It was mostly boring being a trophy. There were many long hours where I had to just stand there in an empty house. I could see the t.v. from where I was stood but the t.v. was rarely on. Even when anyone was home, they mostly ignored me. They'd clean me occasionally but that was it.
Unless they had company over. The dad invited his friends over to see the trophy his son bagged. The dad told the story of how his son got me. They'd look at me from time to time. Several of them held my cock as they were measuring the weight of my rack. But other than being cleaned, the only things I had to look forward to to break up the monotony was having strangers touch my cock while hearing about how I was captured.
The boy's friends were even worse. I finally learned that the boys name was Nick Corcoran. Nick liked to decorate me. He drew pictures all over me. His mom would make him wash the pictures off but then he'd draw more pictures. He especially liked to paint my genitals. I couldn't do anything to stop him. I just had to endure it.
When he invited his friends over, my little brother was one of his friends.
Jase, my little brother, teased, "My brother is a trophy. Ha ha." Then he spanked me hard. "That's for telling mom about the fireworks I found."
Then they started talking about my cock size, comparing it to the racks of other trophies they had seen and wondering if they would grow to match the size. Nick explained how his dad had told him he could study my genitals to learn about my anatomy. Then using the jock season magic, he made my genitals grow until they touched the floor.
After studying my anatomy for a while, they started decorating me. They drew pictures all over me and dressed me in odd clothing. Then they started taking funny pictures posing with me.
When they finally grew bored of me, they all left me standing there covered in paint and odd clothing while my genitals were as big as my legs. Just like that, I was left there to wait for whoever would come by next.