Chad must've fallen asleep. He was awakened by voices, and the sound of keys in locks. The dungeon door apparently had at least two locks, maybe more. The voices were slightly muffled by the door, but he could make out..."....photos looked okay, but I wanna make sure it's all right before the party." CLICK, last bolt unlocked. The door swung open, and the lights were flipped on.
The blond guy coming toward him was wearing a shorty silk kimono which hung open with the belt hanging from the loops. He was naked under the robe. His drapes didn't match his carpet. Chad smiled, he recognized the peroxide blond. It was that short quarterback from Roosevelt High. His smile instantly faded as he remembered he was now a head on a wall, apparently the petite quarterback's wall. He felt the guy's bare foot as he stepped pm Chad's flattened nuts. He realized he would soon be eye to eye with Blondie's one eyed monster. Okay, maybe it wasn't that much of a monster, but the hulking Frankenstein following him looked to weigh about 350 lbs. Roosevelt's tackle known as Goliath. Rumor had it he had compared his dick with the horse ridden by their mascot, and his cock was bigger.
Chad forced a smile and mouthed, "Hey, Mack, great prank. Now can you turn me back?"
Nick Machiavelli balked, "Did my fuck toy just ask me to turn him back?"
"I didn't hear nothing, Mack?" said Goliath.
Nick rolled his eyes, "He mouthed it. read his lips."
"I have a hard enough time reading the playbook," whined Goliath, "So are you going to turn him back?"
"No!" Mack roared, "Trophy Boy here is a permanent fixture of my dungeon."
"Oh, good, he's a fixture, I really need to take a piss," Goliath said moving in front of Nick, and opening his XXXL board shorts to reveal his massive cock.
Nick grabbed the back of the giant's suit.
"You can use him after me, or if you can't wait, use the bathroom in the TV room."
"Oh, okay, I'll do that." Goliath turned and ran out doing the pee-pee dance. Chad smiled.
"Find that amusing? Goliath will be back to face fuck you, you know, Chad," Nick said softly.
Chad rolled his eyes. He knew from some of the cheerleaders he had fucked that the Roosevelt Rough Riders were notorious for rough sex too. It looked like he was going to find out first hand.
Nick shook his head, "You're MVP? Well, I guess that means most valuable pussy. Now let's see if your mouth is as good as Sergio claimed. Start licking to get me hard. Do a good job, and maybe I will let you be human for your next birthday?"
Chad's jaw dropped. He had just turned 19 a week ago. His next birthday was a year away, and obviously Mack knew that.
"Now that's the spirit, opening wide for the face fuck, but I'd prefer some lapping now. Though remember the big open mouth, it may be big enough for Goliath? Hm, maybe?" he sounded uncertain.
Chad started licking, and Nick got hard really fast. Chad was horrified to discover that Nick was a grower. His six inch flaccid cock had to be ten inches hard. He shoved his cock into Chad's mouth pushing straight up into the roof of Chad's mouth. His head might look human, but apparently it was as rubbery as his body. Mack laughed as his boner pushed a huge goose egg on the top of Chad's head. Then he violently began to fuck Chad's face thrusting his cock to push out ears, cheeks, forehead, as well as the head. He laughed, "I'm literally fucking your brains out, Chad. How does it feel? Ah, no worries, your head is rubber now like the rest of your body, and they've set now. Your body will forever default to flattened rubber matting, and your head will always look like you, and will snap back even if I flatten it. Isn't that great!"
"Great!" said Goliath, "So since we can't stretch him out of shape, can I stick my cock in there with yours, Mack?"
NO! screamed Chad, but with Machiavelli's cock in his mouth, no one could read his lips.
Nick knew that his tackle had a crush on him, and if it wasn't Chad that was getting double face fucked, Nick would have said no, but he really wanted to torture Chad, and besides it would make Goliath happy.