Johnny just laughs. Then he uses the mirror app on his smartphone to check out how his new suit looks on him. He grins. Custom suits are the best, he thinks. He pulls on his shorts, and leaves with Chad's clothing and stuff neatly stacked where Chad left it. He strides from the field house to his car, enjoying the feel of the Spandex moving against his crotch.
He hops into his open convertible, buckles up, and starts the engine.
Under the shorts, Chad is freaking out. He cannot believe what has happened to him. It isn't possible. But that mouth full of Japanese manhood sure seems real. It tastes, and smells and feels real, but worst of all it seems right. It seems like this is the way it's supposed to be. He makes a better Speedo for Johnny Sako than he ever was a human being. Yeah, he thinks, this is the life. But part of his mind is repelled. He was - er, is- a stud. He is an alpha, not another alpha's underwear! His mind struggles in the darkness, and the warm dampness that is now his reality. He tries to communicate with Johnny telepathically, but it doesn't seem to work. If it worked, then Johnny was ignoring him. Chad tried to imagine how he would react if his Speedo had started talking to him. It was ludicrous. He tried to imagine Johnny as his Speedo, maybe he could will himself back to his former reality. Even as he concentrated, part of his mind rebelled, it liked, he liked being Johnny's Speedo. He didn't want to stop being it. He fought internally with what he wanted, but he was so tried. He fell asleep in the dark, as Johnny drove wherever he was going. He dreamed of being owned, as Johnny swam in him, and won water polo games.