"So you want to be the meat in a Dirk Chad sandwich?" Dirk asked.
Bruno rubbed his head, his morning boner leaked precum through his Speedo. Bruno asked, "I get you wanna tuck my ass, but how do I fuck Chad's?"
"Step into my parlor, " said Dirk pulling his waistband ten inches from his body, "for a stiff necked straight jock Chad is surprisingly limber, you might even call him stretchy."
Chad was screaming in agony as his arms and legs stretched impossbly. But clean and dry, no one could hear his screams.
Bruno peeled off his Speedo. He climbed up, standing on the lounge chair with his back to Dirk. The whole time Dirk stretched Chad. Bruno put his hands on Dirk's shoulders, and lifted himself up and slowly lowered himself on to Dirk' s waiting erection inside the Chad thong. He let out a shout of surprise as he released his grip impaling himself into Dirk. There was a squishy sloshing sound.Dirk realized with minor disgust that he wasn't the first to fuck Bruno tonight or this morning. He didn't mind sloppy seconds, if everything went according to his plan. He released Chad, the pouch snapped into place. The leaking cum from Bruno 's cock formed an instant connection. Bruno could hear and feel Chad's agony at being stretched, at having his memories rewritten to become Dirk's pussy boy slave. Damn, this was better than anything he imavined. Dirk was pumping him up and down. He paused as Bruno exclaimed, "Oh, yes, turn Chad into a pussy boy!"
Dirk thrust a shot glass into Bruno s hand saying, "Hair of the dog".
Bruno tipped it back, swallowing the whole shot. Dirk resumed fucking him with a new frenzy.
Bruno didn't notice his skin shining like chrome, but he did notice that Chad's pain was lessening. Maybe he was getting used to being stretched? It was only when the red thong's waistband hit Bruno's chin that he realized he had swallowed a jello shot, and was shrinking. Dirk's thoughts boomed clearly in Bruno's and Chad's minds, as he added his loads to the others in Bruno's ass. It was Greg's jello shot. Dirk told him it was only for the weekend. Now Dirk had Thong B and Thong C, and soon he'd have Thong D. B for Bruno, C for Chad. Images Chad and Bruno dressed the blue haired cartoon characters from Dr. Seuss ' Cat in the Hat appeared in their minds.
Bruno and Chad both thought it should be Thong A not D or maybe 1,2 and 3? Chad and Bruno realized their minds were both open to each other. While soaked in cum their minds merged. Chad wasn't sure which thoughts were his and which were Bruno's. Bruno seemed to be enjoying his transformation, it was only for the weekend, and he was getting off on what Dirk had done, and planned to do to Chad. He also had blown a load in Chad, and was learning all of Chad's innermost thoughts.
Dirk opened his gym bag, and dressed quickly in sweat pants and hoodie. He put on his socks and trainers, and left the cabana. He died out the side gate, and headed toward his beamer.
Bruno was concealing and stiffening around Dirk's manhood, but he wasn't exactly sure what Greg's shot was transforming him into. Chad speculated it might be a Prince Albert.
Dirk laughed as he sat in his BMW. He prompted Chad to relive his revised memories of his first four sexual encounters. Bruno was howling with laughter. Chad kept remembering, even though he didn't want to remember, even though he knew they were false, they were his real memories now. Dirk explained, "Bruno, you're now a male chastity device also known as a cock cage. I won't be cumming by accident now. By wearing you, I can build up my reserves for a marathon memory rewriting session with Chad later." He reached inside his sweats and thong to make sure Bruno was locked and remove the key. Bruno stopped laughing the moment the key was removed. It felt like part of him was missing suddenly. Dirk put the key on a chain, and hung it around his neck. Then he started the car and drove off.