After the doctor had left, Spike laughed, "Have to remember that for next time. This is the fastest I've gotten Doc Shrinker to bail out on me. But he is right Ragdoll Chad, I'm an adult, so I can't be seen carrying around my dolly."
He grabbed Chad and shook him out until he was clearly a towel again.
"You know what a fundoshi is, Chad?"
"A pleasant square dance?" Chad postulated.
Spike laughed. "No, you dumb jock. I didn't say fun dosey do. I said fundoshi. It's basically a Japanese loincloth. They are narrower and longer than most towels, but I think I can fold you into a tight fundoshi."
Chad responded, "Oh, no. It's bad enough to be your cum rag and cuddle toy, I am not going to be your underwear."
"Try to stop me," replied Spike folding Chad in half lengthwise, then measuring the folded towel against his body, he had another idea. He took opposite corners and folded the towel into an elongated rhombus, then he proceeded to wrap it around his waist and pull it between his butt cheeks pulling the towel through itself to form a pouch for his manhood.
"A bit tight, but it works," Spike said standing in front of his mirror.
"Mmftnuhmfft!" Chad shouted.
Spike guffawed, "Next time I'll fold you the opposite way, so you mouth is the fundoshi's pouch, but as long as your mouth is pressed against my anus. How are you at giving rim jobs?"
Chad ranted for five minutes before he realized that his shouting was vibrating against Spike's rosebud, and while not strickly a rim job was getting Spike hard. To Chad's horror, he realized the wet glans was leaking into his own rosebud.
Spike grinned evilly as Chad's visual imagery came through to him. He grabbed the end of the towel he pulled through to make the pouch then grabbed his hard cock through the pouch, and jerked off a sixth load into Chad.
"Guess that counts as popping your cherry, Chad."
"Ooooobsztuh!" Chad screamed.
Then Spike dressed in his orange prison jumpsuit with his soggy loincloth underneath, and headed to the weight-lifting area.