"Oh, oh, fuck, he's in my balls! He's really in there!" exclaimed Brent in amazement. "Oh, gawd, I'm so horny, all of a sudden."
Dylan laughed, and stretched his neck over to Brent until they were face to face with his ass still planted firmly on the floor.
"Whoa!" Brent said with a start, and a step backward, "I dunno if I'll get used to you sticking your neck out 12 feet."
"Hey, it's only about ten," Dylan protested, and laughed. "So do you feel stretchy at all?"
"Oh, you mean with Chad in my balls, I might be like you?" Brent asked nervously. He held his hand out in front of him and tried to reach the far wall. Nothing happened. With a sigh of relief, he said to Dylan, "Nope, no stretchiness."
"Aw, well, you cannot have everything. Least ways you got Chad the Quarterback as your own personal cum slave."
"Cum slave?"
"Well, he seems to be made of cum now, and he has to do what you tell him. He's like the genie of the lamp. Er, maybe cum genie of the cock. Rub it and see if he obeys you. He might still be my genie, but I think he has to obey whoever releases him? But I dunno for sure."
"Wow! Really? I really, am horny, I wonder what sort of powers he has?"
"I suspect he has the power to give you a blow job, and maybe more. I don't think he can create gold or cash, but if Jimmy shows up, he may know.