Chad lay there crumpled, soggy, crushed by Rico's hand and wrapped around Rico's manhood. Chad was trying with all his might to communicate with Rico's mind. It worked but not the way Chad intended. Every time Chad manifested in Rico's dream, Chad appeared naked with his face or ass filled with Rico's manhood. His words were either unintelligible or came out wrong. Rico's cock swelled inside Rico's hand and Chad's cloth body.
Rico yawned, and immediately started jerking off again. Chad's mental connection changed, in Rico's fantasy puppet boy Chad was begging Rico to cleanout his plumbing. Rico the plumber shoved his snake/penis into Chad's mouth, and it snaked its way down his throat and out his ass, and now Rico was pissing.
In real life, Rico had stretched the stolen Speedo over his ooze exploding manhood. Then fallen asleep, and wet his bed. Well, he would have wet his bed, but Johnny Sako had made Chad so damn absorbent that the bed remained dry.
In Rico's happy dream, Chad sobbed as he babbled on about being the Speedo that Rico had stolen. Then the connection broke. Rico pulled the cum rag of his manhood thrust it under the covers and rolled over. Chad's connection with Rico was broken. His mind was shaken. Rico was really getting off in his fantasy of fucking Chad senseless. It was worse than with Johnny, Chad thought. Johnny had been an equal, a rival, but Rico was a toilet scrubber and towel washer. Until now Chad had barely been aware of Rico. But Rico had been aware of Chad. Fuck the dude had a major hard on for his school's MVP, and Chad had been oblivious. Sure he had been oblivious about his brother's relationship with Johnny, but until he was Johnny's Speedo, he hadn't seen them together. He had seen Rico almost every day, and half the time Chad had been naked, and he'd never noticed.
He had gone from being Johnny's valued Speedo to being Rico's cum rag: from a trophy to a tool or toy.
Chad squirmed as he inched his way under the sheets. Sooner or later he should fall off the bed. Ew, what was that stench? Ew, Rico's feet? Good, he must be almost off the bed.
Chad was over six feet tall, and always woke with his feet hanging off his bed. But Rico was nearly a head shorter, and his marine father had taught him to tightly tuck in his sheets. "Tight enough to bounce a quarter on."
Chad was trapped at the foot of Rico's bed. Rico moved. Chad was entangled in Rico's foot. He was caught between the big toe and second toe, and stretched around Rico's calloused heel. Man, Rico's feet really stank! How could this get worse?
Wait flesh connection, maybe Chad could get Rico to kick him free?
Rico was pulled into another dream. Chad was naked at his feet with Rico's big toe in his mouth.
"A luh-tle hulp har," mumbled Chad, "yer foot in muth!"
Rico misunderstood, and in his dream shoved his foot into Chad's gagging mouth.
"Sure, Chad, you can worship my feet. I bet you really woukd love my feet inside you. You the All-star quarterback at my feet worshipping me. Licking my feet. Licking my body. Worshipping my body. Begging for my cum. I bet you really love burying your face in my stinking feet. Yeah, keep doing what you're doing foot slave, it feels great," Rico ordered in his dream.
Chad gave up struggling. He had only succeeded in wrapping himself tightly around Rico's stinky foot. Somehow Rico's connection to Chad went deeper than Johnny's had. Rico seemed to reach into Chad's soul. Soul? Sole? Damn, Chad had to admit he did find Rico's Sole fascinating. Also his toes, and neatly cut toenails. Mmm, the stench was even growing on him. He was Rico's foot slave now. He dozed off happily imagining his naked human self worshiping the towel boy, gardener, dog walker, and house cleaner. He was a good slave.
Chad woke with a start. Rico was trampling him. Rico had gotten out of bed, and stumbled to the bathroom to drain his bladder. The cum rag/Speedo was still wrapped around his foot.
"Aaaah," sighed Rico as the last drops shaken from his flaccid cock fell on his Speedo clad foot, "Huh? Oh, maybe that's why I dreamed Chad was a foot slave?" He yawned, reached down and peeled the Speedo off his sweaty foot. Then he rinsed it in the sink with soap as he washed his hands.
To Chad's delight, horror and surprise, Rico proceeded to use the cleaned damp Speedo as a wash cloth. Apparently, Rico didn't shower every day. Today was a sitz bath day. Chad was used to scrub Rico's face, neck, crotch and armpits. Then Rico washed the Speedo and hung it over the faucet to dry.
"Looks good enough to wear. Maybe this afternoon?"
Rico left to mow lawns. He would be back afternoon, all sweaty and smelling of grass and fertilizer. Then maybe the public pool or beach or just sunbathing? He'd see then.