"Oh, don't thank me, Chad. You should thank Coach Hawk from Brownstone Academy. He paid me $1000 bucks to get you to eat that candy. Talk about bearing a grudge, he totally blames your candy ass trick plays for costing his team the championship. He insists his brawny team had the strongest players but that you cheated them. Ahhh, your ass does look sweet," Rick commented smacking his lips.
Chad was unable to move or speak. He felt a hot wet spongy thing slide across his now rock hard ass. He heard a kicking sound. Then the sound of smacking lips.
"Yum! Just like a Jolly Rancher. Those boys at BA are going to really eat you up. Ooh, look your MVP medallion is hanging in your locker. You gotta wear this. Brownstone is having their awards ceremony tonight to award their own MVP , and guess who or what is for dessert. Don't worry, Chad, their coach promised to return you by Monday after they "lick you into shape" whatever that means? The effects of the candy should wear off by then. " Rick hung the medallion around Chad's now smooth hard shiny neck. He started to pick Chad up, and medallion swing and made a clanking sound as it hit Chad's hard left pec.
"Yikes, don't want to break off a nipple!" Rick exclaimed putting Chad down. He added, " I know! "
He positioned the medallion on Chad's chest, then lifted it up and began licking the spot it had been resting on. Chad could feel Rick 's tongue making concentric circles on his skin. His skin was melting, getting tacky, and then Rick pressed the medallion into the tacky spot embedding it in Chad's chest. Next Rick carefully locked under the ribbon on Chad's chest and neck.
"There that should keep it in place," Rick said licking his fingers. He added, " If I don't want to get your sticky all over, I guess I'll need to use the cellophane wrap that Coach Hawk gave me. "
Chad was soon wrapped in cellophane from head to toe, and then Rick carried him out the side door, and stowed Candy Ass Chad in the back of his van.The
Chad is in agony. Rick's tongue action had him ready to cum, but his candy cock is frozen and he cannot even pop wood. The wrapping and bondage with the big bow and "Go Brownstone Bulldogs" sticker that Rick used to fasten the cellophane in place make him feel so objectified. Damn, he's never been so on edge and unable to cum, not even when Liz kept him locked in a cock cage for a week. Maybe it had to do with him being candy. He wonders what he tastes like as he lies immobile in the back of Rick's van.