The Chemistry Room 2: An evening with Fappetts

It was a strange year. The hidden secrets of the Fappetts had percolated for many years, but a time was approaching when their dark mysteries would be revealed. It had been a especially hot summer, and their close friends, Sam and Kevin were visiting them. The pair had recently been married in a civil ceremony in the Toronto and were honeymooning in the sunny Appalachian range. 

Kevin limped up the stairs to the second floor, blindly searching for a bathroom in the darkness of early morning. He had torn a ligament in his thigh after an especially rough night with Sam. The baboon-like howls of pleasure and rage had echoed through the large house for over 6 hours before the two had collapsed in a luke-warm pool of bodily fluids and STDs. 

He saw a faint glow coming from a room ahead. Assuming someone was still awake, he gently knocked on the door. He waited for a seconds before turning around and continuing on. The door opened behind him. Kevin turned to see Charlotte standing in doorway illuminated by an erie faint blue glow. 

"Uh, where's the bathroom" He asked meekly. 

Charlotte could only stare. This was the first time she would be able to use her dark sex magics on someone weaker than herself. He grabbed Kevins thin, sickly wrist and pushed him out into the hall. Kevin screamed and raised his hands defensively. Charlotte struck out, knocking his arms aside. With another swipe of her hands she wrenched his clothes from his body. Kevin looked at her crotch, where a massive erection was taking form. Now bulging and huge with delicious and powerful love juices, it burst through her clothes hung dangling in front of her. He had never seen anything so large. Kevin closed his eyes and steeled himself for entry. To his surprise, he felt a slight pressure against his right eye. It become harder and harder. Kevin opened his eyes and realized that charlotte was thrusting her giant love stick into skull. Screaming with pain, his eye was thrust sideways as her penis slid back and forth inside his head. The years of sexual slavery were being channeled into the egg-shell thin skull of a young homosexual man. 

In the next room, Nate and Ross sat hunched over a computer screen, ignoring Kevin's screams for help. Nate was showing Ross his collection of Avenged Sevenfold. Just thinking about their trendy hats and clown-like make up aroused him deeply. He took his hand away from the mouse, but as he did, it brushed against Ross' fingers.  He jerked his fingers back.

"Your fingers... they're so soft" Nate whispered, barely audible through the nightmarish screaming outside.

Ross gave him a quizzical look. Nate's heart was beating faster. He took Ross's hand stood up, raising his cousin with him. Blinded be lust, he pushed ross against the wall, leaning close against him.

"I've dreamed of this for so long" 

Ross struggled and screamed. "We're both men, you fool!"

Nate loosened his grip and used his now free hands to pull down his ill-fitting pants to reveal a complete lack of balls and an extremely real Mike Apps.

"Take me now, under the moonlight" Nate whispered

"Verily"