Chad's cock was gone. Nestled between his balls was a warm wet camel toe. He was a real beach boi now - at least he still had his balls. He sniffed the air. Chad licked his lips. A moment before, Kyle had been his master. Now? Now, Kyle was his mate. And from the way his cock was rising, Kyle wanted it too. Chad smiled, and leapt on Kyle's crotch. His lips sealed around Kyle's manhood and he went to work. A few minutes later, Kyle was ready to explode, but Chad pulled back.
Brad grinned. The screen read "0% Submissive/100% Dominant", and he giggled, "Chad makes the ultimate power bottom."
"Ah, oh, Ch-ch-chad-" Kyle started to say.
His words were smothered in Chad's massive chest.
"Bpft!" said Kyle, as Chad slid his wet pussy over his erection. Chad rose up and down riding Kyle's throbbing cock.
"Awbbbpft!" gasped Kyle as his first load blew. His cock softened inside Chad, but Chad kept up his assault. Chad was relentless. He kept going. Kyle pushed and struggled beneath Chad. The dog boy was bigger, and stronger than before. And he had a pussy. The tablet someone else must be operating it. But who? Why?
He was hard again. SPLOOGE. SPLOOGE. Chad kept pumping, and extracting cum from Kyle until he was completely soft inside. He had never experienced multiple orgasms before. He was at last content. He left Kyle sleeping. Whether it was due to oxygen deprivation or plain old sexual exhaustion didn't matter. Kyle slept, and Brad still had the tablet, and was still typing.