I had lost track of time. One day, my dad and brother came over for a visit. They and the Corcoran's talked but I didn't know what they were talking about. Then they put me on the patio out back and gathered around me. I finally saw their pool and just then I felt magic sweep over me. I was no longer a trophy and all the pent up sexual arousal I'd been experiencing made me shoot a load of cum onto their patio right in front of everyone. Everyone cheered and Dad said, "Welcome back. Jock Season is over."
I was so used to being a trophy though that I didn't react when Nick cleaned my cum off of me. I just stood there naked and dribbling while we talked. Dad had brought clothes for me but there was no rush to put them on since everyone had seen me naked anyway. I was to just get cleaned up first.
They had a barbecue set up and they brought me a hamburger and potato salad. I was the center of attention as everyone wanted to hear how I felt about it all.
I mostly felt confused. I felt proud and ashamed at the same time. I felt pleasure and discomfort. I felt bored and relaxed. So mostly I just said, "It was okay."
After I was cleaned up, they took me inside to show me pictures. The Corcorans had put my pictures in their family album. There was one of me after I'd first been bagged with Nick's foot on my side. There was one of the time my genitals had been enlarged. There was one of me at the ski resort. There was one of me being used to teach Nick how to shave. All of them were with me naked.
Mr. Corcoran said, "You've been such a part of our home that I'm going to miss seeing you standing in the living room. You're always welcome to come stand in our living room anytime."
I kind of felt like I was part of the home. I was furniture but it felt like I belonged here.
Dad also had some pictures including the picture that would become our Christmas Card.
Finally it was time to put some clothes on and go home.
*****
The local hunting lodge offered deals for trophies. For every hour we voluntarily spent as a trophy, we got a free hour to use the rec center to help us stay fit. If we wanted to avoid getting captured next hunting season, we took advantage of that deal.
When Jared told me about the deal, he said, "Once a trophy, always a trophy. They'll do whatever they can to keep us on display. You might as well get used to it."
So within a week, I was standing naked once again on display at the hunting lodge. Jared was there as well as two I knew as "Samson" and "Lucas" but still wasn't sure of their real names. Altogether, I heard there were a hundred jocks that took turns as trophies at the hunting lodge, anything we could do to prepare for next season.
I was even a trophy for a wedding. The bride and groom wanted the hunting lodge decorated with sixteen naked jock trophies. Seemed tacky to me but there I was on full display.
The hunting lodge also offered classes and physical trainers but they were expensive. Dan Andrade could afford them but I could not.
*****
There was a cafe between the hunting lodge and the rec center. Because of its location, it specialized in healthy snacks, both the snacks jocks used to keep fit and the snacks that hunters used while hunting. I couldn't afford to eat there but had managed to save up some money to buy something.
I looked forward to a healthy snack finally to eat after I finished my hour as a trophy and headed to the rec center. They had me posed bent backwards straining my muscles like I was jumping over a high bar. This pose though thrust my hips and genitals out much more than usual.
While in this pose I overheard Dan Andrade say, "Not him. He got bagged by a twelve year old. He's just a kiddie trophy."
My heart sank as I knew he was talking about me.
Mr. Ferguson came by and didn't hesitate to fondle my cock as he spoke to me. "Don't worry about what Dan said. It was your first time. I know you can't afford the classes or anything else you need and will probably wind up caught again but I'm here to help. I'll sponsor you and pay for your classes and physical training. All you have to do is be my personal trophy."
This was a common practice that wealthy hunters would sponsor jocks. The jocks would have to spend some time as trophies but in exchange, get their training paid for. Sponsored jocks often did better at not getting caught.
But I knew that being sponsored by Mr. Ferguson would mean spending time as just my cock on a plaque. Although this thought aroused me, I didn't want to be just my cock on a plaque but if I didn't accept his sponsorship, I'd probably be caught by him or by someone worse.
When I was finally free and on my way to the rec center, I saw Billy and ran to him in desperation. "Will you please sponsor me?"
Billy said, "I can't afford to."
I said, "Get the Corcoran's to pitch in. My family might also pitch in. Get the money somehow and I'll be your dancing robot." I danced with Billy.