POP!
Chad saw daylight, DW (Dickless Wonder) had detached him, flipped him over and reattached him. Chad was still a penis, except now his head was the glans, and he could see the various items that DW had laid out to use on him. A fleshlight, various lubes, condoms, cock rings, clips, clamps, Prince Alberts, barbell piercings, cock cages, gates of Hell, sounds, catheters, and things he didn't know what they were, and was afraid to ask.
You notice Chad's gaping maw in the reflection, and you laugh, "No, Chad, not all of this is going to be used on you today. I mean how many Prince Alberts can one dickhead wear? Did you think you were my only detachable penis?"
Chad's mind was racing. First, not all that stuff was going to be used on him today, but over the course of his dickness, it all would? Wait? There are other guys you've turned into penises. I'm not special? I'm not alone? Wait, am I going to spend most of my time in your nightstand? Dude, you are really sick! Of course, he kept these thoughts to himself. He had to escape. There had to be a way for him to get away, to get help, to become human, but - GGGAAAAAAAAAH!
"No that sound is too big for you now. Here we'll start with a smaller one," you say.
"N-guh-gggaaah!"