HIS HALLOWEEN TREAT (BL)

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IS HALLOWEEN TREAT

written by BRICTORIQUE.

DISCLAIMER:

A one shot story not intended for people who are homophobic, hates pedophilia and/or Coulrophobic. To simply put, this is not for the weak hearts. The names, characters, incidents and places are the product of the author’s imagination, and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to person living or dead or to an another story is entirely coincidental and unintentional. I hardly advised not to copy my work as all people have different mindset and ways of imaginations that they wish are real so please, create you own story line.

Date Created: October 20, 2019

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Tomorrow’s October 31st, which means it will be Trick-or-Treat again. Kids around my age, or should I say even a couple of grown-ups will either dress-up in scary costumes, cute characters, or even superheroes to either get a treat. If you’re not lucky enough, you’ll be getting a trick instead of a treat. It’s the most and not awaited time of the year since there will be a lot of stories about ghosts, legends, and myth, which some people do not like, but not for me.

I like the idea of getting scared with things that don’t exist. Y’know, those things that will make you terrified and once you grow up, you’ll realize how stupid you were once to believe on those, which seems funny to reminisce with, right?

I’m Dermillion Vernis. I’m a ten-year-old adopted son of Aunt Hilda. She’s my mother’s younger sister. As for my father, I don’t know what his name is or what he looks like because just like my mother, Rebecca, I didn’t get to know him at all. My mother died when she gave birth to me, and my father just seemed to vanish before I was born. I wonder if he’s still alive.

My Aunt Hilda is a middle-aged woman who’s made an oath to stay single all her life. When I was born, she found that spark of motherhood, buried deep within her, and decided to raise me. She gave me everything that a mother can give to her child. She still prefers to be called ‘Aunt’ though, as a sign of respect with my biological mother.

Sometimes, I wonder if my father is a good-looking man. You see, I didn’t get the chance to meet him or even see a picture of him from the things Rebecca left when she died. My Aunt only kept a few things when mom passed. Some of you might be curious as to why I wonder about it. Well, I get picked-on lot by the kids at school, especially the boys, They tease me since my soft features make me look like a girl because of my soft features, to the extent I often get bullied especially by Harold. but I don’t exactly look like my mother thou she’s pretty.

Harold and I are classmates and he always makes fun of me every time he sees me at school, telling me that I should just be wearing skirts instead of shorts. Tsk, talk about being an asshole. Though, I admit that he’s cute but that’s just that. I don’t like him in any way. I hate him because he’s annoying for Pete’s sake.

“Here you go, sweetie. Try it,” says Aunt Hilda handing me the costume she made for me for Halloween. She actually sewed it herself from the old fabrics she found on our basement.

“Thanks Aunt Hilda! but doesn’t this look a little too girly for me?” I ask.

I worriedly looked at the bunny costume. It’s cute thou but if I only knew this would be my costume for this year’s Halloween, I could’ve just wore my last year’s costume which was a scare crow. There nothing wrong with recycling costumes, I guess?

“Nonsense! You can never go wrong with a cute animal costume for Halloween or do you want to recycle your costume from last year and receive less candies again? Have you forgotten what happened to you last year when you went Trick-or-Treating? Most people got scared and did a trick on you because you made me do something I’m really good, at which is scaring the hell out of people.”

I softly chuckle remembering what she had just said. She is right though. A lot of people got scared of me and I almost got myself bathed with one of the houses I went to.

“But the kids at my school might recognize me right away and make fun of me,” I said, pouting in front of her at her work table.

“Trust me, they won’t. They might even give you their candies for being so adorable especially that boy named Harold. I really think he has a crush on you,” she says, wriggling her eyebrows at me and smirking.

“Aunt Hilda! That’s so gross!” I protested, trying not to puke from what she had just said. It makes me cringe to think that he and I could be holding hands years from now.

She bursts into laughter but quickly stop to caress my cheeks, “Watch your mouth, sweetie. Don’t say something that might change later. You and I know that I don’t hate you for being gay and I just want you to be love like how much I love you so I will not judge if you and Harold become lovers. You never know how Fate and Cupid can sometimes work together so better be good to Harold even if he’s not, ’kay?”

“Yes, Aunt Hilda,” I replied, forcing a smile.

The moment she left the room, I glanced again at my costume and sighed. I better work this or I’ll receive another year of less candies and more tricks.

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“Aww! Look at you. You’re so pretty and adorable, “ says Aunt Hilda, admiring the little make-up she did on my face. I hate my life. Now I really look like a girl. I’m done. If ever the kids at school see me especially Harold, allow me to sleep later and forever after.

“I’m a boy, Aunt Hilda!” I groaned.

“Correction, ‘gay’.” she replied, puckering her lips and showing me her sassy ass nails.

“Ugh, why do I have an aunt like you?” I said, rolling my eyes and smirking.

“Shut up and just tell the boys that will come at you later that you’re too young to be a sugar baby. Your Aunt is a psycho. You’re single but in relationship with Teletubbies and most of all, you still choke over a small ass banana,” she hissed.

“I hate this face! It’s a curse.” I said, whispering but Aunt Hilda was able to hear it still.

“Lion (pronounced as Lee-On), having a beautiful face is not a curse. To not have a face, is. Also, you got Rebecca’s beauty. I mean, I am also pretty but not just on the same level as hers.” she says, shrugging her shoulders.

“Yeah, a beauty which makes all the boys in town wants to fuck her, which my father did.” I said, annoyance is visible in my tone. I was not surprised at all when a light slap landed on my cheek which made me instantly regret what I had just said.

“Don’t you dare spit shit on your mother’s grave or there will be karma given to you. We don’t speak ill of the dead people, sweetie.” she says, seriousness is visible on her.

“Sorry. I was just stating a fact that I’ve been hearing for a while now.”

She closes her eyes for a minute and heaved a sigh. Sadness was visible on her eyes.

“I wish Rebecca’s here to tell you her and your father’s story, so you don’t have this pity or self-hatred towards yourself. I don’t want you to hate either of your parents too. Anyways, your father owes you a lot of explaining once he meets you.”

“Huh? What do you mean, Aunt Hilda?” I ask, curiosity is creeping into me.

She looks at me as if she was surprised for a minute and helps me get up from my seat and handed me my pumpkin basket that I’ll be using to collect treats later.

“Time really flies fast, don’t you think? Now get on your paws and fluffy tail on the street. It’s time for Trick-or-Treat,” she says, leading me to the front door.

“Bye, Aunt Hilda! See you later.” I said, waving my hand er, paws at her.

“Bye, Lion! Don’t forget what I told you earlier if boys come at you, ’kay? Better get a lot of treats and make sure to be home before 11 PM.”

It took a few steps away from my house to arrive at the first house where I will be trick-or-treating. I took deep breaths before I decided to knock on the door of Mrs. Smith to which she was dressed as a fairy godmother. I returned her smile at me when she opened the door. She’s this old woman who loves to bake cookies for her neighbors but seldom gets visited by her family members. Her husband died a few years ago, so she lives alone.

“Trick-or-Treat!” I said, giggling at her.

“Oh my, what an adorable bunny you are, Lion. Here’s some treats for you.” she says, dropping a handful of candies to my basket.

“Thanks, Mrs. Smith. You’re an adorable fairy godmother too. You deserve to be on Disney’s.” I said, making her cheeks flushed. I bid her goodbye and went to the next house.

Wearing this bunny outfit is not that bad at all. I think I’ll have a full pumpkin basket this year or so I thought.

I almost visited half of the houses on our street when a familiar voice called me. I looked around to see who it was and instantly frowned. Of course, it was Harold! Who else would have the audacity to call me by my name other than he?

Coincidentally, he was also wearing an animal costume and on top of that, was a Lion costume. A carnivorous animal who eats herbivore animals like mine who happens to be a bunny. Great! I started walking away and rolled my eyes at him without him knowing.

“Hey, bunny! Trying to hop away from me, huh?” he yelled. I bet he has this smirk on his face right now. Tsk, asshole.

“Leave me alone!” I yelled back, not sparing him a glance.

“Oh no, I won’t. Bunnies belong to Lions. So thus, Dermillion belongs to Harold.” he teases which made me stop and look back at him to which I was surprised because he was already an inch away from me.

“I don’t belong to anyone, asshole! Why don’t you just go fuck yourself?” I hissed.

“Feisty, I like that. And here I am thinking bunny is an innocent baby.” he says, licking his lips. Smirk visible on his.

“Jerk.” I said, pushing him away from me.

I guess I should head back home now. I’m already not in the mood to continue Trick-or-Treat and besides my basket is already halfway full. I was about to leave but he suddenly pulls me harshly and I saw his eyes darken with. . . I don’t know what’s that called but it made me shiver.

“A bunny like you deserve a trick that you’ll forever remember, don’t you think?”

I got scared when I noticed how his voice changed in a low tone and before he could do anything to me, I got away from his grip and ran as fast as I could, not even checking which road I was taking. I just kept running and running until there was no sight of Harold around me. I leaned on the tree I saw as I try to catch my breath. That was quite a run! Fuck Harold! Now I don’t know where I am! I am lost in the middle of nowhere!

All I could see is trees and a lonely one-way road and lamp posts with uneven lights and no houses to even go to and asks for direction. Shit, Aunt Hilda’s going to be worried and mad at me once I get home. This is all Harold’s fault!

Now, I start to get worried and scared as I walk alone in an empty road, hoping that there aren’t any stray dogs around that could harm me. I don’t know for how long I was walking as I start crying, feeling hopeless.

I just want to go home and sleep beside Aunt Hilda!

And when I was about to accept my fate that I wouldn’t be able to make it home, I heard a faint music from nearby. The music that was playing was familiar to me. I think I’ve heard that before. With a little hope in me, I followed the sound of the faint music, and from afar, I saw a small tent and bonfire. Around it are things which you could see from a circus, but there were no people. Circus whether big or small should have people on it, right? Or are they already sleeping? But, with the loud music still on? I doubt it.

As I was getting nearer and nearer on the tent, I could see how it looks old and kind of abandoned? Which suddenly made me shiver. The sound of the leaves ruffling because of the strong cold breeze is not helping either as it gives me the feels that I’m being watched the moment I decided to go here.

“H-Hello?” I called out; the moment I reached the place completely bewildered.

I think there’s no one in here.

I tried calling out again a few times but still couldn’t get any reply. I gulped in fear but decided to check the inside of the tent. I was curious why there’s a music as loud as the one’s playing in the background if there’s no one in here. I was surprised when I saw how almost the empty the inside of the tent was. It kind of stinks too! What was that smell?

I covered my nose and decided to get out of the tent as I don’t like the smell reeking inside, and I instantly screamed when a big clown dressed in a bulky costume came out of nowhere with an inanimately big smile plastered on his face. I felt like I’m going to faint. My heart was about to burst out of my ribcage and my legs felt numb.

“Hello! What’s a bunny like you doing in my house?” he asks, voice sounding exaggerated from excitement. I’m not scared of clowns but this one’s giving me the creeps by the way, especially with how he smiled and how his eyes look at me. I gulped and pretended to be unbothered. I smiled, looking down while playing the handle of my basket almost full of candies.

“I, uhm. .”

“You. .?” he leaned himself near my face and I suddenly felt myself blushing.

“I’m actually lost!” I finally said.

“Oohh, lost?” he repeated with a grin and looked at my pumpkin basket, “So you were doing trick-or-treat? I see. Would you like a treat?”

“T-Treat?” I ask, sounding suspicious of the clown.

“Yes, treat! It’s Halloween, right? Don’t you want more candies?”

“I-I actually would just want to go home if that’s okay. My Aunt’s probably looking for me and I do have a lot of candies already. These might take me a while to finish.”

“Nonsense! Your Aunt probably would not mind if you got home late. It’s Halloween! It’s understandable to get home late and come back with a lot of candies.” he says, winking at me. He touched my shoulders and guided me back inside the tent.

“B-But I just want to go home. If I stay uhm, a little would you show me the way back to town?” I ask, nervously.

“Of course!” he replied, grinning.

“Uhm, okay?” unsure if I should trust his reply but decided to do it anyway.

“Now then, close your eyes and I’ll count from one to ten and at the count of ten, that’s the time you will open your eyes to see your treat. Deal?! Deal!” he says, almost excited of whatever he was planning, not bothering to hear of what my answer will be.

With a nervous feeling slowly creeping up to me, I closed my eyes and listen to him count from one to ten. I felt him put me on my knees but I didn’t bother to open my eyes to know why he did that nor asks as I was practically obeying him so I could go home after.

“Ten!” I heard him say at last, and I immediately opened my eyes only for it to widen in horror, “Come on, kid! Don’t you like the treat?”

I opened my mouth only to remain voiceless. I couldn’t utter a single word. Is this for real? Really?

“Uh. . Why. . Is that. . ?!”

“Yes, as you can see, it is. Now, open your mouth and enjoy your treat.”

“No. . No! That’s not a treat! You tricked me!” I yelled and tried to move away from him but he pulled me back from my position.

“So, what are you going to do about it? Scream? Oh go ahead! Scream! But maybe later after you have your treat!” he says, and there goes his grin again that made my body tremble from fear.

This is not happening! This isn’t!

With teary eyes, he pulled my hair and force my mouth open and shoved his dick in for me to choke. I couldn’t understand what he was smiling about when obviously, I don’t like what I’m doing to him. I can’t even breath properly! And the taste! Oh come one, it’s not even sweet for a treat! How could he say this is a treat?

“Oh there! That’s the spot! Ugh!” he groaned with his head almost falling in pleasure while he continue to abuse my mouth with his dick. I sucked it only for me to have a little amount of air to breathe in but I felt disgusted while doing what he wanted me to do.

“Mmh!” my mouth widen in surprise when a hot liquid occupy my mouth and it tastes kind of salty that made me spit it the moment he removed his dick from my mouth.

“What are you doing, kid? You’re suppose to swallow it! That was part of my treat, you ungrateful shit!” he angrily said and pull my hair while I was still coughing, trying to remove all of the liquid that was in my mouth awhile ago with teary eyes.

“I. . I wanna go home. . Please, let me go home now.” I said, crying and begging.

“No! You’re not going home yet! Not until I receive my treat! You already receive yours so I should have mine too, right? Right!”

“No! No, please! I just wanna go home! Let me go!” I said, trying to get away from his tight grip on my arm.

“I said, no!” he yelled which terrified me and a slap came after. It was a hard slap that made me stumble on the ground and before I could even get up, he already got on top of me.

“It’s time for my treat!” he says, smiling like Ceshire cat from Alice in wonderland that send shivers to my spine.

“No! Please! Get off me! Stop!” I plead, crying while trying to push him away from me but he was too strong that he was able to get my hands on top of my head and remove the costume that Aunt Hilda made for me. Now, I’m naked and my body feels cold and the warm from his hands isn’t helping. It only gets me way more terrified!

I just want to go home! Please, someone! Save me, please!

“No! Stop! Not there! I. . Ugh! What. . What are you. . Hah! No, please stop!” I beg, as he starts to kiss, lick and suck my neck down to my chest and nipples like it was a food that he needs to consume immediately or it will spoil.

“What are you. . Please! Not that! Ugh! No, please! I. . I. . Hah!” I don’t know what to feel by now as he held my dick and starts to play with it. It feels funny in my tummy but at the same time, I am disgusted that a hand that isn’t mine is touching my private part and I hate to say it but, I don’t know. I don’t like what is happening but my body isn’t reacting like my mind that refuse to accept that it likes what is being done to me right now.

I caught myself screaming when a finger was inserted inside my butt hole.

“Oh, you like that? Let me add one more for you then.”

And he did what he had said. He add another finger to which made me scream even louder from awhile ago. This time, he didn’t just add for nothing but to playfully pull it out and in again to which sends pain and a different funny feeling inside me. I can’t help but to cry in pain and moan at the same time when there’s a thing inside me that is being hit by his fingers.

“Enjoying, are we?” he whispers in to my ear and I shook my head, disagreeing to what he said.

“Oh! I see, then let’s go to the main part if that’s the case, shall we?”

“M-Main part?” I asks, scared of what he might have in mind.

“Yes, the main part! The part where I will now be getting my treat!”

“And. . And that is?” I gulped in fear, still in the position where his fingers are inside my butt hole.

He pulled his fingers away and I felt relieved but only for a minute. He stretched apart my legs more and take a good look at my private for a second with a smirk written in his lips.

He held his dick and rub the tip into the side of my butt hole, “Your virginity!”

“My wha. .?! Aahhh! No! It hurts! Remove it! Please!” I plead, yelling and pushing him but later on dug my fingers into his skin when I realized there is no way he will do what I say.

I could feel my hole being ripped open and blood is gushing out from it.

“Trick or treat!” he yelled happily as he abuse my once tight hole.

“Come on, kid! Say it! Say trick or treat! We’re about to finish now!” he command as my mouth moan from the feeling my body is reacting from the disgusting thing the clown is doing to me. This is sick!

“Tri. . Trick. . Ugh! Mmh! Hah!. . Treat!”

“Again! Stop moaning, whore!” he angrily said and held my neck to choke me which made my eyes to get teary again. This is really sick! He’s sick!

“Tri. . Trick. . Or. . Treat!” I said, almost choking as his grip tightens.

“You forgot to smile! Smile as you say that! Don’t make me repeat!”

He continue to abuse my body and there is no way I can see him stopping unless I do what he said so with a heavy heart and disgust, I smiled with teary eyes and tried to stop myself from moaning.

“Trick or treat!” we said in unison and I felt a hot liquid fills me in and out from my own dick, only to see that he squirted it to my candies that was in my pumpkin.

I gulped and tried to catch my breath, knowing it was already over but. .

“It was a trick! The treat isn’t enough yet!” he said almost not tired of what just had happened and begin to put his dick inside of me again.

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Ten years after the incident that happened to me at the night of Halloween, I never went trick-or-treating again in fear of seeing the clown that had sexually abused me. Whenever I see a clown, I get scared and will scream and cry for mercy, even though they are not coming after me at all. I was diagnosed with PTSD with Coulrophobia by a mental specialist and it’s hard to open up to people and explain to them the condition that I have without being laughed at. The only good thing that happened to me is that Aunt Hilda never left, even when I’ve been such a pain in the ass for shutting her away, and blaming her for no reason when in the first place, it was really me who wanted to participate in trick-or-treat. Also, Harold. Thanks to him, he was there after what had happened to me. I don’t know what has gotten into him. Probably it was because as he told me it was partially his fault on why the incident happened, since he chased after me. Ten years later and somehow, he still blames himself at that to which I said that he doesn’t have to because after all, he’s also the one who immediately alerted the authorities in our area that I was missing that night, which led to my rescue. Thanks to him I was saved. I kept quiet about the incident. Only Aunt Hilda and Harold knew what really happened that night.

Fate surely loves a twist because guess what? Harold and I are dating. Aunt Hilda’s right. We would end up together. Who would’ve thought what she had told me that night on Halloween will come true? Anyway, today’s our one-year anniversary and silly it may sound but it’s also Halloween. Yes, Harold asked me to be his boyfriend on Halloween last year. Tonight, we will be spending our anniversary in his house. Harold is so excited since his father, who rarely comes home, will also be there. I heard from Harold how his dad is always busy with work, which is touring around the world. I don’t know with you, but his father’s work seems interesting. I wonder if he already visited almost all places here on Earth. I think I should ask him later.

I don’t know why I’m nervous. Probably because I don’t know if his father will accept us. I mean, his mother already did, but it’s different when it comes to a father, especially if he’s religious. He might end up either saying indecent words towards us or throw Harold out of his house.

Night came and Harold fetched me. We went to their house for dinner which his mother prepared for us. An hour passed, after we finish eating our dinner, Harold’s father, did not come home. We decided to call it a night. I went to sleep with Harold since his mother insisted that I spend the night with them since it’s already late.

It was around 12 midnight when I woke up from my sleep due to the noise downstairs. I slowly looked at Harold and saw him sleeping soundly and I debated to myself whether I should go down and check the noises or continue sleeping. I choose to do the first one.

I quietly went downstairs and searched for where the noise was coming from, and it led me to the kitchen and saw what almost felt like a nightmare.

Shit, please let this be a nightmare and let me wake up now.

C’mon, wake up now.

But I wasn’t dreaming. I know that back that is facing me. That body built. I knew it very well especially that costume. I suddenly had difficulty breathing, and my body is shaking frantically, which led me to accidentally stumbling on the table beside me, which made a loud noise and now, that familiar clown is now facing me, smiling widely in front of me.

“Oh, I know you.” he says, smiling almost animatedly to me.

“Wha. . What. . Really?” I asks almost inaudible.

“Of course, well, I didn’t expect to see you here, but I just talked to your Aunt Hilda earlier today. Are you perhaps a friend of my son?”

“No. . No, I’m not and did you just say you know my Aunt?”

He laughed so loud that I think others may have been awoken by their sleep by now.

And no, this should really be a dream. This clown couldn’t be Harold’s Father. No, no, no.

It can’t be. Harold didn’t tell me his father is working as a clown.

“Yeah, I visited her to know how my son’s doing.” he walks towards me with a grin on his face and covered my mouth. As soon as I was about to yell for help with tears rolling down my cheeks, “And she said that my son is in a relationship with a boy named Harold and guess what? I’m now standing in front of my first son who is in relationship with his stepbrother who happend to be my second son but never mind, let’s just keep this a secret to him, and I hope you do the same to mine. You know, about what happened eleven years ago between us.” He says, winking at me.

And then my vision went black afterwards.

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A/N:

Huehue. Hi, my dear readers. As you can see, this story is written in english. I hope you guys like it. I don’t know. This is my first time to write one and I hope you’re not creep out to what I had wrote.

This story was supposed to be publish way back November of 2019 but for some odd reason, I wasn’t able to until tonight of November 2021.

Anyway, happy halloween!

Trick or treat, I guess?