Matt felt warm, safe and contented wrapped around Dylan's hunky body. It was good to be owned. It was best to be owned by Dylan. He had never seen the kid before, hell, he wasn't a kid, he was a man. Was this high school or college swim team? Did it matter? Chronivac had said something about for use by 18 or older, hadn't it? So Dylan had to be 18, at least, right? Matt's IQ seemed to have dropped from around 140 down to Dylan's waist size in cm - about 82. He was dumb as a jock, even if he was a Speedo, he thought humorously.
Dylan did his laps. Matt was really unfocused on everything except for what was inside him. He studied every vein, wrinkle and hair inside his pouch. He was in heaven. Then Dylan was in the sauna baking again. He and his teammates had a circle jerk, and Matt was glad to discover how absorbent he was now. Waste not, want not.
Dylan showered, peeled off his wet suit, and left Matt hanging from the shower faucet. Matt was mortified, his owner had abandoned him. Matt had forgotten that his duration as Chronivac object had been for a limited time. Dylan knew that Matt would return to wherever he came from, and was already marking Matt as a favorite object, which would notify him next time Matt offered himself for use.
There was still an hour and 18 minutes duration remaining on Matt's existence as a Speedo.