Chad woke up. He was hot, sticky and bloated. Everything was dark. His head throbbed, bad hangover, what had he drunk? He tried to get up. His arms and legs wouldn't move. Wait he didn't have arms or legs! Oh, fuck no. He remembered. Bruno, Rick and Todd had turned him into a Speedo to fit him in the car for the drive to Fort Lauderdale. Now they were taking turns wearing him. First, Bruno. Then Todd. Oh, gawd he remembered what he drank. Six loads of Todd's cum, yum? That was why he felt sticky. He shuddered at the thought. Then he realized why he felt bloated. There was a stiff cock stretching him. That shudder caused the dick inside him to pump precum into Chad.
Hair of the dog? He thought unhappily as he absorbed every delicious drop.
Was Todd still wearing him or was he back on Bruno or on Rick now.
A hand grabbed the stiff cock through Chad, and started jerking.
Please stop! Chad begged.
The pumping stopped. A sleepy voice echoed in Chad's mind, "But I'm horny. Oh, so horny."
Chad couldn't place the voice. He concentrated, "What is your name?"
"My name is..."