Chad was horrified as Dirk's fantasy of submission wrestling his naked dream version of Chad ending with him exploding a gushing torrent of hot rich cum. It reminded Chad of the buttermilk rum punch he had last Christmas. Johnny's cum was like beer compared to Dirk's rum punch. Chad felt warm and happy and fell silently to sleep.
He didn't hear Dirk's remarks to himself about going to get cleaned up, then upon discovering his Speedo was dry and clean, "Now I know why Bruno wears his Speedo 24/7. I might try that for a while." He then hopped into the shower, scrubbed himself clean, then toweled off, and raced over to his new Speedo. He picked it up and sniffed it.
"Dang, it still smells like Chad," Dirk said, as he examined his purloined Speedo, "Can't believe it's spotless."
Dirk put a hand in each side of the suit and watched as air filled the empty pouch. The pouch was embossed with the image of a face- Chad's face with eyes closed and blissful smile.
Dirk setup his camera phone on a tripod, set the timer, then began videoing the empty pouch with Chad's embossed face, then as he pulled the suit up his legs, Chad's image was replaced with an outline of Dirk's manhood. Dirk replayed the video, and was soon rock hard again. He jerked off another load into Chad.
After 15-20 minutes of rest, Dirk got up prepared to shower again. He peeled back his self-cleaning Speedo, and was pleasantly surprised to see that there was no sticky mess left to clean up. Over the next week or so, Dirk really lived in his new Speedo 24/7. He wore it under his clothes, when he slept, and when he worked out.
Chad woke up in the dark with a killer hangover. Dirk had a wet dream humping his pillow.
Chad woke up in the dark, his head throbbed, he was gagged by Dirk's morning wood. Dirk's hand jerked off. Yum cum. Blissful unconsciousness.
Some days, Chad didn't awake before a wet dream or jerk off session prolonged his unconsciousness.
Dirk had never been hornier or happier. He was enjoying a wonderful fantasy life. He really felt as if he was pussifying Chad. He felt like he owned the stud. The fact that he hadn't seen the pretty boy's smug face in weeks didn't register with Dirk.
Every time Chad started to regain consciousness, Dirk blew another load sending Chad back into.his drunken stupor. All of Dirk's fantasies were painful realities in Chad's cum-wasted mind
At last Dirk had taken off the Speedo. Chad had no idea why, but Chad was damp and hanging empty. There was a flash of light. Chad surmised he was hanging from a clothesline in Dirk's basement. Lightning flashed again through the high basement windows eerily illuminating the large basement. Then Chad heard the rumbling of thunder, and the constant pounding of a heavy rain.
Any moment, Chad expected Dirk to come to put him on again, anf jerk off.