"So, how are you finding the young Imp?" Jean-Pierre asked, "Exotic, I hope"
Knowing Runt could be back any second, I made my decision.
"He-"
I heard a wet thud. I looked down and noticed my cock and balls had just fallen from my crotch. Mortified, I looked back up to Jean-Pierre, who seemed not to have noticed.
Suddenly, using my balls as legs, my cock began to trot away from me.
"Shit!" I yelled. Without making excuses, I ran after my cock which dashed through a half open door. I followed it into what seemed to be an empty kitchen.
As if my day hadn't been weird enough. I became gay and a mythical beast in the same moment, I was now chasing by cock like some sort of bizarre, Freudian Benny Hill sketch.
I found it hiding behind a pan. Its head looked, if such a thing were possible, at me apprehensively.
"I'm sorry," I implored, "I won't tell anyone what Runt is doing. Now please get back on!"