My Trick is Your Treat
Trick or treat! Smell my feet! Give me something good to eat! If you don't, I don't care, I'll pull down your underwear!
It was a jovial little rhyme, something innocently uttered by kids all over the country on that most liminal of nights. But for little Billy Cipher, it was so much more. It was a promise, a covenant, something that bound him and whoever heard it.
How this little demon loved All Hallows Eve, the night when he could easily pass into the world of men and spend a night doing as he pleased to whom he pleased. And all it took was that one, innocuous phrase that may as well have been made by himself.
Billy Cipher walked down the street, one of hundreds of children, blending in with his little suit, his horns, his eyepatch and his one glowing golden eye.
He even had a plastic pumpkin in his hand with a moderate haul. It was just for show, though, Billy Cipher's actual treats were all around him. Jumping and skipping up and down the footpaths, dressed and disguised, bolstered by a rush of sugar and the promise of spooky movies with family when they got home.
Their childish mirth fuelled him in turn, making him stronger, strengthening his covenant.
Little Billy Cipher walked in step with a gaggle of boys and girls as they went through a gate and up a yard to some inconsequential house.
He made his way to the front, the group parting as if he were naturally meant to be at the front. He knocked, and when the door opened, he made his promise.
"Trick or treat! Smell my feet! Give me something good to eat! If you don't, I don't care, I'll pull down your underwear!"
And like a snap of a cord, the covenant set in! He could feel six threads protruding from his very being, one in front and five behind. The one in front snapped forever when the adult human dropped something into his plastic pumpkin. But the other five didn't. They all herded in front of him to get their dues in turn.
That didn't matter though. He waited until the adult shut their door and the gaggle of five turned, all comparing what they'd been given until they found something blocking their path.
Billy held up his pumpkin, a broad grimace curled across his tanned face.
"You heard me: give me something good to eat!"
They all stalled, looking from each other to Billy, then to the busy street behind him. One boy stepped forward, his head up to Bill's chin and dressed as a little Dracula.
Snap! The covenant between him and Bill was gone, and he scuttled back to throngs of faux demons wandering the streets.
Slowly and grumpily, three of the other kids all deposited the smallest, most disposable piece of candy from their own buckets into Bill's, but even those meagre offerings were enough to release them from the promise.
There was just one holdout. He stood there, his side turned to bill and a hand over the top of his own pumpkin pail. He was looking at the ground, seemingly hoping to go unnoticed. But he would not go unnoticed by Billy so long as this cord from his very core kept them connected.
"Well?"
The boy, whose features were hidden under the guise of a werewolf, was showing none of the tenacity his costume otherwise alluded to. The plush maw of the wolf that rested atop his head was aimed at the ground.
"You can't have any," he muttered, wrapping his arms around the pail.
"You sure?" Billy Cipher asked, taking a step closer. "You remember my promise, right?"
"What are you talking about?"
The boy looked up at Billy, his brown eyes watery, his skin pale and his hands trembling.
"Trick or treat," he stood a step forward. "Smell my feet," another step. "Give me something good to eat." Billy was now standing right up to the boy, so close that he could smell the tears forming in his eyes. "If you don't, I don't care," He leaned in and whispered in his ear. "I'll pull down your underwear."
The boy's pumpkin pail rattled in his hands. He sniffed back tears in defiance of this taller boy. He couldn't let his candy get taken by some random bully! What would his sister think? They were going to merge their hauls later and he couldn't be bringing the smaller share again.
"Go away," he stuttered, taking a step back and stumbling against a crack in the stone slab of the driveway. Then the boy remembered, he was right in front of someone's house! The lady living there seemed sweet, and her house smelled like his grandma's. She would save him from this bully!
He swivelled on his heel, ready to make it back to the porch in a single bound! But a sharp sound hit him from behind that was so piercing that it made him wince and bring his hands to his head.
Snap! Billy Cipher held a hand out, his thumb sticking out in the aftermath of a finger snap.
"I told you, if you didn't, I'd pull down your underwear." The grin on Billy Cipher's face almost split it in two. His one visible eye glowed gold as he took another step towards the boy. He closed a fist around the middle of his werewolf onesie's back, right around the zipper.
"Don't!" But the boy's protest was unheard, but even if it had been, it would've gone unheeded. A sound more terrible than the snap filled the driveway.
The scared boy shivered in horror when he felt his costume get torn away from him. First the back blew open, then the front fell away. He dropped his pail to hold the bottom half up around his waist.
"Stop!" He begged, tears finally tracking down his cheeks.
"No, you broke our promise." Billy Cipher's voice melted into the boy's ear like warm honey. He felt pinkness creeping onto his cheeks in spite of the cold. That pink darkened to red when he felt the other boy press up against his bottom.
Billy placed his hands on the scared boy's hips, held them tight and took a lurching step forward. The boy yelped and threw his hands out in front of himself to keep from slamming face-first into the door. He shivered as his legs went bare, the entirety of his costume, bar the headpiece, now having fallen to the ground.
The only thing blocking his red briefs from the rest of the world was the bully currently pressed up against him. The boy pressed his eyes and mouth shut. The last thing he wanted to do now was sob openly.
He hoped that they'd made enough noise to alert the nice lady in the house and have her come open the door, but the more the bully's hands went up his sides, around his chest and down to his stomach, the more he doubted it.
"Please stop," he begged, his knees knocking and tears escaping down his cheeks. "Please."
Billy Cipher felt a mirthful heat bubble in his chest. He licked his lips and stood tall. He placed his hands on the small of the little oath-breaker's back, waited a moment and slid them down.
The boy yelped and clenched at the intrusive and unwelcome touch. He tried to step away, but his ankles were trapped in place by the costume his bully was standing on.
"I'll pull down your underwear," Billy Cipher said, kneading the rear of the boy's red briefs. He slid his hands up the backs of the leg holes and squeezed. The boy's ass, even when clenched and wriggling, was soft as a baby's. He felt the mirthful heat in his chest drop into a darker heat in the pit of his stomach as he continued to knead and his trousers got tighter.
"Please don't," The boy begged, trying desperately to step out of his costume. "I'll do anything, I swear!"
"You swear?" The lustful grimace that'd overtaken Billy Cipher's face melted into a playful grin. He pulled his hands out of the boy's underwear and took a step back. The boy took this chance to turn around and face him.
His face was a mess of tears, yet there was still something in those eyes that defied Billy, something fiery that he felt the carnal urge to snuff out.
"I swear." The boy gulped as he stood there, nearly naked with the fresh feel of too-familiar hands on his bottom.
"What's your name, kid?"
"Dipper," he answered as he wiped his cheeks with the back of his hand.
"Billy Cipher." Billy offered a hand with a high bow and a hand behind his back. "And I promise to not pull your underwear down if you do everything I ask tonight. I'll even give you everything I get tonight too. Is it a deal?"
Dipper looked at the offered hand and then to the boy holding it out. He was weird but terrifying. The way he stood, the way he spoke, his entire demeanour compelled him to reach out and shake. So, he did, especially with the promise of a double haul of candy for the night.
But what he failed to see were the crossed fingers Billy Cipher held behind his back.
"Alright, we've made a deal, and now we seal it with a kiss."
Before Dipper could register, the warmth of Billy's hand left his and he was pressed up against the cold wooden door. His wrists were pinned by his sides and he felt a strange heat pool in his boy bits as Billy's knee pressed up against them. Another warmth quickly aided it when the strange boy pressed his lips hard against Dipper's.
He moaned and struggled, but all that did was make the heat in his boyhood more intense. And it seemed that the more noise he made, the harder Billy pressed himself against him. So, he stilled himself and remained as quiet as possible, trying to ignore the hot wetness that was Billy's mouth.
Dipper had only recently given thought to what his first kiss might have been like. Of all the scenarios his imagination provided, the reality was far removed from even the wildest of them.
Billy pulled away and it seemed like the heat of the sun itself had vanished. He felt the chill of the night air tenfold against his skin, raising it in goosebumps all over. All except for his lips, which felt so warm and tingly that he expected there to be light emanating from them.
And there was. His eyes widened as they noticed a glimmer under his nose. Then that warmth went past his lips and into his mouth, the light along with it. Down his throat and through his chest it went, and when he looked down it was as if he'd become nothing more than a shell with a ball of light slowly dropping down the middle of it.
The light and its warmth dropped until it got to his stomach where it rested for a moment of pure, inexplicable warmth and comfort before settling deeper into his boyhood. He flushed crimson as the outline of his stiffened cocklet glowed from under his briefs. He went to cover it, but the glow seeped through his fingers.
Dipper looked up at Billy who only had an unreadable smile for him. When he looked down again, the glow was gone and with it the warmth it provided.
He shivered and bent down to pick up the scraps of his costume.
"No," Billy said as he grabbed him by the upper arm. "You said you'd do everything I asked, and I'm asking you to leave it."
"But people will see me!"
"Don't worry about that, Dippy," Billy lightly clapped Dipper's cheek. "All you have to worry about for the rest of the night is honouring our deal this time."
"But," Dipper started, but was cut off when Billy yanked at the waistband of his briefs. For an instant, his boyhood was visible, stiffer than it'd ever been at just over two inches and completely hairless. He cupped his hands over it, a shock of pleasure unlike anything he'd known sparking through his body and making him moan.
Billy let go of the waistband and let the elastic snap back around Dipper's wrists.
"Step out of your costume, pick up your pail and candy, and follow me. We're going trick or treating together tonight."
His lip trembling and his eyes watering anew, Dipper pulled his ankles out of the remains of his costume, removed his hands from his underwear, and picked up his candy. All as Billy Cipher asked.
Dipper sniffed as fresh tears went down his cheeks. He had his pail in one hand while the other was tucked away from the cold under his armpit. He caught his refection in the front window as he and Billy approached the gate.
There he was, in nothing but his skimpy red briefs, tennis shoes, and the cartoony wolf head on top of his own.
"What was the light?" he asked just as Billy Cipher unlatched the gate.
The other boy stopped, peered over his shoulder, and smirked at Dipper. His one visible eye glowed brighter than ever as his mouth opened.
"A little gift, Dippy, to make sure you do as you're told." He turned and got close enough to Dipper for their chests to touch. The shorter boy cupped his hands over his front and looked anywhere but at his bully.
"Because, if you don't do everything I say, not only will I pull down your underwear, but you'll start to glow bright as the sun! And everyone will see you butt naked!"
Dipper's heart dropped into his stomach, and he sniffled some more.
"I'll do as you say," he said, his voice lower than the lightest autumn breeze.
"Good boy."
Though, the first steps onto the sidewalk were not what Dipper expected. He expected to be pointed and laughed at, mocked and shamed, but it was as if no-one saw anything weird at all, as if he weren't almost entirely naked with a humiliating tent in the front of his briefs.
There was no way that everyone would just be this polite or happen to not notice. Something was up. He may not be popular, brave, or strong, but he could tell when something fishy was happening, and something smelled rotten about Cipher.
But as much of a hunch Dipper had, there wasn't anything he could do about it. He had to do whatever Cipher wanted or be left naked in the middle of the street where anyone could see him. He'd never live it down for the rest of his life. Knowing his luck, there'd be someone to get the whole thing on camera.
"You walk ahead," Cipher snapped when Dipper started to lag. The smaller boy jumped and strode quickly to the front. He chastised himself for seeming like such a coward, but when Cipher told him to do something, his gut and groin got uncomfortably hot. It was a reflex, something to make it stop. That was all.
"Go up to this house."
Dipper had been so caught up in feeling sorry for himself that he jumped again when Cipher spoke. And again, when he hesitated, that heat started to pool in his gut, so his legs started trotting across the lawn before he had a say.
Cipher followed right behind him, and when they got to the door, he was literally breathing down his neck.
The girl at the front of the pack knocked and when there was an answer, everyone rang out a chorus of:
"Trick or treat!"
All except Dipper, who only gasped when he felt Cipher's hand go into the back of his underwear. He groped and squeezed a cheek while the other kids all got their piece and left. Then it was just Dipper and Cipher, and when Dipper was offered his treat, Cipher took a firm grip of the back of his underwear.
"C'mon, don't be shy, it's your turn," the young man at the door said, holding out the massive plastic bowl of candy. But Dipper was just a couple steps away, and it didn't seem like Billy Cipher was gonna let go anytime soon.
"Go on, take some," he whispered in Dipper's ear. His grip on the underwear tightened.
Dipper gulped and took a step forward. The back of his underwear stayed with Billy and grew uncomfortably tight on his front.
He grunted and moaned with scarlet cheeks as more and more of his naked bottom went on show for Billy Cipher to see.
"Trick or treat," he mumbled, his knees knocking with the strain to stay standing in that spot. The instant the candy was in his pail, Billy let go of his underwear and they snapped into place. He yelped and put his hand to the small of his back to quell the smarting.
"The door's unlocked. Go inside to the middle of where everyone is, drop your underwear, and show them everything," Billy whispered. He then pressed the outline of his cock up against Dipper's cheeks and slid a hand under the side of his waistband and slowly migrated around front.
"And when you do, jack off until you finish."
His face went blazing hot, his chest felt like it was about to collapse in on itself, and that heat in the pit of his stomach almost started to burn.
But then he thought about how nobody looked at him weird. Billy must've been doing something to make everyone see something normal. So, it stood to reason that the same would apply in there, right?
He had to think so. It was the only way he was able to take a step forward and push open the door that was left slightly ajar.
Fake cobwebs decorated the walls inside the house, and the large candy bowl was left beside the door. Dipper heard most of the commotion at the end of the hall. His clammy hands clenched and unclenched, the heat coming back with his stalling.
He took a step forward, his cocklet straining against his underwear. If anyone were to look at him from the side, they'd be able to get a peak at the base of his shaft and his little nuts.
He walked forward, the blaring music drowning out the sound of his own heartbeat.
He pushed the door at the end of the hall open and walked in. No one seemed to take notice of him at first – the guy who'd opened the door was nowhere to be seen.
This looked like a more grown-up party than any he'd been to. There were empty bottles and cans strewn across every flat surface, and young men and women were dancing to too-loud music Dipper wasn't allowed to listen to.
Not only that, but every one of them were dressed up as something almost as skimpy as Dipper himself.
He swallowed and walked slowly into the middle of the room, right between a dining area and the kitchen, and where more people out in the garden could look in if they wanted to.
He held onto the waistband of his underwear with both hands, looked around just to make sure he still wasn't being noticed, and pushed them down. He flushed crimson from ear to nipple as the briefs fell to his ankles.
He kept his fists by his sides and started to turn in a circle, showing everyone everything he had. From his pert little bottom to his two-inch tallywhacker, all of it was on display to these drunk strangers.
As he turned, he flinched every time he thought someone was looking at him, only to act as if there wasn't a butt-naked boy turning on the spot right in front of them.
But then he had to do the other thing Billy Cipher said to do. He had to jack off. The only thing was, jacking off wasn't something Dipper was very good at.
Privacy wasn't a thing at home, his twin sister saw to that. And with only one bathroom, he didn't get to use there either. And not to mention, he'd only discovered the whole thing a few months ago, so he had barely learned what felt good.
Now he had to do it in a room full of people, every single one of whom could potentially see past whatever Billy Cipher was doing and watch him.
He wrapped his fist around his little member and slowly started to pump it. He pressed his lips together with a whimper. A surge went from the tip of his little member all the way to his fingers and toes and back. He stroked again and gasped, clapping a hand over his mouth as if he could possibly be heard over the music.
Dipper's eyes skirted around the room as he pumped himself faster and faster. His eyes closed tight and images he'd never conceived of flashed through his brain. Him on his knees before Billy Cipher, his hands running through Dipper's hair and caressing down his back and cupping his ass. Dipper wrapping his arms around Billy's waist and taking it into his mouth, and then himself grinding his little member against his leg.
In his little fantasy, Dipper humped, and humped, and humped, not stopping until his cock, the pit of his stomach and then the rest of his body exploded and lit aflame in pleasure unlike anything he'd known in his short life.
Dipper screamed his pleasure aloud as his cocklet spasmed and twitched in his fist, shooting a long, thin string of clear cum from the tip of his cock onto the hardwood floor. He took deep breaths as he slowed his strokes, reality coming back as orgasmic bliss left him.
But as he came down from his high, the music started to go quiet. The loudness and the dancing and all the talk slowed to nothing as Dipper felt eyes on him. More and more until the entire room was staring right at him, right at his naked body, at his cum-drenched hand, at the mess he'd made.
"What the fuck?"
Dipper's body flushed red as his chest started to pound like a war drum. He scrambled to go the way he came but tripped and fell over his underwear. He tried to yank them up from around his ankles as he scuttled across the floor and up onto his feet.
No-one seemed to want to even brush the naked pre-teen boy who just came in the middle of the room, so the crowd parted for him like the Red Sea, pressing themselves against other people and the walls just to let him by.
He swung the front door open so hard it swung back closed behind him and darted down over the lawn again.
Billy was there, grinning at him. He did that. He stopped whatever had been keeping him from being seen right at the worst moment. He glared at him, tears of frustration and humiliation streaking down his face as he realised that he was outside again with his underwear only halfway up his thighs.
He yanked them up and made them as right as he could.
"Why did you do that?" he demanded, stalking right up to Billy Cipher and poking him in the chest.
"I didn't," he said, taking Dipper's hand and pressing the knuckles against his lips. "You did. When you came. Was it good? What were you thinking about?"
It was then that shame started to weigh on Dipper. He flushed again and stared at the ground.
"Well?"
Cipher didn't snap or bark the word, but even so, Dipper flinched. Then he nodded and felt a fresh set of tears trickle down his cheeks.
"Well, now that we have that squared away, let's move on."
Dipper could only do as he was told. He walked in front of Billy Cipher, he went to the houses he commanded, and committed whatever act Billy Cipher could think of.
One involved dropping his underwear to his ankles as he answered the door and stroking himself to the point of near climax and then shuffling back with said underwear around his ankles. For the house after that, he had to give Cipher his underwear and streak completely naked up a steep, well-lit driveway.
He stroked himself the entire way there with the looming threat of the spell dropping if he didn't. And when he got to the door, he had to relieve himself on the homeowner. Just his luck, the one handing out candy was a boy in his mid-teens, with jet-black hair, piercing blue eyes and freckles kissed across his cheeks.
He smiled at dipper, whose cocklet pulsed as the teen looked at him, at his naked body. He didn't know what Billy Cipher was making him see, but Dipper knew it couldn't be anything like his real self. No boy like that would smile and wink at the real Dipper Pines.
But dipper had his orders, so as this handsome boy spoke to him, he wrapped his fist around his stiffy and aimed it down at the teen's feet. He whimpered as he went, a pleasure quite unlike anything he'd experienced coursing through his boyhood with the stream.
Whatever it was, it made Billy Cipher's cackle ring through his ears.
But then finally, when his task was complete and the teen's socks were sodden, Dipper felt the compulsion to keep his fist around his cock and stroke.
Despite his mind begging him to stop as that crescendo neared, his wrist worked on its own. He whimpered and mewled as the handsome teen told him about his photography collection, and how he was making a collage of costumes.
Without realising, Dipper agreed to be an entry, and far too late, he saw the camera in the teen's hands.
The flash went off as Dipper came, shooting a thin, milky rope onto the teen's socks to join everything else.
Then the camera came down. The face it'd been hiding was now looking at Dipper slack-jawed, his eyes able to see every inch of him in the porch light.
Dipper realised his predicament several seconds later, seconds in which the teen finally felt how soggy his feet were.
Dipper ran with a slew of curses bouncing against his back. He made it back to Billy Cipher and his miserable grimace. The other boy tossed him his underwear and he pulled them up so fast he almost gave himself a wedgie.
"Have fun?"
Dipper just sobbed as he took his position in front of Cipher and continued their walk. He just needed to get away before the teen came to look for him. He didn't know if the illusion around him broke permanently for those who saw him cum, but he wasn't about to take the risk.
Several houses and one more humiliating orgasm later – wherein he made a mother shriek as his cum landed on her seven-year-old son's vampire cape – Dipper and Billy Cipher were sauntering on the edge of town. Dipper had been too preoccupied to notice that he was almost home.
He didn't know how the other boy knew where he lived, only that now he was never sleeping with the window open ever again.
"Oi!"
Dipper yelped when he felt a cold, hard smack burn into his left ass-cheek.
"Didn't you hear me, Dippy?" Billy Cipher asked as he pressed his chest against Dipper's back. The smaller boy felt the other's bulge press between his cheeks, sending a tremor down his spine.
"No," he stuttered, holding his brimming pail of candy over his crotch, where a tent was steadily pitching.
"I said we only have one more house, and this time, you have quite the task to complete."
Dipper suppressed a sob when he felt hot breath and a wet tongue against his ear.
"And if you don't do as I say, everyone who saw you tonight is gonna, whoops, find everything they need to know about Mason Pines in their letterboxes in the morning."
Dipper sobbed.
"But if you do, then to them, it'll all be a dream, and like most dreams, they'll fade from their minds forever. Just another weird thing or two." He slid his hands into the sides of Dipper's underwear and pushed them down.
"Now here is exactly what you're gonna do," Billy Cipher started. And as he went on, Dipper's stomach churned, and his cock quivered against his will.
"Now go!"
Another smack to the ass had Dipper scampering across the lawn. It hurt and he cried. Not just from the pain, but from what he'd been told to do. He didn't know if he had it in him, but if he didn't his life would be over. And Billy Cipher swore that no-one except the both of them would remember it if he did! He didn't have much reason to believe him, but it was his only option.
He knocked. His stomach dropped.
Then he was there, about five or six years old, watching Dipper with a store-brand chocolate bar in one hand.
"Hello?"
"Trick or treat," Dipper stuttered, his toes curling. "Smell my feet, give me something good to eat! If you don't, I don't care, I'll pull down your underwear!"
A bead of precum pearled in Dipper's tip as the boy's eyes went up and down his body. And even worse, his eyes followed as the bead of cum dropped from his cocklet to the porch.
"Why're you nakey?"
Dipper's insides turned to mulch as his face, ears and chest all flared. The handle of the pail slipped through his shaking fingers and clattered to the ground. He didn't even have the wherewithal to cup himself as a blond, middle-aged woman came into the doorway.
"Norman, sweety, who is it?"
Dipper's knees knocked as his eyes met Norman's mother's. But instead of the shriek of alarm and the panicked covering of her child's eyes he expected, she just smiled at him.
"Oh dear, seems like you dropped something." She kneeled, picked up Dipper's pail and refilled it with his scattered candy.
"Gotta be more careful, you know, especially with a haul like this. Speaking of." The woman plucked the store-brand candy bar from her son's fingers and placed it with the rest of Dipper's candy.
"Hey!" Norman protested.
"Ah-ah, you have enough candy, young man, you can do with one thing less.
"It's okay, he already gave me something," Dipper said, finding his voice at last. He held the candy bar back out to Norman, praying he'd take the peace offering.
Doing this meant veering from Cipher's script, but that feeling he'd felt when looking at the freckled teen from earlier was back with a vengeance. And it sparked every time his eyes caught Norman's.
Logically, he knew it was because of that light Cipher had kissed into him earlier, but his body and his cock didn't care. Both of those forces were allied in what they wanted; the latter even had the courtesy to point right at it.
"Mom, can I talk with my friend for a bit?" Norman asked after a moment of furrowing his brows. Dipper didn't know why, but this boy, who seemed the exception to Cipher's spell, wanted to talk with him, and he didn't know if that boded well for him.
Nothing about Cipher ever seemed to.
"Oh, sure thing, honey, just close the door, you're letting all the cold in."
Then the door was closed and a cross-armed Norman was looking right at Dipper's hard-on. Dipper didn't cover himself; it was a rule that Cipher had set. No covering, no hiding, no blocking anyone's view.
And now this much younger boy was staring right at his dick.
"Are you a ghost?" Norman asked, taking a step closer to Dipper. "Cos if you are, you don't look like the others."
Dipper's eyes went wide and his cheeks clenched. Ghosts? What was Norman on about? And what did he mean by "others"? Were they real too, as well as whatever sorcery Billy Cipher dabbled in that hid his nakedness from most of the world?
And if they were, could this boy see them? Did Billy know? And if so, was that why this was the last house? A special choice just to enhance his humiliation?
"Uh, kinda?" Dipper wrung his hands and shivered as a stiff breeze hit his back.
"But my mom could see you, but I don't think she saw that you were naked." Norman looked Dipper up and down, his eyes focusing on his stiffy. His hand then went into his own pants to hold himself, as if he was wondering why his own didn't do that.
"Yeah, well, um, I'm not really a ghost, but, but"
But what? Even if he told the truth, would Norman believe him? And even if he did, would he help him?
"But I'm from the other side, and I'm able to make people not see the real me!"
Dipper knew that the best lies were sprinkled with bits of truth, and by mixing some of his tangible torment with some white lies he thought he could more easily convince Norman to do what he needed him to do.
"Oh, I guess that makes sense," Norman said, his brows furrowed again. "I can see regular ghosts, so I guess it makes sense I can see the real you too."
Dipper's heart skipped a beat at the mention of ghosts. If they were real too, and he had no reason to believe they weren't, could they see him? The real him? And would they see what he was about to try to do?
"But because I'm here, I can't see the ghosts like I usually would! Are there any here right now?"
"No, grandma likes to go out on Halloween to mess with grandpa, and she's the only one who hangs around here."
Relief flooded through Dipper. That was one less thing to deal with.
"But why're you here?" Norman asked, pointing at Dipper before dropping his hand to his hip. "Do you need something from me?"
He said it in a way that made it seem like this was a regular occurrence, another chore akin to taking the bins out or raking the lawn.
"Yeah, I do actually. Um…" Now came the crucial moment, the convincing, the lying, the part of Cipher's order that made Dipper shake to his very core. He knew in his heart of hearts that this was wrong, that Norman didn't deserve this, but he had his order, and his body seemed to be on Cipher's side.
His mouth went dry as he started to form his scripted words, his hands went clammy and his stomach jittered with excitement.
He made himself sick.
"I need you to help me with something," he said, his eyes darting down. "And since you can actually see me, you're the only one who can." His pail rattled in his hand.
"Oh?" Norman's eyes zoned in on Dipper's cock as he quirked his head sideways. "Is it something to do with your willy?"
Dipper blushed and nodded.
"Yeah, it is. But we can't do it here!" The last thing he needed was a potential audience for this. "We have to go somewhere no one else can see, otherwise it won't work."
"I get it, it's ghost stuff. I can help! I help out ghosts all the time. Even weird ones like you." Norman took Dipper's hand and the naked boy held it tight.
He looked Norman up and down. He was thin, with brown hair that stuck up like a nest of stalagmites. But with kind eyes and a soft face.
"Mom! I'm going out with my friend for a bit, not going far," Norman announced through the letterbox before hopping off his porch with Dipper in tow.
"Where are we going?" Dipper asked.
"Somewhere private, my fort!"
And what a fort it was. It was hidden away in a copse of trees behind the boy's house. Dipper had to suck in his belly and walk carefully to avoid being scratched by pointy branches, but he made it through no worse for wear.
And now they were there, in Norman's tree fort, kept up by thick branches and covered with heavy brush. The front was kept hidden by blankets of moss, the inside lit up with a hanging battery lamp, and the ground covered by a large, thick quilt.
"It's nice in here," Dipper said as he sat on the quilt. It was soft and dry, far from what one would expect in a place like this.
"Yeah, one of my ghost friends was an explorer, and he showed me how to make a good shelter!" he nattered as he sat across from Dipper.
The fort was the perfect size for two friends. Enough space to sit across from one another, lie next to each other, to play games together.
And now it was time to play Cipher's game. The one in which Dipper was his central piece and wherein Norman was the goal.
"But how can I help you?" His little face beamed at Dipper, ready and willing for anything. He felt a pang of guilt that was quickly snuffed out by the tremor in his cocklet. Nothing, not even his own conscience, was allowed to get in his way.
"Well, first, you need to be naked too." Dipper blushed, not believing that he'd been bold enough to actually say the words.
"Oh? Uh, okay." Norman stood and toed his shoes off. He then sat on a box at the back end of the fort and pulled off his socks. Dipper's mouth went dry as he stretched and pulled his shirt over his head. His smooth, supple little chest and stomach looked perfectly shaped for his own hands.
A bead of white dribbled from Dipper's tip and down his shaft. He wrapped his hand around his member and suppressed a moan. He had a show to watch, and it afforded no distractions.
Norman stood up again and unzipped his jeans. Then his thumbs hooked into them and his underwear.
"Wait!" Dipper interjected, leaning forward and reaching his hand out to Norman's crotch. He stopped only a couple of inches short, then saw that the other boy was looking down at him with wide eyes.
"I mean, I should do that." He shuffled forward so he was kneeling before the boy, so close to his best parts.
"Yes, you should." Dipper's blood ran cold as a low hissing breathed against his ear. He dared to glance to the side, his worst fears confirmed.
Billy Cipher was there, a smirk on his face, his eyepatch gone, both eyes glowing bright and gold.
"Don't worry, he can't see me, even as special as he is. Keep doing what you were doing, you're winning, and I'm gonna give you your prize." He disappeared behind Dipper, and he didn't dare look back lest he make Norman realise something amiss was up.
"You okay?" Norman's little voice asked, a hand going to Dipper's head to rub his hair. He almost moaned into the touch, especially as he felt Cipher's hands hold his hips at the same time.
"Yeah, just nervous," he confessed, his heart going a mile a minute as his fingers hooked into Norman's waistbands. The small boy didn't fuss or shuffle, perfectly content with what Dipper was doing.
He swallowed and quelled his nerves. Then he pulled down. Norman's jeans and briefs pooled at his ankles, and he was entirely and unabashedly on show. Dipper's mouth watered as he looked directly at his little cock. His mouth was only inches from it.
His pupils dilated and he leaned in.
Norman gasped and tangled his fingers in Dipper's hair as he felt his cocklet engulfed by Dipper's warm, wet, heaving mouth.
"What are you," he started, but interrupted himself with another gasp as Dipper's hands squeezed his ass cheeks. Then Dipper moaned on his willy and for the first time, he felt a spark of pleasure surge through it.
What Norman couldn't see, and what made Dipper moan, was Billy Cipher. He was naked, not a stitch on him from head to toe, on his knees with his arms wrapped around Dipper's hips. His lips were pressed between his cheeks, his tongue working around inside.
"Oh, oh!" Norman moaned and flushed from head to chest as he felt a new sensation start to tickle his cock. He held tight onto Dipper's hair and started to push his hips into the other boy's face, past his lips and into his mouth to meet his tongue.
Dipper massaged and kneaded Norman's small, soft, boyish cheeks as Cipher delved between his. He pulled off Norman for a breath and peered over his shoulder. His eyes widened when he saw Cipher, his tanned, bare body cut in all the right places, as if carved from marble. He looked older than before, less like a boy and more like a young man, with a cock of a size to prove it.
Instinct told him what Cipher planned to do with it, where he intended to put it. He didn't know if he'd be able to take it without splitting in two but there was no way he could tell him "no". Not now, not after everything Dipper had already done.
He turned back to Norman, whose short, heaving breaths made Dipper leak. He kissed the boy's naval, then his sternum, then his chest, then his neck. He felt Norman's trembling hands on his shoulders as he pressed his lips against the little boy's.
Even with his eyes closed, Dipper could see the light that glowed from between their kiss. He felt Norman try to pull back but he wrapped his arms around him and pulled him in deeper. He felt the warmth of their naked bodies pressing against one another, their cocks poking each other, Dipper's hands squeezing and spreading Norman's cheeks.
Then, breathless, Norman slid against Dipper, his arms wrapped around him, his head resting in the crook of his neck. Then Norman saw glowing eyes of gold, a white smirk and another naked body.
He usually saw a green aura around the deceased. This person had a shroud of gold around them, and now that he could see that, he saw a lighter shroud around Dipper. But Dipper's shroud wasn't his own, it was borrowed from the older boy smirking at him.
"I'm not gonna hurt you, I just need you to help Dipper here hold up his end of our deal."
Dipper turned to look. His chest heaved as he realised that Norman could see Billy Cipher now too. Relief flooded him and he held Norman tight. He was so soft, so warm, so perfectly shaped to fit against Dipper's form. And he didn't want to share.
Dipper made Norman sit and pulled the remainder of his clothes off his feet. Now he was naked, trembling, and for the first time in his young life, hard.
Crawling on his hands and knees, Dipper pressed his lips against Norman's and smiled at him.
"It'll be okay, it's only me he wants." To that effect, he raised his own small, pert ass to Cipher. With his legs spread, his pink hole was on perfect, alluring display to him. Cipher's eyes narrowed. His hands held tight onto Dipper's hips and he pressed the tip of his own member against the presented hole.
Dipper's breath caught in his chest and he flushed. He could take this. He had to, and knowing Cipher, it would probably feel amazing. His body wanted it, now that it was right there, it craved it, so much so it almost felt like his hole got wet on its own.
"Just pay attention to me."
With that, Dipper went down and took Norman's cock into his mouth. In that same moment, Billy Cipher pressed inside. Dipper moaned against the cocklet in his mouth.
As he'd suspected, it felt like he was about to be split in two. Billy's cock filled him to the brim and then some. He pulled off of Norman's cock and groaned into the crook of his neck. The younger boy wrapped his arms around his neck and held him.
"Billy!" Dipper grit his teeth as tears pricked his eyes. He tightened around the intrusion, wanting to pull away but blocked by the boy he brought into this. Another part of him wanted to push back, to be filled even more, but it just hurt so much!
He wished he'd just taken whatever humiliation Billy Cipher would've done to him. He never imagined that the alternative would hurt this much. But then Billy went in deep, so deep that he touched something that had never been touched before.
Dipper cried out as he came, shooting a string of cum onto Norman's quilted floor.
"Dammit…" he moaned, sweat soaking his brow as he raked his nails down Norman's back.
"We're not done yet, Dippy," Billy Cipher said as he pushed the rest of his cock between Dipper's cheeks. He felt the boy tighten around him, trembling and whimpering as the magic he'd put into him earlier started to dim.
"I'm still far from finished." He started to pull out. Dipper whined and trembled, holding tight onto Norman. Then, when he was halfway out, Billy pushed back in, slamming his hips against Dipper's ass!
He built up a pace, going faster and faster until he was pistoning his cock in and out of the boy. He leaned forward, pulled Dipper upright and kneeled with him still on his cock. He held an arm around his chest as he pulled out and slammed back up into him!
Dipper yelped and dug his nails into Billy's arm. He shut his eyes and tried to imagine something, anything, else. But he couldn't, all he could think of was Cipher plunging deep into him and ripping out of him again. And the worst part? It was starting to feel amazing. With each thrust, with each bashing of his sweet spot, the pain lessened, and pleasure filled the gap.
Norman could only watch. Too confused, too stunned, too enamoured by what was going on. The gold shroud around this "Billy" was getting bigger and bigger, encompassing Dipper completely and almost reaching himself.
He tried to shuffle away but he only had so much fort to back into. He could only watch, completely naked and inexplicably aroused, as Dipper was thrusted up into. His cock, which was slightly smaller than Norman's own, bounced up and down as Billy pounded into him.
Then Dipper tensed and squirted again, this time shooting right onto Norman's leg. Shortly after that, Billy Cipher pushed Dipper onto his hands and knees again and took his hips into his hands. He held them so tight that Norman could see exactly where the bruises would be, and he decided that he didn't like this other boy at all.
"Dipper! Dipper! Dipper!" Billy Cipher grunted and growled as he felt his climax rush over him. He locked eyes with Norman, the special boy who could see the dead, and smirked as he sent harsh slapping sounds outside the fort, accompanied by his own grunts and Dipper's whimpers.
Then he came, biting his lip to keep from screaming in white-hot ecstasy, pumping ropes of his cum into Dipper's stomach. One, two, three, four, and a fifth for good measure. He loosened his hold and gently humped the last dregs of his orgasm into the boy.
Then he pulled out. Dipper collapsed and heaved his breaths as white leaked down his thighs.
"You still have one more thing to do, Dippy," he whispered, looking from his conquest to the other boy in the room. "Do it, and we're done here."
Dipper craned his neck to look up at Norman, dry tears tracked down his face.
Norman didn't know exactly what was going on between these two, but he knew enough to know that Dipper needed his help. So, he opened his legs and stroked his little cock, and offered Dipper a smile.
"Do it, it's okay."
Dipper looked at him wide-eyed. He gulped and crawled his way slowly between Normans legs. Once again he brought his lips to his boyhood and suckled. Norman sucked his lips in as that odd sensation started to spark through him again.
"Oh! Oh! Mm… Oh!" He moaned and mewled as Dipper sucked, and sucked, and sucked. Eventually, Norman felt something hot, intense, and tight coil itself in his gut. His eyes squeezed tight, his fingers closed in Dipper's hair, his cocklet felt like it was electrifying and then…relief.
He lay back, his breath taken from him, sucked out of him by Dipper.
"There we go, all done."
Billy Cipher stood with a smirk. In a blink, he was dressed again, eyepatch and all. He tossed something red onto Dipper's back – a pair of underwear, Norman noticed – and turned his back on them.
"Have fun getting home, Dippy, maybe we'll see each other again. Hope you enjoyed my trick, I really enjoyed your treat."
