Rick had ordered Chad not to say a word while Chad spotted him on the weight bench. No specific threat was stated, but one was clearly implied by the tone in Rick's voice. The whole time, Jocko was taunting Speedo Boy with words and uncomfortable movements. Chad thought he would have to learn how to give wedgies, and pull out public hairs like Felix.
Jocko thought at Chad, "Yeah, you do that to Rick and you'll be washed in hot water, tumbled dry on high heat, and used by a chew toy by his dogs for a week or two." They the jockstrap managed to yank out a couple more pubes by their roots.
FELIX, STOP! shrieked Chad's mind as a tear ran down his cheek.
"Hey, Speedo, I'm doing you a favor. Ricky is power mad. I heard the lines he fed you and Bruno about the "magic potion" that Bruno and he found on the internet. Yeah, right. Come graduation, Bruno will be his new Speedo."
WHAT? You mean I won't be his Speedo anymore? Felix, I'll be human permanently? Chad thought at Felix.
Jocko laughed hysterically. Unfortunately, the pouch of the jockstrap expanded and contracted rapidly and repeatedly. Chad was sporting a boner.
Rick smiled. He was unaware of the conversation going on in the minds of his jockstrap and Speedo, and assumed Chad was getting off on being Rick's slave. He started to get hard to, but he wanted to save it for Chad when he was wearing him again, so he closed his eyes and contemplated football stats. When he got to Chad's team stats, his mind drifted. Some people collected football player trading cards, but he collected the players.
Finally, Jocko stopped laughing. "Ha, ha, no, seriously. Don't you get it? That Marcus Tanner guy will be wearing you, and Rick's bank account will be richer. And you better stop calling me Felix. It used to be my name, but Rick doesn't want to hear human names applied to his possessions. I was Felix, you were Chad. Now we're Jocko and Speedo. As long as, you're hard, mind if I tap the keg, so to speak?"
Jocko heard Chad's mind screaming no, but began tightening and relaxing his cotton mesh pouch to milk Chad's balls. He did reply to Chad, "No, you don't mind. Thanks."
Chad's mind Sputtered, as he tried to keep silent, spot Rick and not cum. He failed in the latter. Chad arched his back, bent his knees and blew a huge load into Rick's living jockstrap.
Chad swore he heard Jocko burp before he fell silent.
The Alexa Dot acted as an intercom, and his houseman announced, "Master Rick, your guests Bruno and Marcus have arrived. Did you want to see them in the drawing room?"
Rick set the weight on the rack and sat up.
"Chad give me the jockstrap."
Chad obeyed silently. Thank goodness, Felix had been hungry. The strap was dry and clean.
Rick took it, and put it on.
"Alexa, tell Bruno and Marcus to come up to my room. Bruno knows the way."
Then Rick pulled on some shorts, and ducked into his closet. He reemerged carrying an ostrich feather fan.
"Okay, Chad, here is your big test. If you do as you're told you will stay human longer and spend less time as a Speedo. You're doing such a good job as a mute, I want you to keep it up until I and only I order you to speak, and then say only what you are told to say. Now take this fan and fan me like a good slave boy."
Chad ground his teeth, and nodded ascent. He hated being a Speedo most of all. Rick spread out on his sofa, as Chad silently fanned him.
A couple minutes later there was a knock at the door.
Rick shouted, "Enter."