Stan My Man!
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“W-w-well he has to p-p-pull shit if he wants to someone to p-pull it.” Bill chuckled, “Y-you know how it g-g-goes.”
The crease in Stan’s brow deepened, “Not really.”
He hadn’t meant for them to hear him, but both boys’ heads shot up a little too quickly for Stan’s liking.
“C’mon Stan, everyone’s gotta cum sometime.” Eddie said, laughing with Bill. But, both boy’s eyes were trained on Stan.
“I mean, it can’t be that great. It’s just making a mess. People just make it a big deal.”
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- Part 1 of Stan My Man!
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“But if you ever want to feel good again, you can ask me, okay?”
Stan would blink if he thought any of his motor functions were capable of responding. His hands, mouth, everything - all frozen. Richie - Richie wanted to have sex again? He didn’t know if what they did even counted as sex, it sure had felt like it, but was that just… foreplay? There was-
There was more.
Richie wanted to do more.
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- Part 2 of Stan My Man!
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Christ, could sex get complicated. Stan had just been stuck on how to not always end up on his back, but the options were seemingly limitless. Gags, paddles, rope -
Stan froze.
Tucked away between fluorescent draping latex and thick straps of leather was a simple length of rope. Cotton cording, baby blue, unassuming; Stan felt his throat dry at the sight of it.
Beverly and Eddie both paused once they noticed he’d stopped walking. In fact, Stan had stopped moving all together. Stan figured he should talk, move, maybe even breathe. But the looped fabric had punched the air out of his chest.
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- Part 3 of Stan My Man!
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“Bill’s really givin’ it to him though,” Richie laughed, mouth full, “Poor Eds won’t be able to walk.”
“... How do you know it’s Bill fucking Eddie?”
“It’s gotta be Bill. Daddy, remember?”
Stan hummed a moment before responding, “But Eddie has that… chaotic energy. I can’t imagine him bending over for someone as easygoing as Bill.”
“You imagining them a lot?” Richie joked, but the laugh died out at the heat in Stan’s cheeks. “Yeah?”
“Shut up,” Stan hissed, like the two would hear them over their own cries, “I don’t.”
“Nothing to be ashamed of, babe.” Richie said, no jealousy in his voice, “They’re hot. I get it.”
“Oh my god, Richie -”
“Think they picture us? Think they hear how sweet you cry for me?”
Holy shit. Holyshit.
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- Part 4 of Stan My Man!