Chad was finally quiet. The face on the Speedo now wore a dumb smile and the eyes stared blankly ahead.
"Stoned? Hah, hah, Oh, perfect, well, Chad, I suspect a few more loads, and you'll be addicted to my cum, and it will be fun breaking you," Johnny said with an evil grin, "Damn, it's like talking to an inanimate object!" He hit his forehead with the heel of his hand. "That's the way it's supposed to be!"
"Hey, John-john?" Chaz called through the door, "Everything okay in there?"
"Yeah, I'll be out in a minute. I'm feeling loads better," he answered suppressing a snicker.
Chaz grinned, "Loads, huh? You need me to go spelunking and make sure you're all cleaned out?"
Johnny looked down at Chad's face fading away on the pouch, and said, "Sure thing, lover boy, if you're up to it?"
He grinned with Chaz' cum leaking into Chad from his ass, Chad would be out of commission for the rest of the day.
He unlocked the door, and Chaz entered, and undid his fly.