Kurt sauntered out of the coach's office. He kept adjusting his crotch. He wanted the pouch to be tighter. It was a new jockstrap, he thought, so it hasn't absorbed any luck or sweat yet. Maybe he should try shrinking it. Coach said hot water, hm?
Kurt headed for the whirlpool tub.
"Yo , Kurt, why are you wearing a jockstrap in the hot tub?"
" New jockstrap is a bit loose. Coach said hot water would shrink it to fit. "
"Haha, well hot water should shrink it, but it needs to be a lot hotter than this. Throw it in your washing machine set it for whites and not water."
Kurt shrugged and said thanks. Then he headed to the sauna to dry out.
Jeff was freaking. Kurt never washed his jockstraps. Jeff would reek. He'd been plunged into rose colored view of the world when Kurt pulled back on his red wrestling singlet as he left the coach's office. He stripped at his locker down to his jockstrap but he didn't take Jeff off. Kurt kept tugging at his crotch, the pouch was so roomy. He was hard by the time he reached the whirlpool tub. He climbed in. Jeff was sure he'd drown.After a few moments Jeff realized he wasn't drowning,he wasn't even breathing. He sure could still, feel, taste and smell. The road of the jets blocked his sense of hearing. Kurt's hand wrapped around his hard cock in his pouch and began jerking off. Jeff was screaming to high heaven. A whole fucking season of Kurt. Fifteen minutes was already hell.
After Kurt blew his load,he pissed. Jeff gagged and wanted to vomit, but he couldn't. Kurt had marked Jeff as his property. Jeff had used the whirlpool tub a few times in the past. The white foaming bubbles on top concealed everything below the surface. He wondered how many guys had pissed and cum in that tub? He felt sick.
Kurt got out of the tub dripping. He switched it off, and proceed still dripping toward the sauna.
"Wanna towel, Kurt?" Andy called from the towel cage .
"Not now, but thanks!"
Kurt lay down on the wooden bench and let the heat dry him and Jeff. Jeff felt that Kurt was baking his sweat, cum, and piss into Jeff. He tried to think of a way to escape,but there was no escape. He was Kurt's jockstrap for wrestling season. His mind began to accept that and to try to make the best of the situation.
Kurt didn't shower. He just dressed in his street clothes a d bicycles home wearing Jeff under his blue jeans. Jeff was totally in the dark. He cursed his new life and tried to tell himself it could be worse. He could've ended up the football team's MVP's jockstrap. They bronzed it before the last game of their season. If Jeff was sealed in bronze, he might stay a trophy forever. Or maybe he would transform into a bronze statue at the end of the season . Whatever happened, he would be human in aafew months.
Kurt unlocked the backdoor, and entered his home. He filled the pot his mother used to make spaghetti with water and put it on the stove. He made a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and then stripped down to jockstrap, sat down and started to eat. A big glob of grape jelly splattered on his pouch.
"Good thing, I took my jeans off, they'd have stained."
Stained! Would this grape goo stain him? Would he have a purple birthmark on his face when he changed back?
The sound of boiling water interrupted that train of thought. Jeff was tossed in the boiling pot of water. He screamed, but Kurt was oblivious.