Matthew stepped out of the shower, his curly orange hair plastered to his head and water droplets sliding down his pale skin. It was Halloween night, and the excitement buzzed in the air like static electricity. He toweled off and pulled on a pair of baggy jeans, then a t-shirt with a grinning jack-o'-lantern on the front. The thrill of the night's adventures lay ahead, a sweet candy-coated promise that had him practically dancing around his room.
The streets were a whirlwind of colors and shadows, with the occasional flicker of candlelight piercing the gloom from within the carved pumpkins that lined the sidewalks. The crunch of leaves underfoot and the rustle of his plastic candy pail were the only sounds that accompanied his light steps. The chilly air made him shiver, but the thrill of the night kept him moving forward, eager for the next house and the treats it might hold.
As he approached the house at the end of the block, the music grew louder, pulsing with a beat that seemed to shake the very ground beneath him. The house was lit up like a neon sign, with strobes of red and blue flashing in the windows, casting eerie shadows that danced on the lawn. A group of three muscular figures, dressed in black and wearing skeleton masks, lounged against the porch railing. They watched him approach with a predatory stillness that made his heart skip a beat.
Matthew, an 18-year-old with curly orange hair and pink lips, excitedly prepares for Halloween, donning a themed t-shirt. He ventures out into a vibrant, yet eerie neighborhood, where the sound of his plastic pail and footsteps are the only noises. At the end of the block, he discovers a house with a raucous party, illuminated by flashing red and blue lights, where three muscular black men in skeleton masks, named Tremaine, Derek, and Daniel, stand ominously.o
Tremaine, the largest of the three, stepped forward as Matthew reached the bottom step. "Look what the cat dragged in," he rumbled, his deep voice a stark contrast to the high-pitched giggles of the mask. "Ain't you a little old to be trick-or-treating?" The other two, Derek and Daniel, chuckled menacingly, their eyes gleaming with something that made Matthew's skin crawl.
"Hey, I'm just out for some fun," Matthew replied, trying to keep his voice steady. He held up his candy pail. "I'm not bothering anyone."
Tremaine's gaze raked over him, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. "Oh, we like fun," he said, his voice dropping to a purr. Derek and Daniel leaned in closer, their eyes never leaving Matthew's body. The tension grew thick as the candy corn scent from the house behind them.
"We've got a little party going on inside," Tremaine offered, gesturing to the door with a flourish of his hand. "You should totally come check it out."
Matthew's instincts screamed at him to turn and run, but his feet remained rooted to the spot, his heart hammering in his chest. He took a step back, his eyes darting to the side as if searching for an escape route. "No, I'm good," he managed to croak out.
The three figures tilted their heads in unison, the skeleton masks tilting with them in a disturbing parody of curiosity. "Oh, come on," Derek coaxed, his voice smooth and cajoling. "Don't be scared. We just want to show you a good time."
Before he could take another step, strong arms banded around him, one from either side. Derek and Daniel had moved with a speed that belied their size, and now they held him firmly in their grip. "Don't be like that," Derek murmured in his ear, his breath hot against Matthew's neck. "We're just having some fun."
Matthew struggled, his heart racing as he felt himself being dragged up the stairs and into the house. The music was deafening, the bass thumping in his chest like a second heartbeat. He caught a glimpse of his costume in a mirror as they passed, the grinning jack-o'-lantern looking grotesque in the strobing lights. Panic set in, cold and sharp, as he realized the gravity of his situation.
Derek's grip was like steel, his arms like tree trunks that held Matthew in place. He managed a muffled protest as they pulled him into a dimly lit room, the walls painted a deep crimson that seemed to pulse with the rhythm of the bass. The air was thick with the scent of weed, making his eyes water and his head swim.
Tremaine followed close behind, his skeletal grin never leaving Matthew's line of sight. He stepped in front of the door and with a wicked chuckle, slammed it shut and turned the lock with a metallic click that echoed through the room. The sound was final, a stark declaration of Matthew's new reality.
Daniel's touch was the first intrusion, his hand snaking out to grab a fistful of Matthew's damp hair, jerking his head back to expose his neck. The cold, wetness of a tongue slithered down his earlobe, sending a shiver of disgust through his body. Matthew tried to pull away, his eyes squeezed shut as if that could somehow protect him from what was happening. But Daniel's grip was firm, and the sensation of the wetness on his skin was a stark reminder of his vulnerability.
The room spun around him, the strobe lights painting the walls in a dizzying pattern that made him nauseous. The music grew louder, the laughter of the other partygoers a distant cacophony of horror. And then, the warm spray of saliva on his cheek as Daniel pulled away, his tongue flicking out to lick the shell of Matthew's ear. The salty, bitter taste was a violation, a personal assault that made bile rise in his throat.
Tremaine stepped closer, his skeletal grin bobbing with his deep chuckle. "Take that stupid ass Halloween costume off," he said, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Show us that ass." The words were a command, a demand that made Matthew's stomach clench in fear. He felt the tug on his shirt, Derek and Daniel working together to strip him of his defenses.
With trembling hands, Matthew pulled the shirt over his head, the cold air of the room hitting his bare skin like a slap. His heart hammered in his chest as he saw the three of them eyeing him hungrily, their dark figures stark against the pulsing red walls. The pumpkin on his chest looked obscene in the strobe lights, the grin leering rather than playful. His stomach clenched as he reached for the button of his jeans.
The sight of his bare torso made the three men's eyes light up, and Matthew felt a cold, clammy hand trace the line of his ribs as Derek stepped closer, his breath hot against Matthew's skin. Tremaine's gaze was transfixed on Matthew's chest, his tongue darting out to lick his thick lips. Daniel's eyes had dropped to Matthew's crotch, where the bulge of his arousal was impossible to miss, despite his fear.
"Looks like someone's enjoying themselves," Derek sneered, reaching down to give Matthew's trapped erection a rough squeeze. "But we're not done yet."
Tremaine nodded in agreement, his skeletal grin growing wider as he reached behind his head and yanked off his mask, revealing his handsome, dark features. "Strip," he ordered, and his voice was like a whip crack in the air.
Matthew's trembling fingers fumbled with the button of his jeans, the zipper giving way with a metallic hiss. The fabric pooled around his ankles, leaving him in just his socks and underwear. The coldness of the floor seeped into his skin, and he felt the weight of their eyes on him, heavy and oppressive. He looked up, his eyes meeting the three sets of hungry, dark eyes staring back at him, and knew what was expected.
With a sneer, Tremaine gestured to his crotch. "Take it out," he said, and Matthew's hands obeyed, his cock springing free, hard and exposed. The three men laughed, the sound echoing through the room like the taunts of demons. "Now, suck."
Matthew's eyes widened in horror, and his throat constricted, but he knew better than to refuse. He dropped to his knees, his body trembling as he leaned in, his mouth open to take in the head of Tremaine's thick, black cock. The first touch of skin on skin was electric, and he gagged as the shaft was forced into his mouth, his tongue retreating from the salty, unfamiliar taste.
"Suck it like you mean it," Tremaine said, his voice thick with lust. His hand came down to cup the back of Matthew's head, guiding his movements with a firm grip. The taste was overwhelming, a mix of sweat and something musky that made Matthew's stomach turn, but he knew that if he didn't perform well, the situation could only get worse.
To his surprise, as he focused on the task at hand, the horror of the situation began to give way to a strange thrill. The feeling of powerlessness was oddly exhilarating, and the way Tremaine's eyes rolled back in pleasure as he took his cock deeper made his own arousal throb in response. Derek and Daniel had stepped back, watching with rapt attention as their leader claimed his prize.
But the show was far from over. Derek and Daniel, seemingly emboldened by Tremaine's actions, began to strip away their own costumes, revealing their muscular, black forms. Their cocks were already hard, bobbing with anticipation as they stepped closer. Derek's was long and thick, a testament to his towering height and broad shoulders. Daniel's, on the other hand, was shorter but thicker, with a girth that made Matthew's mouth water despite his fear.
"Look at this slut," Tremaine commented, his voice thick with lust as he watched Matthew's tentative movements. "He likes our thick cocks so much his mouth is watering."
Matthew's cheeks flushed red with embarrassment, but he couldn't deny the truth in the man's words. The fear and adrenaline had transformed into an unexpected arousal, one that made his own cock throb with need as he took more of Tremaine into his mouth. He sucked harder, his cheeks hollowing with the effort, and felt a strange sense of power in the way the man above him gasped and bucked his hips. It was as if he was controlling this beast with nothing but his mouth and tongue, and that knowledge sent a thrill of excitement through his body.
"Oh, fuck," Tremaine groaned, his hand tightening on the back of Matthew's head. "Slow down, I'm gonna cum." His words were a mix of warning and pleasure, and Matthew felt a strange pride at being able to bring such a powerful man to the edge so quickly. He pulled back slightly, letting the head of Tremaine's cock slide out of his mouth, and took a shaky breath.
"Tremaine sluts out Matthew, can I?" Tremaine panted, his voice strained. "Can I cum in your throat and make you my bitch?"
Matthew felt a surge of arousal so intense he thought he might pass out. The words were degrading, but they only served to fuel the fire burning in his belly. He was turned on beyond belief, his body responding to the power dynamics in the room like a moth to a flame. His eyes watered with the effort of holding back a whine, his mouth still wrapped around Tremaine's cock. His head bobbed slightly, the only way he could indicate his consent without breaking the suction.
Tremaine took the cue, his eyes locked on Matthew's. He groaned, his hips thrusting forward, and Matthew felt the first hot spurt of cum fill his mouth. It was thick and bitter, and it coated his tongue and the back of his throat. He swallowed instinctively, and the sensation of the man's seed sliding down his throat was like nothing he'd ever felt before. It was a claiming, a marking, and he couldn't help but feel a perverse sense of pride as Tremaine's grip on his hair tightened, his hips bucking as he emptied himself into Matthew's eager mouth.
As Tremaine stepped back, his chest heaving, Daniel's hand was already on Matthew's shoulder, pushing him down onto the cold floor. The scent of arousal filled the air, thick and musky, and Matthew felt a strange, almost feral hunger growing within him. He looked up at the three men, his eyes glazed with lust, and took in the sight of Derek stroking his cock, watching with a hungry gaze. The strokes were slow and deliberate, the shiny black head of his shaft glistening with pre-cum.
"Does mine taste better?" Derek asked, the challenge in his voice making Matthew's cock throb painfully against the floor. He didn't bother with the formality of asking permission, instead leaning in to take Derek's cock in his mouth. It was like nothing he had ever felt before, the velvety softness of the skin and the iron-hardness beneath. Derek groaned, his hand coming to rest on the back of Matthew's head as he began to move in sync with the younger man's eager mouth.
The smack of flesh meeting flesh grew louder with each passing second, the sound echoing in the small room like a drumbeat that grew more and more frantic. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and lust, and Matthew could feel himself getting lost in the rhythm of Derek's thrusts, the taste of precum on his tongue driving him wild. He sucked harder, his cheeks hollowing with each movement, the sound of his mouth on the cock a wet, obscene noise that seemed to fuel Derek's lust even further.
"You like that, don't you?" Derek growled, his hand tightening in Matthew's hair. "You like being my little slut."
Matthew's eyes watered as Derek's cock plunged deeper into his throat, the thickness of it stretching him to his limits. He tried to nod, but the only response he could give was a muffled gag that only seemed to excite Derek further. The man's hips snapped, his cock moving with a brutal rhythm that left Matthew gasping for air. It was almost impossible for him to think, let alone speak, but the demand for a response only made his own arousal spike higher.
As Derek approached his peak, Daniel knelt beside him, his hand wrapping around Matthew's cock. The touch was rough, almost painful, but it sent a bolt of pleasure through Matthew's body. He moaned around Derek's cock, the vibrations sending the man over the edge. Hot cum shot down Matthew's throat, and he swallowed automatically, his own body jerking with the force of his own orgasm.
The room was spinning, the lights flashing faster, and the music grew louder, drowning out the sound of their harsh breaths and the slap of flesh on flesh. Derek pulled out of Matthew's mouth with a wet pop, and Daniel's hand tightened around his shaft, jerking him off with a brutal efficiency that had him spilling onto the floor between them.
Matthew's eyes fell to the puddle of cum at his knees, his mind racing as he tried to process the events of the night. He felt used, violated, but also... alive in a way he'd never been before. The power they held over him was terrifying, but it was also intoxicating.
"Now, for the main course," Daniel murmured, his voice thick with lust as he stared at Matthew's trembling ass. His hand trailed down Matthew's spine, the roughness of his palm sending a shiver down his body. "You've got a nice tight ass," Daniel said, his breath hot on Matthew's skin. "I bet you'd feel amazing around my cock."
Matthew's eyes grew wide as he took in the sight of Daniel's monstrous erection. It was indeed larger than the others, a thick, veiny shaft that seemed to pulse with an eerie life of its own. The fear was palpable, his body taut with the anticipation of pain and the unknown. Yet, there was a strange, pulsing excitement in his gut that seemed to be growing with every passing moment. He knew he was in trouble, that he had crossed a line he never thought he'd even approach, but the thrill of it was like a drug, making him dizzy with want.
"Say you want it," Daniel whispered, his breath hot against the back of Matthew's neck. The demand sent a shiver down Matthew's spine, his knees threatening to buckle. The room was spinning, the strobe lights flashing in his eyes like a warning siren, but all he could focus on was the need to satisfy the men who had taken control of his body. "Say you want us to fuck your ass, slut."
Matthew's cheeks burned with a mix of shame and arousal as the words slipped from his mouth. "I want you to fuck my ass, Daddy," he whimpered, the words barely audible over the thundering bass of the music. The term "Daddy" had always been a fantasy, a taboo whispered in the darkest corners of his mind, never to be spoken aloud. But now, here he was, begging for it from these three men who had turned his world upside down.
The room felt hot, the air thick with the scent of desire and the faint tang of fear. Daniel's hand left his neck, and Matthew felt a cold, slick finger trace the puckered entrance of his ass. He clenched involuntarily, the sensation foreign and terrifying. Daniel chuckled, the sound dark and sinister. "Good little bitch," he murmured, the words sending a shiver down Matthew's spine. "You're going to take us all, aren't you?"
Matthew's eyes snapped to Derek, who was still stroking his cock, his gaze hungry and intense. He nodded, the word "Yes" slipping out on a breath that was equal parts need and terror. He didn't know if he could handle it, but the idea of being filled by all three of them was a siren's call that he couldn't resist.
The next thing Matthew knew, Daniel's hand had replaced Derek's on the back of his head. He felt the heat of Daniel's cock press against his lips, and without thinking, he opened his mouth, welcoming the thick intrusion. Daniel's grip on his hair was merciless, pulling his head back and pushing his cock deeper, until Matthew's nose was buried in the man's groin. He felt the head of Daniel's cock hit the back of his throat, and he gagged, his eyes watering as he tried to adjust to the size.
But Daniel wasn't gentle. He began to fuck Matthew's mouth with a ferocity that left no room for air, the sounds of his hips slapping against Matthew's face melding with the thumping bass of the music. Matthew's eyes rolled back in his head, the pleasure and pain blurring together until he couldn't tell where one ended and the other began. He could feel his own arousal growing, his cock throbbing with every thrust, every grunt that Daniel made.
The sight of Matthew eagerly swallowing him whole brought a feral grin to Daniel's face, his eyes burning with lust as they locked onto the young man's. The joy in those wide, watering eyes was a drug, a visual symphony of pleasure and submission that had Daniel's heart racing like a runaway train. He watched as Matthew's throat convulsed around his thick cock, the boy's cheeks hollowing with every greedy suck. The sound of his own ragged breathing was all he could hear, drowning out the cacophony of the party outside the door.
The sensation of Derek's hands on his ass was a stark contrast to the velvety heat of Daniel's cock in his mouth. The coldness of the lube made him flinch, but the anticipation of what was to come was a thrilling jolt of fear and excitement. He could feel Derek's strong fingers spreading the slick substance around his tight hole, preparing him for the inevitable invasion. The room spun around him, the strobe lights casting shifting shadows that danced across their bodies like ghosts at play.
Matthew's breaths grew ragged as he pulled away from Daniel's cock, gasping for air. "Please," he begged, the word a desperate plea that seemed to hang in the air like a prayer. "I need it now." His voice was a hoarse whisper, his eyes wide and wild with lust. The power of the moment had taken over, and he didn't care if he sounded like a desperate slut. All he knew was that he wanted to be filled by them, to feel the burn of their thick, black cocks inside him.
Daniel couldn't resist the temptation anymore, his own need to claim Matthew's tight ass mixing with a strange sense of pride at the boy's willingness to serve. He pulled his cock out of Matthew's mouth with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting them briefly before it snapped. "You've earned it," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "You've done so good, baby."
