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It all started innocently.
Frank wanted to get rid of some stuff he had in his house now that Eddie would be moving in with them. Oh, he was so happy it almost was scary! Nobody had ever seen the Frank smiling so much before getting married! Wally was happy too, because why wouldn't he be happy that his dear friends were happy?
Sally and Wally went to the couple's home to help with anything needed, which means Sally wanted to get things for her plays and Home had convinced Wally to something other than painting and hanging out with Barnaby. No problem though, Frank didn't want all that old paraphernalia anymore, he'd gladly let Sally take it all to her own house.
Wally was putting some books a box when Sally snatched one from his hands stared at it in disbelief. "Oh, my lord from the highest heavens! Frank Frankly, you read erotica??!"
"What-" Frank blushed and turned his head towards the star. "Gimme that!" They grabbed the book.
"Oh my, oh lord, this is absolutely scandalous! Frank Frankly, the most serious neighbor, reads erotica! And it's the heavy stuff!" She put her hand on her forehead and fell dramatically.
"Could you not?"
"No. This is absolutely hilarious. That's the highlight of my week."
Wally tilted his head as he stared at them, Sally laughing and Frank blushing before quickly putting the old book in the box. "What's erotica?" Wally asked.
Both of his friends looked at him with funny expressions before Frank embarrassedly began to explain. "It's a type of book that contains sexual situations. It's made for... uh... very interesting porpoises."
"Well..." Sally piped in "you could say that. I'd say it's a portal to humanity's deepest and most outrageous desires. There's poetry, violence, love, hate, pain and suffering —"
"Can I stay with it?" Wally asked calmly.
The star let out a overly surprised gasp and Frank nodded. "Yeah, whatever. Just take it from my house before I throw it at this second category actress."
"What did ya say?"
"Thank you, Frank." Wally examinated the book in his hands "Do you have other books like this?"
Frank kicked Sally out of the room before answering that.
In the end, Wally left Frank's house with a pile of books so tall he had to ask help to carry it.
Doesn't matter, Wally had good friends who helped him without batting an eye to what he was carrying. When he got at Home, the house quickly put the books in place for him.
"Thank you, Home."
Creak, slam, creak.
"Erotica." Wally sat on his armchair and opened a book "Sally said it had the deepest and most outrageous desires of humanity. It sounds interesting, no?"
Slam, creak, creak.
"It can't be that bad. It's just a book. But thank you for your concern." He chuckled.
And, under the night sky and with the moon as their testimony, he laid her on the grass of the palace. His rough hands traveled on her body hungrily as her own lips devoured his.
Wally was appalled. He had to close the book and stare at the wall again for the fourth time in an hour. Was it a horror book? Why were they eating each other?? And why the book treated it as something nice???
He opened the book again.
"Please..." she begged in his ear, her voice fragile as her body, "please, make me yours. Mark me, hurt me, but make me yours..."
He stared deep into her eyes, a burning flame in his gaze made her already demanding body squirm as she suffered from the delay of his touch.
"My angel, have you forgotten who's the one taking the lead?" The raspy voice of her lover made the princess whimper. On, beautiful sound it was. Melodic, desperate, not fitting for royalty at all.
His hand, painted with the battle scars of a warrior, covered her neck carefully, his grip so firm but so perfect when he began to choke her.
Wally closed the book and stared at the wall. He decided to ignore Home's "I told you." In favor of dialing Barnaby's number on his telephone.
He waited, waited, waited...
"Hello. Barnaby B. Beagle speaking." A sleepy voice was heard.
"Barnaby—" "oh, hi, Walls." "Barnaby, I need you to explain things to me."
"Wally, it's midnight—"
"What does a gaze with a burning flame means?"
Wally somehow could hear his friend's confusion through the call.
"Uh, determination. Like, a fire to get what you want." Barnaby yawned.
Wally nodded "Thank you. Uh, if someone's whimpering, they're in pain, right?"
...
"Buddy, what the flying f—"
"Answer the question, please."
Barnaby sighed deeply. "Not always. Some times people whimper when they're using their bodies too much."
"Like when they're having sex?"
"Yeah, like when they're havin- how do you know that word?"
"I'm reading a book. A horror one. They're having sex and the main guy is strangling a princess laying on the castle's garden. It's horrible, he's going to kill her and she's letting him!" Wally said, almost sounding irritated at that.
Barnaby was quiet for a minute, then there was a chuckle, then he burst out laughing. Wally would have frowned if he had the ability of doing so.
"Why are you laughing?"
"Wally, buddy," more laughter "are you sure you're not just reading erotica?"
Wally's eyes widened. So it was normal for erotica to be like that? "Yes, I'm reading erotica. Sally said it was interesting, so I decided to read it." He mumbled.
"Thought so. Erotica is about sex, Wally. Nothing less, nothing more. People like that. But it uses a lot of pretty words to make everything sound more magical than it actually is."
Wally looked over at the books.
"So it's normal?"
"Yeah, buddy, it's normal."
Wally fidgeted with the wire of the phone. "Ok, thank you, Barnaby."
"No problem, buddy." Barnaby said before they said their goodbyes and he went to back to sleep.
Wally went back to the books and continued to read. He wanted to know more about what people liked.
Over the course of the weeks, Wally found himself pretty entertained when the books focused on love rather than pain, but every now and then a sex scene started and it either sounded incredibly peaceful and pleasant or extremely hurtful and weird.
However... Wally's mind was starting to take a liking to a specific kind of situation in his books: choking.
He imagined the scenes in his head, the mental image of a hand on a neck was nice to him.
He wanted to try it out, but he didn't want to go without a sort of planning in his mind. Maybe he should start by thinking about it before actually trying it.
It seemed simple, like watching the clouds moving in the sky. There's a hand, there's a neck, you squeeze the neck and it feels good.
It couldn't be that hard. Wally had two hands, and he was small so probably it would be easy to take the air from his lungs.
He would choke himself, it would feel good, and then he would try something else out.
Easy. Simple.
He gulped and put his own hand around his neck, his heart beating faster, and then he squeezed.
Wally found out he didn't like being choked by himself.
He wiped a tear from his eyes and tried again, but it still hurt too much. What was he doing wrong?
He looked at the book he was currently reading, that one had images, and tries to see where his mistake was.
Wally then came to the realization that the character wasn't choking himself, his partner was doing it. That was the problem, Wally was alone.
He got a little sad, honestly. He liked to learn things, but he wasn't about to bother someone as it was already late. So he used the best thing an artist had: his imagination.
He needed to imagine someone with him, of course! One of his friends, since they were literally the only people he knew.
First, he sorted out his friends by his feelings for them. Frank and Eddie were out, Poppy and Julie liked women so they wouldn't work too, Sally... no, Wally couldn't picture she choking him. That left Barnaby and Howdy.
Wally pictured Barnaby first. His large paw around his small neck, maybe the claws digging the skin a little... he took a deep breath, closed his eyes and put his two hands over his neck, because just one of his hands would be too small to pass as Barnaby's.
He pictured his best friend above him, pinning him down by the neck.
Without realizing it, Wally laid down on the soft cushion.
Wally saw Barnaby calmly opening his mouth with a claw and taking a breathless sound out of it.
But choking came as a punishment, right? What would Barnaby be punishing him for? Wally couldn't think of anything. He would do that later.
He couldn't picture past that. He had no clue how his best friend would behave in a situation like that.
Wally sighed in defeat and took his hands off of his neck.
Could he just ask Barnaby to choke him? No, that wasn't how it worked in the books.
Wally was very smaller than his friend, so, in his logic, (and according to the books he read) he should take the passive role. He should just wait for Barnaby's advances or provocate him enough to punished by it, like in the books.
It annoyed Wally, not knowing how things worked until someone or something explained it to him. He wanted to experience things, know things, he was 26 goddamnit! He should be able to feel the things his friends did!
Wally sighed. Ok, picturing Barnaby didn't work. Now he'd try Howdy.
He created a scenario in his head...
Wally was in the bodega, it was almost sunset and there was nobody else there besides him and Howdy. He would grab an apple, he liked to hold them, and try to take it without paying. Obviously the caterpillar would notice and call him out for that. Yes, that would happen.
Wally wasn't good at telling jokes, so Howdy would just frown and cross his upper arms while the other pair would lift Wally up easily.
It would be possible, no? Wally wasn't that heavy. Howdy would lay Wally on the counter and put a hand on his neck.
Despite Wally doubts about his friend really doing something like that, but that was how the story was supposed to go, no? It was like that in most of the books.
Howdy would firmly hold Wally's hips with his lower pair of arms while the sort male squirmed under an angry gaze.
The choking would come after that. Howdy would get mad at Wally for a reason or another, he would growl and rudely grab Wally's neck with his left upper hand. He would hold it tight until the world started to fade for Wally's eyes.
Then Howdy would let him breathe just to do it all again.
He imagined Howdy pulling his pants down with his second pair of hands. He imagined his friend being rough, because that's how the books show it. It would feel good. Probably. He thought about Howdy grabbing and squeezing and thrusting and...
Wally looked at his crotch. He was hard how many years had passed since the last time he was hard?
He let out a breathy moan and shakily started to stroke himself.
Wally shut his eyes as the arousal build up. His hand was too small, he couldn't pretend it was Howdy's. He rolled onto his stomach and buried his face into the pillow, maybe trying to get that feeling of suffocation, maybe just wanting to behave like the characters in the pages did.
His hand was under him, which made masturbating much less easy, but he still kept touching himself.
Wally wanted to feel like everyone felt for a moment. He wanted to feel the pleasure they felt. He didn't understand why they did the things they did, the things that hurt, but must feel good and he wanted, needed, to feel it.
He continued to play with himself, his hips moving with his hand.
Howdy would make Wally's legs stay open. He'd continue choking him on the bodega's counter, pining him down like the needles pin Frank's insects to the wall.
Wally should beg. For what would he beg? He wouldn't beg to stop. That wasn't his desire. Would he beg for more? That wasn't it either. Wally didn't know what he wanted.
Howdy would continue. Hard. Firm. Strong. Almost sending Wally to heaven. Wally would beg for that.
Yes, that would do.
The tallest would smirk, would it be a mean smirk? He couldn't imagine his friend looking mean.
Well, he was imagining him being mean, so there's that.
Wally didn't moan as he stroked himself. He was never vocal. That wasn't right, was it? He should make some noise.
He opened his mouth and moaned into the pillow. His sounds of pleasure were as monotone as his voice. Wally's eyes got a little watery, be it from masturbating after so long without doing so or the simple frustration of not being able to express himself like he should.
Howdy would push deep, deep as the ocean, deep enough to touch Wally's heart, deed enough to make it interesting.
And then Howdy would release his essence. He would fill Wally. Wally naturally would come right after, of course.
So Howdy would pull out and let Wally panting and with the white liquid dripping down his legs on the counter as the shopkeeper would moved on with his day.
Wally couldn't imagine that clearly. But the vague image in his mind, fogged with his arousal, was enough to make him cum. He let out a quiet moan at that and took a deep breath before falling limp on his now stained bedsheets.
Wally Darling looked at his hand. It wasn't big. It wasn't the real thing. He wanted to feel touch.
Wally Darling wanted to live a history like the books. He wanted a strong man to take him.
Wally Darling decided that he would live a story like the ones in the pages.
And Wally Darling had a plan.