Zach was facing himself in the mirror. Except one small problem, he wasn't at floor level. He was at crotch level. He screamed silently, only making Carlos feel more pleasure as his penis vibrated from the scream.
Zach had become Carlos' pink masturbation sock. He felt himself shrinking and elongating over his dick and was hoping he'd get thrown to the side and Carlos would start having oral with himself (given the long dick), but that didn't happen.
Zach felt it coming. He somewhat regretted the sense of taste, having the cum shoot directly into him as he tasted Carlos' dick at the same time. He hated it yet loved it.
Zach suddenly blacked out again but didn't wake up for a while so he had no clue what he became again...