Dirk literally skipped up the stairs with his new singlet to his bedroom. He tore open the package.
"Aw, Chad, you are freshly washed for me. I suppose I should shower, but I'd just get sweatier mowing the lawn. I confess it didn't feel right not wearing my singlet 24/7. The company guarantees you shouldn't rip or tear during your normal life span. Which is now 70 something, so I should get at least 50 good years of wear out of you, Chad," Dirk said with a grin, as he kicked off his nylon shorts, and started to step into Chad.
Chad blinked in the daylight. He was Dirk's friggin' singlet! He had been since Friday. Dirk had worn Chad in a match and won. Then he had- Chad shuddered at the memory.
"WHY?" screamed Chad's mind. Dirk pulled Chad up his torso, and over his shoulders. He snapped the straps into place on his shoulder, and admired Chad on his body. Wet spots appeared on his sweaty body. He turned around and trotted down the stairs and out to where he left his handmower. He started pushing.
"Why, Chad?" Dirk asked softly.
"You can hear me?"
"Yeah, of course, what fun would it be to have you as my singlet, if I couldn't hear your thoughts?" laughed Dirk.
"Wha-why?"
"Singlet, I cannot keep calling my singlet Chad, especially since my neighbor Chad will be a missing person in a few days. Anyway, singlet, see I ripped my last three singlets jacking off to your hot bod, Singlet. See my second floor bedroom looks down on your bedroom. And dude, you were always putting on a show. You'd lie naked on your bed jerking off, and I'd jerk off watching you. Sometimes you'd jerk off in your water polo suit or in your jockstrap or whatever. You were one horny dude. If you were home, there was a good chance you'd be jacking off, or at least parading around naked. Now you're always naked, and you're always with me. And best off all, you're won't wear out for at least 50 years.