Chad slept the satisfied sleep of a man who knows he's find his place in the world. His contented sleep wasn't disturbed, until Coach Sinclair got up to go to the john. Chad thought that his owner was going to take him off, but Coach just sat down on the john, and aimed his cock at the bowl inside Chad. Then he started to piss. Chad was confused as he quickly got soaked with Coach's urine. The Speedo dried quickly as Chad drank the nasty liquid in. He needed to stay hydrated, he thought thinking of his athletic training. He had swallowed worse tasting sports drinks now that he thought about it. Sports drink? He wondered.
"Love these quick drying Speedos," commented the coach standing up. "Betcha wondering why you, Chad?"
"Yeah, I why, Coach? Why did you do this to me?"
Coach snickered, and scratched his salty balls rubbing them so that Chad could fully taste them. Coach didn't answer. He didn't talk to Speedos, he wore them. He had asked the question rhetorically to Chad, and hadn't planned on conversing with the thing around his waist.
The doorbell rang, "Sinclair, aren't you ready yet?" complained that man in black leathers on the doorstep.
"Sorry, sir, I'll be quick about it. Come in, I'll get you a beer while you wait."
He raced to the kitchen as the man in black strode into the living room slamming the door behind him. He sat down in the nicest chair and put his boots up on the table.
Coach Sinclair handed the man an open can of beer and ran back into his room to put his harness and gear on.
"Took you 4 minute, Sincky, not bad. Guess, that young Speedo's hormones are boosting you just like we planned."
"Yes, sir. Chad's sex drive, hunger and thirst are one with mine now, sir."
"Well, we'll see get your ass out to my side car. There's a private function at the bar. We'll see how boosted you are."