Colby dangled limply. He and his best friend Damon had fooled around; one thing led to another, and now Colby's entire existence was nothing more than Damon's cock and balls. Neither guy could quite believe what had happened, but there were no complaints - mostly because a penis and heavy pair of balls can't say anything.
Colby felt so sensitive as Damon cleaned up the pair's mess. The cock could feel every moment of slight friction, including against the boxers that it was eventually contained in. Sometimes Colby was graced by small taps from his balls, or rarely, gentle brushes against the strong thighs that surrounded him.
A cock. Fuck, that's all he was, wasn't he? The realization was still setting in. He was nothing but Damon's cock. His best friend's source of orgasms, sperm, and testosterone. Those thighs would always be on either side of him to jostle him around and power his thrusts, and he would never go another day without his balls slapping against the rest of his musky body.
The slight movement within Damon's underwear wasn't particularly fun or intense, but it couldn't be ignored. Damon felt his cock tingle and slowly swell up with pressure. He grinned, energetically jumped onto his bed, and uncovered his pride and joy.
"Heh. You want a second round already, huh? Not that you can really tell me anyway. At least it'll be pretty hard for you to not like this..." Damon reached over for some lube.
Colby's entire body was aroused. The blood and hormones filling him were overwhelming. He would've felt degraded if he could do anything but silently hope for a man's touch.
One of Damon's fingers, chilled by lube, answered his plea. A cold jolt flew through his body, emanating from the underside of his balls. The finger slowly and methodically traced the perimeter of the sensitive sack, slid up the middle, delicately worked its way up the shaft, and then stopped. The teasing wasn't much, but it was almost maddening.
Finally, a hand clasped Colby's cylindrical body. It held him completely still and sensed his lustful throbs. Damon chuckled.
"Yeah, I think it's time for round two."
Slick fingers explored Colby's shaft and beyond. Waves of pleasure shot through him as his soft head was smoothly grasped and pressed.
"Embrace it: you're the pinnacle of being a man. Your whole body feeling that shit... there's no way you don't love it. And I love that you're my cock. I'll take real good care of you. What guy wouldn't?!"
Colby could only register the sensations of Damon's fingers steadily stroking him. A glob of precum glistened on his head. Damon expertly spread it over Colby's glans. The stroking increased, as did the enjoyment from both men. Damon's breathing became heavier.
"This is gonna sound dumb... but I don't even wanna pull up any porn right now. Honestly... I could watch your little pulses... and the movement of your skin... all day. You feel great."
Colby could do nothing to respond. The feelings of this sexual paradise were his entire world now.
"I hope you like your... new life. I know I do. There's... nothing more hot and manly... than a stiff cock BEGGING for pleasure. Fuck."
Damon slowed down to enjoy the moment. He wanted to say a few words in between his thrusts and pleasured panting.
"Every time I slip you into a warm mouth..."
Colby's body swung back and forth a little from the force of the sudden thrust.
"...or shove your throbbing body into a tight hole..."
Another strong thrust.
"Ugh, yeah. You'll be there... feeling EVERYTHING."
The hands gripping Colby sped up for one last hurrah. Colby couldn't have thought a single thing even if he tried. Intense moments of bliss rocked his world over and over. Damon moaned.
"Oh, fuck!"
Colby pulsed. Once. Then twice. A third time. Cum rocketed up his shaft and shot out of him. Pump after pump after pump, it felt like an eternity of nothing but explosions of Damon's seed.
The spurts of cum slowly decreased in intensity. He felt the last ones gush out of his head and ooze down his shaft. Something so plain had never felt so nice.
Colby could get used to this.