Without looking Danny reached for his new Speedo, but instead of cloth, his hand grabbed the cold metal knob. He turned and looked on the floor. The Speedo was gone? He looked under the bed. He tried the door, it was locked, no one could have taken Chad. He noticed the gap under the door. He unlocked the door, and wearing only a towel ran down the hallway, and down the stairs. He saw his Speedo moving along the floor like a jellyfish out of water. Chad could still move? He reached down and snatched his Speedo up, and held it between his two hands, glaring at Chad's face as it imprinted on the limp Speedo pouch.
"Naughty, naughty, Chad!" Danny said, "You shouldn't be able to move! You shouldn't want to escape. You aren't the star quarterback, or a willful young man, you are a thing, you are my Speedo! It's time I put you in your place, Speedo!"
Danny stepped into his Speedo, as Chad screamed. Chad was staring outward from Danny's ankles, then Danny pulled up. Chad's view was hidden by the towel. Then the towel fell away. Chad's screaming face on the pouch vanished, as the Speedo snapped into place around Danny's waist.
Danny watched in the full length mirror next to the door to the street, as he slowly raised the screaming Chad Speedo up his legs. The towel fell away exposing Danny's freshly manscaped naked manhood. Then he watched as Chad's face vanished from the Speedo pouch, and was replaced by the outline of Danny's manhood filling the pouch. He laughed a hearty laugh.
"Now you know your place," he laughed. Danny picked up his discarded towel, and climbed back up the stairs. He thought he'd left his door open, but it must have swung shut. He reached for the knob. He needed to finish getting dressed. The knob didn't turn. It was locked. He had locked himself out.