General Request #1 - 21 and 24 Skullfucking for SeeMe
"Does it embarrass you that you had to make that hole in the back? Couldn't exactly use the eye socket, could you?"
"Oh, very funny. A joke about the size of my penis. So…mmf…mature."
"You're using my skull to masturbate!"
"And the more you talk, the longer it's going to take. How am I supposed to fantasize about Jessica Alba when all I hear is…ah…your voice?"
"Jessica Alba? Dark Angel was awful!"
"Dark Angel is a James Cameron masterpiece."
"Just because he created the Terminator doesn't excuse him writing an episode about a cat girl going into heat."
"Max's genetic profile contained cat DNA. She was not a Nekomimi."
"We're talking about your fetish for catgirls. Saying it in Japanese doesn't make it any less disgusting."
24 slumped across the couch and placed his hands over his ears. This allowed him to block out the occasional grunts and the slick noise of a lubed cock violating his skull with jerky thrusts. Unfortunately, it still let him see the lubed cock violating his skull with jerky thrusts. He scrunched his eyes shut and wished as he had so many times before that he had gone into another line of work.
When he sensed movement next to him, he tentatively pulled one hand away. No noises. One more hand. Still no noises. He opened his eyes to see that 21 had placed the skull next to him on the couch.
"Are you just going to let it dry in there? What is wrong with you?"
"That's going to bother you? You were okay with it until I didn't properly sanitize it afterwards?"
"No, I wasn't okay with it! I was never okay with it!"
"Then why did you stay and watch?"
"Because I'm your hallucination! I don't even want to think about what it means that you wanted me to stay and watch." He shook his head. "I can't take any more of this tonight."
When 21 turned around, 24 was gone, and just the skull remained. "I thought he'd never leave. Time for round two, mi amor."
"Is Jessica Alba even Hispanic? Or is she just Italian or something else…Mediterranean?"
"Oh my god, I thought you were gone!" He threw up his hands in surrender. "Fine! I'm going down to the bar. Are you happy?"
"Yes. Because that means you won't be FUCKING MY SKULL!"
21 stomped off, leaving 24, both versions of him, to wonder how his life, and now his death, had gone so wrong.