Matt flicked his new athletic cup, it sounded a hearty thud encompassing stuffiness and protection. He adjusted it and his manhood inside it, pulled up his shorts, and left the field house, locking it behind him. He left Chad's stuff where Chad left it. No one should be going into the field house for at least a monfh, and during that time Chad should have reclaimed his stuff or he'd permanently be Matt's athletic cup.
"You're late, McElroy!" Growled Coach Sanchez, when he saw Matt walking toward practice. "It started at 4pm. Fifteen minutes late, 15 laps around the fence!"
" Aw, Coach, i- uh, " Matt started to explain, but he could hardly say the he was delayed turning their American Football star Chad Pendragon into his athletic cup. He suppressed a smile as Coach shouted, "Make it 20 laps."
Matt nodded silently, and broke into a jog.
Chad's anger and disbelief were giving way annoyance and boredom.
He was in the dark, bouncing up and down with Matt's increasingly sweaty stinky balls inside him, and Chad seemed unable to communicate with anyone in his current state. Chad was praying that practice would end soon, and stinky crotch McElroy would hit the showers. Then maybe Chad would change back. Then he would - what would he do? No one would believe his story, he wouldn't believe it if it wasn't happening to him now.
After 20 laps, Matt rejoined his team's practice. They were doing passing maneuvers.
Coach shouted, "Matt, you missed it earlier, but I told the team that the best way to get used to your new cup supporter is to wear it 24/7 until Monday. Eat in it, sleep in it, live in it. By then, you should be used to it, move normally while wearing it."
Wait! No way is he wearing me all weekend! Shrieked mum Chad. It's like a stinky sauna down here! Who knows what it'll be like by Sunday night.
"Okay, that's it for passing. McElroy defend the goal, the rest of you line up to kick goals," ordered the coach.
As Matt walked toward the goal, with his back to everyone, he tapped on his cup.
He whispered, "Hey, Chad, this is a three day weekend. Means you're wrapped around my junk until Tuesday morning. Remember that his trip to Orlando last summer, the A.C. went out, it was 90 and humid. We were drenched in sweat. That was only 10 hours. Let's see 4 pm Friday until 6 am Tuesday, um, that'll be 86 hours, over 8 times longer than the bus ride. Well, I am at the goal, and it won't do for people to see me talking to my crotch, will it. Enjoy the ride, Chad!"
No! Shouted mouthless Chad the plastic cup. He didn't know if Matt had heard him before, or if this was just Matt's Bond Villain monologue. Bond would escape, Chad's fate seemed immutable at the moment.
Two hours of practice, well, nearly three. Chad was exhausted, and sadly getting accustomed to the heat and stench.
In the locker room, as they changed and showered, Rico asked Matt, "Aren't you going to shower? You didn't grab a clean towel."
Matt was standing there in his jockstrap.
He said, "Nah, Coach said to wear it all weekend, so I will. I rode my bicycle today, and it's a 10 mile ride home, so I'll need a shower then anyway." He pulled his jeans up and over Chad.
No. No. No. Thought Chad.
"Hey, you only live 3 miles away," said Rico.
" Ma's house is 3 miles, pop's house is 10, maybe more. The County is going to close the bridge tonight, so their road crew can work on it. If I don't get going, I may have an extra 5 mile detour. "
"Well, have fun at your father's," said Rico.
" I usually do. He's got a weight room in the basement, and a huge open video collection, and he pretty much lets me do whatever I want. "
Two minutes later, backpack on his back, Matt was pedaling toward his father's home.