I threw up my hands in frustration. "What choice do I have?" I said.
"That's more like it," said Runt. "You just behave yourself, and maybe you'll get a treat." He blew gently on my balls and I shivered -- I could feel the warmth of his hands on them and the coolness of his breath.
"Would you like to have it back for just a few minutes?" he asked.
"Yes!" I exclaimed, reaching for my dick.
"Ah ah ah," he said, wagging a finger at me. "Don't be a Grabby Gus, or I might just keep it for myself." He lowered my genitals down to his crotch and mashed them against his own.
"Ughhhh," I wheezed, feeling a weird warm melting between my legs. As soon as he took his hand away, my dick and balls hung there next to his own. He thrust out his hips, and I could feel my junk bouncing against his.
Looking straight into my eyes, he reached down and squeezed my dick like it was his own. It WAS his own now! I could feel it, but it was jutting out of his crotch, swelling up with his blood. If he wanted, he could just put on a pair of my pants, stroll out the door with my dick, and disappear with it.
"Please give it back," I whined. I sounded pathetic, I knew. But I was in a panic. My hand slipped down to my smooth crotch, rubbing the patch where it used to be.
"A matched set! Looks quite good, don't you think?" he said. Oh my God -- it DID look good to me for some reason. What's going on? Why am I turned on by this double-dicked freak? I couldn't say anything, couldn't move, just stared.
Runt grabbed one dick in each hand and gave them a squeeze. Wow -- I could feel them both! He started pumping with each fist and I nearly lost control. What would happen if I came in this state? Was I even capable?
I stared at the two sets of junk. He rubbed the two semi-hard against each other and it was amazing -- I could feel them both at once! Oh man, it was so hot. But what the fuck! Here I was watching the gayest thing ever, and I'd never done anything gayish ever before. What was this guy doing to me?
Without really thinking about it, I licked my lips. "You want it in your mouth, don't you," Runt said.
"Uh! No, no no, what are you doing!" I stammered. "I'm not gay!"
"Pff."
"Look," I said, shaking but trying to maintain at least a little control over the situation. "You can come into my place. Stay as long as you want. Do whatever you need to do. But come on, I really need my dick. And what do you get out of fagging me out?"
He frowned and I hastened to correct my gaffe.
"And I mean that in the nicest possible way! I love fags. Got tons of gay friends. I think they're great. It's just not my thing, right? Please? Can I be a straight guy with a dick? We can fool with transformations all you want but just please ... "
I was staring at his crotch again -- which one was mine? I couldn't tell them apart! They both looked the same! He was gently massaging the balls and it was hard for me to think.
"... please, let me have it back," I finished.
Oh, shit -- I could feel the pressure building up in all four balls. I realized he was about to come.