I began to realize that the Corcorans were financial better off than I expected. I figured since they lived in the same neighborhood as I that they were about the same financial level but they indulged in more luxury. I never saw their swimming pool but Jase came over frequently to swim in the pool with Nick. The boys even skinny dipped. Jase used to seem shy around me but because I was a trophy, Jase didn't care what I saw.
That was one thing about being a trophy. People forgot I was human and I overheard many things that people would normally not share with me. I didn't hear anything like passwords or codes but I saw the Corcorans get intimate in front of me forgetting that I could see everything. And I overhead them regularly handling huge amounts of money. I wondered why they didn't move to a mansion but it was like the idea never occurred to them.
Nick cleaned me up but told his dad, "He's my trophy. I should be able to decorate him however I like."
Mr. Corcoran answered, "He is your trophy and to a point, yes you may decorate him but that was vulgar. It's fortunate that only Billy saw it. You don't decorate any of your other trophies?"
Nick said, "There's not much I can do with metal cups."
I was back to normal. At least normal for a trophy. As time went on, I felt more aroused. I didn't show it because I couldn't get an erection unless Nick gave me one but I couldn't get any release either. So out of boredom and a desire to get out, I started fantasizing about sex. It wasn't all I fantasized about but being a naked plaything brought sexual ideas to my attention. It didn't feel like blue balls. It just felt like never ending arousal.
I wondered how the magic worked since my biological functions stopped. I didn't breathe or eat. I could see, hear, and feel but couldn't move, not even my eyes. And I felt aroused. I never felt tired. I think I slept sometimes but I couldn't close my eyes. My eyes never felt tired or dry.
Jase told my dad where I was and my dad came by to visit. Mr. Corcoran let him in and they talked about me.
Dad said, "He seems well. Can he talk."
Mr. Corcoran said, "Nick's not home so no."
Dad said, "I'm always told that they're happy to be trophies but I can't help but wonder if they get bored."
Mr. Corcoran said, "I wonder that too. I've tried to remember what it was like when I was a trophy but I can't remember. Maybe you can give him some advice about dealing with the boredom."
Dad said, "I don't remember my time as a trophy either. I don't know anyone who remembers being a trophy. It must have been okay though. If it was a bad experience I'd remember something wouldn't I."
Mr. Corcoran said, "Maybe. I guess so. Still I may have something that will help. My family will be going on a ski trip in a couple of weeks. We could let our house sitter Billy look after the trophy while we are gone but Nick asked if we could bring the trophy with us."
Dad said, "That would be wonderful. He loves to ski."
Mr. Corcoran said, "Well he wouldn't be skiing. It would be ridiculous for a trophy to ski. But he could stand by a warm fireplace. It would be a change of scenery at least."
Dad said, "Considering what he's missing out on, I wonder if he feels honored. I feel proud that he was selected to be a jock. It is a great honor but does he feel honored."
Mr. Corcoran said, "He's supposed to but it might help if you gave him some encouraging words."
Dad put his hands on my shoulders and looked into my eyes, "I'm proud of you son. You make an excellent trophy. You look so good standing there. You should feel proud of yourself. I want some pictures so I can show him off."
Mr. Corcoran said, "Sure, I've got some photos already on my computer and I have a camera. We can take some pictures and I'll print off copies of whichever ones you want."
So my dad went with Mr. Corcoran to his office to look at pictures of me naked.