Duane’s Harley sat in the driveway of the random suburban home in a nice neighborhood a few hours ahead of dusk. Tonight was Halloween, such a fun holiday for someone like the roo with his special tastes and desires. The night when all the little cuties get all dressed up and venture out in search of candy and fun. He equally was looking for his own special sweet treat and fun tonight too. He found it much easier to borrow someone’s random house on these nights, and once again after taking care of the young single mother, he was left to enjoy the few hours alone with her young son before trick or treaters would start knowing on their front door. 

The sound of Chucky played in the background on the TV in the living room, the biker roo’s strong arms stretched out along the backrest of the sofa, legs splayed open, his pants on the floor, and kneeling between his legs was a very lucky and cute 12-year-old otter boy, gently licking his soft tongue up the kangaroo’s foot long cock, keeping him hard, wet, and very happy. Duane’s eyes gazed down upon the little guy as he watched that little face disappear behind his cock repeatedly, feeling that warm tongue pressing to the base of his dick and sheath, dragging all the way up the underside to the leaking head. He loved seeing beads of his own precum being licked away by soft innocent virgin tongues.  

Once in a while, the evil roo would grab the root of his dick and playfully slap it down on the preteen’s face and purr at the sensation and the shocked expression the boy would make. “You look real pretty kiddo when my cock is beating down on your face. So, would you like to have a nice hard ride on this dick before the night it up?” 

The boy shivered and looked up with that long thing prick laying across his cheek, covering one he, pressed to the side of his muzzle. He was scared for his life, scared for his mother currently tied up and tossed into a hallway closet. Duane had given the boy the proper speech about what would happen if the kid was too much trouble, or if he tried to get help, or if he was stupid enough to try and run away. Trying to be a strong little guy he looked up at Duane’s strong facial features and gave a nod of his head. “If you want me to, then yes sir.” He shivered, his eyes looking at the 12 thick inches of man dick covered in his own saliva and leaking precum onto his face. 

“Mmmm that’s a good answer boy. Tell you what, after I pick out the little trick or treater I wanna wreck tonight, if I’m still pent up after banging that boy to bits, I’ll let you finish me up and give you a nice goodbye load, shot good and deep inside your guts. Deal?” The roo grinned ear to ear. The poor otter boy could only nod his head in acceptance of anything Duane wanted to him. With the deal made, he reached a hand down to the middle of his cock, wrapped his fist around it, and milked up a nice big bubble of precum which the boy licked up and swallowed before Duane pushed the leaking head of his prick between the kid’s lips. “Keep me hard and leaking, here pretty soon I bet we start getting some candy coming to the door.” He patted the otter cub’s head with his hand, watching the boy suck and swallow the juices the bad man shared with him. 

Sitting there watching the boy suck on his cock was actually a pretty hard thing to endure because Duane had to resist the urge to pull that pretty mouth all the way down on his dick and feel that tight clenching gullet hug his cock. Duane’s need to destroy something through sex continued to grow, he was edging his own predatory need to be savage and ruin something young and innocent, and a part of him nagged so strongly to take his lusts out on this sweet otter boy. But the preteen boy was too old for what Duane really wanted to do to get off tonight. It had been a long time since he fucked something so hard that his cock broke them, and with 12 thick inches of boy busting dick, he had to find prey that was softer, younger, smaller, and tighter for him to break. It was a pleasure unlike anything else, using your cock to end someone, and it always lead to Duane’s most powerful releases. 

DING-DONG! A wide smile appeared over Duane’s lips as he pulled his cock free from the otter cub’s mouth and stood up. Snatching up otter mom’s cell phone and checking the ring doorbell he could see a group of little costumed cubbies at the door, chaperoned by two parents. “C’mon kid, you’re up.” He said, walking over to the door still half nude, dick sticking out in the air as he grabbed the doorknob and the otter pup grabbed the bowl of candy. The roo opened the door and hid behind it, slowly stroking his cock with one hand as the pup put on a brave face and fake smile and greeted the little kids and dished out candy to them. It didn’t take long before was able to close the door and stroked his own cock from head to base, keeping himself hard as his little boy toy set the bowl of candy down. “I counted 4 little cuties in that group, yes?”

The otter pup nodded his head, laying his ears back. “Yes um.” He answered, dropping to his knees and presenting his open mouth to the roo with his tongue hanging out. 

Looking down into that warm inviting mouth and seeing the dark back of his gullet, Duane growled with predatory delight. “And that means 4 deepthroats on my special otter boy.” Just then a muffled groan and shuffling noise came from the wall behind the roo, mom clearly complaining that her child’s throat was about to hug Duane’s massive dick. The roo banged fist off the wall. “Shut up bitch! Or I’ll do something worse to your son than stretch his throat out!” After giving it a few moments to make sure mom gave up her pointless protest from inside the closet, he smiled and stepped up before the kneeling boy, widened his stance as he guided his cock head between those lips again, and felt them hug his pulsing cock. This was going to be a test of his willpower, not to just rape the kid’s throat until he got off, but he was a master at keeping himself on edge and enjoying such deviant acts. 

His large strong hands took hold of either side of the otter’s small head, trapping it like it was in a vice. With his grip firm, he pushed his hips forward with firm smooth pressure and felt his manhood breach the otter’s gullet and slide down into the boy’s neck. He took a half step forward and kept pushing until the boy’s face was smashed into his loins. Duane moaned “Ooooh fuckin’ yeah baby, oooh you got a sweet sweet throat! That’s one!” Stroking his hands firmly over the boy’s ear to the back of his head the roo pulled his hips back until the head of his cock was just pressed to the kid’s gullet, and then he smoothly pushed his dick all the way back inside. “Twooooo baby boy!” he groaned. 

The otter was shaking, almost violently, it was so scary feeling his breath being cut off from him and then feeling the warm firm body of the adult roo grind into his nose and face. Those strong hands held his head so tight that he had no chance of pulling back. The feel of that cock dragging out of his cock and pushing right back in again make every choke and gag reflex work in overdrive against that cock, adding to Duane’s own enjoyment and pleasure. 

Again he pulled back with the same smooth deliberate action and movement of his hips until the head of his pulsing dick popped from that throat, and he didn’t wait at all or give the kid a chance to sneak in a quick breath before he took that throat as his own personal cock sleeve again. “Mmmmm three kiddo! On you’re such a bad boy for letting me do this to you, you deserve this I think!” he pushed all the way in and held it just a little bit longer this time. Duane had one more thrust and this last one the predator in him wanted to make itself known, so gripping the kid’s head extra hard, his hips tensed, claws pressed into the carpeted floor as he make a quick harsh tug back with his hips and then an equally harsh shove forward to really fuck that kid’s throat. His dick was jumping and pulsing in his throat, spitting precum down it for sure. “GRrrrr.. four you fucking bitch boy!” he growled, licking his lips, thinking about how god damn great it would feel if he could just hold the boy here and let him suffocate. That need, that desire to let his cum splatter down this otter’s throat was mounting, maybe he should do it, fucking end this little thing now, put him out of his misery. 

The otter was low on air and starting to try and pull his head back, needing to clear his throat to breathe. Duane could feel the struggle and make sure to hold the boy down there a little longer and really draw out the sweet sensations of a convulsing gullet hugging his cock, his bunched-up sheath pressed to the boy’s soft lips. The otter wouldn’t be the first or the last little one choke to death on his cock, there would be plenty of others to go out like that yet. 

DING-DONG! “Grrrr… fuck!” Duane said under his breath as he was standing right next to the door. He pulled his cock free from the pup’s throat, it was slick with juices and right away the boy started to cough and gasp to catch his breath. With dick rock solid, Duane pulled up the app on the phone and looked at the camera, and saw two little ones, a younger one and older, likely brothers, no parents. He considered maybe bagging two toys, but a look down at the otter confirmed that he really wanted to tease the cub he had kneeling in front of him a bit longer. He’d wait for better prey, something to truly catch his eye before letting the pup’s throat have a good rest. “You’re up pup. Get that bowl ready.” 

Duane opened the door and hid behind it again, and the same cycle repeated, for every cub that got away, the otter’s throat made up for it between doorbell rings. Of course, Duane couldn’t fill all the time between those rings with constantly having his throat shoved down the kid’s throat. He found other ways to abuse the boy and keep himself hard and dripping as he waited for the right kiddo to come to the door and present themselves. Duane loved asking the otter to suck on two of his thick fingers and get them good and wet first, before then having the otter pressed face-first to the door, those wet fingers shoved down the back of the kid’s pants, under his tailhole and probing that tight virgin tailhole deep. The roo after all was going to have to give this kid a goodbye fuck, so he figured he would work on loosening the kid up just a bit, but also loved when he could press on a kid’s prostate and watch them try to climb the wall the was pushed again. This pup didn’t disappoint either, his preteen body seemed to love having his prostate rubbed and yet didn’t know how to handle that intense pleasure. 

It was about 40 minutes into the trick or treat time before Duane spotted something that looked just right for what he wanted tonight coming to the door, and it didn’t look like the boy was being escorted. “Hey, I think we got a winner here.” He said, zooming in on the approaching cubby dressed up as Capt Jack Sparrow, a nice department store outfit, orange pumpkin pail in hand. DING-DONG! “Mmmmmm, yeah, he’s the one, step back, I got this,” Duane said, stroking his cock  before opening the door up wide, quickly, flashing the boy whose eyes dropped down at the adult dick point at him in confusion and shock. “A pirate!” Duane said “ARG MATEY! I’m gonna make ya’ ride this plank ‘ere!” He reached out with a hand and quickly grabbed the boy by his throat and neck, lifted him off his feet, and pulled him in through the door before shutting it fast, locking it, and switching off the outside light. 

With what looked to be a 7-year-old cub in his hand now being held against the door, he looked into the big eyes of the boy and said “Time to plunder ya booty!” The boy started to kick and flail about, dropping his pumpkin filled with treats to the floor as Duane carried him into the living room, hugging the kid to his chest and relishing the way that small body struggled against him. If it were possible, it would make his dick even harder now that he had a new cub in his grasp to rape. “Haha.. struggle alls ya want, yer not escaping matey!” the roo playfully put on his best pirate voice as he carried the struggling foxy cub over to the sofa and shoved him down onto it, and then climbed on top. Using one hand on the boy’s head and shoving his face down into the cushion, he worked the kid’s pants down with his free hand until his rump was just exposed. 

“Look, alive Captain, here comes the torpedo!” Duane laughed, looking over at the otter who stood just beside the sofa, watching, fidgeting with his fingers as the boy under the roo begged for help. Mom started to make noise from the closet again too, but it was no use, nothing was going to stop the roo’s massive cock now. He guided his head to the wiggling struggling kiddo’s bottom, pressed it up between that soft cleft. Then he felt the warm kiss of a tailhole against his slick dripping cock head. “Ready…” he looked at the otter with a wide grin and flexed his eyebrows with a chuckle. “..AIM…” with his cock head wedged against the boy’s hole his hand shifted to hold the kid’s small hip. The fox cried out loudly in fear and the otter whimpered. “… … FIRE!” Duane shoved his powerful roo hips forward, his cock slammed into that tender now broken rectum, halfway in a single thrust! The fox’s small body jerked forward and then Duane shoved the kid’s whole head and face firmly into the cushion to muffle the scream of pain that would erupt out of him, and did. 

Duane moaned out loud and laughed in joy “Ohhh.. direct hit captain! We’re taking on water!!” he murred and laid down over the top of the boy, flattening him out on the sofa and using his broad chest to crush the kid down into the cushions until he couldn’t do anything but squirm and scream. Looking over at the otter he would grin “When you’re a man, you get to take whatever you want in life.” He says as if trying to teach the otter a life lesson, before he shoved his hips down and the otter was left to watch more of that slick roo dick sink into the fox cub under him. “Mmmmm, and you don’t have to worry about others.” The fox clearly protesting the rape, it didn’t slow or stop Duane though. “I’m going to fuck this little bitch until he’s dead because I can because it feels fucking great. Stand there and watch a man work.” Duane directed his attention down to the fox, lifting his chest off his new victim a bit to let the boy’s head gasp for air as the roo began to rut. 

The adult made sure to keep the boy pinned, so he could fuck hard and firm, yanking his cock out slamming it back in like he was hate fucking the kid, and in a way he was. Duane’s foot-long cock couldn’t fit naturally into a cub this young, he had to break and tear the kid’s insides up if he wanted to get fully sheathed inside, and that meant fucking with his powerful hoppity hips! Bracing his feet against the armrest, he grunted with heavy thrusts which also made the wooden sofa frame creak loudly almost like a bed. The cub’s insides paid the price of the hard thrusts, that tiny tight passage never was meant for a dick this big, and so after about two dozen hard heavy thrusts, there was a thrust where the otter could clearly see the roo’s hips sinking in deeper. Duane hissed and sighed in pure pleasure and slowly sunk his cock down the rest of the way after feeling those insides give way and tear. 

“Ahhhh.. fucking yesssss! Mmmmmm that’s what daddy wants to feel.” He said, savoring the feel of the head of his cock reaching new depths deep inside the kid’s torso it felt like. “All.. the… way… IN!” he grunted and flexed his cock as he finally felt his hips compress the fox’s sweet bubble butt, and his balls went into overdrive to produce more precum. It was truly a feeling better than everything else, feeling your cock breaking someone’s insides, hurting them, damaging them, ruining them not with a club, or any metal, but with your own dick becoming a lethal weapon. “Sucks to be you kid huh?” the mean roo joked. He held his dick in deep and savored how hot and tight the kid’s insides were before he resumed his hard fucking. 

Duane grabbed the fox’s wrists and held them behind the boy’s back, and used his other hand to grind the boy’s head into the sofa again, leaning forward and truly compressing that tiny skull under his larger muscled adult body as his hips banged again and that cock started to rearrange the kid’s insides. “Mmmmmm god it feels so good when my cock starts moving a bitch’s insides about to make room!” Duane said, hanging his tongue out as a look of bliss started to spread over his face. He was panting harder, toes clenching as his nuts which has been working hard for quite some time was finally going to be allowed to unload. The fox’s poor soft body was beaten to the point of being limp by the powerful thrusts that would injure an adult alone, but on someone, his side was going to prove to be fatal. That massive dick ripped and tore into his tender insides in a vicious and brutal way, making sure that survival was no longer a possibility. Duane quickly changed his position as he started feeling that wonderful rush through his loins. 

Moving onto his knees and uncovering the boy, he grabbed those soft hips and pulled the boy’s body up and with his hands continued yanking that limp dying boy back against his hips while thrusting forward. Every violent thrust was mirrored by a needy grunt from the roo, simply trying to shove his dick deeper and deeper into his victim. There was no halting the release now, his lips curled into a predatory snarl, he slipped his hands around the boy’s middle and clenched tight, and then arched his own back while shoving his hips forward. His cock was straight as a broad within the kid’s body and he roared as the thick cum vein swelled and hot rape cum exploded into the broken insides of yet another kid. With his head thrown back, he shot all of his predatory lusts and needs as deep as he could into the broken fox. There had to be over a dozen shots of thick roo spunk which poured into the limp silent fox now. Duane then started to pant heavily, huffing as that warm afterglow of release washed over his body and brought a big smile to his face. “Oooooooooh fuck yes! Oh yes.. good foxy, good boy. Just like that!”

Looking over at the otter who stood there with eyes shifting between Duane and the fox, the roo beckoned the preteen over with a hand, and when the otter pup was close enough he gently pulled the boy’s head in and gave him a deep lover kiss, using his tongue lick all inside the boy’s mouth. The otter oddly enough felt reassured by the deep adult kiss. While Duane kisses the otter boy, he pulled his cock free from the fox, dripping with cum, and still very hard. Duane’s hand reached down to start working the otter’s own pants down his hips, only stopping after he worked them down to the kid’s ankles, and then he finished the deep kiss. “Mmmmm, your turn now boy. C’mon up.” He slapped the back of the fox boy. “Layover the top of the fox, and I’ll give you a poke.” 

The pup let out a long whine of dismay and wanted to run away, having just watched the fox be raped to death, now was it his turn to be raped dead by the roo. “Please sir, I was good, I did everything right! No no no don’t kill me too.” 

The boy started to panic, but Duane grinned and carefully pulled the trembling boy onto the sofa and hushed his frightened prey to soothe and settle him until he was laying down over the top of the cooling vulpine cock sleeve. Duane carefully and tenderly stroked the otter’s back, ass, tail, and legs before he laid over the top of the boy and let the weight of his body hold and pin his first victim of the night. With his cock still hard and guided to that water-tight ass of the otter, he pushed himself up against that hole he pre-stretched earlier and starts to kiss the back of the boy’s neck. “Don’t fight now, you’ve done so well. Just keep giving in to what I want, keep letting me win.” He whispered to the otter’s ears as he raises his hips up, and then the pressure started to increase. The pup’s sweet virgin hole was taken by the roo, slowly, as gently as he could with having a nearly wrist-thick dick to work inside an underage boy’s ass. He licked the otter’s face and savored those tears that leaked out as he put himself into the otter’s body. This boy’s insides were able to take a foot-long cock, however just barely. 

Duane could feel the firm pressure against the head of his cock just as his hips compressed that firm otter backside. “Mmmmm you fit like a glove, kid. I think you and I were meant to be together. Shhhhh,  shhhh, don’t cry no more.” He continued to whisper as he held his manhood inside the pup and allowed him to get used to it a bit longer. “Just relax, just lay there and let me take what I want from you. That’s all you need to do.” The otter felt his wrists being grabbed and pulled up above his head. Duane could tell the otter was giving in because there was no resistance in those arms. “Good pup, now, time for your goodbye fuck.” He pursed his lips and kissed the boy between his ears on the back of his head. The evil roo then began to slowly fuck the kid, pulling back an inch or two, not much and pushing it back in. Short quick little humps, but still the kid’s entire passage was stroked with that motion, including his prostate. It was a nice rapid humping until the brutal long rape fuck the fox was given. 

The otter’s body reacted to stimulation as you’d expect it to, by the kid getting aroused and hard himself. With his body stretched out, pinned under a heavy adult, laying on top of a smaller still warm dead fox, and the constant back and forth of a dick grinding his prostate, of course, his cock got hard, and it was all outside of his own control. Duane’s hand snaked its way between the otter and the fox and clenched that hard 12-year-old cock and gave it some firm tugs to help the kid along his ride of pleasure. The slow steady ass rape of the otter continued for what seemed like an hour, with Duane kissing his neck, pushing his tongue into the boy’s mouth, tweaking his nipples, pinching his cock head, doing everything to the boy’s soft tender body to fill it with unwanted pleasure until after 20 long minutes of trying to deny it, the otter’s young body finally accepted that the roo owned him and Duane felt the pup cumming. Of course, the kid moaned and made such sexy noises too, and knowing he just forced the kid into anal orgasm and a nice slow steady second fuck of a sweet virgin ass, well that worked Duane up enough to dump the second batch of rape cream into the boy’s watertight hole. 

Duane gave the boy a full minute to lay there compressed under his muscled body and bask in the afterload of his first actual full-on intercourse with someone before he spoke. “Mmmm, you’re going grow up and be one of two things now. Either you’re going to be a man like me, who takes whatever he wants, and enjoys the fruits this life has to give you. Or you’re going to lust for me that reminds you of me, and spend a life serving their needs. But there is one fact that is never going to escape you for the rest of your life.” Pressing his lips to the boy’s ear he whispers. “I took you, I own you, and every time you’re with someone else, you’re always going to be thinking of me.” Duane pushed his tongue up against the side of the boy’s face and gave him a dominant lick right up check which drew a gasp from the body, and when that warm lick finished, just as fast as it was, the roo pulled his cock out of the otter, leaving him feeling cold, void, and empty inside. 

Slipping off the sofa he stood there and looked at the otter, laying there on top of a dead fox, neither boy moving. Not only did Duane just get his violent rape fix again, but he just raped and mind fucked the poor otter kid. Putting his pants back on he just smiled at his handiwork, the mess he left of the sofa, and without saying another word, left the otter alive to live out the rest of his life knowing that no one would ever match up for the kid, and do to him what Duane did. Duane walked out the front door and never looked back. Another Halloween passed, and damn it is a good one this year!