Chad woke as Bruno's cum rag. A firm hand held Chad wrapped around Bruno's morning wood, as it jerked Bruno off. Chad had been having that Cheerleader Dream where he came in a dozen girls. Instead he was rudely ripped out of the dream to find that he was just that horny swim fag's cum rag. Chad would kill Tyler, if he ever became human again. This was so humiliating.
After Bruno moaned, and deposited a thick gooey load into Chad, he set the crumpled towel on top of the blanket next to him. Chad had noticed the previous night that Bruno had a big batik tapestry draped over his bed tied to the tall bed posts like a canopy bed. This morning Bruno untied two of the corners, so the big colorful sheet hung to one side of the bed. Chad looked up at the ceiling in horror and disbelief.
The ceiling was plastered with Chad's naked life size human image. Apparently, Bruno had snapped a picture of Chad in the shower room bending over to pickup a bottle of bodywash, and spreading his butt cheeks for the camera. Chad's long cock and low hanging balls were clearly visible between his spread thighs in the ceiling poster. Bruno had printed a dozen or more sheets of paper to assemble into the life size masturbatory aid poster at which Chad now stared longingly.
He used to have that hot hard muscled body in the picture. Now he was just a fluffy towel. Chad wanted his old body back.
Did Bruno know that Chad was now his towel or was he oblivious to that fact?
"Thanks, Chad, one of these days, I'll really blow my load in your ass," Bruno said as he stood up on the mattress to tie the batik canopy sheet back to the bed posts. Soon Chad's naked body was gone from Chad's view.
Staring longingly at the sheet covering his former image. Chad wondered whether Bruno blew his load in Chad's ass already? He was a towel now. No toes. No fingers. No cock. No balls. No ass. No abs. He was just a towel. Damn, he wanted to be used. To feel a warm human body, to pretend it was his body. To pretend he just jerked off his own morning wood instead of having someone else's morning wood jerked off into him.
Afterward Chad ended up hanging in Bruno's bathroom while Bruno ate and showered.
As Bruno towered off, he commented to himself, "Damn, this towel is amazing. If everybody used a perpetually clean towel think how much water and energy we would save. I wonder if they can make clothing or Speedos the same way. Of course, a Terrycloth Speedo would have a lot of drag. Maybe a drag suit? Time to head to the Y!"
Chad found himself crammed into Bruno's swim bag with goggles, nose clips, ear plugs, water proof ear buds, and his personal grooming kit. He was in the dark until, a wet Speedo clad Bruno extracted Chad from the bag, towered off, and set the bag and folded towel on a bench by the pool. There were dozens of people there already early this morning.
Bruno headed over to a lane and dove in. He would be swimming laps for an hour or two, and Chad would just be lying or was it laying now that he was a towel and no longer human? He watched several hot young women in their Speedos walk up. They placed their folded towels on the bench next to Chad
He had forgotten how flowery and sweet women smelled. If he was still human, he would have been hitting on them. He was imagining them ducking into an empty janitor's closet for a quickie. Two more conquests for his little black book that would never be added now.
Chad was wallowing in his unrequited horniness, feeling totally defeated and alone, when a hand grabbed him, and he unfolded. He felt elation. He was about to be used. Oh, how he longed for the human touch.