Chad was staring down at his cell phone. He recognized his case and the small crack in the glass. Angrily Chad glared at his phone. Not only had Danny stolen Chad's body and life turning him into Danny's dick, but he stole Chad's iPhone and was that his wallet and watch shoved in the corner? Danny was a petty thief besides being a body thief, thought Chad angrily.
Then he noticed his reflection in the glass screen. He might be a dick, but he was a dick with Chad's face. He could call for help.
It took several tries of inching snoring Danny's body up to the desk with Chad dangling over his phone. Chad had to get hard but not too hard to reach the screen.
Soon Chad was pointed straight up and oozing precum.
He concentrated on sports stats and he started to droop. It took several attempts but he finally managed to activate the screen and punch in his pass code. The screen was covered with precum imprints of Chad's face superimposed on Danny's mushroom tip.
At last the phone was open, he selected videophone keypad. He meant to speed dial 1 for home, but missed and smooshed 7 and dialed Bruno.
Bruno's face appeared on the screen obscured by drying precum.
"Chad?"
"Help me, Bruno, Danny dicked me!" Chad blurted out spurting cum on the screen. He tried to lean forward, Danny's head flopped forward into view, and a dollop of drool fell from his mouth, and splashed on the screen erasing Chad's face imprints. The phone beeped a low battery warning.
"DANNY!?" Bruno exclaimed, "is he asleep? Wait, Chad, you've been dicked? I've heard of guys being dicked, but I never thought it was real. Oh," Bruno seemed to suddenly comprehend, "Chad, you managed to use the phone, and you called me for help?"
The phone died. Screen went black. Chad wasn't filled with confidence when he saw the expression on Bruno's face just before the screen went black. He should've been more careful when he speed dialed. Doubts replaced confidence and hope. But someone besides Danny now knew what happened to Chad. Maybe Bruno would tell Rick? Maybe Bruno would help him? Maybe...
Chad could see his face becoming less distinct in the reflection from his phone, as Danny's cock began shrinking. Chad could feel his mind getting fuzzier. Danny took a step backwards. Chad was losing control as he became more flaccid. He needed to sleep.
Danny stumbled backwards onto his bed.