Just as Chad was mesmerized by Rico, a bell rang. It rang again. Chad recognized the bell, and said, "Doorbell." He turned stiffly away from an obviously irritated Rico, and opened the door.
There stood Dirk in only his shorts and sneakers. He had an annoyed look on his face. He pushed Chad inside, and closed the door behind him. He ignored Chad, and went over to Rico.
"What do you think you're doing, Rico?"
"Just got a tongue bath for my feet," Rico said nervously. Then he quickly added, "Chad, give us a blow job now."
Chad came over eagerly with his tongue hanging out. He looked down. The 3 tented shorts pointing at each other remind Chad of a biohazard sign. Chad pursed his lips, then smiled. "Both now? Okay!"
Chad's head shook violently, and vibrated his head into two identical copies growing out his torso. He pantsed the two startled men, and each head swallowed a cock.
"I, um, didn't k-k-know," stammered Rico.
"Oh, ooooh, ya dint?" Dirk gasped.
Chad always had to be the best. They closed their eyes and stood enjoying being serviced.
Chad was processing what they had done to him. These two fucking owned him. He had to reassert control. His mind raced.
Rico heard Dirk moaning and opened his eyes. He stared directly into Dirk's eyes. He realized their penises were pressed together on top of each other with their glans pushed into each other. They were also wrapped in some heavy rubber or silicone. Out of the corner of his eye, Rico saw the lower two-thirds of Chad oozing black rubbery streams of tarlike goo on to him and Dirk. Chad was cocooning them together.
Rico heard a whirring noise. He glanced toward the source of the sound, and saw Chad's cock vibrate into two exact copies, and then they migrated like salmon upstream up the flowing black streams emanating from Chad's distorted body. Dirk's eyes followed Rico's. They both felt Chad's disembodied erect cocks against their backs. They climbed upwards, over their heads and eyes, and into the mouth of the opposite guy. Then they fused into a double dildo. Rico pushed it out of his mouth as far as he could, which meant he was pushing it down Dirk's throat. Dirk gagged, and fought back. Soon the two were face fucking each other with Chad's double dick dildo.
Chad felt happy that they were so predictable. He formed a hand out of his right thigh, and phoned Bruno.
"Hey," answered Bruno.
"Hey, Bruno, remember that plan you had to turn a guy into a sex drone in a week or less? Well, I got a couple volunteers. No, not me. Anyway, if you can train both, I'm keeping Dirk, and you can have Rico. I've got them all coccooned together for shipping. They must weigh 300lbs together, you may need help shifting them."
"No problem, won't you be there?"
"I've got some plans. I'll be otherwise engaged for the week."
Bruno asked, "So what dya wanna name your drone. Rico, hm, I think I'll name him Freako, and have him tattoo a clown face on his face."
"Have him?"
"Yeah, you should do something with Dirk too. They'll be obedient drones, but they need reinforcement of their ownership. They can go to school and pretend to be who they were, but that'll just be an act after I'm through deep washing their brains. "
"Off, the cuff, I think I'll have Dirk get my name tattooed on the sole of his foot like the toys in Toy Story. How about this, a name tag tattooed to his chest, "I am It", and "Fuck It" on his butt cheeks."
"Hey, It'll be yours to do with as you like, Chad."
"When and where can I collect them?"
"About 15 minutes or so. But you can come later, they aren't going anywhere. They're up in my bedroom. I'll leave the front door unlocked. Lock it on your way out." Chad said as he started flowing faster into the cocoon. Straps and zippers and more dildos appeared.
Chad remembered every detail from Bruno's fantasy which he shared when he bunked with Chad at senior camp for a week. Then he added a dew ideas of his own.
The muffled screams coming from his two captives only spurred him to further action.
A pair of Chad's lips formed on either side of Dirk's and Rico's heads, and whispered in stereo, "I know what you did," then a penchant pause, "I remember everything."
Finally, he added as his lips melted back into the heavy rubber hoods, "Revenge is a dish best served cold."