The Ed Who Played with Fire

Separating the Men from the Eds

Messy, messy, messy, thought Double D. I desperately need to wash! His hands writhed without purpose as he fought the compulsion to wash them. The more he fought, the stronger the need to wash became. He wanted a shower. He wanted to wash away everything: the unknown microorganisms, the feeling of his clammy skin, Eddy's brother's forceful groping. Tears streamed down Double D's face, and he whimpered as Eddy's brother dug his fingernails into Double D's sensitive skin.

Eddy's brother tossed the hat onto his own head, laughing as Double D closed his eyes and shuddered. Fingers sliding back between Double D's legs, Eddy's brother had difficulty bending Double D to his will, quite literally. The brittle rigidity of Double D's figure attempting to curl into a fetal position was made more problematic by the trembling sobs that wracked Double D's whole body. To catch Double D's attention, Eddy's brother draped a forearm across Double D's neck. "Keep still!" he demanded.

Double D thrashed and squeaked, "I can't breathe!" Then he went limp, his eyes closing and tears spilling down his cheeks. Eddy's brother removed the arm, delighting in playing with the fragile boy's life. Double D's eyes fluttered open again, but he was now too afraid to move.

Now that Double D was putty in his hands, Eddy's brother took it upon himself to explore Double D's most private regions. Quickly, Eddy's brother inserted one finger, then two. The pain showed on Double D's face. He threw his head back and wailed. Now his personal space had been taken away, too. No alteration in brain activity could make this disappear. But he was obedient to a fault, and kept still as Eddy's brother ordered, unable to stop crying but unwilling to make a sound.

While Double D could see Eddy's brother's mouth moving, his pain muffled out the words. "How's that for ya?" sneered Eddy's brother, pushing his fingers farther inside. "Quit cryin', honey. I'm just warming you up." Eddy's brother was more than warmed up. For him, there was no aphrodisiac quite like stolen innocence garnished with spunk. He had done it to any girl he could get his hands on. Holding the helpless boy down, Eddy's brother could not wait any longer.

Withdrawing his fingers, Eddy's brother grasped Double D's legs. A sigh of temporary relief escaped through the gap in the smaller boy's teeth. Perhaps this is over, thought Double D, still trying to be optimistic. I can go back to Eddy – oh my! I mean, Eddy's room – and we can behave as if none of this ever transpired. Leaving out a plan for recovery from Eddy's brother's "compensation", Double D focused on a shower. Washing healed most wounds, or at least made them more bearable.

Just then, the callous, callused hands wrapped completely around Double D's calves, yanking Double D towards the edge of the bed. Once again, Double D's hopes of escape were dashed. Swallowing hard, Double D prepared for the pain that he knew would come. Eddy's brother lifted Double D's legs and thrust himself inside.

Agony. Compounding Double D's desire to wash and his concerns about Eddy. Double D sobbed as Eddy's brother took him. He had never before felt so dirty.

"What'sa matter? Soon you'll be lovin' my shovin'," boasted Eddy's brother, confident in his masculine prowess. Eddy's brother wiped his forehead and watched himself entering and pulling out of Double D. A drop of blood fell onto the bedsheets. With each thrust, more blood trickled down. The deal was nearly paid off. Eddy was due for a reminder of who was in charge, as far as Eddy's brother was concerned. Double D needed to be put in place too, and this was a fine demonstration of the food chain, of which Double D was at the very bottom.

Higher up in the food chain, hibernating beside Eddy's bed, was Ed, whom Eddy's brother had largely ignored. Ed's stomach, however, was awake. To satisfy its growls, Ed lumbered in the direction of the kitchen, only to smash directly into Eddy's partially open door. Ed's head gave a hollow thud as it bounced off the door, but Ed did not wake up until he stubbed his toe on Eddy's dresser. Ed opened his sleepy eyes and looked down at his swelling red toe in the dim light as the information traveled to his brain.