"See I told you that I would find him, boy," Bruno said leading in a buff dude clad in a zentai bodysuit.
His muscles strained every the stretchy fabric. There was a heavy metal collar around his neck. From the heavy body odor radiating from the anonymous slave boy, it was a good guess, he hadn't been out of the suit for a week or three. The blob formerly known as Chad did notice that the zentai suit had an open zipper over the mouth, and a closed zippered opening that ran from the crotch between the slave's legs to provide access for use and bodily functions, even if he couldn't take the suit off. It had been hours since Bruno had used Chad before turning him human, and Chad, after years of service, still wanted to be a good toilet. He opened his mouth, and drooled like an idiot. His speech center was slowly revving up, and he was understanding what Bruno said, even if he couldn't speak.
"Tah, dah, it's Chad, or it was Chad. It doesn't speak, don't know if it ever will again, but it seems to understand," Bruno said looking at Chad, "I kind of like him this way." He giggled, and added, "You know I like my men to be on the quiet side."
The zentai clad muscle boy nodded vigorously in reply. The slave/marriage contract he had with Bruno specified that he would wear the suit as long as Bruno wanted, and while he was in the suit, the slave could not speak.
His lips could be seen mouthing the name Chad, but he couldn't tell whether Chad understood. It had been a long time.
"Well, boy, you're going to be Chad's personal trainer for now. I doubt he'll ever be in the shape he once was, but he hasn't used his muscles in years, and if he's not toned up a bit, he might just injure himself with his own weight," Bruno instructed, "Chad, you do exactly what this boy does. He will do sit-ups, push-ups, and other calisthenics, and you will do them with him. Understand? If you understand, nod your head, and close your mouth."
Chad nodded and closed his mouth. His chin was covered with drool.
The boy got down on all fours and assumed the pushup position, and Chad tried to copy, but his belly pressed against the floor no matter how his arms were extended. The boy sighed, and did push-ups anyway, while Chad followed suit.
Bruno laughed and shook his head, and left.