Chad was shocked to see his older brother Brad standing outside the locker. He was a naked 50 foot tall giant compared to helpless Chad. Chad could only hang there immobile and stare.
Brad looked around to make sure no one was near. Then he leaned in and whispered, "How's it hanging, bro?" He snickered. He looked around again, then he grabbed Chad with one hand, and shook him violently.
Then he stepped into the Speedo, just as Chad realized what was about to happen. Chad screamed, the noise startled Brad, and dropped the Speedo to his ankles.
"Pugh! Your feet reek! Don't you ever wash them?"
Brad chuckled. He remembered skin to skin contact was required to hear a living garment. No one else heard Chad's scream. He reached down, and pulled Chad up.
"What the fuck are you doing, Bra- gaaaaaah ugh!" Chad gagged as he was filled with Brad's manhood and ass.
Brad concentrated. Telepathic communications were supposed to work both ways.
"YO, BRO! CAN YOU HEAR ME!"
"YOW! Yo dunt 'ave t'shut," Chad sounded like he was talking with something in his mouth.
The moment Brad realized what was in Chad's mouth, he started to get hard.
Chad gagged and pleaded as the giant cock tented him, "Nuh! Nuuuugghh GAaaaaah!"
"Just keeping my promise to the 'rents, Chad. I promised to watch you over Spring Break, specifically to stick to you like a second skin."
"Ggggggaaaahhhhhhh!"
"Oh, and don't think of complaining. Nobody is going to believe that you spent two weeks as my Speedo. You only believe it because it's happening to you." Brad thought at Chad.
Brad looked at his watch, then at his tented crotch, and frowned.
"I can't go to Water Polo practice with a boner," sighed Brad. He lay down on the locker room bench, and thought, "Hope you're hungry bro, then you'll be super-absorbent." Then he began jerking off into his Speedo.
Chad was screaming his head off the whole time. He stopped screaming, when Brad blew a massive load of cum into him.
Brad sat up and smiled. The huge wet spot on his Speedo vanished.
"How could you, Brad?" Chad whined bitterly.
"You don't like it? Then don't talk. When you talk, your pouch moves and I get hard. After practice. I'll tuck your pouch under my balls, and we can have a long Chad before we get on our plane to Haiti for Spring Break."
"Haiti?" Chad thought.
"You must be really hungry, if you're talking."
Chad shut up. He didn't say another word throughout the whole 3 hour practice.
Brad's college coach admonished the team, "Alright, next practice is in two weeks. So during the break, I expect you all to spend at least two hours a day swimming and working out."
"Two weeks? But ma and pa are only away for a week!"
Brad's manhood started to swell.
"Hey, Jean-Michel, thanks for the tip. This Speedo fits just like you said it would."
The Haitian teammate laughed, "What are bros for?"
Chad wondered if Jean-Michel meant Brad was his bro, or if he meant he knew Brad's bro was now a Speedo.
They joked around and showered together. During which Jean-Michel mentioned that he was looking around to showing Brad around his island.
Brad toweled off, and put his shorts on over his still damp but nearly dry Speedo. He ignored Chad's attempts to communicate, and as soon as Brad's manhood started to swell, Chad fell silent.
Chad was in the dark, but he figured Brad had dinner back at his frat house, and Jean-Michel was one of his frat brothers. Finally, Brad took his jeans off. He flopped down on one of two twin beds in his room. Chad's perspective was from Brad's crotch as he looked around the room. The other twin bed was right next to Brad's bed. Brad tucked the pouch under his balls, and while Chad could talk without being gagged, he could no longer see.
"Okay, Brad, what the fuck is going on?" Chad asked angrily.
"I told you, I promised our parents that I would look after you during Spring Break. This seemed like the best way for me to always know where you were, and not have you spoil my plans."
"Spoil your plans? Do you have any idea how humiliating and disgusting it is to be your Speedo!"
"Yeah, I do. I was Jean-Michel's jockstrap all Hell Week when I pledged this frat. We really bonded. Thought you and I might bond too."
Chad heard the door open.
"Hey, JM!"
"Hey, Brad and - uh, Chad, uh. We gotta get up early tomorrow to catch the 5 am flight. So I thought we should prolly go to bed early."
Chad could hear the smirk in Jean-Michel's voice. Then some imagery leaked from Brad's mind. Brad was Jean-Michel's bottom boy. Bedtime meant getting his ass fucked. Then Brad would sleep naked. Good Brad would be taking him off to sleep.