One of the gloves from Iron Lad's armor.

Billy holds up the glove to look at it, thinking it harmless, until the glove shines a light at him and scans his features. Startled, he accidentally drops the glove, and hopes Nate can't hear it from the shower.

Before he can worry too much about it, the glove shoots up, directly to Billy's rear. It tears through the fabric of Billy's pajama pants and one outstretched metal finger pushes into his hole without warning. Billy cries out, falling over onto his back. Billy spreads his legs and watches in horror as the pressure spreads him open and starts to move out and in, fucking him. Billy's hips buck at the sensation. He writhes on the floor, moaning helplessly.

The chaos prevents Billy from hearing the door open, and Billy doesn't realize Nate has entered the room until he's standing right in front of him. Nate, wearing only a towel glistening from the shower, watches with an expression that Billy is too overwhelmed to read. Billy's thighs quake from the motion of the glove, his cock hard and at attention. He looks up at Nate and--