Chad had the weirdest dream. He was department store model walking down the runway, as men and women admired the way the clothing hugged his body. Then when he left the stage, Rick stripped him naked, except he wasn't exactly naked. Chad was a store mannequin, smooth where his cock and balls should be. It was all the more disturbing because it seemed perfectly normal, as Rick wheeled him out naked through the store on a dolly. He positioned him in the store window, and dressed him. Chad stayed there several days, then Rick stripped him again, and wheeled him to the men's department. There he was dressed and put on pedestal. He loved how he felt as the people walked by and admired him. Then a week later, he was stripped and wheeled into the sporting goods department. The display was set up to look like Chad was riding a sail board. Rick dressed him in a Speedo, and a string necklace with beads.
Then Chad woke up. The pillow under his head was wet from his drool. He forced himself up, and staggered to the bathroom. He felt so dirty. He needed a shower. Could you get hung over on cum? Three guys had cum on him last night. Yum? Yum, indeed. He hiccoughed. He turned on the shower, and grabbed the body wash, and started lathering.
Chad let out a yelp. When his hands reached his crotch, he discovered he was missing a lot. Not only wasn't his normal cock and balls there, but even the tiny cock and balls he'd had yesterday were gone. He was completely smooth. He climbed out of the shower dripping wet and covered with soap suds. He ran naked into bedroom shouting for Rick.
"Whut now? Lemme sleep, urp!" said Rick.
"Where are my cock and balls, Rick?" demanded Chad.
Rick reached up to his neck, the necklace was gone.
"You sure you don't have 'em?" Rick drawled.
"LOOK, RICK!" Chad said grabbing Rick's head and burying it in his now smooth crotch.
Rick giggled, "Yup, it's gone. No more morning wood for you, unless it's buried in your backside? You don't have a dildo up your ass do you?" Rick asked.
"No!" answered Chad firmly.
"Maybe Hank or his buddy knows. It's only 9am, I think we should wait to call them at least 11, don't you?"
"NO!!! Rick get up. Call them now."
"Oh, alright. Quit whining. You know how many twinks out there wish they were cockless wonders like you?"
"None?"
Rick just laughed. He put his head between his knees. Yeah, he would have to cutback on his alcohol consumption after this vacation. Slowly, he stood, and staggered over to the phone.
He picked up the receiver. Then he rolled his eyes up and back into his head, as he struggled to remember Hank's last name or room number. He remembered the room number, Chad's Jersey number and Rick's Jersey number 2314.
The phone rang nearly ten times before someone picked up.
"Lo?" murmured a male voice.
"Hank?" Rick asked.
"Huh? No, Hank's not here. It's Jim. Hm, Hank? Where is he? Maybe I left him last night?" CLICK
"Wu-" Rick blinked, "He hung up." He put the receiver down and shook his head.
"Well, call him back," demanded Chad.
"In a minute, I gotta remember sumthin," said Rick yawning. "Maybe a shower would help? Wanna join me? You're still covered with lather."
"Thank you, no," said Chad as he toweled off the remaining lather, and tied the towel around his waist. At least it gave him the illusion of modesty.
While Rick showered, there was a knock at the door. There stood Jim in a tented blue pair of bikini briefs with the drawstring in the front on the outside, and it was decorated with beads. As Jim burst into the room and began to search it, Chad noticed his cock remained rock hard. Finally, Jim seemed to notice Chad.
"Hey, who are you? Isn't this Rick's room?" Jim asked nervously.
"Yeah, I'm Chad," Chad said extending his hand. Jim pushed passed him, and commented, "I thought Rick said his Speedo was named Chad?"
"Yeah-" Chad started to answer, but Jim interrupted him.
"Where's he?" Jim asked. His hand slipped to his hard cock stretching his tiny blue pouch. He adjusted himself, and moaned softly.
"Rick's in the shower," Chad answered.
"No, Chad. He was with me here last night, but he wasn't in my room when I woke up. You know, Hank?"
Chad noticed the emptied potion vial on the table next to an empty glass. Then he looked at the strangely familiar blue shade of Jim's trunks, the beads looked just like the ones on Rick's necklace.
"Uh, how long have you had that suit?" Chad asked Jim.
He looked down, and crinkled up his face. "It is nice, isn't it? Hm, I don't remember it though. Is it yours? You want it back?"