Snake watched as Todd staggered and limped the last lap of his five mile run. He was clutching his side. Snake started to walk toward the chalk finish line. He glanced at his watch. He smiled. He stopped Todd after he crossed the chalk marker, and put his hand across Todd's shoulders and under his arm to support him.
"Good boy, Todd, you did five miles today."
"Uh, uh, I did?"
"Yes, Todd. You did. I knew you could. Here have a drink of water," Snake said handing Todd an open bottle.
Greedily Todd slurped down the water.
Todd had mixed feelings about Snake, as he dressed. He hated Snake for forcing him to do this, but he was grateful to Snake at the same time for helping him train. He'd never be ready for a marathon training on his own - heck, he wouldn't do it. He wasn't sure what Snake's angle was exactly. Oh, he knew there was some sort of bet involved, but Snake seemed more intent on Todd than seemed good. Todd wondered if Snake had a crush on him, he swallowed. He wasn't gay. Snake's arm was across his shoulders, as they exited the field house. Then Snake dropped back about 5 feet behind him.
"Now, Todd, remember. Use lots of soap and lather in the shower, and remember that Jockstrap never comes off, even in the shower. You can towel it dry. Use the blow dryer if needed," Snake called reiterating his instructions.
Todd was at his locker changing, and he started to slip off his sweaty jockstrap. A gruff, "Uh, uh," from out of nowhere, reminded him that Snake was watching, even if he couldn't see him.
After about a week, Todd, was used to having a slightly damp jockstrap under his jeans.
Todd even slept in his jockstrap, it was actually more comfortable than sleeping in his boxers, or sleeping nude. He didn't understand why, but it was.
Chad was disturbed by how comfortable he was becoming about being Todd's jockstrap. He paid attention to everything Snake said and did, because he seemed to be in charge of Todd. Todd just did whatever Snake said. Todd was waking up before his alarm went off, and naked except for his jockstrap and running in the field house before Snake even showed up. But Snake always seemed to accurately time Todd's runs. He was up to 15 miles. Next week would be 20, and then he'd be running actually marathon distances. Todd had lost a half inch of waistline, but there was no looseness on his jockstrap waistband. In fact, Chad was pretty sure that his diameter had shrunk with Todd's waistline. He was after all Todd's perfect jockstrap. Chad could feel himself oozing Todd, and oozing into Todd. They were becoming one unit, even if they were separate. Maybe it was his imagination? Maybe it was just the constant proximity. Even when Todd used the toilet, had was around his waist, but his pouch tucked out of the way.
After a few weeks, Snake seemed exuberant, as he took Todd's measurements, Todd asked, if Snake was really happy with his results today. It was odd, Todd had grown almost an inch, and his cock had grown too since the training began. If he'd been running outside instead of early in the dark hours of the morning inside a field house, Todd would have understood how his hair got streaked with blond highlights. Even his pubes looked lighter.
"Huh? Oh, sure, Todd. But I'm really happy to hear about Tyrone's bookends."
"Ty's bookends?"
"Yeah, he bronzed two jockstraps to make them, so he won't be coming after your jockstrap."
"Why would Ty want my jockstrap? I thought you said it was from lost and found, did you take it from Ty?"
"No, I didn't take it from Ty. Just heard he was taking guys jockstraps, now I know he was just trying to get a matched set for his bookends," Snake said a bit too quickly. Then he emphasized, "You cannot take your jockstrap off. It's an important part of conditioning."