Chad was terrified. He really was afraid of Coach Martinez. He had to.escape.Chad struggled and squirmed, and.managed to worm his way out of Vinnie's trouser pocket. He was Vinnie re-enter the locker room. Coach Martinez wasn't there. He turned to go to class, Chad kept inching his way out. Gravity finished the job, and the silver thong lay on the locker room floor. Chad struggled.to move. He moved slower than a snail, but he slowly managed to get under a.bench. Would Vinnie's spell wear off? Was he stuck this way forever? At least.He escaped his fate to be Coach Martinez ' dance thong. Several pairs.of sneakers walked by. Then a.gloved.hand grabbed Chad. He was wadded up in a ball inside the palm of the rubber glove. Who?!!
Chad tried in vain to.communicate. The gloves prevented.skin to.skin.contact.
A door.opened and.closed. Chad felt his.world.shift. The gloved.hands unsquished him. He dangled between the gloved hands. A nose sniffed him.
"Ah, relatively clean, just a.slight young musky scent. This will be perfect.for.my show Saturday," said a masculine voice . It sounded familiar. The hands shifted Chad , h is pouch had faced the door, now he was.face.to.face.with Coach.Martinez! No!
The coach's eyes lit up, when he recognized the face imprinted o n the pouch.
"Must be Chad's. I gotta try it on now!"
Martinez set Chad on his desk, and started to.disrobe. Chad was in a total panic. He wiggled, wriggled, and inched his way over.The edge.of.The desk. Naked except for.his.gloves, the coach picked the thong up.off the floor. He put one foot through the waistband ,then the other. Then he pulled the thong up and on. A torrent of Chad's thoughts overwhelmed him. Coach Martinez fell backwards into his desk chair. He was stunned by the realization that he was wearing a student. No, former.student, he thought and grinned. Of all the students to end up cradling his.cock.and balls it had to be Chad. He immediately started.to masturbate. Chad sobbed, pleaded, begged, threatened - but he was only a thong now, Coach Martinez was.in control. An hour later, Martinez was slick with sweat, and his silver.pouch had absorbed three loads. The passing bell rang.
"Better get dressed. We'll pick this up.tonight Chad. Too bad about Standish and Flanders, they were assets.to their teams. Oh, well, I'll have to thank Vinnie for.whatever.he did to make you my thong. I'll give him tickets.to.The show."
Coach hurried dressed, and headed out to the field.