Chad screamed himself hoarse cursing McElroy's stinky balls, which smelled worse and worse as practice continued. Chad's fury turned to relief when Matt returned to the locker room.
Okay, Matt, fun's fun, but now you've had your disgusting joke. Take me off and change me back. McElroy? Damn, he can't hear me!
The Rico asked his question, and Matt answered.
Oh, he'll no! Chad's fury returned with a vengeance. No way was he spending the three day weekend as Matt's athletic cup. He tried to scream, to move, to escape, but he was an inanimate athletic supporter cup, albeit a fully conscious and aware one.
Chad stopped cursing realizing the futility as Matt pedaled home on his bicycle. The gentle rocking movement unexpectedly lulled Chad to sleep.
It was dark and warm, and everything smelled normal, thought Chad when he woke up. It must've been a dream? Dream? Nightmare! His head was under the covers. He tried to move he couldn't. Then his whole world lurched sideways, but he remained in the dark.
"Homework is done, now just one thing to do before bed," boomed Matt's happy voice.
No, no, no. It wasn't a dream. Chad realized he didn't notice Matt's funk anymore. He was used to his stench. By Tuesday Chad would miss Matt's stinky balls? No way. That was obviously Matt's plan.
Matt reached inside his jock and pulled Chad out. The dark windows indicated it was night. He set the cup on a table. Pulled out a marking pen. Then he drew a sword carefully on his cup. He turned on a halogen desk lamp and lowered the bulb over the cup to speed drying. He shuffled some books and papers,, then returned. He tested the ink. "Good it's dry ."
then Matt flipped Chad over and with his best calligraphy inscribed "McElroy's CUP" inside. Then he put the lamp over it again. This time Chad could hear a shower running.
Matt dried off, put the cup back in his dirty jockstrap and went to bed. Chad stared at the buff hairy soccer giant. Giant Matt's cock and balls swing invitingly , as he moved to put on the jockstrap and then tuck Chad into the right pouch.
Chad should have been happy that Matt showered and now has an overpowering Ace scent going. But he wasn 't. At leas t the jockstrap retained some of Matt's natural scent. Chad didn't know whether Matt normally slept in the nude or in his underwear. Tonight he slept in his jockstrap and cup. He turned out the.light, and remarked to himself, "Coach is right, wear.something long enough and it feels natural."
Chad groused , Matt had forgotten about him.
Matt yawned and rolled over on his side. He suddenly sat up, peeled back his bedding, and pulled his cup halfway out of his supporter.
Matt tapped the cup, and said, "Goodnight, Chad! Hope you're as comfortable being worn as I am wearing you. Maybe I'll wear you all week." He laughed and went to sleep.
Chad lay in the dark inhaling Matt's scent and lamenting his list humanity.