Chad lay there covered in what felt like a ton of cum. He was sure his mattress was ruined. He was afraid he'd lie here all weak until Dirk or Rico wanted to wear him again. Was wrestling season over? He was starting to panic. Wait he had heard someone downstairs, hadn't he? Or was it his imagination? Or just the house settling?
The sunset, and rose. He could hear birds, then human noises: cars, lawnmowers, car doors, etc. He heard a door slam downstairs. Someone was in the house. He tried to scream, but nothing came out. He was an empty husk of his former self.
His bedroom door opened.
"Chad, you keep wanking off, and you'll -" the voice stopped when he saw Chad's bed. Then he began guffawing. Chad recognized his big bro Brad doubled over with laughter standing in Chad's doorway.
After a couple minutes, Brad straightened up. He was slightly out of breath from his laughter, but his panting was punctuated with giggles.
"Oh, yeah. Very surreal. Very realistic, Chad!" Brad shouted. Then he shook his head and walked over to Chad's bed.
"Yeah, bro's probably miles away. He wasn't expecting me to check on him until Sunday or Monday. So maybe I can turn his prank on him. Hm? What is this stuff?" Brad stuck two fingers in the white goo, sniffed, and tasted it. "Hm, watered down cottage cheese, and not sour yet." Then he picked up the empty skin that was Chad thinking it was a deflated sex doll. It was covered in gooey chunky dripping cum.
Brad laughed. "Don't see any cameras, so why not have some fun. Wonder if Chad knows I'm into gunge or if he thought this would gross me out. Ew, got some of this gunk on my clothes. Well, I can wash later." Brad kicked off his shoes and socks, peeled off his t-shirt, and shucked his training pants. Naked Brad flopped down in the gooey mess saturating Chad's mattress while using Chad as a blanket. His body made a squishy squelching noise, as he sloshed around like a pig.
He wallowed in the goo that he thought was cottage cheese. Then he grabbed his cock through the deflated sex doll, and jerked off. After blowing one load, Brad lay there in the muck daydreaming. He started massaging his cock again using Chad as a cum rag. An alarm on his cell phone chimed.
"Aw, fuck, just when I was having fun. Well, best get cleaned up."
Brad climbed out Chad's bed, and chuckled.
"Don't think Chad thought this prank through. He's gonna need a new mattress," Brad said.
He picked up crumpled Chad, and slung it over his shoulder. Chad's face mad a splitting noise as it hit Brad's butt cheeks.
"Chad was always a brown noser," Brad remarked as he repositioned the doll's legs on either side of his neck. Chad's deflated cock slapped Brad's right cheek. Brad loosely tied the legs across his chest like one might do with the sleeves of a sweater. Then he reached behind to where Chad's head now hung between his legs, grabbed it, and started pushing it up his anus until the fabric of the deflated doll was taut from his neck to his butt. Then he picked up his phone and headed into Chad's bathroom. He turned on the shower. Then he snapped some selfies in the mirror of his gungey mess while wearing the gungy sexdoll. He texted one of the photos to someone.
Then he pulled the doll head out of anus. Looked at it and laughed.
"Great likeness," he said as he held it up next to his face, and snapped a selfy with the brown-nosed muck streaked doll's face. Then he remarked, "I bet I could shove the whole thing up my rectum."
The alarm chimed again. Brad sighed. Stepped into the shower. He began to clean the gunk off himself and the sexdoll.
Brad was totally unaware that the sexdoll was really his brother, and totally aware of what was happening to him. One might wonder whether Brad would have done anything differently if he had.