Bryce was in the locker room getting changed when Larry Hundul walked in. His father Lance was the compression underwear in Bryce's hands. He was totally aware, but unable to move or communicate as he dangled in the air.
"Hey, Bryce, now don't go easy on me because I'm your boss' son," Larry admonished. He reached over and tugged an the shiny synthetic mesh underwear in Bryce's hands, and added, "Sweet shorts, where'd you get them? I'd like to get a pair like that."
Bryce answered after an uncertain pause, "Actually, I got them from a friend. Can't say where they got them though. If you really like them, you can borrow them sometime." He stepped into the shorts and pulled them up.
"Nah, that's okay. I don't borrow other people's underwear," Larry laughed.
"Whew! That was close. It would be too weird to be worn by my own son," Lance Hundul's voice echoed in Bryce's head. Bryce turned toward the locker and grinned broadly.
He thought back at Lance, "But it's perfectly normal to be worn by me."
"Hell no! You can hear me. I've been yelling for the last hour. Why didn't you answer me?"
"Silly underwear, I can only hear you while I'm wearing you. Take you off, and you're just underwear."
"Okay, Bryce, what do you want? I-"
"Already got it. I'll make some more adjustments to you, and the others at the office with Chronivac, and tweak Larry a bit. I think maybe make him a little taller and more muscled, what do you think?"
"Wait, you cannot- I-"
"SHUT UP, LANCE!" thought Bryce, and Lance found he could no longer communicate.
"Part of your program," Bryce added, "You have to obey my every command without question."
Then aloud, Bryce said, "Okay, Larry, ready for me to beat your ass."
"In your dreams, Bryce."
The game lasted an hour. Both men were sweating like dogs. After the game, Bryce stripped down to his underwear and Larry changed into his swimsuit, and they went in the sauna to relax. While lying there on the bench, Bryce began to jack off.
After putting his boss into his gym bag, he had made a few modifications to himself, and to his cum. He now sweated pheromones that worked specifically on men, and his cum's scent would make a guy's mouth water. He was going to turn good-old Larry into his personal cunt. Once a man swallowed Bryce's cum, he'd be addicted for life.