"Oh, damn!" Nick cursed. He was standing in the locker room holding his broken jockstrap. Coach wouldn't let him on the field without a jockstrap. He needed one fast, but he wasn't about to take one from the lost and found bin. He brightened up as he remembered his Chronivac App. He owed his football scholarship to that app, and he remembered reading about guys who wanted to be used as clothing.
First, Nick opened the app. Then he selected the style jockstrap and size he wanted. Two dozen thumbnail headshots filled the screen. They were ranked by time willing to be worn, there were 10 pages of guys who either wanted to be or were willing to be a jockstrap. If he skipped ahead, he could probably find someone who wanted to be a jockstrap permanently. But he only needed somebody for an hour or so today. He scrolled past the hour or less crowd on the first page, and his gaze froze on Matt.
"No fucking way! Four hours, Matt whatshisface. That fucking grad student TA threatened to flunk me last semester. Now he wants to be my athletic supporter? Hell, yes!" Nick said selecting Matt to be his jockstrap, Nick checked the boxes "while being worn", and "when needed."
Matt felt dizzy. He had never experienced vertigo before, but he was sure this was it. All the air was knocked out of him. He was falling. He felt so empty inside. Suddenly, he wasn't empty. He let out a silent shriek as he materialized around Nick's waist with Nick's sweaty cock and balls.
"Sweet, thanks for the assist, Matt," laughed Nick patting his swelling bulge.
Matt was disoriented, but he recognized the college mascot painted on the locker room wall. Damn, that voice! He was that dumb jock Nick's jockstrap! If he had failed that jock last semester, he wouldn't be in the position.
"Right you wouldn't be my jockstrap, you'd something a lot worse. Prolly, if I got expelled, and found you on my app I'd've turned you into a toilet paper roll, used you, flushed and left you to be used at the big rest stop on Route 66. Now shut up, and play dumb, jockstrap. I gotta move, or coach will make me run laps."
Nick did run laps. Matt was drenched with sweat, precum, and a few drops of piss from after Nick used the locker room urinal after practice. Matt was sore from all the movements that Nick had made in the last 45 minutes. Matt was relieved when Nick took him off. He expected to end up in the locker for the remaining time, but instead he found himself back in his room with his head between his knees vomiting in his waste basket. He looked up at the Chronivac, he read, "Subject One: Jockstrap For User: Nick23. Duration remaining 3 hours, 14 minutes, 16 seconds. On call."
"No!" Matt gasped.
Just then his cell phone rang. Caller ID said it was Nick.