? You think you can prove yourself.”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]Instead of answering yes or no Creighton released a wall shattered belch that was met with cheers from the crowd. They explained he had just two final tests left. He didn’t know it but he had already passed the drinking, smoking and pool playing test just by being himself. Next test was to see how dangerous he could be. No details given, no limits. Just prove he could be dangerous. Creighton thought for a minute, which was hard considering how much he had to drink already. Which gave him the idea.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]“I need a beer.” Their club bartender reached behind to pull one out but Creighton was off the stool and headed out the door. With several of the members behind him, far enough back to give him room, he sauntered up the street. Walking into traffic and almost getting hit, he crossed the street to a small Mom and Pop convenience store. The members watched from across the street. They watched him go to the back of the store, pick up a 6 pack of bottles and make his way to the counter. Instead of paying for the beers, they watched in sick glee as he grabbed the clerk, a 50 year old Japanese man and tossed him move the counter into the magazine rack. Then removed one of the bottles from the pack and threw the rest though the plate glass window, shattering it into hundred of pieces. Walking back across the street like nothing out of the ordinary had happened, Creighton took a swig of the beer and muttered. “Just needed one”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]Triumphantly returning to the bar he was lead through the main area into the back, down a hallway. “OK buddy, shit man, you don’t have to do this to get in…but you’re going to want to. Last thing to make it in is to see how good you are at humpin. Don’t matter how often you cum, or how fast, just matter how much you make her eyes cross.” Lance said opening a door into a makeshift bedroom. On the far side of the dump was a bed with a woman, if that was the word for it, taking a shot of Scotch and looking completely numb from the world.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]“Uhhh, are you joking. I don’t do chicks.” Creighton said taking a few steps out of the room.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]“You don’t….Ohhhhhhh, s’kay, s’cool. Hey we take all kinds here. Look, look, we got something down the hall for you. You’re going to love this.” But in that instant that Creighton was caught off guard and felt safe, he was sucker punch in the gut into unconsciousness. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]He awoke, to some extent, later enough that he was tied up, sanding up, arms stretched out, legs stretched out in a perfect X. He tired to talk, to scream but something was in his mouth. Didn’t stop him from trying. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]“Wha…oh hey you’re awake. Look I’m sorry about all this but…got to make sure you’re the right stuff for the club, you know an. Had we known you were a fag, we would have cut out all the crap and gotten down to the good stuff. You just remain quite while Stephie and Charlene get you set. OK girls, go on.” Lance said staying waling back to his chair, sitting down and finishing off the beer Creighton had stolen fro the store. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]Creighton suddenly heard a pair of electric clippers go off. One suddenly started going around his stomach while another started on his head. He could see the woman working his body only go half way up his torso. She was clipping the hairs from his stomach but not his chest. And then stopping just above his crotch. Thank god they weren’t shaving his dick. Just yet at least. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]“You wanted the crotch still hairy right.” That one asked Lance.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]“What ever you would do to the dog, do to him.”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]“Allrightie.” She said completing her work on his torso and starting to shave his arms. What the hell was up with the pattern? He didn’t have much more time to concentrate on her since the other woman was getting down with the hair on his head. As best as he could tell, she left the top part full and untouched, but shaved the sides. Next with a beard clipper she took his beard down to nothing but left the mustache. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]“I think he’ll look cure like that.” She said putting the clippers down and getting a bowl of water. “This isn’t going to be easy fella. I’ll try not to get any in your eyes.” Working from behind him she dumped the water over his head and started shampooing something in. There were no mirrors so Creighton had no idea what was going on. The shampoo was taken out and something else massaged in. The woman doing his hair took a break and joined Lance for a beer while the other went to work on his legs. Shaving them down from just below his crotch to the ankle. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]‘You sure you don’t want me to do his toenails. We usually do the dogs.”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]“Nahh, don’t want him to look too fruity.” Lance said getting up fro his char. This was met with laughter from all in the room. Except Creighton. “Buddy, I’m going to put this blindfold on you for a few reasons. Don’t want this stuff getting in your eyes. Don’t want you ruining your surprise. And I’m getting tired of that panicked look you keep shooting me. Dude if there’s ever a job for a deer in the headlights, you should go for it.”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]Creighton’s quickly found his eyes covered and the women back at work. One started rubbing some goop into his chest and groin hair. “You want the ass too, right.”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]“Damn straight I want that ass done. That’ll be the best part.”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]And so he found his ass also getting a coating. The woman doing the hair on his hear also rubbed something in, really smelly. Then….well then Creighton wasn’t sure. Was she styling it, twisting it. Almost felt like she kept putting a hat on over and over again. Then came the heat, sounded like the hair dryer from hell, more fooling with the hair and more heat. Might have been the stress, the liquor or just giving up but Creighton fell back asleep at one point.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]Only to wake up again while he was being moved off the X support. He tried to fight back but there just were to many and he was still too drunk. Before he could make any headway he was forced on his knees, upper body resting on a platform, his ass hanging off the end. His arms were secured off to the side, his ankles together. His balls were all but crushed between his hips and the platform they had him secured so closely. At least he still had his balls was the one positive thought he came up with. The mouth gag was pulled out and after getting of some choice insults, replaced by something else, something longer that stuck out of the sides of his mouth.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]“Well I think he’s just about done. Oh wait, still needs this. Go get the mirror from Stacy’s room.” Lance said as Creighton felt something go around his neck and get fastened.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]“You know Stacy likes that mirror there so she can see herself getting fucked.” A male voice responded.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]“You think Stacy’s gonna see any action for the rest of the night.” Lance said giving Creighton’s ass a slap that he’d feel for days.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]The blindfold was taken away and even though the room was incredibly dark, the return to sight blinded Creighton for a minute.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]“Got some stuff on you face, hold on.” Lance said using the blindfold to wipe something off Creighton’s face. “Now don’t struggle, be a good boy. Really we’re just accommodating your queer needs bro. Fuckin’s part of the ritual and we completely understand you don’t fuck cunt.” Creighton heard some rustling in back of him. “At the same time, ain’t like we’re gonna let you fuck us!! And we ain’t fucking no guy’s ass.”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]The mirror was brought in front of Creighton and he got a look at what had been done. They all had to be insane. The sides of his head had been shaved, leaving just a top of cotton candy like curls rising 6 inches of the top of his head, dyed a shocking pink. As was his mustache that he could see just above the doggy bone that was being used as a muzzle. They moved the mirror to show that his body hair had been clipped so it almost looked like he was wearing a pink shirt and pink shorts, but in fact that was also his body hair that had been dyed. His once proud hairy ass was now pink as pink could be. Lastly they showed the dog collar around his neck, with its adorable name tag.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]“We can’t have one wolf that fucks another. But nothin’ wrong with fuckin’ our pet poodle boy! That’s what they were made for. Like I said, don’t worry. We’ve had other guys go through this and they’re fine. Well they were when we dumped them in the alley the next morning. Once we’re done you can get dressed.” Lance said holding up a pair of women pink hot pants. “And serve us drinks the rest of the night.”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]Lance stood up and addressed the men who had filed in the room. “Guys! We’ve got a real treat tonight. Took some doing but I think you’ll agree it’s been worth the time and effort. You’ll have to wait your turn but….Fifi is open for business.”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]In the mirror Creighton could see Lance drop his pants line up behind him. He didn’t need the mirror to know he was now getting fucked by the guy he thought was so great just hours ago. Not that he was throwing a good fuck. How could he have ever thought someone this inept at screwing could be gay.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]“Not as tight as I like um” Lance said over his shoulder to the crowd watching. “But he’s still a good poodle boy isn’t he. Yes he is.” [/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]As Lance reached over and patted Creighton’s head like a dog he noticed the rubber bone in his mouth tinkled due to the little bell that had been placed inside. It would tinkle all night as the guys fucked him It was adorable. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]Part Four: Willie’s night[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]The first two fights weren’t even fights. Suppose to be amateurs, sure but the guys didn’t need to fight like amateurs. First guy get in the cage and just runs at Willie. Don’t wait for instructions. Doesn’t wait for the bell. Didn’t even fucking wait for Willie to take his mesh shirt off. Paid lot for something that sexy in his size. Luckily the guy didn’t get any blood on it when Willie knocked him out with one punch. Guy got a lot of his own blood on his own shirt when all those teeth fell out. Willie almost felt bad taking the winnings of that fight.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]Second guy, seriously, Willie certainly wasn’t one to judge but these fights should be for guys who wanted to fight, who wanted to prove something, who just fucking enjoyed it like Willie did. Not because their meds are off and their just they’re just dumb ass crazy enough to get into a ring. Could that second guy actually have been that far gone to think he could have won against the almost 400 pound, battle scared muscle creature that was Willie Pratt? Maybe they can get hi back on the meds when they check him into the hospital. Willie sure hoped that’s where they were taking him.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]The next few fights, these were the fights that got Willie coming back time and time again. Just something about being pitted against rivals in a cage match. Almost nothing ruled out. No holds barred to the Nth degree. And the crowd loved Willie when he came in. The buzz would start as he walked down the street after parking his car in the garage next door. The managers even had begun throwing a little ore into his winning in appreciation of his visits. They might have been underground scum running an illegal “Fight Club” by way of ‘Ultimate Fighting Championship” betting house, but they knew how to reward their high performers.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]After taking in almost $800 in nonreported earning Willie had it for the night. But this was the worst part of his coming to the place. He loved, LOVED it when he was in the cage. The crowd would cheer, they would shout, they would tell him how great he was. And the second he stepped out, that was all gone. Not a word. No eye contact. MAYBE a “Hey great night.” comment, in passing, but nothing more. The crowds would part as if he was a plague carrier while also not even acknowledging that he was there. Not even he cleaned up some in the washroom was he the type of company they wanted to associate with. Come to think of it, he wasn’t even sure they knew his real name. Once in awhile he’d hear people refer to him as the big guy with all the scars. In this place, shit, maybe that was all he was.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]He couldn’t just show up, kick the shit of a few losers and head home. He needed to unwind some. Come down fro the adrenaline and testosterone overkill running through his veins. Willie would take up a set, or three in the so called lounge they added upstairs from the fighting level. The drinks were watered down and expensive. Rumors were the real losers of the evening made their way into the hamburgers. But it was dark and usually empty. And if Willie was going to be alone, that sounded fine with him.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]Willie grabbed a beer from the bar and walked off to the darkest corner of the bar. The place was never well lit but this one section obviously had a few too many light bulbs missing than usual. He sipped his beer, counted out his money again but mainly watched other people walk by like he didn’t exist. Great effort was made to purposely not see the giant muscle freak with blood still seeping from his knuckles in the corner. Willie leaned back with a thump against the wall and signed. Checking the time it was still early, it was still Halloween but it was time to go. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]He got a few cat calls on the way out. A few thanks for the great fights but a few steps away from the front entrance, it was over. The wind came down the streets, pushing against him as he walked back to the car lot. The street was empty and quite. Lights were still on in a few of the apartments by it was only Willie, the garbage cans and the streetlights. He was about to turn the block when he heard what sounded like a bottle breaking and a faint cry. Momentarily Willie stopped on the street corner. Looking towards the car park that was a few doors down, or way back to the alley where he thought he heard the noise. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]As he got closer to the alley he cold hear someone gashing inside, and getting closer it sounded like begging. In the darkness he could see three guys silhouetted against the alley lights, but could not see who ever they were harassing. Willie didn’t need to. They must have been some idiot teens who saw the fights and thought picking on some poor person who was stupid enough to be on the street at this hour was the same thing. Which meant their adrenaline level would be pretty high. Just not as high as Willies. He made quick work of them. Willie was sure he snapped the hands of two of the guys. Left one in enough pieces that he could get them all home or to a doctor. Got a good look at each of them so if they showed up at the cage match, he’d have the bosses take care of them.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]“Please…please…” Willie heard from down the alley after the guys ran off. He moved down to find a young guy, early twenties, standing against the wall shaking so hard he might fall apart. When Willie touched his shoulder the guy left out an incredible scream. “PLEASE won’t someone HELP ME!!!”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]“Shhhhh.” Willie tried. “It’s………….OK. Calm.” He tired to get out. The long gash in his throat had made it hard for hi to get more than one word out at a time. And now was when he needed to tell the guy he was fine, the hoods were gone, it was safe…. But there was no way he could get the words out quick enough. “You’re ……..safe.”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]“Who…who are you? Are they gone?”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]“I’m….Willie. You’re………..safe.”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]“Oh y god, oh my god thank you so much. Oh my god thank you. Never in all y years of being alone has anything like that happen. Can you feel me shaking?” He said reaching out and finding Willie’s hand. There was something about the way the guy moved. He placed Willie’s hand on his chest. “Feel that heart. If I was a cat I’d be down three lives in the last 10 minutes.”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]Willie passed his free hand in front of the man to cast a shadow on his eyes, which did not react. Bastards picked on a blind guy? Oh no, he wasn’t going to wait till they showed up at the club. The bosses owed him. He’d have them tracked down and really hurt.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]“Please, you’ve been so great…Willie? I’m Henry. Thank you so much but I’m totally lost now. I’m blind, don’t know if you got that, blind. Talking real fast too. Anyway, I’ve no idea where I am on the street and I’ve lost count of the steps back to my apartment. Can you please help me?”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]“Sure…….calm….down….”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]“Thank you. I will. I had a small bag of groceries, but I really need my cane do you see it?”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]“Willie placed his giant hand on Henry’s chest and said “Stay.”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]Looking around the alley he found the cane, which was in one piece, and his dark glasses, which weren’t. The grocery bag was soaked due to the orange juice that spilled, that must have been the glass breaking he heard. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]“Cane….OK” he said placing it in Henry’s hand. It had an amazing effect of calming the blind man down. “Glasses…..broken. Juice…..broken. Coffee……….OK.”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]“Oh thank you. You’re so great my god do they make people like you any more? I live just up the street from the grocery, 445. Do you think you can walk me there?”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]“Sure.”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]Willie carefully guided Henry out of the alley, took his arm and started walking in the direction on the apartment building number he gave.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]“Wow…WOW.” Henry said getting a better grip of Willie’s arm. “I can see why you were able to take care of those guys.” His hand reached Willie’s chest, his finders played with the mesh shirt. “Holy shit Willie….. Can I ask? You talk like….do you have a speech impediment?”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]“Yes.”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]“Ahh OK. Well, not the same but something in common. Its number 445, I think I said that. There’s a manhole cover RIGHT in front. Makes it easy to find sometimes when my mind wanders and I lose track. Living on my own now but, guess you can tell I’m not the best at it yet.”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]“You’re……fine.”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]“Thanks” they walked up the block, well past the building where the fight club was. Willie was impressed that Henry was able to navigate this length of the street by himself usually. He just needed not to do it so late at night anymore. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]“445” Willie said taking Henry’s hand and placing it on the front entrance railing.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]“Look, why don’t you come up for a while. I woe you at least a drink or some coffee and……do you think they might have followed you. Maybe it would be good to stay off the street if they came back…”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]“No….I’m …….fine.”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]“OK, sure make me be honest. I’m more scared they might come back for me once you’re gone. So, how about coffee? It’s why I went out in the first place. You wouldn’t happen to be a chess man would you? I have 6 dozen chess sets, how about…”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]“Love ….chess….”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]Once he was set in the building Henry almost asked like a man who could see. He knew the steps well and knew right where his door was. The apartment was small, without a TV but with a radio. Inside his place you wouldn’t have know Henry was blind at all. He also wasn’t kidding about the chess sets. They lined the shelves along the walls. Along with hundreds of think books written in Braille. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]“Martian…….chess…..” Willie said taking on of the boxes down.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]“That’s a great one. Set up is in four quadrants. It’s based on...”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]“Burroughs…..yea.”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]“You’ve heard of it!!! Great!! Set it up, set it up. I think the couch would be best for you, I’ll grab a chair. Do me a favor and look for a small connection on the board, it’ll be on one side. Place that facing the window please.”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]Henry brought out the coffee then got a small mechanical device to place in the connection on the board. It was a reader for the blind that called out the moves. They played for hours. Not really talking. Henry calmed down enough to stop his nervous chatter. And Willie didn’t have a reason to even do his attempts at conversations. Chess was not a talking game.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]“Late.” Willie said after the last game. “Should…”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]“Ok, ok. So I’m a blind man in an apartment with what I’m guessing is an incredibly big man and I have already proven I’m totally defenseless so……gambling with my life…… you wouldn’t want to….stay…. You know…stay.”[/COLOR]
[COLOR=#000000]“…………ok”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]The smile of Henry’s face all but melted Willie’s heart. “Come on, I want to take a look at you. Trust me?”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]“Sure.”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]“As you said earlier, you’re safe.”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]Henry removed his clothes as soon as they reached the bed room. He had a really good build for an average guy. Great pecs and a nice set of abs. Willie was impressed. Henry reached out and started undressing Willie. “Oh sweet Jesus Willie, I had no idea you were….” He muttered as his hands felt the vast build and over pumped muscles. He placed Willie’s clothes in a neat stack, Willie guessing more for hi to remember where they were rather than just to be careful wit them.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]“Lay down. I don’t have a light in here, is that OK?”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]“Sure.”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]Starting at the top of Willie’s head Henry started moving down his body. “Love the brush haircut, so cool. Great face, so solid. It that your neck? Do necks get this….Willie?” Henry stopped at the scar that ran long his throat. “Is that why you can’t...”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]Willie hand went up and pulled Henry away from the scar. He started to get up but this time it was Henry how quietly pushed hi back. “Willie, you’re safe remember?” Willie calmed down and after taking a deep breath, placed Henry’s hand back on his throat. “So much pain, my god.” But he continued on, down the shoulders, feeling each crevice. Across the pecs, running his fingers along the bottom hand, around the nipples. Down he worked his hands, every inch of Willie was covered. Every scar traced. Every muscle caressed. He lingered a bit longer on Willie’s cock, which had grown to full length just by being touched. But he continued down the body. The legs where almost hugged Henry went in for such a close feel. Down the calves to his feet. When Henry started rubbing the soles, that’s when Willie shot off.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]“Been a long time since I was able to make a man do that just by feeling him. But then, never had a man worth feeling as much as you.” Henry said crawling up Willie’s body and straddling his hips. His own dick was fully hard. A good 7 incher from what Willie could tell in the darkness. Henry started stroking himself off but Willie reached over to do the job for him. The giant hand wrapped all the way around the cock and within three stocks, cum was cascading down the fingers. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]Willie had started the evening being a symbol of pain and aggression with blood on his hands. Now he was becoming a symbol of straight and security with the ultimate sign of lust running through his fingers. From being an object of such fear no one would talk to him, to being with a man who knew he didn’t have to talk to have a conversation. Henry had accepted Willie first, then found out what he looked like, and it didn’t matter. Willie had to help Henry with a situation where his limits were broken, but let him be independent when he was able to again. Each man had spent the evening the farthest from where they ever thought they could be, only to find their way home.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]Part Five: Tricks or Treats?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]In the morning Chris was back to his old self. Not remembering the change and not remembering most of the evening. He was ore than confused as to why he was on a roof top, wearing only his shirt, and no pants to be found. Or a key that would unlock the only door that could be used to leave the roof. With so any of the warehouses in the area abandoned it would be most of the day before he could get someone to call for help. And even longer to come up with a good explanation.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]In the morning Creighton found himself waking up in an alley. He was his old self except for the pick body hair and, from what he could feel, something freaking going on with the hair on top of his head. He was wearing a woman’s pink hot pants at least. So why he looked like a freak just making his way home from a late Halloween party, at least he wasn’t naked. He remembered nothing of the night before. How he got that way or why he was left in the alley. All he really wanted to know was what the hell was shoved up his ass and why did it jingle like there was a bell inside it every time he took a step.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]Willie woke up in bed with Henry the next morning. Henry mentioning how he didn’t need a blanket with Willie there, his body heat alone kept him warm. Willie did not change back. He would still work at the library and everyone accepted the new Willie as the old one. And he would stop going to the cage fights to spend evenings with Henry playing chess. He even got Henry a job working in the Braille sections of the main branch. To some leaving Willie as the hulking monster might be part of the trick. But it was in this form that the two men found exactly what they needed to continue in this world. Found who they were meant to be with. How could that gift not be considered a treat.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]For you see, while the Great Pumpin’ will leave a present for all the boys he finds, it’s up to how the boys use the presents for them to be considered a Trick, or a Treat. A trick is fleeting and embarrassing, but the results never last. Use the present right, and the treat is a gift of a lifetime. [/COLOR]

[Lover_Boy]

[COLOR=darkorange]....Texzilla. I enjoyed this story immensely.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#ff8c00]- Halloween is my second favorite holiday (after Christmas), and i don't usually read the holiday themed ones.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#ff8c00]- But this one I enjoyed. Willie's story was the best of the three. Touching, and masterfully thought out. You are a good author.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#ff8c00]Ciao,[/COLOR]
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[dan25]

a great addition to your amazing body of work---beautifully written with great detail as always---just terrific !!! thank you!!