Chad shivered with a weird tingling sensation. His boner drooped. It seemed bigger like it was erect, but was now limp. Well, it was an improvement, Chad thought as he dressed. He still felt massively horny even if his cock wasn't upright. He couldn't wait to get home to jack off.
He got home, ate dinner, but he forgot that his parents were leaving town for a week, so he had to help load the car and drive them to the airport. It was 9:30 pm before he was finally alone. He headed to the family room, and flicked on the TV. He switched to ESPN to find some hot semi-clad bodies at the Beach Volleyball Competition. Oh, fuck, the women's matches are over, but damn, some of those guys are hot. Chad popped open a cold beer, and started jacking off. It doesn't take long to get hard.
Then the doorbell rings. Just when he was about to cum too. He takes a deep breath, and pulls on his shorts and ties his sweat shirt around his waist.
"TRICK OR TREAT!" says Rick. He's wearing only a Scottish kilt, and shoes. "Looks like you're happy to see me!" he added looking pointedly at Chad's tented shorts.
"It's not Halloween!" Chad exclaims, "Why are you wearing a skirt, Rick?"
"I'm not wearing a skirt, it's a Scottish kilt. Now I've got a riddle for you, Chad. What's a Scotsman wear under his kilt?"
"Nothing?" Chad proffered.
"No, a "Jock". Jock's a common Scot's name, and it also refers to a jockstrap," Rick answered.
Chad took a step back, "Oh, no, not again!"
Rick blew some yellowish-white powder in Chad's face and followed him inside. Rick closed the door behind him.
Chad stumbled backwards. His sweatshirt and shorts were on floor, and his arms and legs flailed uncontrollably.
"It's a different transformation, Chad. That candy you ate mixed with the powder will make you my jockstrap permanently. Now for my custom fit."
Chad couldn't speak. He just made weird gasping noises. Rick stepped behind him, and guided Chad's arms between his legs. No, they were becoming leg straps. Chad's arms stayed where Rick put them. Chad's legs were next to be manipulated around Rick's waist. One in front, one in back. They were shrinking to a manageable size, all of Chad was shrinking, but at different rates. His head was now positioned right below Rick's crotch. He opened his mouth to shout no, and Rick guided Chad's head over Rick's crotch. He felt his head fusing with his legs, and he felt himself shrink to fit. He was the perfect jockstrap for Rick's anatomy. Rick laughed, and dropped his kilt over Chad. Then he strolled into the family room.
"Ah, you got a cold beer for me," Rick said taking a deep sip, "Don't worry you'll get to taste it when it passes through me, Chad."
He cannot be serious?
"Oh, and let's get some porn on this set. Oh, good you have pay per view. Bet your folks will be shocked when they see all the gay porn you watched while they were away. Yeah, I know your folks are out of town, after all our dad's work at the same place. So I've got the place to myself. Maybe I'll call up our buds and tell them, you're throwing an orgy? I know, I'll text and email them from your phone. Don't worry, I'll be wearing you to the party. I know - a jocks only party. Hot jock athletes wearing only jockstraps and a ton of beer and pizza. I really love that you stored your credit card info on the Pizza Hut app, Chad."
Chad's in the dark, but he can only assume that Rick has found his phone. He really should have come up with a better password than his jersey number. He had the same number for football and baseball, and just used the two of them as his PIN. Chad can hear heavy breathing and groaning.
"Oh, sorry, Chad, you're missing the good bits!" Rick said lifting his kilt so Chad's pouch/face had a view of the TV screen.
Rick ordered pizza on Chad's phone, took off his kilt, and then headed to the kitchen to get a couple beers. He put some roofies into one of the beers. And drank the other. Then he went back to watch TV. He'd blown a load into Chad, when the doorbell rang. He pulled on Chad's shorts, and pulled the drawstring tight, they were a couple sizes too bid for Rick. He opened the door.
"Great, pizza's here!" Rick said, "I put your tip on the credit card, but if you want to come in for a beer?"
"Hey, I thought Chad lived here," said the college aged delivery boy.
"Yeah, that jock was stuffing his face, that's why I shouted the pizza's here. Don't know what's keeping him. Maybe he's in the john. I'll take the pizza. You want that beer?"
"Yeah, sure, it's my last delivery anyway."
Rick grinned, the guy had no idea.
"So you're a buddy of Chad's?"
"Yeah, sort of. He was on the Varsity team when he was a soph and I was a senior on the team," the delivery boy explained.
"Ah, cool. Here you go," Rick said pretending to open the beer laced with roofies.
The jockstrap waistband stuck up over the loose shorts, so Chad was able to see. He wanted to warn Warren, but there was nothing he could do. Or was there?