Chad somehow fell asleep blowing in the night wind.
When he awoke, he was still pinned to the clothesline. His pouch face was facing away from the trailer park, and he was watching the sunrise over the landfill next door. The wind had changed direction, and Chad wished he could cover his nose.
He heard a panting breath and running feet. Then the blue jeans next to him vanished on his left, and the Hoodie on his right vanished. The guy was collecting his clothing, and had recognized the jockstrap wasn't his. Chad was terrified, the landfill was close enough to hit with a stone.
"Hm, looks like I got me a new jockstrap? It does look brand new."
Chad feels hands running over his naked body. The fingers are rough and calloused. He is unfastened from the clothesline. And the giant hands holding him turned him to face his new owner. He shuddered as the word owner came unbidden to his mind.
Snake?
Snake did live in the trailer park. He totally had the antisocial rebel act down pat. He stared down, and started to smile. Chad felt relief, Snake was going to keep him. But it was Snake, so he also felt a bit uneasy. He wasn't like Rod, if he knew that Chad was his new jockstrap, Chad shuddered mentally to think what Snake might do. Chad had never had any problems with Snake directly, but Snake purportedly hated the high school. As Homecoming King, Quarterback, etc., Chad was definitely a symbol of the school. He would just have to meditate, empty his mind, and hopefully Snake would never know.
"Coach Sinclair is going to be so passed on Monday, when I show up in a regulation jockstrap," Snake said kissing the pouch of his new jockstrap. He continued, "Maybe somebody heard about his ultimatum to me, and decided to help me out by slipping a new jockstrap into my wash. I don't remember seeing anyone from school there."
Snake carried his dry laundry inside a 40 year old trailer, and to the back bedroom. He put his stuff down on the messier of the two twin beds. He closed the door, and peeled off his skintight jeans. He wasn't wearing underwear. He tugged on his cock. He turned toward the laundry. Chad thought, oh no.
"I suppose I should break it in before gym class? I guess now's as good a time as any," he said as he stepped into Chad.
Snake turned and admired himself in the mirror.
"Chad?" he said uncertainly as the image of the annoying jock appeared in his mind. Chad focused on repeating in his mind what he saw in Snake's mind - Jason's mind. Jason. The laundromat.
"Hm, did I see the jock by the laundromat? This is the type of jockstrap that the football players wear." Snake rubbed hid head. His memory seemed oddly fuzzy. He was sure that Chad was at the laundromat when he was doing laundry, but he couldn't remember seeing him. Maybe it was a reflection in the glass door of the washing machine.
He shrugged, "Oh, well, doesn't matter, I will have to thank Chad on Monday, or maybe he wants to be anonymous? Damn, I had no idea a ball hugger could feel so comfortable to wear. Well, I got night shift tonight, so," Jason pulled the blackout drapes, stretched, and moved his laundry, then climbed into bed. He adjusted himself and fell asleep.