Chad's universe now consisted of Danny's crotch.
After practice, Danny showered, then lounged in the steam room with his teammates. All of them were naked, except for Danny, who was still wearing his Speedo.
"Yo, Danny, why the sudden modesty?" asked one of his teammates.
"Heh, not modesty, Jay, I'm breaking in a new Speedo. Take off my Speedo? I think not. In fact, this is the most comfortable suit I've ever worn, I may never take off my Speedo."
Jay replied, "Then you'll have one helluva rash, Danny!"
Everyone laughed except Chad.
"Well, the steam is lubing is up nicely, well, except for Modest Man over there," Jay said.
" Hey, with or without a Speedo my plumbing works fine, " Danny said adjusting his manhood through Chad and giving it a tug.
"Gaaah," the muffled sound Chad made as Danny's cock swelled was misinterpreted as a weak fart by the close enough to hear. Only Max moved a little away from Danny. Marco stayed put. Chad thought - oh, know, they're going to jerk off.
Danny grinned, Chad didn't know the half of it. It was more of an edging contest. The first guy to cum for buttaked by their teammates. Normally, Danny wouldn't be the first to cum, but today he was wearing Chad.
"Damn, I came!" Danny exlaimed, " Darn Speedo must be to blame. "
Marco was the first to reach him. Splooge! Chad freaked as a dozen horny guys unloaded the cum on him and Danny. It was a surreal nightmare. Chad was drowning in cum: Rich, gooey, intoxicatingly sweet cum. Yummy! Chad thought before passing out.
Chad woke in the dark. He felt sore all over. How much had he drunk? Did he really go partying with those guys from McKinley High? It was all a blur, but he remembered Danny Ramirez was there with his big floppy dick in Chad's face. Chad had to admit it was one handsome piece of flesh. Damn, Chad found himself thinking in detail of Danny's crotch and hot ass. He shook his head. He was really hungover. Kegger in McKinley's sauna? It was all weird flashes of memories. Couldn't have all been real. Maybe he was slipped LSD or something? His stomach rumbled. Best cure for hangover is hair of the dog, right? Chad thought.
Chad tried to get up. There was nothing under his feet. Feet? He tried wiggling his toes, but only succeeded in wiggling his body. He heard a toilet flush. Then he heard a shower running. He tried to focus in the dim light of early morning. He could see a crevice like in a canyon wall, except there were hinges. Hinges? Giant hinges? Oh, gawd, please let me still be hallucinating! Chad prayed. He was still a fucking Speedo. Probably, Danny Ramirez' fucking Speedo. And he was hanging from a hook on the back a door. He had moved though. He could move. It was sort of like a pullup, only using his whole body, his mouth, his ass, his cock, legs and arms. Chad struggled. He was off the hook. Aaaaaaah! He was falling. He landed with an unsatisfying flop. At least he didn't break any bones, he thought. Yeah, right, I'm a guy's Speedo, the only bones that have to worry about are the boners of my owner and his teammates. Mentally, Chad smacked his lips thinking of all that delicious cum. He shuddered at what he was thinking. He had to escape, he had to become human again. If he stayed, he would be owned by Danny forever.
Chad was horrified. "Owner"? Yeah, he was owned alright. The word was synonymous with Danny Ramirez now. Hot, hunky, handsome Danny Ramirez, he thought lustily. What had he done to Chad? Who the fuck was Danny 's uncle? A coach, a teacher, a janitor? Someone who had ensnared Chad, and then "given" him to Danny.
He has to escape. He may be a Speedo, but unlike real Speedos, he is alive and can move. He undulates toward the opening at the end of the monumental door. It's slow going at first, but he's getting the hang of it now, and is moving like a racing snail.