Chad could see and breathe again at last. The bicycle shorts were deposited on the floor. Chad scanned the room from his crotch level perspective. He didn't recognize anything to reveal his owner. Not owner- captor! He struggled to remain true to himself even if he was tighty whitey undies. He felt disgusted. It hadn't been one full day, how could he take six months of this? Maybe the guy was exaggerating?
His wearer opened the top drawer of his nightstand and took out six pairs of yellowed underwear. Chad signed in relief as he compared each one with Chad's white fabric.
"He was right. All my undies are yellow except for my new pair. I even used bleach when I finally washed them. Hm, maybe I should dye them? Perhaps tie dye? Or the seven colors of the rainbow? If I do them in order, the lifeguard would be indigo, and Chad violet?" He surmised, " lifeguard should be red. Hm? "
Chad was freaking. This a hole was talking about dying him purple. And all those dirty underwear had been people. In six months he would be just.like them. There had to be an escape.
His wearer droned on. The police man should be blue. The soldier should be green. Lifeguard red. The Abercrombie and Fitch model should be indigo like the jeans he modeled. The construction worker Yellow like his hard hat. The quarterback still ends up violet, " he muttered.
The quarterback? You mean Chad! Oh, fuck he doesn't even know their names. Then Chad noticed the trophies. A pair of fall thin A&F jeans was mounted in Plexiglas next to a red Lifeguard Speedo. A yellow construction helmet was on a nearby shelf with a silver badge tilted.up next to.it.
"Well, I don't have.to dye them for another six months yet. Plenty of time to think.about it. Now to mark the jock with his first fun stain," he said flopping on the bed and tugging his cock.
Chad's mind raced. Please.don't! He knew it was hopeless. Wait he said the quarterback would be violet. But he was going to stain the jock? So was there another quarterback in the collection of only Chad?
SPLOOGE!
YUCK! Chad felt so.dirty, so used, so owned. Then the bastard farted, rolled over and fell asleep.