Milo was exhausted, and slept the sleep of the victorious. All those months of planning had come to fruition. Chad was no longer the QB stud, he was Milo's dick. Milo was the stud. Chad's former buddies would be lining up to blow Milo or take his new dick up the ass. He dreamed of that. Chad gasped as Milo's foreskin retracted, and Chad grew stiff.
Milo snored.
Oh, great, thought Chad. He tried to shout at Milo, but all that came out when he tried to speak were globs of precum.
Milo was smiling and starting to sweat. Flashes of Milo's dream flicked in Chad's mind. Milo was going to fuck the whole team? Including Coach Sinclair, the assistant coaches, team manager and water boy?
"Gah! Ptooey! Hey, Mil-gah! Argh-fuh!" Chad managed to say, as Milo rolled over clutching his pillow and began humping it
Chad lay soaked along with Milo's bedding when the dream finally ended. Chad had plunged head first into dark unspeakable places. He had sprayed ropes of semen out of his mouth. His hands pinned to his sides again.
"Nooooo! Nuhfmmmmpft!" Chad shouted as Milo's foreskin enveloped him again.
He trembled as he realized that the wet dream was really Milo's plan for Chad's future. Surely, Rick and Bruno wouldn't ? The coaches couldn't, could they? Had he really been such a dick as to deserve this. He sobbed himself to sleep, and his sticky body was sealed inside Milo's foreskin. It was so disgusting, but weirdly, terrifyingly, it made him feel secure, like he was home in his own bed instead of attached to a teenaged male cheerleader's crotch.