Dick or Treat 4

By Gerste

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"Dick or Treat," part IV, by Gerste

When we left him, nine year old Aiden had just passed out from terror at the prospect of having a candy bar shoved into his anal orifice by his neighbors. He and his two brothers—Brandon (10) and Aaron (12)—had been compelled by their mother, aunt and sisters to go trick or treating naked, when his neighbor and their overly enthusiastic daughter were about to insert the "treat" into the three naked brothers' rectums. Sprawled out on his neighbor's lawn, Aiden awoke from his fainting spell, to find 14 year old Gertrude, his neighbor, attempting to insert the very chocolate specimen in question into the very orifice in question—HIS!

"It won't fit," decried Gertrude, her efforts, as well as her thoughts, frustrated by the constricting fluctuations of Aiden's irritated anus. As Aiden layed there on his back, outstretched by his two elder sisters sitting on his knees facing each other, Aiden looked "down" towards his mid-section. There he saw Gertrude attempting to insert the candy bar into his anus, but failing to succeed because Aiden had "tightened up."

Mrs. Briwahls saw that Aiden had awakened, and shouted, "Aiden, loosen your asshole right this minute, young man! She is trying to give you something for you to eat later."

At this point, Brandon, Aiden's 10 year old brother, spoke up: "Eat? You mean we're going to eat those things they crammed up our a-holes?"

Mrs. Briwahls, in a motherly tone: "Of course, dear. What else are you going to do with candy treats?"

Aaron (12): "Certainly not shove them up our ass!" Aaron said this as he strained to keep from ejecting the candy bar they had inserted into his own anus while Aiden briefly "slept." The same thing happened to Brandon, who was showing clear signs of straining, as he was likewise struggling to keep from expelling the unwelcomed confectionary nightmare.

Turning to Aaron, Mrs. Briwahls said, sharply: "That will be quite enough out of you, young man! Why can't you just be grateful that our neighbors generously gave you a big candy bar, instead of a little piece of candy!"

Aaron, ever the quick witted, retorted, "I'd rather they gave me something smaller than this big thing up my ass!"

Just then, Brandon, unable to hold it in any longer, eructated the candy bar onto the lawn. As if the act itself was contagious, Aaron, seeing this, likewise expelled his candy bar onto the grass. An angry Mrs. Briwahls looked at her momentarily relieved sons and said, "So, this is how you repay your benefactors? by shitting on their lawns, like so many dogs? Well, if you are going to act like dogs, we'll treat like dogs. Both you boys, eat those candy bars you just shat out, like dogs who eat their crap!"

The two brothers of Aiden looked at each other. Aiden himself looked frightened for their sakes. Gertrude herself stopped trying to insert the candy bar into Aiden, just long enough to observe the moment's events.

"Well," continued Mrs. Briwahls, "We're waiting. The alternative is the spanking of your lifetimes."

Both boys knew what that felt like, as the feeling of just such a spanking only moments earlier was fresh on their minds. Slowly, ever so reluctantly, both boys reached down and picked up the soiled bars, and each took a bite. As they masticated, they could taste their own fecal matter blended into the chocolate, which was barely intact.

At that moment, as the boys struggled to swallow the bites they were taking, Mrs. Briwahls announced, "It seems you god damn ingrates don't appreciate the spirit of holloween." She said this as if she was talking about Christmas, and Santa's disappointment at the "bad" little boys. After a moment's pause to allow her inapposite statement to sink in, and a few confused, responding faces, she continued: "So you no longer will say, 'Dick or treat.' You will get no more treats." The boys, so far from looking disppointed, broke out in smiles. Mrs. Briwahls gave them a dispproving look, which changed their expressions. Gertude looked disappointed that she would not now have the opportunity to insert the candy into Aiden's anus.

Just then, an evil grinned settled upon Mrs. Briwahls' face, as she said, "So instead of saying, 'Dick or treat,' at each house tonight, you will ask each host or hostess, and their families, to pull on your dicks."

The smiles that the boys were trying so badly to hide suddenly became harder to keep, as their mouths reverted to their former frowning state. She resumed: "And there will be no more fainting without permission. Your asses and dicks are ours, and you boys are going to like this, whether you....eerrrr, whether you, hhhmm..." The three boys looked confused as she struggled to creatively end her sentence. She then said, "Well...you're going to like it, whether you like it or not! Now here is the situation: one more ungrateful fainting spell or expression of ingratitude will be met with immediate reprisal: namely, a spanking on your cute little asses. I don't want to fear one protest as the whole neighborhood explores any part of you. Do you boys understand?" The hurried nods from the three boys told her that her message had made their mark. She then added, as Brandon and Aaron struggled to swallow the last of their fetid "treats," "Now on your feet, Aiden. We have a long night ahead of us. First, we are showing you off to hundreds of neighbors, and then we will photoshoot you, and shoot your pics to as many people as possible." For Aiden and his two brothers, the rest of the time of trick or treating that night was spent going from housing to house and asking the residents to pull on, or feel up, their penis, testacles and anuses. The three of them tried to choke back the tears as they performed this sordid ritual, but some moments were given to balling and tearing up (on the part of the boys, that is; no one else). Aiden's three sisters—Ashley (8), Shirley (11), and Beverly (15)—as well as the aforementioned neighbor girls—Gertrude (14), Paige (12) and Haley (11)—formed a kind of escort for the three nude boys. Other girls also joined the "cortege," since many of the females were aroused by this profound humiliation of three exquisite specimens of boyhood. One girl brought a note pad, took names and kept count, to see how many people explored the boys' bodies. At every house for dozens of blocks, the boys were forced to "invite" each person to "pull on their penises," after which it was explained to them that the boys' bodies are public property for any and every person to explore and handle. After going to 198 houses in the span of 4 hours and 37 minutes, while hundreds of people from adjacent blocks flocked around them, it was accuarately recorded that 587 people, both men and women, boys and girls (mostly the latter), had inspected every part of the three brothers' bodies. The street lights chased away the dark of night, while many (roughly half) of the persons palpating these boys took detailed photographs of the boys' bodies. By the time these three brothers all arrived back at their residence, they were ready to crawl away and hide forever. But alas for them, this was not to be. It was not nearly the end, but the beginning of their ongoing ordeal.

End of part 4

(The End)