"That was a delicious meal," Spencer said as he stood in the foyer of Coach Sinclair's home, "Thank you for having me over, Coach."
Chad could see everything, as after the big meal, Coach had unbuttoned his shorts and exposed his waistband.
"Thank you, Spencer. It was the least I could do, after you got me the ultimate jock," he grinned and snapped his waistband to remind Chad that he was an owned thing.
Spencer grinned, "Couldn't think of a more deserving guy." Chad wondered whether Spencer meant coach deserved the jockstrap, or that Chad deserved to be a jockstrap. Maybe both. Spencer looked back to make sure that Karen was still in the kitchen, and he whispered, "So now what do you plan to do with him?"
"Heh, heh," chuckled, "Same thing I do with every new jockstrap. To break it in, I wear it non-stop for a month, or two."
"Won't he get pretty ripe?"
"Nah, I'll shower with it on, keeping him clean. I, mean, it. We cannot call it him anymore, understand, Spencer?"
"Right, sir. It's just a jockstrap now, but I thought you wanted to change him back for baseball season?"
Chad's heart sprang, Coach was going to make him human again for baseball season?
"Well, I had thought I might. If'n I do, he'll only be human while in class and on the field. The rest of the time, I'll wear it. Too bad he's slated to graduate, I'd like to have him on the football team one more time."
"Well, he will be missing a few months of classes while he's jockstrap, maybe he won't graduate, and you'll get your wish."
Chad was terrified. He was going to be a jockstrap in the off-season, until he graduated. When he graduated, would it be permanent?"
After Spencer had left, Coach Sinclair went to his office, and began working on some forms.
"Hey, Dad, what's up?"
"Oh, just working on an application for a coaching job at the university. They rejected the last two, but this time I think I've got a shot. A two-fer deal," he said adjusting Chad. Chad could only hope, Coach got the job, then he might get to go to college. He hadn't really considered going pro, but that might be the only way he could ever be human again. He was coach's meal ticket, as long as he played for the coach's team. Otherwise, he would only be the coach's jockstrap. It wasn't so bad, he was pretty used to the smell now.