Chad felt himself losing control, Dirk's body was becoming less responsive. If Chad had paid better attention in Biology, he would have realized that the paralytic hormones that excreted before and during a person's dream-cycle to keep them from hurting themselves by acting out their dreams was responsible. Dirk was about to begin dreaming. Chad managed to put the box with the open end facing up inside Dirk's half filled laundry hamper. Then he staggered over to Dirk's bed, and collapsed on it. Dirk began dreaming, and Chad found his consciousness trapped in Dirk's erotic dream. Damn, for Chad it was a nightmare. He was naked on his knees begging Dirk like a dog begging for a bone. Oh, fuck, no. Dream Dirk undid his fly, and pulled his cock out. It was bigger in Dirk's dream than in real life, Chad thought contemptuously. Then he realized that he was salivating in Dirk's dream. He was just a puppet. He ran on his knees over to Dirk, and began lapping Dirk's massive Dream Dick until it was two feet long. Then Dream Chad swallowed the whole monster. He deepthroated all 2 feet of it, and the outline of Dirk's monster inside him was visible outlined under his skin in his neck and chest. Of course, this wasn't possible, as there should have been clavicle bones and more blocking its view, but then this was Dirk's dream.
Chad swallowed load after load, after load. He didn't realize until the dream ended, that Dirk had blown a few loads in his sleep. Chad was in a wet dream, and now he was a soggy stained singlet. He was exhausted. Maybe it was from the sleepwalking controlling Dirk's sleeping body, or maybe from being abused in Dirk's dream. He didn't know. He didn't care. He just passed out from exhaustion.
Chad wasn't sure if he actually slept or was just unconscious. He woke to Dirk jerking off his morning wood into his already crusty singlet. He remarked to Chad, as he yawned, "Morning, Chad, looks like you may have had more cum than you could absorb. I had a really hot dream last night, a wet one. Wish you were there, hell you were there, maybe I'll tell you about it sometime. Aaaaaah, hair of the dog for you, and now I'm ready for my morning shower."
He peeled Chad off and threw the singlet across his room toward the open hamper. The singlet landed on the edge of the hamper. He was hanging mostly in it just inches above the open box. If only he could fall all the way in. Maybe Dirk would push him in. Dirk wasn't even looking when he threw Chad. Either he assumed Chad landed inside the hamper, or he didn't really care. Chad saw Dirk's bare ass retreating toward the bathroom. For a moment he hated being empty, and longed to be hugging Dirk's buns and body. He shuddered and inched a bit closer to the open box. He could move! He concentrated on pulling himself up over the edge of the hamper so he could fall into the box. He didn't know if the box would magically return him or not, but it was his hope. He could hear Dirk's shower. It stopped, but Chad was only an inch closer to the box. He concentrated on undulating his fabric body, he had to get into the box before Dirk exited his bathroom. He hoped Dirk was one of those guys who spent to much time in the bathroom. He was so focused on getting into the box, he didn't hear Dirk exit the bathroom.