After the swim Rick joined his team mates in the sauna. Chad dried out and dozed off wrapped around Rick's buns and manhood. He didn't realize that everyone else had left or that Rick had taken him off until he changed back. He woke to find himself falling. He caught himself on a locker bench.
"Dude, you were sleeping?" Rick asked with a laugh.
"Being a Speedo is exhausting work," Chad complained.
"Haha, and I thought you just hung there."
"Every time you move, a bit, my whole body moves or gets stretched or whatever," Chad shuddered. He forced a laugh, "Good prank. Glad it's over."
"Chad, it's not over. You're my were-Speedo now. So here's the schedule of when I'll be wearing you, so you can arrange to get your ass to the locker room before you change, and can clear your calendar accordingly," Rick said handing Chad a piece of paper.
"Oh, no, I'm not-" Chad said trying to shove the paper back into Rick's hand.
Rick pulled out Chad's drawstring and tugged it tight. Chad moaned, and closed his eyes. Then he looked down at the plastic dildo hanging between his thighs. They weren't his cock and balls, they were plastic and hairless.
"What did you do?"
"Relax, golden boy, I own you now," Rick explained, "This string is your real manhood, and the only way you're getting it back, is if I put it back in you, and remove this one." He flicked his finger hitting the hard plastic dildo. "You keep that in your pants and no one will notice any difference, and you get your old one back and the were-Speedo curse ends after Swim Season ends."
"Okay, I guess, but w-" Chad stared at the calendar pages that Rick handed him. It was only a couple of hours a day for the first week, then four hours, and then he stopped talking, and sputtered, "Wait, you're going to wear me 24/7 for two weeks?"
"The first week is the regionals, and the second week is Spring Break. You got a problem with it? Because you're a Speedo then whether you like it or not," Rick said calmly. "See you tomorrow morning, Chad."
Chad found his gear from the field house stuffed into his locker. He dressed and punched in the security code all the football players had and left. He didn't want to be Rick's Speedo, but he didn't seem to have a choice.
The rest of the day went pretty normally, he went out to the bar and picked up a girl. Then he remembered his cock. At least it was stiff plastic. They had sex, and she seemed to enjoy it, but Chad didn't feel a thing. It was like he had been shoving a dildo in and out of her, not his dick. When he got home he tried masturbating, but it was useless plastic. He went to sleep.
Chad was surprised when his watch alarm went off in the morning. It was Saturday, and the football season was over. Damn, Rick. Was that real? His hand reached under the covers and he felt hard plastic. It was real. He decided he would put on his sweats and jog over to the pool, just in case.