When Chad finally managed to steer the coach back into his office, the IT guy was staring at the coach's monitor with his mouth wide open. The leaking precum from the coach's cock had given Chad a buzz. Chad started to open the coach's mouth to tell the IT guy to get out of his chair, when the coach's body started to snore.
The IT guy turned and burst into laughter.
"Bet the coach didn't know you could manipulate his body if he slept while wearing you," he said with a penchant pause, "Chad."
Chad started to move the coach's body in a menacing way toward the IT guy.
"I wouldn't do anything stupid, Chad. Unless you want to be coach's jockstrap forever."
Chad froze. The coach's snoring was annoying.
The IT Guy laughed again, "Yeah, Chad the jock is now Chad the jockstrap. I suppose we could make a deal."
"What sort of deal?"
"Well, I don't delete the coach's files, and agree to make you human sometimes."
"Sometimes?"
"Better than never, ain't it?"
"Depends on how often, and what I am when I'm not human. Besides, I'm not a jockstrap. I'm a Speedo."
"Oh, hm. I only read the first few pages."
"Pages?"
"Yeah, Coach has been working on this project for quite a while."
"I'm a project?"
"Hey, I can fix it so that the coach won't bother either of us, and you will be your old annoying -er, preferably Iess annoying - self. "
"Less annoying?"
"Yeah, if I make you human, I own you, understand. You can go to classes, graduate, but no more bullying."
"Hey, I never bullied anyone!" Chad protested.
The IT guy glared at him.
"Well, not intentionally or personally, I'm just a determined guy, and I tend to steamroll over anyone or anything in my way. That's not bullying, is it?"
"Oblivious?" the IT guy said rolling his eyes.
"Okay, I'll try to be less intense, but I'm not a bully."
"Right? Okay. First off, take yourself off the coach."
"Then I'll lose control and he'll wake up."
"Hm, okay. We'll close the office door and lock it. Then we'll zip tie the coach's wrists to the weight bench, and I'll take you off, and zip tie the coach's legs before he wakes up. Oh, and we better gag you, I mean him too."
Chad could feel the coach's bare back on the leather weight bench. His wrists were ziptied, and a dirty jockstrap with a dirty t-shirt from the lost clothes box had been juryrigged into a gag that was currently tied around the coach's head and jammed in his mouth. The IT guy began to pull Chad down. The coach's taut body went limp. Chad was no longer in control.
"Size 52, hm, I bet you'd fit me," said the IT guy before he ziptied the coach's ankles to the weight bench's legs.
He pulled down his hefty jeans, and boxer shorts. Then he stepped into Chad.
Suddenly, Chad's mind connected with the IT guy's.
Chad's voice said in his head, "Your name really is Poindexter?"
The IT guy rolled his eyes. Time to put you in your place, Chad, he thought. Then he sat back in the coach's chair and began jacking off through Chad.
NO, No-gulp, gulp, gulp, urp!
Chad soon sounded pretty drunk.
"Just like the computer files said. Cum makes you drunk. Coach was going to make you addicted to cum, and so I think his original plan was best. Now to change you back. " The IT guy peeled sticky Chad off his body. The first two loads he absorbed completely, but apparently Chad had a 2 and a half drink limit. Poindexter set the soiled Speedo on the floor by the door, and sat down at the computer. The keys clicked, and suddenly, the Speedo started to twitch and move on its own. The blue object grew larger, and began to take on human shape.
Suddenly, Chad was human again. He sputtered and coughed, cum spurted out of his nose like milk gone down the wrong pipe. He was breathing again. It felt so good to be human.
"Thank you, Poindexter! Thank you!"
"You know how you can thank me?" the IT guy slid the coach's chair so that Chad could see he was naked from the waist down. He pointed at his drooping boner.
Chad opened his mouth...