"Good workout, Jocko. Looks like you got Chad's body for at least a week, as your body will be my jockstrap for the next week. I'm not Bruno so I can't go around wearing a Speedo all week, but a jockstrap that will be okay. Chad is way to rebellious still.
Chad protested from where he was obedient that he had even sucked Rick's cock. Rick sighed and shook his head.
"Look, Chad, Speedos and Jockstraps don't talk, unless ordered to speak. And sucking your master's cock isn't a chore or punishment it is a reward and privilege. So the sooner you accept your position, the sooner you may find yourself back in your own body."
"Minus your manhood," added Jocko from where he was doing arm curls.
"What did I just say about Speedos and jockstraps not talking?" Growled Rick.
Jocko was silent. He put down the weight and made a motion with his hand of locking his lips and throwing away the key.
"That's better, Jocko. You're just lucky I like looking at Chad's smooth bod or you'd be in my drawers upstairs. I may just let you keep Chad's bod. He was always way to chatty."
Chad forced himself not to reply. He heard Rick's thought projected at him. *GOOD STRAP, CHAD. STAY SILENT ALL WEEK AND YOU MAY END UP BACK IN YOUR OLD NEUTERED BODY. I DON'T CARE WHO'S IN YOUR NEUTERED BOD AS LONG AS THEY BEHAVE APPROPRIATELY.* Then Rick laughed like a supervillain in his mind, but merely smirked at Jocko as he reseumed exercising Chad's disengendered body.
Rick thought *IT'S GOOD TO BE ME*
Chad shuddered silently. He was Rick's jockstrap for the week, and if he didnt want to be so permanently, he'd have to endure it in silence.
It proved to be easier when he was alone with Rick than at school. When he was human, Chad had seen Rick daily parading around the locker room, weight room, therapy pool and sauna wearing only his jockstrap. It was kind of freaky realizing that the whole time Rick's jockstrap had been a transformed living guy. It was a helluva a lot freakier being Rick's jockstrap, and not saying anything when you saw your buds and teammates in the locker room.
"Yo, Rick, how's it hanging? You suiting up or just wearing your jock all day?" asked Bruno as he entered the locker room from the hallway to the pool. He peeled off his Speedo, and hung it on his locker door. He stepped over to whisper conspiratorially in Rick's ear. His big floppy dick touched against Rick's jockstrap pouch.
He whispered with a lilt of humor, "You seen Chad today? I'm sure curious how his Secret Admirer date turned out?" But he thought, and Chad heard his thoughts *Nobody's heard from Chad since Friday, do you think he's okay?*
Rick pulled away from Bruno before Chad could think at him, and said, "I'm sure he's around here somewhere." And he let his hand brush his own jockstrap.
Rick headed for the sauna. As he walked, he thought at Chad *GOOD JOCKSTRAP, YOU KEPT YOUR TRAP SHUT. IF YOU'D YAPPED AT BRUNO, I'D HAVE HAD TO CHANGE HIM INTO A BANANA CUP OR SOMETHING. KINDA COOL TO KNOW THAT THE LECH REALLY IS CONCERNED ABOUT YOU.*
Chad blurted out *you heard his thoughts. When you sat next to me in the sauna, you read my thoughts too?*
*ONLY WHEN I WAS WEARING JOCKO. AND NOT JUST THE SAUNA. REMEMBER I SOMETIMES WORE MY JOCKO IN THE JACUZZI WITH YOU. AND WHEN COACH DID HIS PEP TALKS AND AT MY FAMOUS JOCKSTRAP PARTIES, HA!*
Chad shuddered.
*OH, YOU SPOKE WITHOUT PERMISSION, LET'S SEE IT'S TUESDAY, CAUSE MONDAY WAS A HOLIDAY. SO YOUR WEEK STARTS NOW. YOU WILL BE WORN UNTIL NEXT TUESDAY. DON'T SPEAK AGAIN UNLESS YOU REALLY LIKE BEING A JOCKSTRAP * Snickered Rick mentally.
Chad kept seeing buds, and wanting to say hi or speak all week. He also had lost count of the loads of cum that Rick had jerked off into him or that Jocko had sucked through him with Chad's own lips as the neutered Chad gave Rick his morning BJs. Rick had been serious about wearing Chad 24/7. He slept in Chad, showered in Chad and barely pulled him down to use the toilet. Chad no longer could distinguish Rick's body odor from his own. It was all one normal now. It was normal for a jockstrap, not me thought Chad sullenly. But he was a jockstrap now. Rick's personal toy. When would this nightmare end?
As the week progressed, Chad noticed something else. Initially, he looked up at his buds' faces, but towards the end of the week he was recognizing them by their crotches. He was eye level with their crotches now, so it sort of made sense. Bruno's bulge, Rod's rod, Dirk's dagger, Todd's tiger, Sam's schlong - good grief he was giving his friends' junk nicknames.
"Hey, Tiger!" Rick said putting his arm across Todd's shoulders, and touching his bare thigh with his waistband in the locker room.
"Tiger?"
"Yeah, I heard Chad refer to you as Tiger." Rick squeezed Todd pulling him closer and pressing his living jockstrap into him.
"Chad called me Tiger?" Todd asked. His mind immediately dredged up an erotic fantasy he had of grabbing Chad's bubble butt and burying his manhood deep between those butt cheeks.
Chad would never get that image out of his mind.
*GOOD, CHAD. YOU DIDN'T BLURT OUT ANYTHING. MOST OF THE GUYS HAVE EROTIC FANTASIES OF FUCKING OR BEING FUCKED OR HAVING A THREESOME WITH THE STAR QUARTERBACK. TODD'S A GOOD GUY. HE'S GOT A BIRTHDAY IN MAY, IF YOU'RE A GOOD JOCKSTRAP AND I DECIDE TO LET YOU BE HUMAN TO PLAY BASEBALL, IT MIGHT BE A NICE PRESENT FOR YOU TO GIVE TODD A BIRTHDAY PRESENT BY FULFILLING HIS FANTASY.* a laugh* OH, YEAH, I CAN READ YOUR SUBCONSCIOUS THOUGHTS TOO. JUST KEEP YOUR CONSCIOUS ONES QUIET AND YOU WON'T GET IN TROUBLE, JOCKO*
Chad thought *Chad* subconsciously.
*FOR NOW, CHAD, BUT SOON YOU WILL THINK OF YOURSELF ONLY AS RICK'S SPEEDO* thought Rick.