"Uhmpht," Chad woke up there was something huge wrenching his jaw open impossibly, he was gagged with whatever it was shoved down his throat, and his ass ached like someone shoved a couple footballs up it. He could barely make sounds. His arms and legs were gone. It wasn't possible. It was a nightmare, a very realistic nightmare. He had to see himself in a mirror. He concentrated on getting up. He had to get up.
Suddenly, there was movement. Chad felt himself being lifted upward. He could see. He was apparently in Chase's bedroom. The asshole's jersey and second place trophy were prominently displayed. Chad seemed to be only 3 or 4 feet tall based on his perspective. He lurched weirdly toward the full length mirror. Chad stared in horror. Chase stood reflected in the mirror, apparently sleep walking. That wasn't the horror. Around Chase's cock was a flesh colored cock ring with flared nostrils on top and Chad's baby blue eyes on either side of the nostrils. A fringe of blond hair hung from the ring buried in Chase's black pubic hair. He was a cock ring caricature of himself. He had to get off Chase. Chad concentrated, and flexed his jaw and anus. He didn't get loose. Instead everything got even tighter, as Chase's cock rose to full-staff. Chad's eyes watered on either side of the massive cock expanding inside him. His nostrils were buried in Chase's velvety cock. The scent grew intense, and it made Chad hard. He was surprised, relieved and horrified to discover he still had a cock. Surprised because he hadn't been aware of it until it got hard. Relieved to discover that he still had one. Horrified that it got hard when it smelled Chase's sweat, and more horrified that it appeared to bury itself in Chase's flesh under the backside of his balls, and this seem to stimulate Chase's erection more. Chase's balls tightened up. Chad could feel Chase's pulse throbbing inside him and against his cock head. Chad flexed his jaw and ass muscles faster and faster.
Chase's cock jerked, and again, the pulsating shaft of a volcano erupted. Hot molten cream coursed down the steep slope. Chad could smell the delicious nectar. Soon he was tasting it. In the mirror, the cock ring no longer had hair, it was no longer flesh tone. It shrank back into chrome with two blue jewels glistening on either side. Chad was having trouble thinking again. Well, trouble of thinking of anything other than cock ring, and worship Chase. He was barely aware of Chase stumbling back toward bed. He grabbed an open bottle of Vodka and took a swig. Then he lay down. Chad was buried in the darkness of Chase's mattress. A bit later, Chase rolled over and began masturbating in his sleep, or maybe he was only half awake? Chad was fighting to remember. Bruno might save him, if he knew about Chad, but how would. SPLOOGE. Gulp, gulp. COCK RING CHAD. WORSHIP COCK. WORSHIP CHASE. CHAD COCK RING WORSHIP CHASE'S COCK....