After practice, Rick was waiting in the showers for Bruno.
"So, that's Chad?" Rick asked with a mixture of anticipation and doubt.
"Yes, it's Chad, Rick," Bruno said in an irritated tone, "And you don't need him for water polo until tomorrow."
"Actually, you're only using him as a practice suit, so the markings don't matter. But for both practice and games, he needs to be marked for water polo."
"Oh, poor Chad," laughed Bruno slapping his head, "I had forgotten about that. You realize that if we ever change him back, he'll be stuck with tattoos of your name and number on his body."
"So?" Rick answered, as if it was a non-issue.
Bruno peeled Chad off his body, and glanced at Rick as he handed Chad over.
"You know he's a bit smaller than I expected, he'll be even tighter on you," Bruno said.
Rick took Chad, and grinned back at Bruno, "That's just the way I like my Speedos. Well, I've got to get Chad home and marked, so I can wear him tomorrow morning."
"Aw, you're not going to sleep in him?"
"Don't want to damage the printing, you know," Rick said as he shoved the wet Speedo into the front of his sweat pants. Chad shrieked as he found himself inside Rick's Speedo pouch sharing the space with Rick's manhood. Rick was already getting hard.