Chad screamed as Brad put him on. Damn, he was too small, but it was good to hear Chad's terrified screams dwindle to a scared whimper as he became privy to his brother's plans for him.
"Please, Brad, you cant- I, uh, mean, please don't wear me non-stop for a month. It's too cruel, and I'm so tight, I might damage you," begged Chad, "I wouldn't want to hurt you, Brad."
"Aw, Chad, that's not true, remember I can read your mind now too. You'd prefer nothing to pounding me. You suspect I had something to do with your current transformation. And you're right of course, Rick did deliver you the tainted drink, but he wasn't in on all of it. Bruno is going to be so pissed. If you'd gone to the pool, you'd be a blue Speedo now, but you went to the field house. Rick was tasked with giving you the drink and retrieving you from the locker room. Not sure what went wrong. You weren't supposed to end up on a bench, but inside his locker. Oh, well, now you managed to get Rod involved. Another loose end to tie up."
Images of Rod lying spread eagle with white depilatory all over his crotch like shaving cream. He was gagged now. Brad's thoughts revealed his plans for changing Bruno into an athletic cup of his jockstrap, and Rick was destined to be a wrestling singlet. He was debating about what to do with Rod. Perhaps a spare wrestling singlet or maybe a shoe? But then he'd need another guy for the other shoe.
Brad left Rod struggling with his bonds, and headed into the neighboring bedroom. He threw himself on the bed and began to jack off into his dirty Chadstrap.
Meanwhile, Rod thought back to his middle school years when he had been going through his magician phase. He had performed a couple escape tricks. Basically, if he could tighten and relax his joints enough, he might be able to stretch the ropes enough to escape. Rod slowed his breathing. Finally, Rod's right hand was free. He managed to release himself in about 5 - 10 minutes. His wrists were rubbed raw red. He fought scrape off the hard depilatory, which took clumps of his pubic hair. He was mostly hairless, and he really wanted to pound Brad. He pulled the gag out of his mouth, and picked up the ropes.
Brad was snoring, when Rod entered, and began to secure Brad's wrists and ankles.