Josh was getting hard as he watched the face of his nemesis embedded on his Speedo pouch licking its lips. Then it went to work coaxing his half hard cock back into erection, and then ejaculation. He heard his crotch jockey murmur, "Yummers." Whoa how the mighty had fallen. Chad would have pounced him if Josh asked him for a BJ, but Speedo Chad sucked him dry without even being asked.
Josh grinned at the contented owned expression on the pouch of his new Speedo. There was no question that it was the former arrogant athlete who thought he was God's gift to women. Josh's grin became a smirk. Chad was now content to live as a cum eating, piss drinking Speedo for an "insignificant towel boy." Chad had called Josh an insignificant towel boy when raging at Josh for shrinking Chad's gear in the wash.
Of course, Josh had stayed late the night before soaking Chad's gear in boiling water and then drying it repeatedly in the dryer on the hottest setting to make sure everything would shrink. Josh loved provoking Chad's tantrums. It got him hard. He glanced at Chad's contented face. He had thought Speedofying Chad would be the ultimate torture for the dumb jock, but with him happy, Josh would have to think of new tortures.
He farted loudly. Chad started coughing and gagging. The first bell rang. Soon the locker room would be filling up. Josh couldn't let them see Chad like this.
If Chad's buds saw happy Speedo Chad on Josh they would beat him until he changed Chad back, then Chad would pound him into oblivion. He peeled off the Speedo just as Coach Sinclair came around the corner of the locker bank.
"You're usually in the pool by now, Josh. Are you feeling okay?"
"Sorry, Coach, just running a little late." He pulled a real Speedo out of his locker and puts it on.