Ryan re-dressed himself, and left his underwear in Jason. He'd be wearing Jeff 24/7 until the big game on Monday - well, two weeks from Monday. He knew Jeff wasn't a football fan, but he had thought he'd know when the first game of the season was - oh, well, more time to break him in.
Jeff was totally in the dark. But his programming kicked in, and he was happy. He was chilling breathing in that sweet man musk of Ryan, cradling his massive beautiful manhood... Oh, fuck, had he turned himself gay? No, it was just his job, he hoped the feelings left when he was human again, or it could cause complications. Well, Monday was only a few couple days away. How long would it take before Ryan considered Jeff broken in? Probably, when he went to bed, Jeff would get a breather, and become his human self.
Ryan headed for the campus. His teammates were already on the field scrimmaging when he walked up with his new backpack.
"You're late," growled the coach, "Get suited up and take 10 laps in full gear, Ry-ry!"
Ryan hated being called Ry-ry, but he just nodded, and said, "Yes, coach."
He ran the rest of the way to the locker room, and stripped down to his jock. He pulled a banana cup out of his locker and shoved into his pouch roughly. He was angry, and completely forgot his jockstrap was inanimo. Then he remembered, and gently rubbed the cup filled pouch. He whispered, "Sorry, Jeff, forgot it was you. I'll try to be gentler. Hope you're thirsty, it's a hot summer day, and after 10 laps in full gear, well, you'll be pretty much soaked. Then practice begins," Ryan said with a sigh. He added, "Just remember to be supportive, Jeff."
Jeff was pleased to see the locker room. He really hadn't paid attention to anything other than Ryan's manhood, waist, thighs and ass. He didn't hear what the coach said. He only saw the light of the locker room. He wasn't aware of the banana cup or that he even had an opening in his pouch until he felt Ryan's fingers separating what felt like his butt cheeks and then something huge was shoved in. If Jeff could have screamed, he would. As it was, he trembled as the huge plastic cup filled him to protect Ryan's junk. It was good to protect Ryan's manhood, Jeff's programming reminded him. The intrusion hurt, but it also seemed to cause Jeff to orgasm or rather put him in a permanent state of orgasm. He was elated to be wrapped around Ryan. Then Ryan patted him and he was in heaven. Ryan hurriedly pulled on his gear. He put his mouth piece in place, and secured his helmet, and jogged out to the field. Then Ryan started his 10 laps.