Rick was relieved to get away from Bruno's kibitzing. Rick knew exactly what he was doing. He could feel Chad squirming in his pants. He needed to fart, but concentrated on holding it in, until just the right moment. It took him 10 minutes to get home.
Chad was going crazy. He was dickless. Sure he was a Speedo, but he could feel that his cock and balls were gone now. He was no longer whole. Worst of all without a drawstring, Chad the Speedo was slipping and sliding all around Rick's waist. Since Rick had put his jeans on over Chad, Chad found himself in the dark, and now only able to focus on Rick's ass and crotch. The smells seemed to intensify. As Rick moved, Chad realized he had slunk downward on Rick, and his pouch had now ended up wrapping Rick's cock, while his seat was working itself deeper into the gap between Rick's butt cheeks. It sucked to be a Speedo. He'd known Rick since they were kids, how could he do this to him? Why the fuck did the space between Rick's thighs have to smell so tangy, spicy and sexy? Why was Chad even thinking that? He shuddered. Rick giggled and his cock started to grow inside the fabric encasing it. Chad shuddered again, and then he realized his shuddering was making it happen. He tried so hard to remain motionless, be still. Unfortunately, that meant the fabric imprisoning Rick's cock just got tighter around it. He was in a no win situation. He didn't know what to do.
Rick arrived home, grabbed a snack in the kitchen, and then went to his room. He first focused on using marking pens to decorate Chad's plain white string. Then he began the process of knotting beads along the string, and then he braided it, added more knotted beads, and finally tied the friendship bracelet to his wrist. Then he pulled off his shirt, and jeans, and flopped down on the bed. The Speedo formerly known as Chad was tightly wrapped around Rick's hard cock and balls, the rest was tucked under or between his butt cheeks. Slowly Rick began sliding his hand across his Spandex wrapped penis. Chad screamed no, which manifested itself as a tightening of the fabric, followed by a tingly vibration.
"I'll take that as you're hungry, Chad," laughed Rick. The bracelet brushed the fabric that was Chad and he knew it was his detached manhood. Each rub, Rick grew harder, and the bracelet tapped and teased Chad.
At last Rick blew his load. He went into his bathroom, and hung the stringless Speedo on the back of the door, and showered. He dressed, and stopped back in to the bathroom to look at Chad hanging on the back of his door.
"Sorry, Chad, to leave you hanging, but dinner's waiting, and well, you've already eaten," he snickered.
Chad just hung there in the darkened bathroom filled with Rick's drying cum. He felt relieved in a way, even if he felt used, abused and empty all at once. He was alone with his thoughts and memories. He dreamt of the girls he'd had, and might never have again. He thought way too much about Rick, and a bit about Bruno. He could hear Rick in his room doing homework or whatever. Eventually the light under the door went out. He could hear Rick snoring. Chad wasn't exactly sure when it happened, but he felt the cold tile under his feet. He opened his mouth and lifted his sore jaw off the hook on the back of the bathroom door. Rick was still snoring. Chad turned on the light and stared at himself in the mirror.