Looking up, your smile quickly dropped as you saw the banes of your existence, Gary and Stevie. The two boys were bad enough alone, but both of them being together with you couldn't add up to anything but bad news for you. They became friends during your birthday party a couple of years ago. Gary normally wasn't invited, since he was mean to you, but the twins' mother was busy so he was allowed to come. Once Andrew and Stevie arrived, the younger brother found him messing with you and demanded Gary give him his "toy". They fought for a little bit, but they soon became friends after figuring out all sorts of games to use you for.
"Hey there, little jelly-head", Stevie laughed as he gave you a noogie, digging his knuckles deep into your head.
"Looks like you're tagging along with us today. We're gonna have some fun, right, Stevie?", Gary said as he grabbed your ear and pulled it before letting it snap back.
You did not want to be with these boys. Not at all. You tried to run for it, only for Stevie to jump on top of you, reducing you to a gooey splatter underneath his feet. "Haha! You oughtta know by now you can't outrun me, little guy", Stevie laughed as he jumped up and down on top of you and splashing little bits of you everywhere. "What should we do with him first?", Stevie asked Gary as he stepped off to gather you into a ball.
"Hmmm... Wanna play catch?", Gary asked.
"Yeah, sure!" Stevie rolled you up into a much tighter ball and tossed you over to Gary.
"Haha! Man, do we got some plans for you", Gary laughed as he tossed you over to his partner in crime.
"Yeah, and it's my turn to play with you now, putty-head", the younger boy said before catching you. You trembled in fear as he mushed you around in his hands as he thought about what he was going to do. He was bad enough when he was a toddler and he barely had an understanding of what he was doing. Now he was much bigger and smarter, and all around a much worse threat to you. "Let's see... it's been a while since I got to snack on you...", Stevie said, licking his lips. "Then again, I don't think you got a chance to relax in the sauna, either", he said as he was about to throw you into the open door of the steam room. You shuddered to think how short a time you'd last in the hot, humid room. "But now that I think about it, this place is a little too dangerous for a wimpy little guy like you. Maybe I ought to keep you somewhere safe", Stevie chuckled as he pulled open his swim trunks and held you over them before letting them snap. "What to do, what to do..."
You mentally cry out as he ponders. There isn't a single one of those situations that would end well for you, and there's nothing you can do to get out of it.
What does Stevie do with you?
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