"I like to warm up before lifting," Rick said as he entered the sauna.
"Th-" Chad started to speak, but Rick raised the palm of his hand.
"No speaking unless I specifically tell you to speak, Speedo," Rick said.
Chad nodded in silence and followed Rick into the sauna.
Rick lay down on a bench in the hot room. He looked at Chad. Chad closed the door, and stood there uncertain what to do. Rick pointed at the floor. Chad lay down on the floor, Rick smiled.
"Good, Speedo. Now if you want revenge on Jocko for him fucking you, you can jerk off into him, before I remove your string again," Rick said.
Chad opened his mouth to speak, but thought better of it. He turned his head to look at Rick.
"Just do it, Speedo."
So Chad jerked off. He was actually grateful to Rick for letting him have his cock back. He had thought he might never have it again. He blew his load, and lay there panting on the floor.
"Good boy, Speedo," Rick said in a manner that made Chad feel like he was being treated like a dog. "You got me all hard, so you can give me a blow job now!" Rick ordered.
Chad stood and looked at Rick's erection. He opened his mouth, and closed it a few times. He looked helplessly at Rick.
"Never gave a blow job before, Chad?"
Chad shook his head no.
"Ever get one?"
Chad nodded yes.
"Well, Jocko has given lots of blow jobs over the years, and as long as you're wearing him, you can communicate. Now Jocko help Chad understand how to give head," Rick ordered.
Chad closed his eyes and concentrated on Jocko. He felt his mind and the living jockstrap's mind touch. He resisted letting Jocko into his mind, but he didn't really have a choice. He knelt down, and Jocko had him lick his lips, and slurp Rick's boner like it was a popsicle. Then he kissed it. The more Chad's lips touched Rick's cock, the more he let go of control. Soon it was Jocko slurping away sucking the load after load, and Chad was hiding deep in the damp stinky jockstrap.
"Good work, Jocko, now take off the jockstrap. I think it's time Chad learned he lost his body," laughed Rick, as Chad hurriedly removed the Speedo.
NO? thought Chad as Rick grabbed the jockstrap from Chad's body, which was now apparently occupied by Jocko's mind. Rick pulled the jockstrap on, and giggled as he heard Chad's confused pleas. Which became muffled as Rick's cock hardened again.
"Now, you spot me in the gym," Rick ordered tapping Chad's chest with his index finger. Jocko's expression of joy looked hysterically humorous as he nodded up and down. The jockstrap wouldn't be human for at least a week, poor Chad, thought Jocko insincerely. At least it wasn't him.
In the doorway, jockstrap clad Rick pushed his palm against Chad's chest. "Speedo," he said, and Chad's body became a Speedo again. Holding the Speedo in his hand, Rick extracted the string, and tied it around his wrist. He dropped the Speedo on the floor. Suddenly, it was a human with a smooth crotch again. Jocko looked down and rubbed the opening between his legs, no wait, Chad's legs. He still had Chad's body.
"I don't like another guy's junk hanging in my face, while I workout," Rick explained lying down on the weight bench, as manhoodless Chad stepped behind him to spot him.