Brad's eyes fluttered open slowly. The room was dark. He was in bed. He was in bed with someone else. He could hear the other person breathing, and he could feel the warm body. He heard another noise. Someone was snoring. He was holding something in his right hand, a pipe shaped thing, and someone else's hand was holding that tube thing too. The sides of their hands were touching.
CHAD!
Chad was in the tube. Chad was snoring. The pitch black room had to be Chad's too. He had blackout drapes, rubber gaskets around his bedroom and bathroom doors, and his lights worked on a motion sensor set a 5 feet off the floor. The lights would come on if Brad stood up. He hadn't really known Brad before. Sure football season was over, but most of the football team went out for wrestling or water polo, and reunited in the Spring on the football team. Chad had never wanted Brad on any team that he was on. Brad had made the tennis team, but it had nowhere near the jockstar potential that Football, Water Polo, Baseball and even Wrestling did. Now with Chad canned, Rick promised Brad a place on the team. Brad squeezed the tube. As long as Chad stayed tubed, Brad might pull it off. But could he trust Rick. Rick was Chad's bud. Still, Rick would be more of a star on any team with Chad off it. But Brad would have to be careful or he might end up tubed instead of Chad.
Brad and Rick had bonded over Chad during the night. They had taken turns with Tubeboy as Chad came to be known. Then they had done Chad together. Poor Chad. His protestations just made his bud and bro hornier. They must've dry cum a half dozen times each aftr draining their balls. Brad was surprised he wasn't still asleep. He was sweaty and exhausted. Rick slept soundly. Chad snored loudly.
Brad slid sidewise off the bed, and crawled on his hands and knees to the bathroom to avoid activating the light sensor. He drained his bladder. Relieved he strode out of Chad's bathroom, and the room lights activated as slowly glowed to life.
Rick woke, and stretched. He was still holding the fleshlight. He looked around the room, and laughed. He was in Chad's room with Brad, and Tubeboy.
He yawned, "Morning, Brad. Morning, Tube boy!"
Chad sputtered awake, "Huh, whu? Where am I? Rick? Brad? Enough is enough, lemme outta here!"
"Don't know about you, Rick, but my morning wood is hard and in sore need of attention. What say we give Chad an early morning workout?" Brad asked tugging on his half hard cock.
"I like the way you think, Brad!" Rick answered with a gleam in his eyes, "Heads or tails?"
"Fuck no! Don't even think about it. If you change me back now, I'll forget about everything that happened last night!" Chad shouted.
"No, you won't, Fucktoy!" Rick replied.
"Heads," answered Brad.