As he blew in the wind on the clothesline, Chad felt relief at finally being able to just hang. The sun beat down on him. For a little while at least, Chad was able to forget that he was no longer human. He imagined he was standing in the sun. But then he remembered his feet weren't touching the ground. He felt a twinge of pain in his shoulders or ears. All his body parts seemed mixed up. He opened his eyes. He was alone in the backyard, but Rico and Max would be back soon, and then he'd probably end up being used to scrub Max's ass, and then back in that hellish washing machine and dryer. Or worse, Johnny would come back, and find him on the clothesline. He shuddered. Part of him missed being worn by Johnny Sako, after all he was custom made to hug Johnny's hot ass, and delicious meat. He shuddered again at the thoughts that came unbidden. Johnny had done more than turn Chad into a Speedo, he had made Chad want to be a Speedo, and not just any Speedo, but Johnny's Speedo. He wanted to cry. He was jealous that Johnny had chosen Chaz as his boyfriend, Chad wanted to be more than Johnny's Speedo.
Chad was so caught up in his mental anguish and conflicted desires that he didn't notice that someone had entered the backyard. Suddenly, one clothes pin was gone. He sagged over his face, and his eyes were covered. He felt the warm strong hand close over him, he was wadded into a ball in the unknown man's hand. It had to be Rico or Johnny, right? He didn't hear Max, but he didn't hear Chaz either. Could it be someone else?
The hand holding Chad released its grip. Chad was going to see who had him. No! He saw a gaping hole in denim. The hand was putting him into a jeans pocket.
He heard water running. Then he heard Max bark. He relaxed. He wasn't in Johnny's pocket. He was in Rico's pocket.
"There's a good boy, Max! Come on the water's just right. You're stinky doggy, aren't you? Well, not for much longer," laughed Rico.
Chad kept waiting for Rico to pull him out, but he didn't.
"Okay, Max, let's get you dried off."
Chad expected to be pulled out any moment. But it didn't happen. Rico must've forgotten about him, Chad thought in relief.
Rico did some other chores. Chad could smell Rico's sweat. It was a hot day. He had washed Chad's car, then taken Max for a run in the park, washed the dog, and done yard work. Rico was getting really ripe. Chad wished he could get out of Rico's pocket, or at least be able to hold his nose. Neither happened.
Hours passed. Loud music blasted. Rico's body became horizontal. Then Rico watched soccer on television. Chad just sat in his pocket. He no longer noticed that Rico reeked. He was used to his smell.