Chad was Coach's jockstrap now. That's all he was, as far as Coach Sinclair seemed to care. But Spencer and Coach had spoken of re-humanizing Chad to play various sports - after a couple months of being worn non-stop. Coach was lying naked in bed watching The Jimmy Kimmel Show, and periodically scratching his pouch. He hadn't spoken to Chad, since he had told Spencer to refer to Chad as it from now on.
Suddenly, Chad heard a voice. It was Spencer's. He looked around the room as well as he could, but Coach Sinclair seemed to be alone, and hadn't seemed to have heard Spencer.
"C'mon, Chad, I know you can hear me," said Spencer.
"Yeah, big whoop. No one can hear me! I've been screaming for hours!" Chad replied in an irritated tone. His voice crackled a bit over Spencer's computer speakers. Spencer turned the volume down slightly.
"Well, of course, no one can hear a jockstrap talk, unless they have the right equipment. Like me. Oh, and if you're wondering what happened to your cock and balls. I picked up the tag, and reinfused it with nanobots. Feel?"
Chad nearly freaked, he felt Spencer's bare fingers running across his velvety cock. He was getting hard with all the attention. How was this possible? he wondered, apparently, he wondered out loud because Spencer answered.
"Dude, you have a detachable penis. I guess it would be considered a cyborg now. I was thinking of making it silicone and giving it to Karen Sinclair, but Coach would probably be pissed. So I'll find an innocuous form until baseball season. Maybe a keyring, or pen?" Spencer said.
"Please don't leave me a jockstrap forever."
"Well, I don't intend to leave you Coach Sinclair's jockstrap forever. I, mean, he can't hear you, so he wouldn't know if I substituted a real jockstrap or someone else."
"Someone else?"
"Chad, Chad, Chad. You want to stay Coach Sinclair's jockstrap forever?"
"No, definitely not. What do I have to do to get you to change me back?"
"Well, we'll see what happens. You may get to play football again too, so I cannot do anything with you until Coach Sinclair decides to make your condition permanent. Then we'll see. I might just wear you myself for a few months to make sure you understand your position in the world from now on. Maybe make you compression shorts or boxer briefs first though, never really been a big fan of jockstraps myself."
The whole time, Spencer's hands were playing with Chad's detached wiener. He was rock hard, and if he could breathe, he would have been panting. Splooge!
"Yuck!" shouted Spencer, as hot white goo coated his hands, "I hadn't thought you could cum with this detached?"
"Uh, oh, man that felt good, and this is so wrong," sighed Chad, "I orgasm with Coach Sinclair's cock and balls in my mouth. Major made feedback, Spencer."
"Heh, heh, yeah, I suppose if I jerk you off a couple dozen times, you'll start to enjoy having a man's cock inside you?"
"No, please don't!" Chad exclaimed over the speaker in a panic. "I don't want that!"
"Maybe I'll just edge. I really don't want to be covered in your goop again myself."
"Edge?" asked Chad.
"Yeah, jack you off, but stop before you cum."
"No, Spencer, please don't. I'll do anything you ask, but please-"
"I gotta get cleaned up for bed, and you'll do anything I ask regardless of what I do to your cock and balls or you unless you want to spend the rest of your existence as Coach Sinclair's jockstrap. Heh, heh, he told me, he was going to have his will modified to specify he's to be buried in his lucky jockstrap - that would be you. Imagine spending however many years it takes for cotton and Spandex to rot wrapped around Coach's rotting corpse. Pleasant dreams, jock boy."
There was a crackling noise as Spencer disconnected. Maybe Chad and Spencer couldn't talk anymore, but Chad could feel Spencer was still playing with his cock. Oh, no! Coach rolled over and started to snore. Chad came again, and now Sinclair's cock was getting hard in his sleep. Chad's detached penis came again. It occurred to him that the scientist in Spencer was determining Chad's capacity. Chad usually jacked off three times a day, and had sex at least once, maybe twice, but he'd only jacked off once before getting the Secret Admirer note, so he should have at least two or three more loads in him before he went dry. He didn't understand how his detached penis could cum while detached, but was enjoying it, and apparently his micromovements were stimulating Coach Sinclair's manhood. He swallowed, or the equivalent of thinking of swallowing. Sometime around four in the morning, Spencer was still playing with his detached cock, and Coach Sinclair started to hump the mattress in his sleep. Chad moaned, as coincidentally, Spencer blew Chad's last load at the same instant Chad absorbed Coach Sinclair's hot gooey load. Spencer really was ruining Chad, but he didn't really care anymore. It felt good, and there wasn't really any other options for Chad anymore. He was Coach Sinclair's jockstrap, and nothing more - well, except for a detached manhood that might be a keychain or pencil or whatever else Spencer decided.