Facing the big bodybuilder stood a freckle-faced wizard, to judge by his flowing black robe and pointed hat, and who looked to be in his late teens. He stood about a six inches shorter than the Stony's own six foot three and had on a leash what Stony guessed was someone in a realistic-looking costume of a winged dragon about three feet tall.
"Oh, I could look even younger if I wanted to. Anyway, Draco here is young enough for trick or treating."
Draco looked up; Stony saw smoke rise from its nostrils.
"That's quite a costume you're wearing, Draco," said Stony. "But I'm still out of treats -- the Johnson kids from down the street cleaned me out."
The young-looking wizard pulled a wand from the air. "Draco is not wearing a costume, by the way; and I -- let me introduce myself: I am Rufus the Red -- Red to friends, Rufus to all others. And, since you won't give us a treat, whatever the reason, then by the Sacred Rules of Halloween Trickery and Treating, we may inflict a trick upon you." Rufus flicked his wand once --
And suddenly, Stony was naked, his powerfully muscled body bereft of clothing. "Hey!" he yelped. "Somebody might see us." He backed into the front room of his house; Rufus and Draco followed him in. "And -- and you're naked too!" he added, taking in the red-headed wizard's physique -- that of a gymnast rather than a competition bodybuilder like himself.
Rufus glanced down at himself. "That spell does tend to splatter a bit -- but then, so will this one." He flicked his wand a second time --
Stony felt, then watched his cock stiffen, then grow till it was more than a foot long and easily two inches thick.
"-- but not too much." The freckle-faced wizard touched his own shaft --
His is just a seven-incher -- no, an eight, Stony told himself, but it looks just as hard as mine. "I'm dreaming, right?"
"Then dream your way out of my next spell." Rufus frowned, concentrating. "You're name's Stony, is it not? This spell has to be exactly right." Rufus flicked his wand a third time --
Stony's front room abruptly became a stone-walled dungeon. Stony stumbled backward one pace -- another -- and felt cold stone against his broad back. Before he could move, shackles closed around wrists and ankles, shackles on short chains anchored to the wall behind him.
"There -- I got this spell right, didn't I?" asked Rufus.
Stony rattled his chains, tried to pull himself free, then relaxed with a sigh. "I s'pose so. Either this is the weirdest dream I've had in my whole fucking life, or --"
"Or what?"
"Or it's really happening." He strained at the chains again. "Okay, it's for real. Now what?"
"We prepare our treat. Draco?"
The little dragon waddled to Stony, huffed once -- a puff of smoke blew from its nostrils -- huffed again -- a long plume of smoke this time -- then exhaled a wisp of flame that quickly grew to a steady blaze that enveloped Stony's balls and swirled along his rock-hard prong. Stony's pubic brush and the hair on his balls flared up, then blew away in ashes.
Heat sank into Stony's prong and balls -- burning, charring heat that somehow softened as Rufus made calming motions with his wand.
"What the fuck --" Stony stared; the flames were still enveloping his organs, cooking them as he watched -- somehow, he knew the flames were cooking his prong and his balls -- but he realized that being roasted alive like this felt more erotic rather than agonizing.
"Just a little extra spell to take the edge off. Otherwise . . ." Rufus's voice trailed off.
"Yeah -- I'd be screaming my fucking head off. What happens next -- no, don't tell me; I can guesss. As soon as I'm nicely cooked all the way through --"
"Exactly." The naked wizard glanced at his wrist, now fitted with a wristwatch Stony was sure hadn't been there before. "This shouldn't take long. Draco's flames are --" and he drifted off into an explanation which no doubt would have been fascinating were Stony not concentrating on the sight and feel of his shaft and balls slowly roasting in the flames.
Eventually, Rufus announced, "You should be done now."
Stony nodded. "I don't know how I know, but -- but I think so too."
"So. Now the next step."
"Getting eaten?"
Rufus nodded. He twitched his wand; Draco's flames shrank, then flickered out. "Now -- if I take off the shackles?"
"I'll -- I'll stay put."
Rufus twitched his wand again; suddenly Stony was unshackled, standing in his restored front room. He put his hands on his hips and looked down, and watched Rufus kneel on the living-room rug, clamp his teeth onto Stony's glans, and start chewing.
And -- Stony didn't understand how or why -- watching his prong disappear into Rufus's mouth -- feeling himself being chewed up and eaten -- eaten alive -- all this was turning him on, really turning him on. He felt pressure build in the roots of his prong, them pumped his load into the youthful-looking wizard, who sucked hard, swallowed it all, then kept on eating.
Twice more -- three times in all -- Stony pumped his cream into Rufus's hungry mouth, until, at last, his shaft had been eaten right down to the hilt and he had been sucked dry.
"Now --" said Rufus.
"My balls?"
Rufus's wand became small knife. Stony curled his hips forward invitingly, then watched his balls being cut off.
"This one, you get." The red-headed wizard stood up and handed Stony one of his freshly roasted balls.
"But -- do I gotta?"
"If you don't --" Rufus popped the other ball into his own mouth and started chewing.
"Okay, okay. Don't rush me. I -- I just gotta get the fuck used to the idea." Stony weighed his hot, freshly roasted organ in his hand for a moment more, then gingerly tucked his ball -- with bag -- into his mouth and began to chew.
The meat tasted better -- and went down more easily -- than Stony expected. Finished, he frowned at Rufus and said, "Y'know, a guy could get t' like eating those things."
Rufus grinned and licked his lips. "Now that you've done that -- how long do you want to be when I make you grow back?"
"Grow back?" Stony licked his lips. "Hey, just who the fuck is getting a treat out of this deal, anyhow?"
"We both are -- all three of us, if you have some gasoline in the house for Draco here. How long do you want your prong to be, this time?"
"You mean I got a choice? As long as I was a few minutes ago would be kind of awkward. So, how about -- maybe -- eight inches?"
Rufus flicked his wand, then collapsed it into nothing as Stony felt something stir, then begin to grow where his shaft and balls had been. "This'll take a few minutes."
"I'll go see if I've got some gas in the basement. Unleaded okay?"
"And when you do get back -- how about checking out your new eight-incher on me?" asked Rufus. "Don't tell anybody, but I kinda like getting fucked by big muscle-studs like you."
"It's a deal. After I finish fucking you, do you want to change places and fuck me? And -- and if we're gonna get that close, how 'bout you letting me call you `Red' from now on?"