"Okay, I'm ready to change," Chad said standing there in Rick's bedroom with his gym bag on the floor next to him, and the empty Sports Drink bottle in his hand.
"Strip, Chad," Rick said nonchalantly.
"What?"
"Dude, has to be exactly like before. Here's your drawstring, now strip tie your package and pop your huge boner," Rick ordered.
Chad sighed and stripped with his back to Rick. Then he jacked off and tied the drawstring like he had that fateful day.
He suddenly felt hands on his shoulders and he was forcibly turned to face Rick. Rick looked down and burst into laughter.
"No wonder you agreed to be my Speedo again. So that's my lucky string. Yeah, I guess it is a bit shorter than your string, but I got it when I was 13. Which looks about what your manhood belongs on. Well, we'll fix that. I bet you would have agreed to be my Speedo for a year to get your big cock back. You know you got the better of me this time, But a deal's deal."
The way he said it made Chad sure that it was going to be hell while he was Rick's Speedo.
He felt the wave of nausea pass over him as he deflated into a tiny triangle of fabric. Damn, Rick! It was a competition Speedo, it was a hot pink Rio thong with built in cock ring. Turned out the cock ring was Chad's sphincter. Rick dressed. Jacked off three times. Showered, dried himself off, and dressed with Chad still damp underneath. Chad had been there at 6 in the morning, turned out Rick's flight didn't leave until 7 that night. Chad had suspected Rick was gay, but he didn't realize what Rick was like at Spring Break. He viewed it as orgy time, and had sex with a half dozen different guys in the airport bathroom before heading to the flight. The worst were a pair of twins who fucked Rick simultaneously with dicks on either side of Chad's g-string body. He was soaked in cum and ass juices, and he wanted to throttle Rick. The twins said they hoped to hook up again with Rick at the resort. Then he hit Chad that he was going to be a gay resort. He didn't plan to stick around there, if he could help it. Damn, Rick still hadn't replaced his drawstring. Chad had a bad feeling about this. As long as Rick had Chad's manhood, he was on a leash, a very short drawstring sized leash.