Chad had never been so exhausted. He would have assumed a Speedo was an easy existence. But all of Rick's muscles flexing as he swam, and jerked off or whatever really had given Chad a workout. He was exhausted, but he had to escape. He was on the cement locker room floor undulating like a slime mold or snail toward the end of the bank of lockers. He had to get out before Rick got back from wherever he went.
He shivered. He felt so cold and empty without a body inside him. It was fucking awful. He couldn't tell how long it was taking, it felt like hours. He was sure someone would catch him. At last he reached the end of the bank of lockers. He would be home free, he thought. He glanced behind him as he rounded the corner to make sure no one was there. He ran straight into a big toe and rubber flipflop. He looked up, and there was Rick. He clicked off his stopwatch app with bing.
"Pathetic, Chad," he said, "You used to run a hundred yards in less the 5 seconds in full gear, and now you barely covered 12 feet buck naked in 1:28. Dude, you definitely need to work on your Speedo muscles. From what I read that involves long-term wearing. You didn't think you could escape that easily. Oh, and I only timed you after you got out of the locker. Like I said almost 90 seconds to go 12 feet, totally pathetic." He pulled down his pants, and stepped out of his flipflops and put Chad back on. He pulled on his pants, and slipped on his flipflops.
Then he rounded the corner, he walked in less than 2 seconds to the open locker and closed. He shook his head and muttered, "90 seconds, pathetic."
Bruno rounded the corner with a big grin. "I sent Dethridgeboy the video of Chad's bluing out," he explained, "He practically blew his load watching it," Bruno blurted out. He paused, and added, "Fuck, now that I think about, I think he did blow his load. You sigh like he did, when you cum."
"Ha ha," Rick said. "You were right Bright Eyes did try escaping."
"Well, you'd better change the drawstring, so if does manage to get human, he'll still belong to us," Bruno said.
"Me. The drawstring is mine. Chad is mine. I just like to share," Rick replied. He patted his crotch, and oozed precum into Chad.
Rick opened his waistband, and untied Chad's drawstring. Then he slid it out of Chad.
"Oooooooooooh, aaaaaargh!" shrieked Chad, as Rick and Bruno remained obliviously.
"Dude, you're supposed to tie the replacement string to the old one, so it. Never mind, too late now," sighed Bruno.
"I know what I'm doing. I'm going to let eunuch Chad adjust to his new situation before I put the lucky string in him. He can't change back while I'm wearing him anyway."