During practice, Chad was put through a real workout. Rod's mind kept drifting back to the idea that the AWOL star quarterback was actually the mystery jockstrap around his manhood, and that idea kept making him hard. You don't want to pop a boner or be having one while tackling or being tackled, still with the jockstrap he did have some protection. Brent freaked when he got Rod's boner filled bulge pressed against his helmet. Rod blamed the jockstrap, "It's too tight, gives me a hard on. Sorry."
"Too weird," Rod said peeling off the jockstrap after practice. A string of cum stretched between his hard again penis and the pouch. He wadded up the jockstrap in his hand and closed the locker. In the sauna, he joined the other guys in jerking off. Most used towels, but he used the jockstrap. He wondered if maybe he'd been slipped some drugs, perhaps something in the fabric of the mystery jockstrap, which he absorbed through his skin? Yeah, that's it there were some guys who got high licking toads, probably the strap was soaked in Toad sweat. He was enjoying his jack off visions of Chad being forced to swallow his cock danced in his head. They danced in Chad's mind too, but it wasn't just his face being rammed against Rod's rod, it was his ass, chest, all of him. Rod blew a couple loads into Chad wadded him up, and decided he'd have to buy a jockstrap for next time. He tossed Chad into the lost and found bin.
The lights went out. Chad lay there damp, cold, used, humiliated and helpless.
A flashlight beam shone into the bin. Hands started to rummage, but quickly grabbed him. Dangling from the hand with the torchlight blasting in his face Chad was freaking out. He wanted to so not be a jockstrap anymore.
"Good that is you, Chad. Looks like you've already had a workout. You like eating other guys' cum?" asked a familiar male voice, but in the dark Chad wasn't sure whose.
It's Rod's cum. He used me as a cum rag. How did you know where to find me?
"Duh, Chad, where else would you expect to find a lost jockstrap?"
Gulp. You're not going to change me back?
"Eventually, dude, lighten up. Coach says I need to workout, and I hate to workout, but you love that shit. So I came across this spell, which - well, basically, when I wear you, I can cede control of my body to you, and you can do the workouts. When I'm in good enough shape, I'll change you back. I've got a training book here filled with my current and desired stats. Oh, and if you insist I eat vegetables, I'll have to be wearing you when that happens. So I had hoped to put you on, and let you review my stats, but you're such a mess."