Chad was relieved that his own brother was wearing him instead of Rick or Bruno, but he was terrified that Brad didn't hear his screams or pleas, and didn't realize that the Speedo he was now wearing was really a human being, let alone his own kid brother. And what was this crap about being worn for a week? What was Bruno talking about?
What was most unsettling to Chad was how comfortable he felt with his brother's cock, balls and ass inside him. He had never felt so good. He wondered what his brother was thinking. Brad was sorely tenting his new Speedo, then Chad noticed the passes on either side of him. He knew what Brad was thinking because if he was human he would be thinking the same thing, and be rock hard too.
At least Brad put a condom on first, after tucking his pouch under his balls. When he was done, he told the girls he was going for a swim. He muttered something about hoping this pledge was super absorbent. Pledge? Absorbent? Oh, oh. Brad might not know Chad was his Speedo, but he knew his Speedo had been human. At least that was how Chad interpreted it, after Brad peeled his condom off inside the pouch emptying 4 loads into Chad, and dropping the condom in his pubes before pulling and trying Chad's drawstring tight, and jumping in the pool.
The big wet stain on the front of Brad's suit was completely gone before Chad hit the water. Chad didn't notice, but Brad did. Definitely, some poor pledge that Rick and Bruno tricked into being his Speedo. He said as much as he petted his bulge after climbing out of the pool. Chad heard, but the words didn't quite register. He was experiencing a major buzz like the time he chugged a line of tequila shots. Brad's loads were pretty big, more like double or triple shots thought Chad. Mentally. Chad smacked his lips. He wanted more.
Brad smiled down at his tenting suit, snd whispered, "You're definitely a magic Speedo. My balls have never refilled this fast before. I hope you're up to it because I intend to make the most of you. You're a good Speedo." Brad said petting his crotch.
Brad kept Chad totally wasted for a couple of days, as the week-long party continued. But his folks called Brad to make sure that Chad wasn't a nuisance, as Chad had texted he was spending the week with Brad.
"Uh, you got a text that Chad was spending the week with me?" Brad asked.
His mother asked, "You mean Chad isn't there?"
Brad looked down at his tenting Speedo, "Oh, I just didn't realize he was spending the whole week."
"If it's too long, I can tell him to come hone now."
"No, Ma. Chad's fitting in really well, I wouldn't mind if he stayed longer." Brad jerked off a load into his Speedo, after hanging up.
"Yeah, Chad, most valuable player? Maybe, but definitely most valuable Speedo. Yeah, only my kid bro could be dumb enough to let himself be Speedofied. As long as you're going to be my Speedo, I ought to make you the best Speedo you can be. Heh, heh. Oh, Bruno and Rick will be so disappointed. Heh, heh."
Chad wasn't thrilled with his brother's reaction to discovering that Chad was his Speedo. In fact he was having serious misgivings that Brad might do something to make things worse.