As Chad kissed Matt's slimy stinky cock, he felt a wave of immense satisfaction and disgust. But the thought of not being human, and spending the majority of his existence as a plastic athletic cup inserted in Matt's jockstrap pouch was more disgusting.
The devil might prefer to rule in hell over serving in heaven, but Chad's choice was between serving in hell or being an inanimate prisoner in hell.
He swallowed Matt's cock and tried to replicate all the blowjobs he had had over the years. He vaguely was aware of Matt moaning. Chad's eyes were closed, as he recalled receiving the blow jobs that he was now mimicking.
Suddenly, Matt's cock jerked and jettisoned its hot load of semen. Chad's uvula was hit inducing gagging. It fell weird as the coating of cum slowly dripped down Chad's throat.
"Oh, yeah. I bet guys would pay good money for your bjs, Chad. I bet you could clear me a thousand a week easily."
Images of Chad hustling sleazy guys in dark alleys haunted Chad's thoughts. Still he would be human while he did it.
"You're a talented amateur, cocksucker," Matt commented, "but I want a pro. I want a total slave boy who knows its place. Fortunately, we have a trainer in town who breaks guys and rebuilds their personalities as perfect sex slaves. I really want him to train you for me. Only problem is if he recognizes you, he may not want to train you. So I need to give you a makeover. Spray tan, tattoos, and black hair dye on your head, pubes, even eyebrows. Then a locking mask with tinted goggles?" Matt said. Clearly thinking out loud.
Chad continued to lick Matt's cock until he was hard again.
"You really don't know who the local slave trainer is Chad?" Matt asked.
Chad answered even with Matt's now hard penis down his throat. "NUH-UH, who zit?"
"He runs the obedience school on the interstate. It's not just for canines."
Gagging Chad spoke in shock, "Bla-aaa-dz? Hehs muh budder!"
"Yep. Your big bro Brad is the master sex slave trainer. I've already booked you for his next class."