Thad was silent for a bit. He lay in the sauna thinking about Chad's story. He said, "Nah. Chad, you didn't change into my Speedo. Your ghost has just possessed it. You must've had an accident and died. Then your soul was reincarnated in my Speedo."
Chad was dumbfounded.
"I am alive. I didn't die. You turned me into your Speedo and are gaslighting me. You are the guy wearing me, so you must've done it to me. Who else would turn me into your Speedo?"
Thad laughed, "Yeah, right. Except I didn't turn you into anything Chad. So who else would? You must've died, and your soul or ghost or spirit screwed up and reincarnated as my Speedo or else the divine being in charge of reincarnation decided that coming back as a cockroach was more than you deserved, so they made you my Speedo." There was a penchant pause as Thad's hand positioned itself on the Speedo pouch. Chad knew what was coming. Thad's cock had fully tented his Speedo pouch while talking to it.
Todd was sure that it was only a Speedo that thinks it is Chad or it was Chad reincarnated. Either way it was a few ounces of synthetic cloth, and there was no way it could ever have been or become 185 lbs of flesh and bone. Besides he was really getting off on pretending it really was Chad. Thad really hoped that the real Chad would show up and Speedo Chad would be revealed as a prank. It would be sad if Chad turned up dead, but if that was so, then Karma determined Chad deserved to be Thad's Speedo. Either way, Thad was hornier than he had ever been.
Chad's horror at being jerkned off into was obliterated as Thad cranked of 3 loads into Speedoboy. Chad was soon totally blotto. Cum was like 185 proof Vodka, and Chad was a cum drunk Speedo.