When Chad came to, it was dark, he was alone, with some machine gently humming nearby.
His body ached, his cock throbbed, his boypussy twitched... boypussy? twitched? that didn't seem right? Chad thought.
He tried to stand, finding that he could but was attached to something, the machine maybe? He wondered.
Chad pulled and pulled, around 2 feet of some tube with a flared end from his slick gaping boypussy, the end making a dull pop as it exited him, relieving the ache from him a little.
He stood and tried to find a light switch, and failed, he did find his small green thong, thinking it better to have some clothing he put it on and felt around the wall for a doorknob.
Eventually, Chad found a doorknob and opened the door his eyes straining from the sudden brightness, looking around the room he was in, he saw two containers, one empty the other full of a murky brown substance, Chad shrugged and left the room, stumbling down the hallway towards the exit that he remember coming in when he arrived at the spa.
Chad wasn't sure of the time, he guessed it was early morning, or very late at night, no one was around, and it was quiet. He was really warm as he walked the street in nothing but a green thong, his stomach feeling empty, like he'd not eaten in forever.
Chads legs ached from walking, and what ever was done to him at that spa, he wasn't sure, he remembered those guys and one of them doing something to his boypussy, then he passed out, he was still a bit foggy, but could now think clearer.
It was now that he noticed how heavy his cock felt, he could remember them doing something with a cockring, and looking down he could see the thongs pouch straining, his hard cock tenting the thin fabric. His cock looked longer and thicker than he remembered it, so did his balls.
Chad pulled the pouch down and saw the thick ring stretching his balls down and another tight around the base of his cock, luckily they were quick release. Chad undid them and dropped them as he walked, his cock slowly softening, though still filling the thongs pouch obscenely.
Chads tired legs forced him to stop his walking, as he leaned against the top of a steel pole that was by the edge of the street, its smooth rounded top feeling good against his hot boypussy. Chads hole spread and leaked against the smooth metal, the thong sliding aside as Chad moaned, sliding down the pole, its thick cool length impaling his boypussy.
Chad moaned, not quite loudly, but enough to make people look if there were any near.
He slid up and down that very thick pole several times, moaning louder and sliding lower each time, eventually Chad stood up, sighing, his boypussy spread open as the thong slipped back into place. Chad grinning stupidly.
Chad headed home, if anyone saw him they would just assume he was wandering home from another party, though if they looked closely they might see his boypussy leaking down his leg and gaping wide open as he rested on every pole he came across, the sun just rising as Chad got to his house.
Chad used his hide-a-key and quietly crept up to his room. He carefully closed his bedroom door and backed up to his big bed, the large ball on the corner post of it bumping into his ass, instead of getting into bed, Chad raised his ass and rammed his boypussy onto that large polished wooden orb, his gaped hole swallowing it whole, Chad moaned, a bit too loudly he realized, and shoved his hand into his mouth, surprised to find his right hand buried to his wrist, his fingers tickling his throat.
Also surprised to find that he was enjoying shoving his hand down his throat just as much as he was fucking his boypussy on his bedpost, he pushed his hand a little deeper, and deeper still, only stopping because he couldn't get his arm deeper than his elbow.
Reluctantly Chad pulled his arm from his throat, not even thinking about his now nonexistent gag reflex or that he could even get his arm down his throat, and pulled himself off his bedpost, the large orb popping from his boypussy, leaving it gaped wide and slick.
Chad laid down on his bed, on his stomach, still feeling empty, his cock large but soft in his green pouch, his boypussy gaping, waiting for something else to enter it.
Beside his bed, Chads phone flashed, many missed calls and messages from his friends, the last was from Bruno:
-Chad, WTF man, where have you been? Please reply, we're all worried. I'll be at yours first thing!
Oblivious to it Chad fell asleep.