Halloween Night Ride The rumble of the Harley echoed through the streets as Duane cruised with a cigar hanging out of his roo muzzle, using a single hand to steer. It was that special night, the best night of the whole year when he would satisfy his deepest darkest needs on some unsuspecting little fuck cub. His plan this year was made in advance and he was on his way to a rec center where there was a traditional lockin with the kiddos after they had already enjoyed a night of ghoulish tricker treating! Turning into the parking lot, the roo made his way around to the back of the building and stopped just a few feet away from one of the back doors. Putting the kickstand down, and with a heavy thud from his leather boots on the pavement, Duane stood up with a creak of leather from his riding chaps. Taking one more puff off his cigar he flicked it into an open dumpster nearby, in his classic ‘I don’t give a fuck’ attitude. Pulling a set of keys on a ring from his pocket he casually twirled them around the end of his finger as he approached the locked door, and eased one of the keys into the lock to open it. The evil roo smiled as the door opened, and his ears were already picking up distant sounds of little kiddos playing and having fun. Stepping through the door, it soon closed and locked behind him. His heavy feet clopped almost with an equine quality as he walked down the tile floor, on his way to finding something cute and soft that would be worthy of him pressing his cock into tonight. Dressed in his normal biker gear that he always wore, it looked as if he was dressed in a Halloween costume like all the rest. Upon entering the main hall and common area, he saw at least 3 maybe 4 dozen different kiddos of various ages all engaged in activities and having fun doing what they enjoyed. He reached a hand down to adjust the bulge that formed in his jeans just as an adult voice pierced his ear. “Hey there!” greeted a likely parent or guardian. Duane turned his head, looking at the adult through the sunglasses still on top of his muzzle, hiding the look of disdain he had for the approaching male. The friendly-looking dog waved a hand and smiled, as your typical pussy whipped suburban ball-less bitch husband would, making his way over. Duane looked the guy up and down a single time and nodded his head as the parent continued “Hey how you doing? Hey, do you know by chance where there are some extra folding chairs? We want to set up a game of musical chairs for the kids in a little bit.” Duane smiled, not because of the genuine wholesome activity the dad likely wanted to play with his kids, but because Duane was picturing a game where several of the kids one by one sit down on his dick until there is only one left. “Hrm? Sorry, I was phased out there for a minute.” The roo came back to reality and gave a friendly shoulder pat to the dog. “Chairs! Yeah, I think there are some in one of the maintenance closets.” The roo bullshitted well enough. “Ah yeah, good idea, I’ll go have a look. Oh, great costume by the way!” the dad gave a thumbs up and approving nod as the dog padded off quickly, leaving him standing there with all this sweet eye candy before him. Duane sucked in a breath through his nose, damn the air was filled to the brim with innocence and he licked his chops, almost sure he could already taste the sweetness of the violation that would soon come to one of these cubs tonight. It was a good selection too, boys and girls, the younger ones looking about 4 or 5, and the oldest one looking about 12. Duane began to walk around the common area, inspecting, shopping, or even hunting more accurately for what was going to be something pretty and would feel good to fuck. Honestly, all these kids would feel great squirming around the root of his cock, but he couldn’t slaughter all of them, but the one he did choose was going to be the best out of the entire group. A basketball rolled up and came to a stop between the roo’s leather boots, an approaching kitten looking about 6 or so came running up but stopped a few feet before Duane and slowly looked up at him in awe of the massive mean-looking roo that towered over him. The boy looked shocked and almost ready to cry out in fear as the roo regarded the young boy. Duane grew a big smirk on the left side of his muzzle before he bent down picked up the basketball and held it in his hands. “This yours?” he asked the little kitten. The boy nodded and reached up with both hands as if to ask for it. Duane smiled and took the basketball and spun it around on the tip of one of his fingers, slapping at it until it developed a fast spin, and then looked down at the kitten who watched in awe. The roo smiled and squatted down “Let me see your finger.” He licked his lips and reached out to take the kitten’s tiny paw, gently pinched a finger between his own and thumb, and used the kitten’s little digit to take over as the balance point for the spinning ball. As the boy was transfixed on the spinning ball on his finger, something he could never figure out how to do himself, Duane’s other hand enjoyed a nice slow stroke down the cub’s back all the way down to his tight little bottom where he gave it a little playful pap, and it was enough of a jolt to make the ball roll off that kitten’s fingertip and onto the ground. The boy quickly chased after the ball and Duane considered for a moment how the kitten’s body would hug his footlong cock, squirming and crying upon it while his insides slowly milked him to a climax. The kitten picked up the basketball and was soon greeted by a slightly older brother who took his hand paw and led him over to a group of other kids as a cartoon movie was just starting. Duane smiled and considered for a moment how the brothers would look as they worked together kissing one another with his cock head between them. The roo’s eyes lifted as he stood up and scanned the room, and his eye stopped upon a lanky hoody-wearing fox, leaning into one of the far back corners, his face looking down at the phone in his paws, thumbs a blur of motion. Right away Duane could tell this boy didn’t want to be here, likely thinking himself too old and cool for this kind of activity. The kid did look like one of the older ones, maybe 12 or even 13. Normally the roo would shoot for the younger smaller and tighter cubs because he absolutely loved how tight they were on his cock, but the longer he stared at this lone fox in the corner, the more curious he became, until he had to go introduce himself. Padding over casually the roo took up a spot against the wall right beside the smaller kid, who didn’t even bother to regard Duane. The roo was silent for a minute before breaking the silence. “Yeah, this isn’t really my kind of thing either. You smoke weed yet?” The fox’s thumbs stopped instantly and his head lifted up from its down and forward position. “You got some?” he asked the roo. “Yeah, got a fat blunt in my saddlebag. I got a Harley out back, and I’ve got keys to this place. How about we take a ride, go get blitzed, have some fun, and then I bring you to pack here?” The fox looked up at the face of the strong-looking roo male, unable to see those eyes, but could tell the roo was very serious. “I, don’t have any money or nuffin’.” “Pft, I’m not looking for a few bucks kid, just some good company is all.” Pulling the ring of keys out from his pocket and spinning them around his finger before he shoved off the wall. “C’mon.” he snapped his fingers and started to walk off, keeping a casual stride. The fox pocketed his phone and started to follow Duane. Unlocking the back door he stepped out with the fox preteen just behind him and went up to mount his Harley. “You’re riding bitch. Don’t fret, it’s just what we call it anyone riding back. Though it is normally where we keep our bitches.” The roo kick-started the engine on the first try and gave a few loud revs and watched the small fuck toy climb up on the back. Those little arms wrapped around the roo, giving him a hug, which made the male stud smile wide as he hit the throttle and drove off into the night with a fresh little catch. Duane smiled and took a ride to a little picnic spot on the outside of town, with a nice covered pavilion, out of the way from anywhere and anyone that might bother the roo having his carnal pleasures tonight. He stopped and picked the fox up and off his bike, setting him on the ground, and showing the kid just how strong he was before pulling out the aforementioned blunt from one of his bags. “C’mon kid, let’s pop a squat on the table, and you can tell me why you’re not dressed up and having fun like all the rest of the kids.” The fox checked his phone really quick and sat with the roo on the picnic table. “I dunno, just kind of think it’s dumb I guess.” The fox watched Duane spark up the blunt and take a few puffs on it before passing it over to the boy. The fox took a few puffs and coughed a bit, his lungs still young and not really used to these kinds of things yet. Sitting there and watching the kid puff, the roo smiled and reached a hand down to squeeze at and push down on his dick through his jeans. “Yeah, takin’ man-sized hits there kid, good job. And I get ya on the whole dressing up thing. It’s a little silly. But still, you don’t get to enjoy it but once a year so why not, ya know? Have fun get into the mood, enjoy it. Halloween is one day of the year I always enjoy, just because of the kiddos getting to dress up.” Listening the fox nodded his head “Are you a biker for real or just, like once or twice a month?” The roo took the blunt back and took his turn with it. “I’m a full-time badass, cop killing, bitch rapin’, murderin’ mother fucker.” He looked at the boy with a big wide grin, wondering if he’d pick up on the not-so-subtle hint of who the boy took a ride out to nowhere with. The kid’s eyes widened and he tilted his head “For real? You’ve killed cops?” The roo just gave a gentle nod of his head and the kids took a slow deep breath, taking the offered blunt back “Wow, that’s really kind of cool. I never talked to someone that killed cops before.” “It’s not just cops that meet their end when I’m around.” The roo lowered a hand down and gently yet firmly gripped the back of the fox’s neck. “So why don’t you like cops?” The fox tensed up with the hand on his back and believed that he was sitting next to a killer, it was kind of scary but a rush and really kind of cool to him too. “Never met a cop that wasn’t a dick and screwed stuff up for me and my family.” The boy was starting to really feel the weed now and the roo began to gently kneed his thick strong fingers into his neck. “Feels nice.” He said and smiled up at the roo. Duane murred and leaned in a little closer to the kid “You know why I brought you out here tonight kid?” The boy looked up as Duane took off his sunglasses and tucked them into a vest pocket. The boy swallowed a lump in his throat. “Is it so we could just get high and nothing else?” The roo gave a slow shake of his head. “Is it cause you wanted to rape me?” The roo murred and gave a slow nod of his head. “Are you going to, murder me too?” “Well, it depends?” “What does it depend on?” the boy’s ears laid back and his head sunk into his shoulders. “If you can take my dick…” Duane reached between his legs and gripped his own bulge and gave it a good shake “…like a man and not be a bitch about it, I’ll drive you back to the rec center and drop you off. But if you can’t, then I’m gonna dump your body into a dumpster when I’m done punching your kidneys with my cock.” The roo passed the blunt back to the kid “Finish up that blunt kid.” The fox swallowed and took the last few puffs, his mind was blazed and he knew the roo would respond to a show of strength so he said “Jason, my name is Jason.” He flicked the blunt roach away and then straightened up his back as he pulled his hoody up and off the top of his head, baring his chest and fur to the roo. Duane quickly gripped the boy’s chin with a hand moved his muzzle down to the kid’s own and forced a deep lover kiss, pushing his tongue into the preteen’s mouth and to the back of his throat. Jason’s lips closed around that thick roo tongue and sucked on it firmly as his little hand reached up to cup the side of Duane’s face. The biker roo was impressed how the boy was leaning into it, knowing what was at risk, and who the kid was now sucking muzzles with. The fox pressed his mouth harder into Duane and stood up, turning to face the larger male and climbing up on top of where he sat, arms wrapping around Duane’s neck. He murred. Duane ran his hands up and down that thin little vulpine body as the kids straddled his lap, touching all those good spots on a cub that were soft, and then also working the kid’s own jeans down off his lower half. It only took a minute for all the kid’s clothes to lay on the ground and the sweet little foxy fuck toy to be bare. The weed likely had something to do with calming the boy doy and helping him not freak out, but instead to go long with the way this strong male roo was touching and using him. Jason sucked on Duane’s tongue for nearly 3 minutes before breaking the intense suction and looking into the eyes of a cold-blooded killer. Duane had darker and more violent desires for this cub, he wanted to bleed him, break bones, and make new holes in his body just to violate them too! But he took a moment to stare into Jason’s eyes deeply and consider what he wanted to do and to do to him. He stroked a hand across the side of the boy’s face, petting that soft vulpine head until Jason gently clasped his own hands over the paw of the roo, and directed the thick thumb of Duane’s between his vulpine lips. Looking right into the eyes of the man whose lap he sat on, he began sucking his thumb with the same kind of eager lust that was normally reserved for seasoned whores and true sluts. Duane was quite amused with this wanton display and worked his thumb in and out of those lips a few times, pressing down on the boy’s tongue which was soft and wet. “I got something better for you to suck on. Kneel on the ground bitch boy, and get those lips wet.” Jason slid down onto the ground and looked up at the roo sitting on the picnic table before him, watching the biker open up his jeans and pull out a truly fucking huge cock. It was 12 inches of truly massive cub-breaking dick. Jason had to take a moment to look at it in awe, before rising up and bringing his hands close to hold that mighty male organ. “There’s no way I can swallow all of it. You’re like a horse.” Jason said as he laid that firm cock over the top of his entire face and nuzzled it up and down letting his face fur drag over the tender flesh. The boy took in the rich male musk from Duane’s cock and crotch and began licking over that pulsing member as Duane’s hand cupped the back of his head and used the other one to draw and wipe that cock across the side of his face. “If you can't swallow every inch of my dick and get me off, the only choice I have is to fuck you in the ass. This cub killer has been forced into the bodies of little ones not even half your age. If you can't take it naturally, I’ll make it fit. I always do. Now open your mouth.” Duane extended his legs and pressed his cock head to those soft warm little underage lips and then Jason opened up, sucking that cock into his maw and closing down tight around it. There was clearly no way a kid his age could deepthroat a man like Duane, but it didn’t stop Jason from trying. Time and time again that kid choked himself on that cock, making heavy gulps and swallows as he tried to throat that dick, eyes welling up with tears over and over again. Duane loved watching the boy choke on him, it was a sexy noise he loved more than most things. He was kind enough to let the boy expel all his efforts to deepthroat him though, and gently pet across the kid’s ears as he did. Finally, the eager little fox pulled the muzzle of the precum-leaking cock head and held it against the side of his face “I’m sorry, I tried the best I could. I failed to take it like a man.” Duane grinned ear to ear “Nah, you’ve not failed anything yet, you’re just getting me warmed up for the fun part!” Duane cupped the boy’s chin, bent forward and down to kiss him between the eyes “Now it’s time for you to take it like a man.” The gender grip of the roo’s hands turned harsh, fingers grabbing a fist full of head fur and wrenching the kid’s head back as Duane stood up. He dragged the kid across the ground by his hair and then used that painful grip to pull the boy up and shove him face down over the edge of the picnic table, leaving his ass and legs dangling over the edge. Jason yelped and cried out as his hair was pulled, and gripped the hand holding it as his face was mashed onto the table “You’re sounding like a little bitch. Can't be surprised, you’re not even a teen yet are ya? If you wanna cry for your mommy to save you, it’ll make me cum harder and faster, just sayin’.” Jason huffed as he felt that cock head push up into his cleft and under his tail before his head was released, and then both his shoulders were gripped and held down tight to the table. The kid shook as the pressure grew on his tailhole, it hurt badly and then really bad! The fox was about to let out a scream when at the last moment he clenched his jaw and bared his teeth and growled, and groaned instead of screaming as his tailhole was opened up by the broad thick head of a roo cock. Jason’s hands gripped the edge of the table on either side and held on as tight as he could, pushing his claws in. The feel of a cock pushing into your body for the first time was not a fun feeling, he spread his legs out wide and tried to ease the pressure. For Duane, the feel of a warm snug ring sliding down his dick once again and knowing full well it was bringing agony to a helpless little kid, made the carnal pleasure all the more enjoyable. “FUUUUCK!!!” Jason cried out, screamed out, needing to vocalize his pain but finding a way to do so like a man might. “FUCK YOU! FUUUUCK YOU YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE MOTHER FUCKER!” He shouted at the roo, and Duane much to his enjoyment, spread his stance a little bit and pushed in harder and deeper sinking several more inches in to see if he could truly get the kid to break now that he was cursing like an adult. The sudden forced entry of another 5 inches of mammoth adult dick was too much for Jason and he threw his head back and let out a real bitch cry just then. Duane’s fur stood up on the back of his neck in that moment and he savored the victory. “AHHH, fuck yeah Jason, knew you’d fail, just another little bitch boy. That dick hurt, got some more to feed you, go ahead and cry, go on, scream like a little bitch with a skinned knee!” he encouraged as he leaned more weight onto Jason’s shoulders and forced the last 4 inches of dick into the boy under him, straightening his insides out and leaving his foot of dick firmly planted deeper than any dick should go in a body so young and small. Poor Jason was shaking and crying tears, but there were a few moments where the pain was so hard he couldn’t even breathe, his body tensing up so tightly that no noises came out of him until he finally felt the roo’s jeans and leather craps press onto the back of his ass and thighs. “You.. won't.. break me! I won't.. tap out!” the kid gritted his teeth and held the bulk of the pain within him and tried his best not to scream anymore like a little bitch. Duane huffed with pure joy at the realization that the kid was begging for his limits to be tested and broken. The spirit in this one was grand, and he knew he could truly test it, and if he felt like it was right at the end, he’d break that kid like it was a newborn infant in a truckstop bathroom! “Yeah boy, you got it! You took a foot of roo dick, now you’re gonna get FUCKED!” Duane dragged his cock back slowly, all the way back until the head was inside and then he firmly and quickly shoved it all the way back in, but not truly slamming it home. Instead, he gave the kid’s insides a long deep slow stroke with his organ, and then another, and another, and kept going on without stopping. The full length of roo dick was sliding in and out of that tight little ass and Duane was savoring the sweet noises that came out of his little child prey. Gasping and huffing to try and endure what was happening, the boy continued to growl and groan but somehow managed to hold in any screams or outwrite crying. Soon the sensations began to numb, and the boy couldn’t even feel his legs which dangled limp and lifeless as the adult slowly increased the speed of the railing. It was several minutes of hell before Jason began feeling lightheaded, the constant punching of his internal organs by that huge dick was having an impact, and the death grip he had on the edges of the table soon softened. Duane grabbed both of Jason’s wrists and moved them up above the kid’s own head. Leaning in close the kid’s ears he said “Mmmmm, you’re soft and weak, I should kill you and dump you in a ditch, how about that?” Groaning and squirming, trying to pull his hand free the fox replied “Unngh.. n.. noooo.. I wont.. give up!” “You’ve already lost, just admit it, admit you’re a bitch and I’ll end you good and fast, you wont even feel me cumming inside you.” “Aaaahhhh, fuck you.. I wont tap out.. I wont give up.. I’m not a b..bitch!” Jason continued to hang on. This drove Duane wild, he knew the kid’s insides were raw and bruised and sore and the kid was in no position save himself, and yet the boy defied a quick end to all the suffering. Licking up the tears from the side of Jason’s face he pulled the kid’s body up and off the table and held him tight to the biker’s thick muscled chest, letting gravity pull that little fleshlight of a fox down on his massive cock. “Let’s see what breaks first, your ribs, or my climax!” Duane wrapped his arms around the boy's middle and began to squeeze in a bear hug, compressing that tiny vulpine trunk tighter and tighter. This was it, the moment Duane loved, the ending to a perfect violation and rape, where fate was decided. His arms crushed that chest inward and he felt the crack of a rib followed by a cry from the fox. His balls contracted and his orgasm started, liquid fire began to rush through his loins as his cock throbbed harder and swelled with impending release. All while his arms continue to crush that preteen into his own barrel chest harder, another crack of a rib on the other side, another cry from Jason, but the kid didn’t beg for it to stop, he didn’t beg for an end, he just took it, and like the little man he was, he also took Duane’s huge load of cum! Semen flooded that tightly packed passage and backtracked out around Duane’s huge cock and dripped down onto the ground as Jason’s head hung forward, drooling as his body shook and vibrated in pain. Duane’s arms finally began to ease up, the body inhaling breath as soon as his chest was allowed to expand again. The kid sobbed, truly sobbed hard now but as the final shot of rape cum splattered the kid’s busted insides, Duane leaned forward and gently laid the fox face down on the table, grabbed the boy’s hips, lifting them slightly as he pumped his cock back and forth a few more times before finally pulling all the way out and letting a gush of hot roo sperm splatter the ground. Jason’s tail served as the useful cum rag that a fox’s tail always was used for after moments like these, to clean that roo dick off. Jason was breathing in short little huffs, whimpering now, no longer sobbing out loud, the pain was starting to dull again, and now that the roo had released the boy entirely, he just wanted to lay there, didn’t want to move, didn’t want to do anything but lay there and die, but it was a smart thing he didn’t say that to Duane. The roo looked down upon the fox that lay there, having taken a man’s fucking, a predator’s fucking, and made it to the end. Sure the kid did cry out a bit, but in the roo’s eyes he didn’t break in spirit, and that was enough to earn just enough respect from the roo that he didn’t crush the kid’s face under his heel. Duane picked up the kid’s clothes, stuffed them into one of his bags and then carried Jason over, and slumped the boy over the bike like the limp cargo he was. It was a short ride back, and no one really noticed the fucked out cum leaking 12-year-old laying across the roo’s gas tank. Back to the rec center he rode and once there, he almost tenderly laid Jason with his back against the wall, just beside the back door, and set his clothes down next to him, leaving him nude, sore, but alive. Squatting down next to the kid, Duane gave the kid’s face a few little slaps to wake him up. “Jason, you did good for a kid your age. You’re a tough little bastard.” He said giving the kid’s hair a little ruffle. “Anyone fucks with you, and you need me to sort them out…” the roo produced a card from his pocket with his number on it. “..you call me, and I’ll get your back.” The roo slips the card into the pocket on the boy’s hoody and then gently holds the boy’s chin and leans in close. “No one is ever going to fuck with you, you took it like a man, and you are a man now.” He pulls his sunglasses out from his pocket, unfolds them, and slips them onto the kid’s face. “When you get older, you and I will take a road trip and fuck some bitches.” He pats the kid’s thigh. “See you in a few years.” The roo walked back to his Harley and mounted it and just before he could start it up, Jason called out. “Hey…” Duane looked over at the kid. “…I’m gonna grow up and be just like you, one day.” Jason’s head slowly lowered down as he faded in and out of consciousness. Duane grinned and started up his hardley with a kick and gave it an extra loud rev before leaving rubber as he peeled out. Another Halloween gone bye.