The suit felt amazing. Chad had never had one like it before, but he instinctively knew how to use its unique features. The butt plug attached to the back seam of his suit pants, when implanted pulled his trousers tight to hug his buns. The butt plug explained why the underwear that came with the suite was an emerald green jockstrap. Its waistband and the inside coat pocket bore a coat of arms. Chad was vaguely aware that he had seen them before, somewhere. Didn't matter, they looked and fit great. He glanced in the mirror. The butt hugging feature really emphasized his rear assets, and the cock ring built in to the jockstrap pouch really emphasized his bulge. He looked at his narrowed shoulders. Oh, he looked good, but when is shoulders were a size 48, instead of a 42, he thought he might have been harder, but this way he was easier to cuddle. He smiled. He desperately wanted a guy to cuddle him. One particular guy. He just wasn't quite sure who that guy was yet. And this all seemed perfectly normal.
He exited the locker room. Rick and Karl were standing outside the door chatting in their Speedos. Chad instinctively rubbed his suit bulge against Rick's Speedo bulge in greeting. He immediately realized this was a mistake, and complained loudly that there wasn't enough room for him to get by with them standing in the doorway. Then he hurried past them.
"Was that Ch-?" Rick started, then he asked Karl, "Who was that guy?"
"The guy in the green suit?" Karl answered.
Chad was around the corner and didn't hear the rest of the conversation. His phone chimed. He looked at the text. It was a shopping list. He knew what he was cooking for dinner tonight. Cooking? It's what a good houseboy does. Housboy? Yes, housboy! Chad is so happy, but at the same time he's bothered that he seems to have forgotten something important.