Chad was in agony. Dick was a linebacker with a 42 waist, Rick was a skinny dude with a 28 waist. He hadn't been worn by Bruno, but he was amazed that he had stretched and not torn when Dickie put him on. The pain lessened with each mile of the bus ride. Chad felt sorry that he made Dick ride the bus instead of driving his kid bro. They were both 18. They had both gotten new cars when they turned 16. Dick had totaled his within a week while driving drunk. So Dick couldn't drive, at least not for another year or so. He was lucky he only spent a few days in jail . Chad sort of felt sorry for Dickie, and then how he had treated Dickie. Then he started feeling fearful and sorry for his own fate. Dickie was a spiteful person. And now he had total control over Chad. No one else knows.
The bus lurched to the stop two blocks from Chad and Dickie's house. It was a long two blocks.
Chad kept waiting for Dickie to say something to him. Chad could hear the tinny sound of music blaring in Dickie's earbuds as he quickly walked uphill toward the house. The last block he ran. Chad was drenched in sweat around Dickie's waist in his stinky underpants.
"Master Dickie, supper will be served at 8," said the butler with his usual distaste.
"Don't worry, I'll shower and dress for dinner tonight. But first a swim," Dickie said. He started up the staircase and called down, "You don't need to set a place for Chad. He texted that he's spending the night with a friend."
"Thank you for letting me know," said Evan's in a slightly angry tone. "Your parents also canceled at the last minute. Apparently, they will be spending the next week in India. They wangled and invitation to a billionaire's lavish wedding."
"Lucky us then," Dickie said patting his crotch as he continued upstairs.
Evan's assumed the us referred to him and Dickie. Chad knew better.
Chad heard a backpack and a gym bag hit the floor. When Dickie's pants finally came off, Chad was surprised to see his own room with Dickie's socks, shirt and underpants draped over some of Chad's trophies.
"Bet this gives you a new perspective, bro," said Dickie flopping on Chad's bed. He added, "I bet you didn't know that I knew where you kept your cum rag," he pulled a soiled bit of cloth from a cubbyhole hidden in Chad's headboard. Then he covered his crotch with it and began jerking off.
Soon Chad was drunk on 3 loads of brother Dickie's cum. Chad was oblivious to Dickie and his comments until he hit the cold water of the pool. Okay, the pool was heated but it still startled Chad back into wakefulness.
Dickie only swam a few laps, then a half hour in the hot tub, before sojourning to the sauna. He wanted to bake Chad dry so he could wear him to dinner.
Chad was fully awake, and in total agony as his bro pissed, and farted in him. How could Dickie do this to him. If their roles were reversed, Chad wouldn't be this mean.
As they lay baking in the sauna, Dickie had dried out then sweat profusely, and was drying out for good, he started talking.
"Bro, I can feel my sweat baking into you. Get used to it. I got on to Bruno and Rick's plans a week ago. Apparently, you cannot change back until you have been left empty the same amount of time you've been worn. Since it takes 7 or 8 years to get someone declared dead, I figure, I'll wear you nonstop for 3 1/2 years, and for special occasions until you revert. Then you won't exist anymore, and I will let you be my slave on great great granddad's plantation island. Remember when we visited it as kids?"
The intercom buzzed. Dinner in 20 minutes. Dickie sighed, and headed back to his room to dress for dinner.