Rattlebones (bxbxb)

Pervert (NSFW)

(NSFW! Content Ahead!)

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In the darkness, I go on a journey of cosmic exploration with Iggy and Eugene Wilder. My body is no longer mine during those feeble hours. I become something else. Someone who I wouldn't recognize in the mirror the next morning.

Our clothes come off first, in quick succession, and soon I'm naked and pushing Iggy down into the mattress while we kiss, the outline of his length bumping into my thigh. He's unsurprisingly large, and for a fleeting moment, I wonder if my penis was too small. If it would look like a cocktail weenie side by side with his.

Oh God, I couldn't do this.

Eugene is watching the show because he has his hand down the front of his pants and he's trying hard to work up some semblance of arousal towards what we're doing. I felt bad for him because he couldn't really join in all the way, but I wanted him to enjoy this as much as possible, so I keep going.

"Pervert," I whisper down at Iggy, and then I lean back and grind my dick against the tent in his boxers. "You planned this. You thought that you could just fuck The Death Bringer like a little bitch, didn't you?" I reach down and I gently push his face into the mattress.

The power trip that I was feeling was extraordinary. I knew that I was small and slender, like a sinister little doll, but it was driving Iggy wild to have me sitting on top of his lap.

"Why are you so good at being mean?" Iggy moans quietly in response, his voice muffled, and I reach down to slip him free from the opening in his boxers. He's sleek and hot in my hands, and I have no fucking idea what to do so I just hold him until Eugene finally steps in.

"Hey!" I protest when I'm suddenly pulled backward and shoved face-first into the pillows. "Bastard! Let go of me!" I hiss back at Eugene, and I strain to see where he's at.

"Nah, I don't think I will," Eugene replies, and I can almost imagine the smirk on his face. "Come here, Iggy." He instructs Iggy. "You don't know what you're doing, do you?" He asks him, and suddenly I feel both of them behind me, someone's hand resting on my ass as if I'm an Ikea lounge table.

"No? I've never fucked a dude before," Iggy replies, and he sounds annoyed, and maybe a little terrified.

I realize what this is. I had seen them play this game over a hundred times when they were teasing me at school. Eugene would hold me against the lockers or some flat surface, and Iggy would dish out the punishment. It never was painful, they would stick gum in my hair or pour ice cubes down the back of my neck. But I was always equally as outraged, just like I was now.

"Look, bro. It's like bedding a chick, only there's more ass involved," Eugene tells Iggy, and then he pauses. "A really small ass." He adds, "We're going to need lube and some condoms."

"Um...hello?!" I shout at them, and my cheeks flush indignantly. "It feels like you're about to explore the Mariana Trench. Can someone just stick it in before I die from absolute need?"

I hear and feel Eugene get off the bed and then rustling around. Then he's back again and I glance back in time to see him uncapping a small bottle of baby powdered scented lotion.

I turn back around and I bite my lip, feeling something cool entering me after a few seconds. Fingers. I'm being stretched slowly and carefully. I moan quietly, pressure and a little pain surging through me when they work their way further in.

"See? You can't just shove it in or else it won't work. You have to be gentle." Eugene says quietly, and then I realize that it's his hand and fingers that I'm feeling. "Now you can put it in."

The bed shifts again and suddenly the pressure increases. I arch my back and cry out sharply, pleasure spiking through me when Iggy slides in easily.

Oh, fuck. It's everything.

I claw at the bedsheets, panting and sweating as he thrusts slowly inside of me. Cum dripping from my tip to pool on the mattress beneath us. "Faster!" I finally whisper, and my voice is desperate and strained as I turn slightly, seeing Iggy's pale shoulders. "Please!"

Iggy's skin is hot and damp, his breath coming out in quiet gasps. But he soon obliges me and quickens his pace. The air leaves my lungs when he begins to hit a hot, melty spot deep inside me and I buck my hips against him, whining for deliverance from this sexual purgatory.

The final straw only comes when we shift positions again.

Suddenly, I'm riding Iggy like he's a stallion. I can see Eugene watching me, biting his lip. I know it's killing him to not be able to join in, so I put everything I have into finishing. I even make a show of moaning extra loud and I touch myself, stroking myself furiously, but as I do so, I realize something.

Eugene is unaware of it, but he's just as hard as we are. His rod is standing upright, right there between his legs. Which is impossible.

He has no blood. No pulse.

Iggy's breathing picks up and his thrusts become savage right before he spurts inside of me, filling me with hot liquid. A second later, I'm crying out like I'm being murdered and finishing in my hand and on the sheets.

It's pure bliss. Like a dream.

The energy drains out of me and I collapse back against Iggy, completely spent.