Chad's hell just got worse and worse. Coach Martinez kept coming.'
"How the hell can you keep coming? You're an old fart!" shrieked Chad in Martinez' mind as the coach grew hard again.
"Old? I'm only 23, asshole. I guess the mustache makes me look like I'm older, but that's the idea."
"Oh, great I'm strapped to a horny 23 year old who doesn't have a girlfriend!" groaned Chad. He was doing everything he could to keep Martinez from cumming again.
Martinez knew exactly what Chad was trying to do, and laughed, "I didn't have a girlfriend until now, Girlfriend!"
"Oh, fuck no. I'm not your girlfriend!"
"What do you call a bitch who takes load after load, and fights with you all the time? I call you, girlfriend," laughed Martinez.
Martinez started to massage his pouch again. Two more loads later, and a six pack of beers later, both Martinez and Chad slept.
Chad woke first. He was disoriented. The covers were over his head. He tried to take them off. He felt something squirming, moving inside him. Weird? He had had the strangest dream, no it had to be a nightmare. He dreamt about how hot Coach Martinez is. Oh, his headached. What had he been drinking?
NEED TO PISS, thought Martinez groggily. The sheet flew off, and Chad could see. He was in a pink and blue painted bedroom with posters of nearly naked guys on the wall. One of the posters was of Martinez in a red Speedo. Chad felt himself lurch out of bed, as Martinez staggered to the bathroom. He seemed oblivious to Chad. Chad was freaking, it hadn't been a dream! Or maybe he was still dreaming? Martinez took a piss, then without shaking, he let Chad cover his dripping dick. Chad was soaked in piss. Disgusting!
Martinez lay back down and started to snore. At least he was lying on top of the covers. Chad could look around the room from his stinky home around the coach's waist. He was ready to cry again. He was a frigging g-string, and from where he was now, he didn't see him ever being human again. He was Martinez' g-string, and the way things were going the only way he might become human again would be if he was broken and reduced to a cum bag slave boy. House boy? Pig slave? What the hell was a pig slave? He sure didn't like the sound of that role. He really hated the images conveyed from Martinez' mind, and the fact that he had swallowed all those loads, and now was starting to crave another load. He sobbed softly.
Martinez popped a boner. Even in his sleep, he was getting off on Chad's ruination.
Eventually, Chad fell asleep. In the morning, Martinez' alarm didn't ring until 10 am. He woke with a grin, and a boner, but he didn't massage his morning wood. He peeled off Chad, and took a cold shower. He toweled off, oiled up his body, and put his silver thong back on.
"Miss my cock and balls, Chad?" he said wickedly.
"You bastard!" Chad responded, "You don't think anyone will come looking for me?"
"Uh, maybe, but they won't be looking for you around my waist, will they?"
He practiced dancing in front of the mirror for a few hours. Then he pulled on some sweats and drove to the club for dress rehearsal.
Chad was horrified at Martinez' thrusting crotch, but when he had covered his body with glitter and blocked his moves to lighting and music, he realized there would be people in all those empty seats in front of the stage. Chad was freaking out to the coach's amusement.
It was Martinez' turn to freak out when he peeked out from the curtain and spotted Vinnie and Carter sitting in the front row. What was going on? He expected to be wearing Carter and Horst after the show. Hm, maybe he'll change Carter after the show? He put those thoughts out of his head, he would be on in a minute.
Chad was blinded by the spotlight shining off his silver body. The lights flashed different colors, and the sea of faces flashing before him. He saw Vinnie and other kids from the school. How many people knew he was coach's thong? Were they all here to watch his humiliation. Vinnie Cost shoved a dollar bill into the silver pouch. Soon other men were shoving $5, $10 and $20 bills. Then someone pulled Martinez over by his g-string. The guy held five hundred dollar bills up in front of the dancer and his pouch. He shoved the bills into the pouch and said, "Come out to my car after the show, it's the black AMG Mercedes Benz with the tinted black windows."
Chad suddenly recognized the man.