Chad blinked in the suddenly bright bathroom. He stared at the mirror. His face looked like normal, except freshly shaved. He usually had a little stubble after 5 in the afternoon. He ran his hands over his face, and smooth chest. He definitely had less body hair, well his pubes looked okay, except that's all he could see. His hands reach down to explore his crotch. His finger found a warm wet opening.
"Aah," gasped Chad. Well, apparently, when he lost his manhood, he acquired a pussy. At least the rest of him still looked male.
He heard a clang from Rick's room, and the sound of Rick snoring. Was he only pretending to be asleep? Chad turned off the bathroom light. Let his eyes adjust to the dark. Then he opened the door a crack. Rick was snoring in bed, but there was someone else in the room. Over by the window was Rick's weight bench, and somebody was breathing rhythmically and lifting weights. The moonlight was silhouetting the figure from Chad's angle. He could tell the dude was really muscled, but he wasn't sure who it was. He was bigger than Rick or Chad. Then Chad noticed the high pitched tinny sound, which meant the guy had earbuds and was listening to music while he pumped iron. Taking a deep breath, Chad slipped out of the bathroom, and hugged the shadows. If he could get around the room in the shadows, maybe he could slip out the bedroom door, and escape.
Chad moved along the wall slowly and silently. He got down on all fours and crept around Rick's bed. He knew his cock and balls were around Rick's wrist, but he daren't try to take it for fear of waking Rick. He was sure Rick never thought Chad would be human again. At last he reached the door, the man pumping iron and sleeping Rick remained oblivious to Chad's efforts. He stood next to the door, and reached and turned the knob. The door opened, and Chad tried to slip out. There was nothing physical blocking the doorway, but Chad was unable to pass through it. Suddenly, the weights clanged softly on to the rack, then a hand touched Chad's shoulder. He turned, and gasped. The silhouetted man did not speak. He put his finger to his lips, and motioned for Chad to follow him into the bathroom. Chad made one last attempt to leave, but since he couldn't he decided to find out what the mysterious guy wanted to show him or say to him.
When Chad reached the bathroom door, a hand grabbed his wrist and pulled him into the bathroom, and spun him around. The door closed, and the lights flashed on. The guy was more ripped than Chad had thought.
"Who?" Chad started to say but the man covered his mouth, and held him still as he looked Chad over. Chad was worried the guy was looking lustfully at him.
"My Chad, you do have a fine body, but something appears to be missing, doesn't it?" whispered the man with a wicked grin, as he took his hand away from Chad's mouth
"Yeah, you wanna help me get it -" Chad said before the hand covered his mouth again.
"Unless you like being inanimate, whisper!" hissed the man, and he added softly, "We can only be animate while Rick sleeps. We're his property now, that's why we cannot leave his bedroom or bathroom. I tried going out the bathroom window, but I only got as far as you did in exiting the bedroom door."
"Are you a Speedo too?" Chad whispered uncertainly.
The guy reached down, and lifted his big dark floppy cock, "What do you think? I am Rick's jockstrap. I saw you every day in the locker room naked, and thought you had a sweet ass. You still do," he whispered nodding at Chad's bum reflecting in the mirror.
"His jockstrap? All season? I never-" Chad whispered.
The guy whispered back, "Last three seasons. And no one will ever suspect you're not a real Speedo, either."
Chad's jaw gaped. The guy started feeling Chad's body all over.
"Hey!" said Chad trying to pull away, but the guy was way stronger than him.
"Relax, Chad. Just checking to see if you're all flesh. First time I changed back, I had cotton splotches on my body. I didn't change completely," he said.
"Oh?" said Chad, "Find any blue Spandex? I didn't see any."
The guy's hands glided down Chad's back. Damn, this dude was familiar, but he seemed to know what was going on, and if Chad wanted answers, he'd play along. At least for now...
The guy was feeling the inside of Chad's thighs. No, thought Chad, don't find my pussy. Chad started to step toward the door, but the guy's meaty left arm wrapped around Chad's waist, and his right hand continued to probe between Chad's thighs.
"BINGO!" whisper yelled the man, as he thrust his fingers into Chad's pussy. Chad's eyes went wide, and he gasped.
"Ooh!"
"Well, girlfriend, it's been almost 4 years since I had sex, so you can imagine how horny I am. And tonight, I'm going to get lucky."
"No! I'll scream and wake Rick," hissed Chad.
"Actually, Rick's got wireless earbuds jammed in his ears playing his music on a loop. He can't hear a thing," the man said loudly with a smile, and one meaty hand securely holding each of Chad's wrists.
"Well, what about Rick's family?" whispered Chad desperately.
"Did you forget, Speedo? Rick lives in the apartment over the garage behind the house, and the pool has a noisy waterfall fountain. No one will hear us."
"Who are you?" Chad asked.
"I'm Rick's jockstrap, Speedo," he replied with a proud tone in his voice.
"Uh, together maybe we can escape?" Chad suggested, "I can't call you jockstrap, what's your real name?"
The man paused in thought for a few moments and said, "Felix. My name was Felix."
Chad stared at the muscled man, and asked, "Felix Mendes the wimpy towel boy in 9th grade?"
"Well, I've been working out for over three years. There's nothing else I was able to do until now. After three or for more years, you'll probably be as ripped as me, Speedo."
"My name is Chad, Felix," Chad said.
"Yeah, I tried that with Rick at first. I spent a whole week as a jockstrap. Said my name to him again, and spent a month as jockstrap. Now kiss me, Speedo, we don't have a lot of time before Rick wakes up. If he finds out you are now sporting a pussy, he'll pop your cherry, and personally, I'd rather he get my sloppy seconds."
Chad struggled with the bigger muscled Felix to no avail. Felix forcibly kissed Chad, and his strong hands grabbed Chad's buttocks and lifted him up. Chad could feel Felix's warm oozing penis slide down Chad's abs, and he was lifted into position. Chad started pounding with his fists, but Felix just bit Chad's lower lip. He said with his teeth still digging into Chad's flesh, "I'll bite your lip off. I mean it. You'll be a torn Speedo, when you change, and Rick will throw you out. That's what happened to the last Speedo."
"Laaas Shpedo?" Chad asked awkwardly, as he stopped pounding, "Buh, ooh sed-"
Chad never finished his sentence. Felix had positioned Chad's pussy over his erect penis, and now he lowered Chad abruptly completely impaling him on Felix's penis. Felix had at the same time stopped biting and now used his open mouth to cover Chad's mouth to muffle his loud long scream. Then Felix started pumping in and out. Chad was lost in the pain and humiliation. He wanted to die. He stopped struggling, it was futile anyway. Felix was too strong. His hands now pinned Chad's arms to his side, as the man assaulted him. Chad started to cry.
"Aw, Speedo, it's not like you were ever going to be with a woman again, and after a few days, your box will be all broken in, and you'll be begging for my cock," Felix said proudly.
"I don't think so," growled Chad.
"Well, we're both sweaty and sticky, and you're a bit bloody, so we better get showered," Felix said as he held Chad by his shoulders and forced him into the shower stall. The hot water helped. Chad desperately wanted to be scrubbed clean, just not by Felix, and Felix was not about to let Chad wash himself. Finally, Chad stood still, and just let Felix soap him up, and scrub him down with a washcloth.
He sniffled a bit, then Chad asked, "About that other Speedo?"
"I just said that. As far as I know, I'm his only jockstrap, and you're his only Speedo. We're his things now, not people. If you forget, he has several awful ways of reminding you," Felix said softly with a tinge of fear in his voice. Chad believed him.
Felix soaped Chad all over in silence. Chad was surprised how gentle Felix's touch was. Finally, he shampooed Chad's hair. Then Felix thrust the dirty washcloth into Chad's right hand, and the bodywash/shampoo bottle into Chad's left hand.
"Now you do me," he said, and turned away from Chad. Chad felt Felix's hairy butt cheek brush against his own smooth cheek. Chad turned around. He wanted to thrust his penis between Felix's butt cheeks, but of course, he no longer had one, at least not an attached one. So Chad squirted soap onto Felix's shoulder, and started scrubbing roughly.
"So is there a douche for me?" Chad asked , as he scrubbed Felix's thighs. He stared longingly for a moment at Felix's penis, not because he had enjoyed it in him, but because he envied Felix for still having a penis, and regretted losing his own.
"Yeah, there's a douche. He's in the other room. His name is Rick. He's the biggest douche, you or I will ever know."
Felix toweled Chad off, and handed Chad the wet towel and stood. Eventually, Chad took the towel and dried Felix off. Then he turned off the light, and opened the bathroom door. He took Chad's hand, and led him toward the weight bench. He lay Chad down on the bench, and for a moment Chad feared Felix was going for round two, but instead Felix lifted the barbell, and held it out over Chad's chest. "I'll spot you," Felix said.
Chad silently took the weight, and started to bench press it, while Felix's naked penis hovered over Chad's face, while Felix's hands were positioned under the weight bar. Chad didn't know when he became human exactly or when he was raped, or even how long he pumped iron, but he knew when it was 5:30 AM, because that was when Rick's alarm clock went off. At first, Chad had thought he and Felix would instantly turn into Rick's Speedo and Jockstrap again, but they didn't. Rick turned on the light.
"Hey, Speedo, and Jocko, I see you two got acquainted," Rick said as he swung out of his bedclothes. He slept in the nude. He sat on the edge of his bed staring at Chad's spread knees as he lay on the workout bench. "Well, that's an added bonus," Rick remarked, "Everyone at school knew Chad was always getting pussy, and now it looks like he has, right Speedo?"
Chad slammed his knees together, and glared at Rick. His eyes focused on the friendship bracelet that was formerly his manhood.
"Dude, Speedo-boy, I own you now. Surely, you realize that by now," Rick said walking toward Felix and Chad with his morning wood bobbing up and down.
"We were buds, Rick. How could you?" Chad whimpered.
"Aw, Speedo, Chad lost a bet, and collected. Now you're my Speedo, end of story."
"What bet?" Chad asked in serious confusion, "I never bet-"
"Sure you did. Remember our first week of practice? I said, "I bet we win the State Championship," and you said, "Maybe we'll make it to the regionals, but there's no way our team can win the state." Then I said, "Tell you what, if our team wins the State, then I own you. If we lose, you can demand whatever you want from me." And you said, "Sure, right?" and hit the showers," Rick explained.
"Seriously?" gasped Chad. Then he blinked, and asked, "What about baseball season? I'm the pitcher, and you're the catcher, right?"
Rick laughed, "Well, we'll see, I would like to win the State Baseball Championship, as well as the State Football Championship. Maybe a double or nothing bet? I'll think about it," he paused, and pushed Chad's knees apart, and looked up at Felix, he said, "Hold him, Felix. Chad you may have been the quarterback, and I was your receiver, but for now you're the receiver."
Chad screamed and moaned, as Rick plowed his newly stretched pussy. Rick came twice. He was sweating and panting as he stood. He glared down at Chad and then up at Felix.
"He's not a virgin," growled Rick.
"Well, he's got a reputation of fucking anything with boobs and a hole, doesn't he?"
"That's not what I mean, and you know it. You fucked him, didn't you, Felix?" growled Rick as he leaned and glared at the big muscle stud who shrank from the smaller man.
"Well, it was over three-" Felix started to say.
Rick said nothing. There was the sound of fabric hitting the floor, Chad knew it was the sound of a jockstrap dropping to the floor. Rick grabbed Chad's wrist, and yanked him up off the bench, "C'mon Speedo, time for our morning laps."
Right, Rick had his own pool. Somewhere going down the stairs toward the pool, Chad shrank into a blue Speedo, and Rick's hand caught him as he fell. Rick took a drawstring that was hanging on a hook next to the door, and began to thread it through Chad. It was Chad's new manhood, but it felt alien, unnatural somehow. Once the string was in, Rick put Chad on, tied the drawstring, and headed out to the pool.