Chad awoke alone in his bed. He was covered with sweat. He had the weirdest dream. He threw back his sheets, his body hair was all gone, then stared at his green shiny thong. It was tented with his morning wood, but the bulge was way too small. He licked his lips.
Words unbidden echoed in Chad's head, "Slave boys may not touch themselves. Their cocks and balls belong to real men, their masters. Slave boys must serve real men."
"Real men?" Chad said. He looked at the team photos on his wall. There was this year's football team. Last year's team photo, and the water polo and wrestling team photos were next to it. "Real men," Chad said. He licked his lips. He looked at his hunky images in the photos, and then looked in the mirror. He frowned. He wasn't a real man anymore. He shrugged. He didn't care, he just needed to suck cock, and have nice warm cocks fucking him.
He picked up his phone. Bruno texted he was coming over.
Chad typed, "Oh, that would be great! But I won't be home. Making arrangements for a party tonight. A stag party, I know it's the fantasy of half the guys in school including you to sack the quarterback, Well, I've arranged for a twink lookalike to be at the party tonight. Lots of beer, lots of free sex, but guys only. You can bring your swim team if you like. I'm inviting the whole football team. Be here at 6 PM sharp."
"Whoa! Seriously, "A Fuck Chad Party"? But if you're inviting all the guys in school, you'll need more than one Chad lookalike," Bruno texted back.
"So you're coming and bringing your teammates?" Chad texted back.
"Sure, why not? See you at 6 PM!"
Chad wiped his forehead. That would be 15-20 dicks. So the appetizers were booked. He sent a group text to the football team.
"END OF SEASON, VICTORY PARTY AT CHAD'S HOUSE TONIGHT AT 6 PM. GUYS ONLY. ARRANGED FOR CHAD LOOKALIKE HOOKER, YOU CAN REALLY SACK THE QB TONITE. FREE BEER, FREE SEX, STAG ONLY. SEE YOU AT 6PM!- The Real Chad." He giggled after he hit send.
"Now I need to call, Brad, and get him and his frat bros to bring the beer. Oh, fuck, my voice is at least two octaves higher. I can sing soprano now! I guess, I'll text him too."