"I know let's stretch Chad over your legs too, I'll fuck until you cum in him," Rod said to Paco Chad, as he grabbed the body of the blond athlete and spun him around and hefted him into Rod's lap. Then he pulled Jockstrap Chad down to his ankles, and slipped Paco Chad's feet inside the straps.
Chad was screaming, FUCK NO! YOU CAN'T, ROD. PLEASE!
"Fuck, Chad, you have to accept you're my fucking cum eating jockstrap now, and that's all you're ever going to be. I plan to write in my will that I am to be buried in my jockstrap or at least cremated wearing you!" Rod roared as he pulled Chad up over both pairs of legs.
"AAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIII!" screamed Chad.
Paco Chad giggled, "He sounds like he's Spanish! Ai! Hehe! Thank you, Rod, thank you, this is even better."
He felt Rod slide his cock between his cheeks and shove an inch into his hole. Then Chad really screamed. He felt his own cock inside him, except it wasn't his, and through the mental link afforded, he was feeling Paco Chad's pleasure as Rod buried his cock deep inside Chad's ass. Damn, he was getting fucked twice at the same time by two different cocks, separately. He couldn't explain the incredible pain as his straps were taut to maximum extension, and now his own massive cock was stretching his pouch body even more. He wanted to cry. Then Paco Chad exploded. Chad was famous for his huge loads, and his ability to cum over and over again, and apparently that ability went with the body, because Paco Chad's cock and balls kept blasting out loads into Jockstrap Chad.
The two men fucking felt the pain, despair and ecstatic pleasure before the felt nothing.
"Is he dead?" Paco Chad asked, "We kill him?"
"Nah, I think he just passed out. Now, let's get you out of him, and back around my junk," Rod said. As soon as Chad was in place he laughed, and said, "Damn, Chad was hungry, he absorbed every drop, and now is warm and dry like he just came out of the dryer."
The two laughed, kissed, and fell asleep with limbs entwined.