Chad arrived at Rick's house with suitcase in hand.
"You won't be needing that," remarked Rick as he tossed Chad's bag in the entry hall closet, and closed the door. His three pieces of luggage were next to the closet.
"Hey-Rick! You said I'd be human when you were wearing me. I need my clothes," Chad protested.
Rick snorted a laugh, "Yeah, but when Im not wearing you, when you're human, you will wear whatever I provide. After all you agreed, I will put your original string back in you after we get back. So from the moment I put you on until the moment I restore you here, I own you. As long as you are in Mexico, I own you. Agree?"
"Okay," Chad sighed reluctantly, "As long as we are in Mexico, you own me."
"Not exactly what I said. You agree that as long as you are in Mexico, I own you. Agree?"
"Isn't that what I said?" Chad groaned. He was not looking forward to this week.
"No. Now say it the way I told you, Speedoboy," Rick ordered, "a good slave boy obeys exactly."
"Slave boy?" Chad was exasperated, but he had expected as much from Rick. A week in hell to get his dick back, it would be worth it. "How about you put my original string back as soon as you put me on instead of when we get back? Then from then on, as long as I am in Mexico, you will own me, I will be your obedience slave boy for all week," Chad said with undisguised disgust.
Rick laughed, "Okay, it's so agreed."
Chad collapsed in a heap of clothes. Rick fished him. Rick looked at the startled face embossed on the pouch of the Speedo in his hand, and grinned.
"First, I promised to remove my lucky string," Rick said. He pulled the drawstring out of Chad. The expression on the face looked apprehensive. Rick kissed his lucky string, "Missed you, baby." Then he hung the stringless Speedo on the native male fertility statue on the entry table. Chad now was hanging upside down on the statue's giant phallus with a view of the statue's big stone balls.
Chad felt so empty without a drawstring. He was a eunuch. He wondered if Rick knew that the string was his manhood. Suddenly, Rick half tossed him on the primitive fertility god's statue's penis. Rick had probably felt Chad's sense of emptiness, and assumed Chad wanted Rick's penis inside him. Hurry up, Rick, Chad thought.
"Now where did I put Chad's old string? Oh, well, since my flight was canceled due the hurricane in Mexico, I guess it doesn't matter."
Huh? Chad thought. Screw Rick. Damn, he had agreed to be Rick's slave boy until they returned from Mexico. Well, if his flight was canceled, when was Rick going to take him to Mexico. Wait where my old string is "doesn't matter"?! Rick! Rick! Rick!
Chad shouted mentally. He didn't know if Rick could hear him from wherever he went or not. He desperately hoped that this was one of Rick's pranks, and that he would come right back and restring him, and tell him that his flight wasn't canceled.