The sun shone brightly through the window adjacent to the alcove. Chad was wide awake, he had wished it was dream, but sadly his nightmare was real. He had been reduced to that handsome hunky asshole from his rival high school's thong. Dirk was planning to wear Chad for at least three weeks. Gawd no! Chad realised that his mind had added hunky and handsome as adjectives to asshole. Dirk was rewriting Chad's memories to change Chad from a hetro stud to a gay sex slave. And damn, if it wasn't working. Rick had said that Chad would change back into a man if Dirk took him off. There had to be a way? Didn't there? Dirk had said he could read Chad's mind as long as his pouch was damp with cum. Chad racked his brains.
Suddenly, Dirk woke up and better himself out of the chair and on to his feet. He patted his pouch. He had expected it to be brittle with dried cum. Instead it was dry, soft and seemingly clean. He grinned, Chad was super absorbent and self cleaning, this was better than he hoped. Dirk walked back into the main room where Chad had lost his briefly regained humanity. He found his gym bag, and extracted a flask. Then he found the silver tray and poured the purple jello shot into the flask. He screwed the lid on tight and set the empty glass on the tray. Then he picked up a shot glass filled with a silver shimmering liquid. He slung his gym bag over his shoulder, and started to walk around examining the sleeping partiers. He paused by Greg, then continued into the next room.
Chad was in total silence since his pouch dried out. He hadn't realized how intrusive and noisy Dirk's mind had been while his pouch was wet with cum. There had been a constant buzz of him the whole time. Chad realised that it was the buzz of Dirk's unshared thoughts. Maybe if concentrated on the buzz, he could hear Dirk's secret thoughts. That might help him escape. It might? He hoped. Dirk was looking for someone. Chad assumed it was Rick, but Dirk walked right by him. He finally stopped outside by an open cabana tent by the pool. Bruno lay sprawled on a lounge chair with his morning wood renting his Speedo. Chad wondered if that Speedo was someone he knew. That was a new thought for him. Fuck, this was all so surreal.
"Bingo!" exclaimed Dirk as he closed the cabana curtains.
Bruno hadn't been asleep, he answered in slurred voice, "Not Bingo, it's Bruno. And speak softer, my head hurts".
" But you're still horny, right? " Dirk asked.
Bruno laughed and sat up with bloodshot eyes wide open, "Always."