Chad didn't trust Rick for a minute. There had to be a reason Rick changed Chad human, and created a situation where Chad would consider -hell he was looking forward to being Rick's Speedo and getting his manhood back- volunteering to be transformed back into Rick's Speedo. There was more to it, Chad was sure. He looked at the minimanhood he was currently packing. He could barely get it up, and up it was smaller than his original equipment had been after a dip in an icy lake in the dead of winter. He didn't think he could satisfy any woman in his current state. He turned down at least 6 invitations since becoming human - not counting Bruno's incessant invites.
The fateful day arrived, Chad was standing on Rick's doorstep ten minutes early holding a suitcase, and wearing only shorts, shirt and a pair of flip flops. He rang the bell, and Rick opened the door stark naked.
"How's it hanging? Speedo!" Rick said.
Chad felt his suitcase slip from his grip, as he shrank inside his clothes into a flimsy bit of fabric. He landed with a soft plop on Rick's doormat. Rick fished him out of his clothes, the pulled his lucky string out of Chad. He held up the necklace he had made of Chad's original string. It was still covered with beads as Rick forced it into the Speedo. He disappeared back into his house, and was soon wearing Chad.
"Happy, Chad? You've got two manhoods inside you now. I bet ya can't wait to get to Cancun? You probably should've check the news. Big cartel war raging in Cancun. All flights canceled. And you agreed to be my Speedo until we get to cancun. Travel agent said at least a couple months. So, are you happy, Chad?"
Chad was confused. He knew he should be angry. But he felt whole again with his own drawstring back inside him. It felt weird covered in all those beads, but at the same time it felt good. Chad actually felt good for the first time in a long time. He hadn't really slept through the night since last becoming human with that tiny dick.
Now that he was whole, he felt right. Even with Rick's stinky junk and ass inside him, Chad felt whole and right again. Maybe it was part of being a Speedo? He felt whole and secure being worn, which was a Speedo's purpose, and he felt wanted, loved and needed. Yes. Chad was exhausted from lack of sleep. Chad had gone from about 185 lbs down to maybe 6 ounces, and his compressed brain wasn't working as well as it did in his human body. But he was content. Sure Rick was a psycho, but he really did care about Chad in a twisted way, Chad figured Rick loved him.
Part of him him struggled briefly with the duplicity, but Rick hadn't lied, he just had not told Chad the actual situation. Chad briefly wanted to be human again, and just go home. Them he realized that being a Speedo worn by someone who cherished him enough to do this to him so they could be together, Chad accepted he was home.
Chad thought back at his wearer in respomse to Rick's question, "Yes, I'm happy."
Then the Speedo around Rick's waist fell asleep.
Rick laughed. He was already a sporting a boner when he pulled Chad on. Now as Chad dozed contentedly, Chad's mind opened completely to Rick, Rick realized he had won. He totally owned the former stud quarterback. Rick arched his back, and blew his load into his Speedo.
Rick was triumphant.
He had planned to visit some disreputable spots to pickup guys and bury Chad in a dozen strangers loads to help break him. But that no longer seemed necessary. Rick left the luggage and clothing in the foyer, and headed back to bed. He planned to go bar hopping tonight. With Chad's mind open to him, Rick would know just how to pickup any hottie he wanted. Probably two or three. He grinned. A guy and a girl might be more fun for Chad. Rick hadn't tried that yet.
Rick's Speedo was dry and his cock was hard again when he hit the sheets. He jerked off into sleeping Speedo Chad, and fell asleep too.