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Rich felt great. He had just woken up from a deep sleep, and, cocooned in a soft, warm sheet, he felt utterly relaxed. It was a nice change from his usual wake up call of an alarm and a sudden rush of anxiety.

Rich turned over, eyes still tightly closed as he nuzzled deeper into the mattress. He had the vague idea that he must have sweated all through the night, cause the sheets clung to him like wet cloth, and where they bunched up around his face they almost felt squishy. But they were so nice and warm, wrapped tight about him. So tight that he couldn't even move his arms or legs. But the bed was so comfy why would he want to move?

Rich stretched, and the way his muscles pulled and expanded was maybe the greatest thing he'd ever felt, like every particle of him was reaching out to experience the bed's blissful embrace.

Slowly, though, Rich began to feel something like a headache. Except, it wasn't coming from his head. Or maybe it was coming from his head, but as if his head were at the end of a very long tunnel. It was a weird sensation, and as the headache grew worse not a pleasant one.

Then his whole world lurched and Rich rolled. His tautly stretched body suddenly snapped around like a catapult and slammed him into something warm and hard. Then the world turned again, and a monumental weight was pushing him against the bed, and then it was grinding him into the sheets, squishing Rich nearly flat. It would've felt amazing if Rich weren't fucking terrified.

Rich tried to yell, but then he realized he couldn't make a sound. He could feel his mouth, but it was like he couldn't control his lips, and he was starting to drool but it didn't taste like--

Rich tried to pull himself up, but he realized he couldn't even feel his arms or his legs, not even--Oh God, he thought--his dick. He couldn't open his eyes either, not that they would do any good, still trapped beneath a clinging sheet. He was just a solid mass, twisting and turning beneath the mountain still above him. It relentlessly smushed him into the mattress, but Rich's muscles were stuck in their stretch and he could barely move.

Then Rich remembered. Not what was wrong with him or where he was now, but what had happened earlier, what--

"Merlin!" Rich instinctively tried to shout, only to remember he didn't have a voice. He started desperately struggling beneath the mountain again when a heat began rising in him, an intense and diffuse pressure that seemed to make his body stretch even tighter and become even more sensitive until it was painful. He cried out silently again, "Merlin!"

There was a groan, and as the headache grew even stronger a wave of nausea came too, while the weight bore down heavier on Rich's body than ever before, like it was trying to push him through the bed. Scattered images began racing through Rich's mind: a Brita full of frozen margaritas, a broken tv fixing itself, his own icy blue eyes, his body stretching and bulging on the ground, their kiss--

"Merlin! Help!"

----

Merlin felt terrible. His brain sloshed around his skull like a water balloon of pain. His mouth was dry as a desert, but bile waited at the back of his throat. And he had to piss so bad it felt like his morning wood was ready to explode.

Merlin! Help!

"I'm dying, Dick," Merlin groaned into his pillow, then curled up into a ball. He rubbed his boner between his thighs, which felt so good it almost made him forget his hangover. Just need more sleep, Merlin thought, sighing as he felt his consciousness slip away again.

No, wake up! I'm trapped! I can't move I can't see shit and I'm getting squeezed in something and oh fuck Merl why's everything so tight and hot and-and-

Merlin was just beginning to listen to what Rich was saying when his voice became a low moan, and Merlin felt his dick twitch and precum splatter the inside of his thighs. Merlin suddenly had a vivid image of himself on the bed, someone else's hands holding his legs apart, a thick dick balls deep inside him, a sandy blond bush pressed against his taint.

Like he had a shot of adrenaline Merlin sat up in bed, but when he opened his eyes the sunlight coming between the blinds was like daggers in his retinas. He closed them again, rubbing the pain away with his fingers. He called out, "Rich, where are you?"

I don't know! I just saw a flash then nothing.

Merlin suddenly realized he had no idea where Rich's voice was coming from. It sounded strange, almost as if he was hearing it in his head. But also not in his head, more...down.

I'm starting to see something, Rich said, as Merlin opened his eyes, But I can't control anything, it's like-like looking through a periscope.

Merlin looked at his hands and his throat clenched as he had the distinct sensation that some part of him did not recognize the hands as his own.

Fuck, Merl. I-I...

Merlin's dick started twitching uncontrollably beneath the covers, and as he looked at its outline against the sheets Rich's voice was small and scared, Oh god.

Merlin's boner began twitching more aggressively, then suddenly it was flopping between his thighs and bouncing against his abs, twisting itself into the sheet while somewhere down below a panicked Rich screamed, Get me out, Merlin! GET ME THE FUCK OUT!

Not wanting to believe it, Merlin thrust the blankets off. His dick sprang into the air, eight and a half uncut inches reaching for the ceiling. But Merlin didn't remember his dick being nearly this thick, it was like a soda can. And where he expected to see his well trimmed black pubes, instead he found an unkempt blond bush.

Pre leaked out the head and as it traveled down the shaft Merlin's dick was so sensitive it almost stung. Down below, Rich moaned.

They had the realization simultaneously.

I'm your--

You're my--

Merlin's dick started bouncing again, as if it were trying to jump off his pelvis. The sensation of it moving around on its own was insane, like a dick roller coaster. But the pressure was growing unbearable.

I can't be a fucking--

And before he could say the word, Merlin thought, Dick?

Merlin's dick became completely still. Then his bladder loosed. Hot, clear piss shot out in a jet stream and Merlin's rock hard cock began swinging around like an out of control fire hose as Rich screamed in Merlin's mind.

It took Merlin a moment to even realize what was happening, but once he was sprayed in the face he grabbed his dick in both hands. He tried to clench down on his bladder, but he quickly discovered he had absolutely no control over it. So he pointed the stream across the room, as his dick writhed in his grip.

Merlin's hungover brain felt ready to crack open as Rich kept yelling. His dick had never felt so sensitive, it was like he could feel the texture of each of his fingers, the head almost buzzing with pleasure as it twisted beneath his foreskin, the piss pumping up the shaft like fire, and as it burst through the slit Merlin almost thought he could taste it.

With a few final bursts and accompanying yelps from Rich, the piss came to a stop. But as his dick kept squirming in his grip Merlin couldn't let go. It felt too good, like his dick was jacking itself off against his fingers, the last dribbles of piss rolling down the shaft like teasing feathers. Merlin suddenly felt his balls nearly pull all the way up inside him, felt his asshole tighten and his taint jump, felt the warmth building, every cell in his dick begin to tingle with anticipation.

Merl! Rich's voice was half moan half cry. Then he shot. Jizz arced high into the air like a geyser. Merlin couldn't even breathe it felt so good, like his dick was electrified with pleasure. Merlin slumped back on the bed, then his dick broke free of his grip and suddenly there was cum splattering his face and chest in huge ropes. Each new shot wracked his whole body with pleasure.

As the cum slowed down and Rich's moans became quieter, Merlin cracked his cum coated eyes to look at his dick. The dark red tip, now white with cum, had slipped out of the foreskin, and almost seemed to look at him.

Simultaneously Rich and Merlin thought, Holy fuck. Then they passed out.

----

Merlin woke up to "shoot" and maracas and bass, as Come Together started playing staticky and muffled from a phone tangled in his pillow case. His eyes flickered open, with difficulty as his face was crusted with dried cum.

"Dick?" Merlin moaned, his nausea and headache returning. He looked down at his crotch, the blond pubes still a shock, but his dick was completely flaccid and still. Merlin gently took it in two fingers and gave it a little tug, "Dick?"

Huh? Merlin's dick jerked and Rich sounded as if he was woken up from a deep sleep. Merlin realized that even though he heard Rich in his mind it felt like his voice was coming from his dick. Imma just needs bit more sleep, Merl, Rich slurred, and Merlin's dick went even softer, like a turtle into its shell. Merlin tried shaking his dick like a wet noodle, but it might as well have been snoring for all the good it did to get Rich talking.

Meanwhile Come Together had reached the chorus and it was like nails on a chalkboard to Merlin's hungover ears. Letting go of his dick Merlin fumbled for his phone. When he finally found it the music was obnoxiously at full volume, but it quieted as soon as Merlin looked at the screen. It was an alarm for a reminder titled, "wAk3 up dIkheads!1!!!!111"

Merlin clicked on it, and a video began playing. It was Merlin, red faced, glassy eyed, and naked from the chest up, his arm jerking up and down. He exaggeratedly bit his lip, "I'm gonna cum!"

The camera panned down Merlin's abs, and revealed Rich's head resting between his legs, his cheeks puffed out. Merlin gave Rich's short blond hair a noogie and moaned like a girl as Rich spat water out his mouth like a fountain. The boys then burst into laughter and both started talking at once, making them incomprehensible. But then Rich turned over in Merlin's lap and took Merlin's huge dick down his throat. The camera turned back to Merlin sticking his tongue out and making a hang loose gesture before he shut off the video.

What the fuck is wrong with us, dude?

Rich's voice sounded exhausted as Merlin felt his cock stir. It stayed soft, but it was beginning to feel sensitive again, as if his dick were waking up to the sensation of being a dick.

Chagrined, Merlin looked past his phone and down to his penis, and through dry lips croaked, "Probably the sadomasochism."

You'd think after the wax job we'd have learned better.

Merlin couldn't help but chuckle. They'd gotten blackout at Rich's beach house during senior week, and woken up covered in bikini wax strips. That had not been a fun hangover chore.

"How you feeling, Dick?"

There was a brief pause then Merlin's dick stood on end. It didn't get hard, it just raised itself straight off his crotch, and the head seemed to look at him.

Honestly, I know I should still be freaking the fuck out right now. But I just had the best nap of my life and somehow I'm feeling insanely chill.

Merlin's dick suddenly bent, and gently rubbed against his balls like it was petting them, Like this feels so fucking good. And it did. Merlin could feel his dick start to get hard.

But Merl?

"Yeah?"

Stop calling me `Dick' while I'm stuck in your fucking dick!

Merlin's cock suddenly whipped down and the head nailed him straight in the testicle. Merlin choked and pulled up his legs from the pain as Rich yelped.

I did not think that through. Fuck that hurt, Rich groaned, Like I'm not in your balls, but they're definitely close by. Merlin's dick suddenly started growing again, as Rich kept musing, It was really intense actually. But in a kinda hot way you know?

Then Merlin's hard dick swung down, and the shaft slammed into his sack like a bat hitting a baseball.

MMMM fuck yeah! That's a sexy hurt, Rich moaned as Merlin coughed in pain again.

Merlin grabbed his dick tightly, "Stop hitting me in the fucking balls, dude!"

Well then get me out of your fucking dick, dude! There's not much else to do here. Except...Rich almost began moaning as Merlin felt his dick start to twist and turn in his grip, Fuck your fingers feel good, Merl. Maybe you could just move them up and down a little--

Merlin's hand shot off his dick, "This is too fucked up and I am too fucking hungover to process this shit, Rich."

Well then get rid of your hangover and change me back!

"How the fuck am I supposed to get rid of my hangover?"

You're a fucking wizard, bitch! Use your wand!

Merlin was about to spit back a retort, but he bit his tongue. A third whack to the balls and he may puke. Merlin picked his phone back up and opened the grimoire app.

Fuck, that's insane, Rich said quietly, taking in the details of the picture perfect virtual world on screen, I thought you were fucking with me.

Merlin knew Rich hadn't been able to see the app last night, but his head hurt too much to know what to do with that information. He selected his avatar, and immediately found a hangover intensity option. He set it to zero and the spiral appeared on screen. When he clicked it the world began to turn, and for half a heartbeat Merlin thought he was going to boot. Then his head became warm, and all at once it was like a cool wave washed over him.

God damn, does that feel better, Rich groaned.

You're telling me, Merlin thought, closing his eyes as the sudden absence of nausea and pain felt as good as sex. Then his eyes flicked open. He looked at his dick and thought, Wait, was he feeling my hangover?

Uh, yeah dude. Obviously not as much as you were, but could definitely tell it was woozy up there.

Oh fuck, you're in my fucking brain, Rich?

I'm in your fucking dick, obviously your dick is connected to your brain!

"I need to figure out what the fuck is going on," Merlin said, sitting up in bed and looking clear eyed at the grimoire.

You're pinching me, Rich squeaked.

"Shit, sorry," Merlin mumbled, adjusting his dick between his legs. Merlin went back to his avatar in the app and highlighted his new dick. Immediately it began pulsing red and Merlin's stomach dropped.

Oh fuck Merl, it's red! You said that means I'm stuck! But I don't wanna be a dick!

"J-just calm down, Rich, we'll figure it out, ok? I promise, whatever we gotta do--"

But Rich could hear Merlin's thoughts as easily as his own, and Merlin was starting to panic. Thankfully that was cut short as cursive letters began writing across the screen: "Binding in progress."

Merlin felt a surge of relief, "See? When I couldn't change it before it said `bound,' so this has to be reversible. Here," Merlin clicked the words onscreen and his dick expanded to fill the screen and an avatar of Rich appeared along side it. Then more text appeared:

"Binding changer integration in progress. Further changes suspended.

"7 ejaculations required for completion. Changer and changed must both consent to final ejaculation. Ejaculations remaining: 6.

"Change must be completed within 72 hours. Failure will result in bound reversion of changed to natural state. Time remaining: 61h 42m 12s."

While his dick laid still against his belly, Merlin could sense that Rich was following along as he read. When he finished Rich immediately said, So...I'm stuck in your dick for three days.

"Yep. So long as we don't cum six more times."

Merlin's dick suddenly curled, hunched over his balls in an almost surly pose, Well that fucking sucks. Cumming was awesome, what the fuck else can I do down here? Piss?

"Well, we know you can do that," Merlin said, sniffing. He flipped through the grimoire and quickly changed the piss and cum that had gotten all over the room into oxygen.

Yeah, yeah, look at you you're cool with your magic. Come on, what am I supposed to do for the next three days?

"Not cum on things, we've been over this," Merlin said, grinning at his dick.

Ha fuckin ha, Merl. I mean I have shit to do, classes, homework.

"Well, the magic seems to have a minimum impact on the outside world, so I doubt it'll matter with classes. Maybe your professors will think you were sick or something."

So am I just supposed to like...hang here?

"What else can we do dude? Besides, you're seeing what I'm seeing, right? So we go to classes and you don't even miss anything. And then, I don't know, we'll watch a movie or I'll play dark souls. You love fucking backseat driving me in dark souls anyway so it'll be like nothing's changed."

Except me being a fucking dick!

"Like I said, no difference at all," Merlin laughed as his dick began swinging around angrily, while Rich fumed. "Alright, alright, I'm sorry. I couldn't resist."

Fuck you, Rich said, as Merlin's dick exasperatedly plopped onto his thigh.

"So, uh, Rich?" Merlin waited for a mental grunt before he continued, "Is it just me or are you a bit...sensitive right now?"

Merlin's dick stood back on end, Oh fuck you, bro! Sensitive?! You turned me into a fucking--

"No no no, that's not what I meant," Merlin said, raising his hands apologetically, "Like, my penis is literally fucking sensitive right now. I can feel every little move it--you make. And you're moving like crazy, I've never felt my dick do anything like what you're doing right now."

Well I don't know, dude, it's not like I have much experience with this shit, Merlin's dick began spinning in circles, But I am feeling pretty fucking limber. And, uh, every bit of me is tingling, yeah. I just figured that's what a dick feels like.

"I mean it kinda is but it's like...how your dick feels when you concentrate on it. Except all the time. It's like I can't get my mind off it."

Yeah well you've got a mind in it.

All this talk about how his dick felt made Merlin hard again, Fucking a, Merl. Why does this feel so good. Like think of the best stretch you've ever had after the best nap of your life. This is ten times better than that, and I'm just holding it. Fuuuuckkkkkk dude.

And Merlin's dick seemed to shiver. He had never felt a hard on like this. The sheer sensation was overwhelming, like when the head of his dick would get super sensitive after cumming, but covering his whole dick. He watched the thick vein along the top of his dick bulge as a heavy drop of pre leaked out his long foreskin.

God damn. How could you give me taste buds down here. Like this pre tastes good, and the cum wasn't too bad, but to make me taste your piss? You're fucking sick.

Merlin raised an eyebrow, looking at his dick skeptically. He could sense Rich thinking about how good the piss tasted, and how desperately he wanted to feel it shoot out of him again.

"Rich, you realize I can literally read your mind right now?"

Oh. Right. Fuck. Merlin's boner flopped onto his belly, as shame rolled off Rich.

"You're a fuckin freak, bro," Merlin laughed, lifting up his dick and letting it slap back against his belly, "Honestly I'd bet all my powers the taste buds were your idea. Little fuckin piss pig. Who were you kidding, calling me sick?"

Rich wanted to deny it, but he knew that Merlin knew that Rich knew it was true.

"Fuck, ya know, as I'm getting hornier again...piss stuff does sound kinda hot," then Merlin caught himself, "What the fuck Rich? I was never into any pee play!"

Well I guess I'm stuck in your dick and you're stuck with my kinks dude, I'm so fucking sorry. Hope you like clothespins too.

Unconsciously Merlin's hands went to his nipples and pinched them hard. He gasped, and his dick jerked with excitement. Merlin stared wide eyed at it.

"Rich, I...I definitely did not mean to do that."

Seriously? Cause I felt really in sync with you just then. Like I felt your nipples almost as much as I feel your dick.

"Whatever you just did, try it again."

Suddenly Merlin felt an intense desire to pinch his nipples, but he held it in check as his dick twitched in frustration, Urgh, ok, you don't have to do it but you should. It was fuckin hot, Merl.

"Jesus Christ I...it's like thinking with my dick dude. If I wasn't paying attention you could--"

Fucking mind control you?!?

Suddenly Merlin felt an assault on his sense. He wanted to sniff his armpit, then he wanted to stick a finger up his ass, then he wanted to bend over and try to lick the head of his dick, one horny idea after another.

"You're not gonna make me do any of that Rich so calm the fuck down. I think it's more I can be suggestible. I don't know, and we don't need to find out. Stop thinking about horny shit, this is serious. We need to get you out of there and the only thing that can stop us is being too fucking horny!"

Fuck, you're right. Only six more times, Merl? This is gonna suck, I could shoot right now!

And as Merlin looked at his dick he knew it was true. He could see the veins pulsing, the tip just beginning to peek out of the hood of his foreskin, glistening with pre.

God fucking dammit is that a beautiful dick, Rich said, Merlin's dick bouncing as if it were shooting cum, Thick and long and... Merlin felt a big bead of pre drool out the tip as Rich moaned.

"Rich, you need to chill!" Merlin said, flicking the head of his dick hard.

It was like Merlin had slapped him in the face, and Rich suddenly realized how he sounded. Distressed, he said, Merl, stop looking at it. It's too fucking sexy, I can't handle it dude.

"Good idea," Merlin said, even though they both knew they both wanted Merlin to keep looking at his dick, "We need to go for a run or something."

Merlin stood up, and as his dick bounced in the air between his legs Rich said, Whoa, no way. This is what your dick feels like swinging between your legs? Dude, you go bouncing me around campus I'll shoot in your shorts!

"I have briefs Rich, you'll be nice and snug."

Yeah right, more like a straitjacket. No way, if I'm stuck as a dick I better be a free dick.

"I can't just have my dick hanging out all day, dude."

Like hell you can't.

Exasperated, Merlin ran his hand through his hair, trying to look anywhere but at his dick. He picked up his phone, flicking away the grimoire to check the time.

"We got an hour till class. Let's just take a cold shower, and once you're soft I can find my loosest boxers, ok?"

Reluctantly Rich agreed. Merlin grabbed his shower caddy and wrapped a towel around his waist, but as the rough towel touched his dick Merlin winced and Rich yelped, What the fuck is that towel made of? Sandpaper? Why are you using a rag like that?

"The soft ones suck at drying you off. That's the point of a towel, it doesn't matter if it feels good if it sucks at doing what it's supposed to."

Fuck that, get this shit off, and Merlin felt his dick suddenly work its way under the towel wrapped around his waist, and fling it to the ground.

"Well what the fuck am I supposed to wear to the shower, Rich?"

Jesus Christ, Merl, are you going to make me say it every time? YOU'RE A FUCKING WIZARD.

"Fine," Merlin said, picking the towel back up and staring at it intently.

Aren't you gonna use your phone?

"It's a towel, I don't think I can fuck it up too badly. Now stop interrupting," and Merlin's vision began spinning. In a blink the towel puffed up into a soft and luxurious fabric, "See?"

But then Merlin heard a small and squeaky voice, Don't forget to bring a towel! You wanna get high?

"Shut the fuck up, Dick. That's copyright infringement."

----

The dorms weren't too crowded for a Monday afternoon, but Merlin did get a few odd looks as he walked down the hallway in nothing but a towel, trying to hide his massive boner with his shower caddy. When he entered the men's bathroom Merlin checked the stalls to make sure it was empty, and then his dick suddenly poked out between the towel folds like parted curtains, before plopping its soft six inches on the bathroom sink.

Dude, that sucked. You just need to skip class, there's no way I can be in a fucking pair of pants!

"My penis shouldn't be such a pussy," Merlin said, getting his toothbrush ready. But when Merlin looked at his face, his dick jumped.

Wait. That's not you, Rich said.

Merlin kept brushing his teeth as he thought back, What do you mean?

I mean that's not you, you fucker! You're a little pimply dweeb, this is-- you turned yourself into a fucking male model.

Merlin grinned, You remember now?

How could I forg-holy shit, I did forget. No wonder you made me stutter.

Merlin raised an eyebrow and spit out the toothpaste, "Wouldn't have been that impressed with the old me?"

Rich hesitated, and Merlin could see an incredibly vivid image of Merlin's old self, the short, scrawny nerd, average and unremarkable in almost every way. Except for his eyes, which were a piercing cold steel. And his cheeks were cuter than Rich had remembered, his dimples inviting, his lips--

Merlin's dick pulsed as Rich imagined his lips locking with Merlin's, ripping his clothes off to reach the soft skin beneath, his hands grasping down for his thick and long--

Merlin flicked his dickhead again.

Ow, fuck dude. Not my fault you got me thinking bout it. Cause yeah, I'd still definitely be interested in the old you. If anything we would've gotten to fucking faster if I weren't struck dumb by a sex god.

Merlin grinned at the mirror again, examining his new body from every angle, "I did do a pretty good job on the changes, huh?"

Fucking perfection. Merlin felt his dick bounce, and a rope of pre suddenly fell on the top of his foot. He looked down, and at the sight of his boner leaking pre his boner bounced and leaked more pre, splattering Merlin's other foot. Merlin ripped his gaze back to the mirror.

"Did you think that, or did I?"

I don't know, but you should. It'd be so hot, Merl.

And before Merlin even realized what he was doing, he was standing on one leg and lifting the other one as he brought his foot to his face, vaguely remembering that he had made himself as flexible as an Olympic gymnast. He closed his eyes and sniffed deeply as his tongue stretched across the top of his size thirteen foot, licking up the salty pre.

Fuck yeah, that's so good. Lick it all up. Look at yourself while you do it.

Merlin opened his eyes and the sight of his twice as long tongue stretched across his sexy new foot made another rope of pre splatter on the floor.

Get in deeper bitch, taste those toes.

And Merlin's tongue snaked between each toe as his lips wrapped around them, and as he watched himself worshipping his own foot in the mirror Merlin suddenly realized that his eyes weren't their familiar steel-grey, but an icy blue.

The sight jolted Merlin out of his horny reverie. He quickly swung his huge foot back down, but he moved too fast for his still unfamiliar body and the floor was slippery with his pre. He fell flat on his back, losing his towel along with his dignity as he laid dazed and naked on the cold tile floor.

Jesus, Merl, you forget how to stand?

"I was a little fucking startled, Dick!"

Yeah, that shit was trippy. Those were definitely my eyes, dude. And before--it was like, I thought something, and you just did it. But I did it too, you know? Like, really in sync.

Merlin sat up, rubbing his head as he covered himself back up. Although his boner immediately squirmed its way free again.

"Well, you need to stop trying to sync with me, Rich. You're a dick right now, obviously you just want to get off. And that's the one fucking thing we can't do."

Merlin's dick tapped against his belly a couple times, as if it were considering something, I'm ninety nine percent sure I always just want to get off.

Merlin couldn't help but laugh, "That's probably true."

But if we can't get off there's nothing wrong with a little edging.

"There is if edging leads to shooting and you end up stuck as my dick forever!"

Oh shit. You're right. Fuck Merl, you gotta get me soft, this hard on--I can't even think straight.

So Merlin pulled himself to his feet, grabbed his shower caddy, and went straight to the nearest shower stall. He nearly screamed as the cold water hit him, and in his mind Rich let loose a barrage of curses and yelps as Merlin's dick swung around his crotch, trying to escape the stream.

"What'd you say--get in deeper bitch," Merlin laughed, grabbing his dick in both hands and forcing the thick boner right under the ice cold water.

Eeeeee, Rich squealed, and even Merlin could barely stand the freezing spray, but slowly he felt his dick begin to soften in his grip. Eventually it retreated within his fingers, and Rich said, Ok ok, I'm soft. Turn off this fucking ice bath, please.

Merlin was eager to oblige, and as he turned the heat on it was like needles against his cold skin. Merlin looked down at his dick, hanging a good five inches and swinging back and forth like an elephant trunk.

"Do you really need to move around like that?"

What else am I supposed to do down here? I'm bored!

"That's not why you're doing it," Merlin said, exasperated. He knew Rich was just having fun, enjoying the sensation like he was on a swing set.

Fuck. Can't get anything past you down here, and Merlin's dick finally fell still as it drooped over his balls and between his legs. Merlin grinned at it.

"Is that so bad?"

No, Rich said reluctantly, Merlin's dick twitching a little as even the feeling of gravity pulling his hung softie down was pleasant. Merlin bit his lip.

"So, uh, Rich?"

What?

"I kinda gotta go."

Ah fuck. Do we have to?

"You feel it just as bad as me, dude. It's only gonna get worse."

Then you do it.

"I can't, I've got no control over it."

Fine, Rich said reluctantly, but Merlin sensed his excitement and felt his dick swell a little. Merlin could feel Rich concentrating, and suddenly a heat built up from the base of his dick, and then he felt it shoot down the full length like a water cannon.

"Mmmmm."

Mmmmm.

They moaned simultaneously as a heavy jet of piss poured out of Merlin's dick and onto the shower floor. Without thinking, Merlin took his dick back in hand, and pointed the spray up onto his pecs.

Fuck that's so hot. Higher. Taste it.

And Merlin stuck out his tongue and let the stream hit it, the salty, slightly bitter taste making his dick pulse in his hands. Slowly the stream died down, and Merlin came back to his senses. He let go of his half hard dick and spit onto the ground, then gargled some water and spit that out too.

"What the fuck, Rich, stop making me do stuff!"

I'm a fucking penis, Merl, I can't make you do anything! Have some self control!

Merlin angrily turned the water back to ice cold. Rich squealed again as Merlin quickly lathered himself up with soap.

----

"There's no fucking way."

Merlin was back in his room, staring at himself in the mirror. He was wearing a black hoodie and baggy grey sweatpants, and his bulge was clearly visible halfway down his thigh.

Well then go in the nude or not at all, Merl, cause no way are you putting those jeans back on.

They'd been arguing about what pants Merlin would wear to class for twenty minutes. Finally Merlin had found a very soft pair of Jackson's grey sweatpants which Rich had finally agreed to, but seeing how they fit Merlin felt like an exhibitionist.

"Even just putting on some briefs--"

Dude, I told you, I'm not going into those tiny ass straitjacket panties!

"They fucking stretch--"

I said no!

Merlin checked the time, and realized they were already going to be late. He reached into the pants and stuck the head of his dick under the drawstring, eliciting complaints from Rich.

"I don't care dude, just stay there till we can sit down," Merlin huffed, pulling his hoodie down as far as it could go and mostly covering up his dick. Rich continued whining but didn't yank his dick out from under the waistband as Merlin grabbed his backpack and rushed out the door.

Thankfully their seminar classroom wasn't too far from the dorms, and even a couple minutes late the professor wasn't there yet while the class still buzzed with conversation. As his classmates noticed him they almost all did a double take, before quickly remembering that that was always what Merlin looked like. Merlin found his seat in the front row, and felt a pang of guilt as he looked at the empty chair where Rich normally sat just behind him.

Yeah, you should feel guilty.

Fuck you dude. You were totally onboard with this stupid fucking idea, Merlin thought back as he took a seat, his dick immediately squirming out of his waistband to stretch down his leg as Rich groaned appreciatively. At the desk next to him, his friend Liz finally noticed Merlin's arrival.

"Oh my god, where've you been Merlin? I was ready to call DPS."

"I had a little medical emergency. I'd rather not get into it," Merlin said blushing, and eager to change the conversation added, "Where's Calvin?"

Liz looked at him as if she were dissatisfied with his answer, but unwilling to pry further she allowed the subject to move on, "She's not coming in today, apparently she's seen it enough times."

"Wait, seen what? Have we found out yet?" Professor Calvin had been hyping up the movie she had scheduled the class to watch that day the whole semester, saying it was the best movie in the last fifty years, but insisted on keeping it a surprise.

"Yeah..." Liz groaned, "The Big Lebowski."

"Seriously?"

"Uh huh."

"She is so fucking weird."

"Right? It's such garbage."

"What? No way. I mean it's definitely not the best movie, but it's still-"

But Merlin was interrupted by the classroom door opening as their TA, Tim, walked in. The slim senior strode to the front of the room and the students fell quiet at Tim's self-assured demeanor. He was the president of the school's improv club, and Rich was struck by how Tim's clean-cut look--cute, round face and short brown hair--was offset by a tiny silver stud in his left ear and a sexy smirk.

I could've sworn he was taller, Merlin thought.

Yeah, cause you've grown half a foot, ya dingbat, Rich said, He is fucking hot though. I know you said he was, but I didn't really notice before.

Cause you were straight as an arrow before, Merlin thought back.

I had five percent gay!

"Alright time to get in your fucking element everyone," Tim called out as he took out the dvd, "Professor Calvin is obsessed with this movie and she's gonna grill you on it Thursday, so pay attention, even if you've watched it before."

Tim bent over to put in the movie, and Merlin felt his dick jump at the sight of Tim's bubble butt stretching his tight jeans.

Do you have any idea how hot my ass would look in tight jeans, Rich?

Your dick looks better in sweat pants.

When Tim stood back up to face the class he finally noticed Merlin and did a double take. He blushed before he spoke again, "Uh, so, yeah. The assignment is," he took out his phone and pulled up an email, "`What does "The dude abides" signify?' And Professor Calvin wants an eight hundred word essay by next class. So, uh...without further delay." A blushing and practically tongue tied Tim started the movie and quickly took a seat at the front desk.

Holy fuck, Merl, you broke the improv king he's so thirsty for you.

Shut up, Rich, he just wasn't expecting my changes. You should know.

I know I wanted to fuck you when you got me stuttering.

Well you don't know he wants to fuck me.

Oh yeah I do. Besides, didn't you guys hook up already?

What? No, of course not.

Then why'd he walk you back to your dorm Saturday?

He did what?! I don't remember basically anything from Saturday night.

Fuck Merl, I think you have a drinking problem. Yeah, you knocked over a pong pyramid and he volunteered to help you back home. You were making googly eyes at him the whole way out, I figured--well, you know.

Merlin felt his cheeks grow hot, Fuck, I really must've made an ass of myself.

Nah, that party was just crazy, you fit right in. I'm the one who made an ass of myself, remember? Fucking piss boy.

For all I know I might've said something just as embarrassing as "piss in my mouth."

Well he must've been into it cause he can't keep his eyes off you.

And suddenly Merlin realized in his peripheral vision he could see Tim looking at him, but when Merlin looked over to meet his gaze Tim quickly looked back to the movie.

Dude, he's crushing so hard right now.

Dude, shut up, Merlin thought, but he couldn't help but grin as he thought Rich might be right.

Didn't he text you?

Oh shit, I totally forgot, and Merlin furtively took his phone out beneath his desk. He had half a dozen missed texts, but he quickly found Tim's.

On Saturday just after midnight he'd texted, "Tim McMurphy 😉"

Gave you a fucking winky face dude, he needs it.

Can you shut up for one second, Rich!

Then Sunday morning Tim had texted, "If you're not sleeping like the dead, Mocha Moe's makes the best hungover breakfast sandwich ever. Wanna grab one? My treat"

He invited you on a hangover date! Too bad you were too busy fucking a talking fleshlight.

Merlin ignored Rich as he kept reading. A couple hours later Tim had texted again, "Gonna guess you went with sleep like the dead lol" and then Monday afternoon he'd sent the last text, "You were missed in class, hope everything's ok."

Ah fuck, Rich, I can't believe I never responded, I'm such an asshole.

Yep, you really fucked that--

But suddenly typing bubbles began appearing, and Merlin's phone buzzed as a new text came through, "So I take it you haven't lost your phone 😜"

Merlin felt his cheeks blush hot. He looked back at Tim who grinned shyly at him. Merlin's dick jumped. Oh fuck, what the fuck do I say, Rich?

Let me make it up to you with my cock?

You're fucking useless.

Looking between Tim and his phone Merlin texted, "Really really sorry about that, it's been a crazy couple days 😳"

A blushing emoji, seriously?

I said shut up Rich.

Another text came through, "You're good, was just worried I might've scared you off lol Saturday got a little crazy"

Merlin responded right away, "I bet although I'm a little hazy on the details 🙃"

The emoji are so fucking cringe.

You're so fucking cringe.

"😂 not too surprised, you were having a good time"

"Hope I didn't embarrass myself too bad"

"Not at all, it was a fun party"

Merlin looked back at Tim with a look of embarrassed skepticism. But Tim just winked at him and Merlin's stomach swooped.

His dick twitched too, and Merlin knew Rich liked the wink as much as he did. Ask him on another date.

Should I?

Of course, dude, what're you talking about.

You want me going on a date with another guy?

And Rich thought about the night before, about how it was like seeing Merlin for the first time, and he remembered their kiss and Merlin in his arms and words they didn't say but acted.

Hesitantly Rich said, Well, while I'm your penis at least. We got six more loads available, right? I think we can spare one for this sexy senior. It's basically just a threesome right? And Merlin couldn't help but imagine his super sensitive Dick-filled dick rubbing along the crack of Tim's bubble butt. Rich continued, And maybe he'd be down for a threesome when I'm back to normal, too.

Merlin grinned, feeling his dick harden even more at the thought of tag teaming Tim with Rich, If you say so.

"Any chance I could take you up on that coffee date tonight instead?"

"Unfortunately I gotta run straight to club once class is done and have an essay to finish up after. Lunch tomorrow? At the cub?"

"Hell yes 😉"

"Sweet, I'll see you there at 12:30. Now put your phone away and watch the movie!"

And with a last grin at Merlin Tim set his phone down on the desk and pointed at the screen. Merlin grinned back, pocketing his phone and turning back to the movie in time to see The Dude roaming a grocery store.

Great fucking success, Rich said. Merlin's dick was now rock hard under the desk and he and Rich were both caught up in fantasies of Tim. They imagined him naked, nipple rings to match his earring, face down his smooth ass up, cheeks spread and his tight pink hole warm and inviting.

And whatever one imagined, the other saw. Rich imagined smacking Tim's ass and Merlin saw it turn red, and as Merlin imagined his long tongue pushing inside Tim's tight hole Rich imagined adding a finger alongside it. They played and built off each others' ideas, the fantasy becoming more detailed and crazy as they lost track of who came up with what and they reveled in their shared lust.

But when they felt a large bead of pre suddenly leak out of Merlin's dick and into his light grey sweatpants they both realized they needed to calm down. If only so they wouldn't have to stand up after the movie with a huge dark stain like Merlin had peed himself. Merlin flexed his thighs as hard as he could, and even though it almost made him feel light headed Merlin held the flex till his dick softened a little.

Nice work, Merl. Let's just concentrate on Lebowski, it's my fourth favorite movie.

It was like Rich was sitting right next to him, the two of them free to discuss and talk about the movie as if they were in their own private theater. And when Merlin finally went soft around the time Lebowski meets Lebowski, they were both so engrossed in their watching and talking and laughing they'd forgotten the fact that Rich was stuck in Merlin's dick. At one point Merlin even scratched his dick and neither made any note of it.

At least until Julianne Moore's tits appeared on screen.

Wait--dude, it's--what the fuck Merl? Rich said angrily, Merlin's dick starting to move on its own again.

What? Merlin asked, worried.

It was like the thing I asked you not to do. I can't believe I didn't notice it fucking hours ago.

What?!

Boobs.

What about boobs?

I have never seen a pair of tits I didn't love. And now those boobs do absolutely nothing for me?

Merlin laughed quietly, Sorry Rich, but you're a very gay guy's dick. I might've got some of your kinks, but I think you got my sexuality.

Fuck Merl, like seriously, nothing? Not even a little hint of titty excitement?

Merlin subtly looked across the room, and Rich immediately saw who Merlin wanted him to see. Kyle, a starting lineman for the football team, about six feet and two hundred twenty pounds of fit but husky man. And he looked at Kyle's huge pecs, and imagined Kyle shirtless, imagined his lips around Kyle's beefy hairy nipple. Merlin felt his dick start to harden again, and he quickly turned back to the movie, smiling to himself.

How's that for titty excitement?

Fuck. I mean, it'll have to fucking do I guess, but Merlin smiled to himself at Rich's bluster because he knew Rich was happily imagining titty-fucking Kyle.

----

"That wasn't too bad, right?" Merlin said, closing the door and immediately dropping trou.

His dick, which had gone soft as he walked back to his dorm, stretched out almost like it was yawning, and then shook itself like a wet dog, Wooh, it is good to be out of there. But no, it wasn't too bad. I enjoyed whipping Jake and Bill's asses anyway.

After the movie Merlin had grabbed dinner with Liz and their mutual friend Jake, and then played some CoD with Jake and his roommate. With Rich along for the ride it was like Merlin had twice the brain power and reflexes, and he played at least twice as good as he ever had alone, trouncing the other guys in match after match for over an hour. Although Rich's excitement at the matches did make Merlin's dick hard.

"Jake was so fucking flustered, had no idea what he was up against," Merlin laughed. He plopped down on the futon and started flipping through Netflix, "What should we watch?"

Any other Coen brothers?

"Uh, No Country, but that's way too dark. Maybe O, Brother Where Art Thou?"

And as Merlin flipped through the app, without thinking he scratched the base of his dick.

Oh fuck that felt good, Merl. Didn't even realize I had an itch till you were already scratching it.

"What can I say, I know how to treat my dick," Merlin joked, grasping his dick and balls lightly in his hand. His penis jumped, and still soft the head twisted around, trying to pry off Merlin's fingers.

Let fucking go, Merl, you're gonna get me hard.

"You squirming around like that is gonna get us hard. I like holding my dick, Rich, there's nothing sexual about it. And I know you'll like it too. Just relax, all this jumping and swinging around--I know you just wanna hang there, so just hang there, ok? Like I said, I know how to treat my dick."

It's too fucking much, man, I--and Rich moaned as Merlin's dick kept squirming in his grip, quickly growing hard, and even after Merlin took his hand off it it kept shooting up to full mast.

"Sorry bout that," Merlin said guiltily, looking down at his dick, "Thought it may help make every sensation not be an instant boner."

Well every sensation is instant boner.

"Like you a week into no nut November," Merlin teased.

What a stupid idea that was. Barely made it two weeks, and what'd I get out of it? A marginally better orgasm and cum in my eye.

"You should've let me blow you."

Couldn't have you getting addicted to my jizz.

"I could live in withdrawal."

Merlin bit his lip as he looked at his big dick, but then he and Rich remembered they couldn't get off. So Merlin went back to flipping through Netflix, him and Rich both trying to think of something besides boners and jizz. But it wasn't working, Merlin's eyes glazed over the screen as his focus was trapped on his hard dick. He turned off the tv.

"Let's just go to bed. We can't be horny if I'm passed out, right?"

Good idea.

But as Merlin stripped off his shirt and went towards his bed the white aluminum casing of his fleshlight caught his eye and his dick twitched.

Wait. Merl--I fucking remember Jackson. Holy shit, I fucking remember that fucking prick! You gotta let me talk to him. That homophobic piece of--grrr, just let me talk to him, please.

Merlin sounded doubtful, "I'm not sure that's a good idea, Rich. It's not really Jackson any more, and Jackoff's gonna wanna...you know."

Suck me off and swallow every fucking drop of everything I give him? Yeah, that's fucking hilarious dude, I need to see this shit.

"You already did."

Oh come on, that didn't count. I didn't know who he was, and I couldn't even hear what he was saying. I wanna talk to him.

Still Merlin hesitated, and just as he was about to say no Rich added, You've had him stuffed in a drawer all day dude, he deserves some time to get out for a little.

"He's a fucking fleshlight, dude, he doesn't mind being in a drawer."

Hahaha fuck it's true isn't it. Why does that turn me on so much, that fucker just forgotten in a drawer.

Merlin's dick pointed up towards his face.

Oh so that's it, you're just enjoying keeping him locked away. You a sadist or something, Merl?

"Like you're one to fucking talk. I know what you want to say to him, Rich. He doesn't need to hear it."

Fuck that, yes he does. And you know it, it's getting you just as hard as me.

"That's--you're my dick, what does that even mean?!"

Stop fucking thinking so much, and take it out.

Giving in, Merlin grabbed the fleshlight, still warm to the touch. He sat down on his bed, looked at his dick and said, "We're not fucking it."

Definitely not.

Merlin twisted off the cap with a click. Jackoff yawned, its thick lips opening wide as it seemed to wake up from a nap.

"Oh hey, Merlin," the lips yawned again, "That was a really deep sleep." Then Jackoff grinned sultrily, gently biting its plump lower lip, "Could you use some help?"

Hahahaha, Rich burst out laughing in Merlin's mind as his dick bounced with excitement, It fucking is him! Ask if he remembers me.

"Jackoff, do you remember my friend Rich?" Merlin asked the fleshlight, the pressure from his hard on almost making it hard to think.

"You mean from last time? Yeah, I mean, I'd love to help him out again too, but...I really didn't like the piss, Merlin, could you maybe ask him not to do that?"

Like you have a choice.

"Like you have a choice," Merlin sneered, even though he did not mean to say anything at all. His mind was clouded, the weight and heat and needs of his dick were all he could think about.

"What--what do you mean?" Jackoff asked, nearly as surprised by Merlin's sudden change of tone as by Merlin's eyes changing from silver to blue.

Merlin's voice was different, as if he were doing an eerily good impression of Rich, "It's not fucking up to you. You're a thing. A toy. And you're as good for piss as cum."

"B-but I didn't like the piss."

"And maybe I don't care. Maybe I like that you don't like it. You still have to take it."

Jackoff's lips pursed in fear, "But Merlin...you said--"

"You're not talking to Merlin, dumbass. Don't you remember me?"

"W-what?"

"Merlin's best friend. You know, the guy you called Merlin's faggot friend every time you saw me?"

"I-I don't--"

"Ah, that's right. A fleshlight doesn't need to remember much does it. You don't need to remember that you were a star fucking athlete any more than you need to remember you were a big fucking bully. And now look at you. A fuckhole with a pair of lips.

"I've changed too," Rich said, and he pointed the fleshlight at Merlin's dick, its angry red head moist with pre and pulling free of its hood.

As Jackoff's lips quivered Rich traced Merlin's thumb across them, shivering at their warm and moist touch, "You know, yesterday I was only five percent gay. But even that was enough for me to imagine face fucking those big, juicy, dick sucking lips."

Rich shoved Merlin's thumb into Jackoff's mouth, and despite its distress it couldn't help but start sucking, moaning softly. Merlin smirked and took his thumb out with a pop. He put the fleshlight's lips just out of reach of his dick, and laughed Rich's distinct, giggly laugh as Jackoff's tongue stretched out to try and taste it.

Some part of Merlin knew he should stop this, put Jackoff away and go to bed, but it was like he had no control over his body anymore. Rich was in control and Merlin was along for the ride.

Rich pulled Jackoff out of reach, and in a hard, cold voice said, "Beg for it."

There was a desperation in Jackoff's voice as it immediately replied, "Please. Please let me suck your dick. I want it more than anything, please Merlin I need it."

"You know what, a fucking thing like you shouldn't even get to say his name. I mean look at this fucking dick. This is the dick of a fucking god, and you better fucking worship its owner like he's your lord and master. Got it?" Rich said, Merlin's dick bouncing at the sensation of power.

"Yes, master, please, please let me worship your dick, master," Jackoff begged, its tongue and lips straining to reach the bead of pre that burst out of the piss slit.

"Beg for my piss."

Jackoff hesitated half a second, then reluctantly said, "Please let me drink your piss, master."

With smug satisfaction Rich brought the fleshlight to Merlin's dick. The lips immediately wrapped around the head while the tongue greedily licked up the pre pooled in the foreskin. It was like fireworks on his super sensitive dick, and Merlin's whole body shook with pleasure. Merlin's brows scrunched up as Rich concentrated, then he moaned as hot piss jetted up his shaft and into Jackoff's waiting mouth.

Rich laughed as he felt Jackoff's tongue jump away at the taste, even as its lips stayed wrapped tight around Merlin's dick. And it wasn't long till Jackoff couldn't resist, and it's tongue leapt back to Merlin's slit, licking it as the piss sprayed.

"Yeah, you know you like it, you greedy fucker," Rich taunted, and Jackoff moaned in agreement. Once Jackoff had taken all his pee Rich pulled it off Merlin's dick.

"What do you say?"

"Thank you, master," Jackoff mumbled.

"You can do better than that."

Jackoff seemed reluctant to admit it, but then he burst out, "I loved your piss, master. All I want to do is serve you, please use me however you want. I'm a good toy!"

"Hahahaha, now that's more like it. I'm loving this new you, Jackson, much less douchey. In fact I think you deserve a reward."

Rich laid down on Merlin's bed, and brought Jackoff back to Merlin's dick, which leaked a steady stream of pre as it pumped into the air, eager to feel those thick lips again. When Jackoff's tongue touched its slit Rich moaned as Merlin's dick shot a thick rope of pre into Jackoff's waiting mouth. Rich pushed past Jackoff's lips which immediately latched onto Merlin's dick and began sucking, while Jackoff's tongue licked and flicked across the head and foreskin.

Slowly but relentlessly, Rich lowered Jackoff further down Merlin's dick. Merlin's breath caught in his throat and he felt sweat begin to trickle down his brow as he concentrated on the intense feelings in his dick. When he reached the back of Jackoff's mouth and the tip of his dick pressed into its tight and hot core Rich screamed with Merlin's voice at the way Jackoff seemed to vacuum seal around the head of Merlin's dick.

But they were barely halfway down. Merlin's dick was so thick, and grew even thicker towards the base, it almost seemed like it wouldn't fit. But Jackoff's metal enclosure stretched as effortlessly as its plump lips, and slowly but surely every inch of the meaty shaft pushed inside, eager to experience Jackoff's skills. Finally Jackoff's lips disappeared in Merlin's blond bush, and while Jackoff's mouth licked at his balls and the base of his dick, Jackoff's tight insides clung to Merlin's dick like a desperate slut. Gasping with pleasure, Rich began pumping Jackoff up and down.

But part of Merlin knew they shouldn't be doing this. Still unable to speak or control his body, Merlin spoke in his mind, Rich, we need to stop!

"Then stop. This is all you, Merl," Rich said with Merlin's mouth, slowly increasing the speed he plunged Jackoff up and down Merlin's dick.

Bullshit, you're fucking controlling me. I can't even talk!

"I'm only doing what you wanna do, dude," Rich quipped and then he turned Merlin's eyes down to Jackoff's lips around Merlin's shaft, "Look at it. Your dick deserves this, Merl. It's so fucking big and thick and powerful, it deserves Jackoff worshipping every inch of it. And fucking a, Merl, doesn't it feel amazing? I'm buzzing all over."

It was true that Merlin's dick almost seemed to be vibrating with ecstasy, and it was true that Merlin loved watching Jackoff's lips cling to his dick, loved feeling its mouth and insides squeezing and swirling and sucking his dick. Was he actually letting Rich do this?

Suddenly Rich stood up, and still fucking Jackoff walked over to the full length mirror on the back of the dorm door, "Just look at how fucking sexy we are."

And Merlin felt his dick shoot more pre as he looked at his new body, his big balls smacking into Jackoff's lips as Rich started jackhammering its face, his perfect six pack and broad pecs and tight nipples, his long neck and--

In the mirror, Merlin's face was gone. Rich's blond hair and puckish face and bright blue eyes stared back at him. In his shock Merlin finally grabbed control of himself and ripped Jackoff off his dick and dropped it to the floor. When Merlin looked back at the mirror Rich's face was gone, and Merlin looked at himself again.

Merlin's dick suddenly began whipping around his crotch and spraying ropes of pre as Rich cried out, Urgh, fuckin fuck shit fuck, grrrr I'm so fucking close, Merl!

Merlin flicked the head of his dick as hard as he could, cursing along with Rich at the pain, "Don't fucking possess me then!"

I didn't possess shit. What'd I tell you, you could stop whenever you wanted. And you did. Fucker.

"Then why the fuck did I see your face in the mirror?"

I don't fucking know, dude. You're the wizard, you tell me.

So Merlin tried to brainstorm, but his dick was driving him to distraction. Then he realized Jackoff was buzzing on the ground.

Pick him up.

"No. We can't cum again, Rich, we have to be careful."

We've got half a dozen loads left, Merl! Besides, he doesn't deserve to just be dropped on the ground like that.

"All the shit you just talked, and now I'm the bad guy for dropping it on the floor?"

Whaddya want me to say, the little fucker has grown on me.

Merlin rolled his eyes, but bent over to pick up the fleshlight. Immediately Jackoff's worried voice squealed, "I-I'm sorry if I wasn't doing a good job, master, please, please let me keep worshipping you, piss in me again if you want, anything, just please let me have that sweet cum, master."

Merlin's dick bounced excitedly as Rich laughed in Merlin's mind, See? He's a really good toy, he deserves it.

And as Merlin looked at Jackoff needily biting its lower lip and its tongue wetting its lips he couldn't help but agree. Sighing and giving in, Merlin slowly brought Jackoff back to his dick. As soon as its lips were back on him Merlin gave up control, and let Rich take over again, plunging Jackoff all the way back down his dick. And when they looked back at the mirror Merlin watched his reflection slowly morph into Rich's face.

While continuing to fuck Jackoff, Rich brought Merlin's free hand up to his face. The sensation was weird, as it didn't feel like the face they saw in the mirror, and when Rich grabbed a curl of hair and looked at it he saw it was Merlin's usual brown and not the blond they saw in the reflection.

"I think I know what's going on," Merlin's voice was back to sounding like an impression of Rich, "You're seeing me cause you're letting me do the thinking."

Rich stared at his reflection in the mirror as Merlin's dick began feeling harder and hotter, "And you fucking love it. You love my face, Merl. You love my chin and dimples and cheeks. You love how I stick my tongue out the corner of my mouth when I get close. You love pleasuring me. You love me."

I fucking love you.

And then Merlin's tongue peeked out the corner of his mouth and his legs locked and his toes curled and his dick exploded. He staggered then fell to his knees as his whole dick lit up with ecstasy, pumping out what felt like gallons of cum into Jackoff's eager mouth.

As the orgasm died down Merlin felt himself gaining control of himself again, and when he looked back in the mirror he saw his own face. But Jackoff kept sucking and suddenly Merlin heard Rich squeal as his dick became unbearably sensitive.

Get it off, Merl!!!

With an effort of will Merlin pulled Jackoff off his dick, which shot another rope of cum over its lips on the way out.

"Thank you Mas--" Jackoff tried to say, before Merlin let it drop back onto the floor. He stumbled to his bed, and crawling beneath the covers exhaustion overwhelmed him.

In Merlin's mind Rich yawned while Merlin's dick slowly went soft.

Ya know, this isn't too bad, Rich sighed, as he and Merlin fell fast asleep.