Suddenly, a giant hand appears grabbing naked Chad. He shrieks. He was dreaming. He's on the floor of the locker room next to the kickboard where Rod had tossed him. A giant hand has grabbed his crumpled twisted jockstrap body, and is shaking him out. He feels the thumbs inside spreading his waistband, but the pouch, which is Chad's face is facing away from his new owner, Chad can only see the bank of lockers in front of him.
"So you already think of me as your owner, Chad? Sweet!" boomed a giant voice. It echoed weirdly in the empty locker room. It was familiar. Chad couldn't place it. Coach? Bruno? Rick? Rod, did you come back? Uh, Kyle, maybe?
"Haha, so that's where you went! Rod wore you! And tossed you here! If I were Rod, I'd've kept you," said Chad's new owner.
Who the fuck are you? Why did you do this to me? Change me back now! Chad demanded.
"Yeah, right! Like that's ever going to happen, jockstrap boy," laughed the man who flexed Chad's waistband body to remind Chad that he was and would always be a jockstrap from now on.
Why? sobbed Chad in fear and desperation.
"Does it matter?" said the voice.
There was a noise of the locker room door opening and closing.
"Later, Chad," whispered his owner. The right hand closed over Chad wadding him up in a ball, and shoving him into his owner's jeans' front pocket.
Mmpht! mumbled Chad unintelligibly.
His new owner laughed, "I thought I'd have to have skin to skin contact to hear you, but I guess cotton lets me hear you, well, sort of, I have no idea what you're trying to say."
Chad was furious. He could smell the guy's musk and feel the heat radiating from the guy's crotch. His owner should be wearing him thought Chad testily. Chad brooded for what seemed like days in the dark. smelly pocket. Of course, it wasn't days. It was just it was so boring. and sensory depriving - well, except for the smell. And that was growing intoxicating. Chad was feeling complacent and content, and sort of zoned out.
Suddenly, he perked up at the sound of his name. He was furious at himself for accepting his situation. He still had no idea who had done this to him or why. Well, he had his suspicions as to why. If he was the guy's jockstrap, obviously, he wanted to fill Chad with his cock and balls. It was humiliating, but Chad had already been filled with Rod Toulemann's junk, so maybe that was why the guy hadn't put Chad on yet. Of course, he was going to wash Chad first. He concentrated to try to make out the words being spoken about him.
His owner was replying, "Chad? I haven't seen his face all day."
"Dude, fess up, if you did something to Chad," said another male voice.
"Who me? Why would you even think that?"
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