Ty had thought he might wash them after the weekend, but ever the task master Coach Sinclair wanted it done now. So Ty bundled all the dirty Speedos save the one in his pocket into the washer. Then he emptied most of the bottle marked sanitizer into the washer, then a cap full of detergent, and he started the machine.
"Coach, my bus leaves in 45 minutes, is it okay after the Speedos are washed that I toss them in the dryer and fold them Tuesday?"
"Buses run every hour. I want them washed, dried, folded and stacked before you leave. I'll be in tomorrow morning, and the clean Speedos better be neatly stacked. See you, Tuesday." Sinclair locked his office and left.
Ty slouched, and gave the closing exit door the finger. The washer would take another 20 minutes, and the dryer 20 more. And it took 10 minutes to get to the bus stop. Then 50 minutes until the next bus.
What was he going to do? Ty sat down, took out his phone, and surfed TikTok.
Bing, bing, bing.
"Time to put the Speedos in the dryer," Ty said to himself. He loaded the damp Speedos into the dryer. Made sure it was set for low heat, and started the dryer.
He picked up his phone yo resume tiktoking, but the screen dimmed. Damn the battery died. His charger was at home. The locker room was getting cold. It might be another hour before the Speedos dried. The old dryer was barely warm to the touch. What to do?
Ty stuck his hands in his pockets. He pulled out the Speedo that he put there earlier.
Chad was blinded temporarily as he was pulled out of the darkness and into the harsh fluorescent light of the locker room. Before he could see who was holding him and where he was, Ty set Chad on the counter next to his phone, and started to take off his clothing.
Chad watched Ty's striptease out of his baggy clothing. Chad was surprised to see just how muscular Ty was under his clothing. He hadn't seen Ty working out, but hefting 50lb loads of laundry, toting heavy sports equipment and doing the coaches bidding was apparently enough to keep him in good physical shape. Ty was also hairier than Chad expected. And better endowed than he expected. It suddenly occurred to Chad that Ty would probably be shoving that huge piece of meat inside Chad.
Chad could tell Ty not to put him on, but Ty might toss him in the trash or laundry or just leave him. The last time Chad had spoken to Ty, he had ended up shoved in a pocket and forgotten.
He could wait until Ty was wearing him to speak. But Ty was Sinclair's man. Could Chad trust him?
Chad could remain silent. Just pretend to be a regular Speedo. Once Ty took him off, Chad could try to get to one of his friends to help him.