Chad was having fun. It was kinda like blindman's bluff. Rico had managed to park the BMW in front of Dirk's place, but thanks to Chad's tweaks, twists and tugs, Rico was walking diagonally and not straight. So when he carefully mounted what he thought were Dirk's front steps, he was actually going up the steps to Chad's house. Rico rang the bell, and waited.
Chad would have blown his load, if he could have. He was excited because he knew his parents' would not be home, but that his sadistic bro Brad would be. Chad had spent last spring break in a bondage suit almost identical to the one he had become on Rico. It was probably the main reason he fucked every girl he could, he needed to prove he was a man, after being used by Brad and his buddies. His brother was home from college to babysit him again.
The door opened, and Brad leaned in the doorway. His muscled chest was hairier than Chad remembered from last year. Brad was wearing only a Speedo, it was Chad's water polo Speedo, so it was a size too small. Brad was sporting a major boner. As he stood there looking at the bondage suit clad man, he got harder, and his throbbing cock oozed precum through the Spandex of Chad's Speedo. He was six years older than Chad, and was taller and buffer than his kid brother. He was working on his PhD, after getting a BS and MS.
Brad put his arm across Rico's rubber clad shoulders, and guided him inside.
"Mmuk?" Rico asked, as Brad guided him to and down the basement stairs.
"Oh, Chad, you brought home a bondage buddy for me," laughed Brad.
"Muh?" Rico asked, as he stopped and tried to go back upstairs.
Brad picked him up and hurled Rico in Chad down the remaining steps and on to the basement floor.
Chad was upset. How did Brad know that Chad was the bondage suit? Okay, he might have known that it was not Chad in the suit, but how did he know? Brad wasn't offering answers, so Chad decided to force the issue. Rico could suddenly see and speak. The blinders and gag were gone.
"Who the fuck are you? Where's Dirk?" Rico demanded standing up.
"Bad Chad! I didn't say you could remove the gag and blindfold yet!" Brad answered addressing the suit and not the occupant. He grabbed the suit by the crotch, and as he outweighed Rico by 100 lbs, he easily lifted him off the floor.