(Bonus) No one expects the Spankish Impquisition

Hey, Felix here. I'm writing this as a kind of footnote to the previous chapter. Something weird – well, weirder – happened while me and Riley were snoozing. I had closed the stream but my webcam was still running, recording to my hard drive.

Later on, I was editing the footage for a "best of" upload when I noticed something. You ever see that movie about the couple that sets up video cameras at night in their house, and they start picking up spooky shit? Supernatural Occurrence, or something? Well, it was like that.

I was scanning through the vid and saw the skylight swing open. That was pretty weird, considering we'd locked the damn thing from the inside. So I backed up a minute or so to find out how it got unlocked.

It started with a noise: a kind of tapping at the window. Not a gentle sound, but a hollow clack clack clack like it was being prodded by hard plastic or bone. Then it was quiet again, for a few minutes... Just the sounds of me sleeping, snoring as I sprawled across the bed, while Riley dozed in the armchair. My friend was talking in his sleep:

"You're full...? I'm really s-sorry, Felix, but this is g-going in your ass... Mmh... No, don't struggle, babe..."

Normal stuff. I guess he's less inhibited in his dreams. Heh... Can't resist all this, can he? I mean, I do look pretty tempting, not gonna lie...

Uh, anyway, there was clearly nothing outside the window, during or after the tapping... Just gentle sunlight peering its way in. And yet despite that, a shadow started forming where the light hit the back of my room. This twisting, vibrating, gremlin of a thing. Like a woodcut gone wrong. Come to think of it, it was a lot like what I saw behind the nurses, back at the clinic.

Then there was a crinkling sound, and part of the window pane just kinda folded in on itself. You understand? No, I guess not... I don't either, and I watched it happen.

A shimmering outline reached through and popped the latch, the skylight swung open, and things only got worse from there. The shadow against the wall grew larger, and there was a loud thud. A few motes of dust flew up from a spot on the floor.

Moments passed. A brief return to peace and quiet. Then my blankets ruffled, moved by some unseen ****, and I shot up. I don't mean I woke up. I don't even mean I moved in my sleep. Like, I was levitating up into the air. That thing, that shadowy presence, was lifting my whole body like it was nothing.

Then it flipped me over mid-air, and the little bit of blanket still covering me fell off. I don't know if I was under a spell, but despite being tossed around, I still didn't wake up. Two very hand-like impressions dug into my pants, pulled them down, and then, um... It started.

Clap clap clap clap clap! I'm kinda glad I was trapped in a deep sleep, because that thing was spanking my ass like there was no tomorrow. Just watching the video again makes me bite my lip... The only other person who'd drummed my butt like that was "Adrian" from the hospital.

Wait... No fucking way. Was it him? Did that freak – that thing – really track me down just to spank me again?

That sorta answers the question I had about the weird static noise that cut in during that portion of the video. It wasn't static at all. How could it be? On a top-of-the-line digital camera? He was... It was chuckling to itself! Hissing maniacally, like a hyena or something! Like, dude, is my ass that irresistible? You're gonna use sorcery to penetrate my inner sanctum just to conga on my meat-cheeks?

I mean... Ugh... Weird as it is, impossible as it is, I should really take it as a compliment. Why shouldn't I be confident in my body? My sexuality? I'm totally straight, but it's nice to be admired. Well, mostly straight. Heteroflexible? Is it gay to like ... butt-stuff ... if there's magic involved?

Point is, I guess it's okay. He could have done much worse. And the way my new buns jiggled was pretty sexy. When invisible hands are working your butt you can really see the impact of each slap.

Um, anyway, I was totally out of it but I think all that happy-slappy was getting to Riley on a subconscious level. His shaft was stirring from its slumber. Bigger this time – a solid ten inches and counting. Like a leviathan rising from the depths. He started to murmur again:

"I know this isn't real, but I've wanted you for so long..."

He must've been having a lucid dream!

"I mean, fuck your brother, b-but... God, your ass looks better than ever... It feels so real... It sounds so real... You want this, don't you Felix? I don't know how long I can hold out in real life... When I wake up... If other people can have you whenever they want, why can't I? Soon you're gonna have to give it up to me, you'll have to... Or I'll be carrying you around on my dick like a fleshlight. Nobody else can have you if you're always with me... Mmm, stay with me Felix..."

Looking back on this footage, hearing Riley talk like that, seeing the precum spurt out of his massive dick when he said my name... All I can say is... HoW cUtE! He'S sUcH a GoOd FrIeNd...

Fuck... Sorry, my head just... Fuck!

Eventually, my floating frame drifted back down onto the bed. Adrian – or whatever its real name was – slowly brought its butt-drumming to a halt. The thing's maw, sillhouetted against the back wall, turned towards Riley and giggled. Then, as if the start of the video were playing out in reverse, the intruder's shadow grew smaller, the skylight shut, locked itself from the inside, and then... Nothing.

Just me asleep, and Riley dreaming his CuTe LiTtLe DrEaMs...