"Woo! Hoo!" shouted Chad as he spun down the long slick dark chute. It was like a water park slide in the dark. He couldn't help but enjoy the ride. Yeah, he knew he was sliding down Dylan's urethra, but he didn't really care. He had merged briefly with Dylan and that had been a lot worse. He reached a fork, and went both ways. He couldn't explain it properly, but he mostly became concentrated and filled Dylan's nut sack, but part of him liquified or the liquid part filled Dylan's prostate. He was divided, but aware. He could feel the pressure of Dylan's hand on his balls.
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"Lemme out!" Chad shouted with all his might.
Dylan must've heard because he was rolling around laughing.
Chad was pissed, and frightened, what if that asshole Dylan got Brent to give him a blow job, or if he blew his load up Jimmy's ass. What would happen to Chad? Somehow he condensed enough to fit inside Dylan. He probably would be remain condensed and be digested by Brent or douched or flushed by Jimmy. Or maybe Dylan would just jerk off again? If he did, Chad would have to act fast. If he punched Dylan in the jaw and knocked him out - uh, yeah he was made of cum, his hand would probably splatter. But maybe he could pickup something and hit Dylan over the head with it?
"Oh, fuck! I cannot wait for Brent to get back," moaned Dylan.
He jerked off, and Chad found himself spinning up the shaft again, and merging with his liquified self to emerge as a pile cum the size of a man. He quivered. It was harder to reshape himself. He felt exhausted. Coming out the first time, becoming human shaped, holding the shape, then going back down the piss slit again. Coming out again, he was exhausted. His head rose wearily out of the mound of white gelatinous mass that he was.
Dylan giggled, "You look even more tired than I feel, I am ready for a nap, bet you are too."
There was a barbell, but he was having trouble remembering how to shape his hands and arms. Chad concentrated.
"Back down the chute, and into my balls, Chad! Naptime!"
"Puh-leash nuh," slurred Chad as the slurping noise drowned out his voice. He could hear Dylan snickering.
He screamed and struggled, but he really couldn't form fists to pound inside Dylan's balls. Dylan snored. In the dark, unheard, and unanswered, Chad felt dejected. He was apparently rubberboi Dylan's personal slave now. He was owned. There really wasn't anything he could do about it. He needed to get to a phone. Maybe? Who would believe that he was being held prisoner in Dylan's balls. Just jerk him off, and you'll see? Right? Who would do that? Maybe, Bruno?