The hot shower felt good on Chad's sore muscles. Rick or Bruno must've slipped him so magic mushrooms, peyote, nutmeg or LSD? He didn't remember licking a toad. He shook his head as he rinsed the shampoo and soap off his body. He toweled off, and headed to his locker. He saw the naked hairy ass first. Some big hairy naked guy was standing next to his locker. The guy was bent over with his foot on the bench. He stood up and turned around to face Chad. The man was naked except for leather sandals on each foot. He must have been adjusting his sandals moments before. It was the new coach. His expression was blank but he looked Chad up and down. Then he pulled Chad's towel from around Chad's waist. Then he forcibly spun Chad around so he could inspect Chad's naked backside. He even spread Chad's butt cheeks. Chad spun around and took a step toward the new coach. He opened his mouth to protest, but the new coach spoke first.
"You did a good job washing and drying my Speedo. Now it's time to suit up."
Chad was a blue fabric and falling toward the locker room when silently the new coach snatched him out of the air, and put him on.
The guy knew Chad was his Speedo, and he still he put Chad on. Chad didn't know whether to indignant that a coach whose name he didn't even know had done this to him, or be grateful that such a handsome powerful man had chosen Chad to be his Speedo. This whole situation was so screwed up, thought a confused Chad unsure of his own feelings.
The coach rallied the swim team, and soon the swim meet began. The team did okay, but not great.
Afterward, Chad expected the coach to take him off and change him back into a man or maybe hang him in a locker. The coach did neither. He put on a track suit over his Speedo.