It's Brent, who laughs, and pulls down his sweat pants. He'd gone commando today. He steps into Chad, and pulls him and into place. Chad discovers that wrapping Brent's package is a lot more pleasant that Rod's had been.
"You were made to fit me perfectly," Brent explained in response to Chad's thought, "So of course we're both more comfortable with you there. Haha." He pulled up his sweat pants and sat down. He continued, "Okay, now look at this and tell me what sort of workout will help me to get these goals."
All I can see is darkness, pull down your pants, said Chad.
"Idiot. Use my eyes to see. There's a mental connection. Now- there I feel you."
"Fuck, I can see!" exclaimed Brent, but it was really Chad using Brent's voice.
"Yeah, and you can talk too, now back to my routine, jockboy, unless you want to remain a jockstrap forever, you better get busy."
Chad could see, hear and move, but only because Brent was letting him do so. It felt good, but weird. He was still painfully aware of Brent's manhood packed inside him. He held the training booklet in Brent's hands and studied it. Brent's workouts were limited to 3 hours every other day-his first thought was to increase the workouts, but Brent said no. Chad focused in, and tried to ignore Brent's mind probing his in the background. Fuck, why did the bastard want to know his PIN and passwords and locker combo?
Now, Chad is that anyway to talk to your owner?
Owner?
You're a jockstrap now, Chad, and if you aren't a good obedient one, you always will be.
Right, Brent, you're the boss. I think if we change to longer cardio for a week, and then work on the weight training, uh, we've got practice Monday? Can I play, and be your jockstrap for your workout afterward?
"We'll see, Chad. Start writing, here's a pencil," Brent said non-committally.
After Chad finished, he lost control of Brent's body, but he could still hear and see through Brent. Brent strolled over to Chad's locker, and opened it. He emptied it out into a duffel bag, which Chad saw contained all his stuff from the field house. Brent rummaged around a bit and pulled out Chad's wallet. He put it in his back pocket, and then took out Chad's car keys.
"Can't have anyone asking why Chad's car is in the lot over the weekend can we?" Brent explained, "Night, night, Chad."
Suddenly, Chad couldn't see or hear through Brent's eyes anymore. He was left to focus on Brent's sweet smelling manhood. Damn, he does smell good. Chad thought unhappily. Brent smiled. He knew Chad's thoughts, and he had selected this body spray just for Chad. He had made a good choice. Chad could hear noises, the sound of his car alarm disengaging, the roar of his engine. Then he here the beeping sounds of an ATM. The drive through one near his house? Brent parked his car somewhere, and got out. He started to jog. Oh, fuck, Brent's wearing sweats, and if parked at my house, he's got a five mile run home!
"Dude, you said that I need to do more cardio. Now sit back and enjoy the tunes and ride. If I get bored, I may let you run for me," Brent said as he flipped on his Amazon album: "WELCOME TO THE JUNGLE!" blared.
He'd gone nearly a half mile before he got bored. "Okay, Chad rise and shine," he said patting his crotch, "I'm warmed up, now it's your turn to run. Run as hard as you can, get this body in shape."
Chad was alone. Or it seemed he was. He focused on running. He ran hard. Sweat drenched body and clothes. In the dark as he ran, he was Chad, not Chad in Brent's body. He was just Chad. He didn't care for Brent's musical selection, but he didn't dare turn it off. He was sure Brent was focused on the tunes, and would be back in Chad's head the moment they went off. It was more than 5 miles, and most of it uphill, but Chad made it in a bit over an hour. Winded he stood panting on the lawn of the house he knew was Brent's.
"What the fuck are we doing here, Chad?" said Brent, after Chad took the ear buds out.
"Uh, this is your home, isn't it?"
"Yeah, but my motorcycle's back at school."
"Fuck, why didn't you say so? That's like 4 miles back the way we came?" whined Chad using Brent's voice.
"Hey, it's my body that will be sore in the morning, and I did think it at you, but you weren't paying attention, I guess?" Brent lied.
Chad wasn't sure, but he started to run back the way he came at least it was mostly downhill now.