Chad coughed up the last of Rick's cum, and felt suddenly weak and limp. He sagged like a wet noodle, and yawned as his sheath rose up and covered his head. He was plunged into ice cold water, which both woke him up and made him shrink more. He felt heavy metal press against him, and he heard the padlock snap shut locking him in place.
He struggled to peak out, but it hurt to stiffen, and he couldn't get the sheath to pull all the way back. But he was able to see with one eye out through the cage imprisoning Rick's cock just enough before his own jockstrap pouch plunged him into a dull yellow-white light. Chad stared at the heavy mesh cloth blocking his view. He found the smell somewhat reassuring. Then Rick must have pulled on some pants because it got darker. It was hours later that Rick spoke to Chad again.
"Yo, Chad, was your secret admirer all that you expected?" Rick asked, as he pulled open his waistband.
Chad groaned and sputtered. The dried cum on his mouth and face made it hard to speak.
"Oh, guess I should clean out that dried spegnum," remarked Rick, as he pulled his jockstrap all the way down. Chad could see they were inside a bathroom stall. Rick sat down on the toilet. Of course, thought Chad, how could Rick pee standing up with his cock caged? He had to sit down.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" sighed Rick in relief. He let flow a torrent of pee. Chad quickly realized that Rick had waited until his bladder was about to burst before using the toilet. The hot salty liquid did wash away all the cum that had moments before choked Chad. He was now choking on steaming hot piss. The bathroom must've been unheated.
"You're lucky, Chad, master let me wear your old jockstrap because you used to say you felt naked without your jockstrap. Besides it will spark a lot more show with our teammates, when I show them to you. Sorry, you'll be caged, but it can't be helped right away. They'll take turns fucking me, which should really churn my balls, but the chastity device will only let you painfully leak precum. After a few days or weeks, master said he might hold a contest, and the winner could choose to remove my chastity device or not prior to fucking me. So there's a chance you'll get to cum again. Of course, they could choose to leave you locked up. Well, goodnight, Chad."
Rick snapped the jockstrap back in place, pulled up his pants and flushed the toilet. Chad made unintelligible squeaky sounds. Before he flushed, Rick understood part of what Chad said, but he did not acknowledge it. It was one think to call your dick Chad or Little Ricky, it was another thing to discourse with it.