Chad was drenched in sweat, when Rod finally entered the locker room. Rod felt like he had his best workout ever. He rinsed off in the shower, and headed straight for the sauna.
Rod knew deep down that he was just wearing a too small jockstrap that he found in the locker room. But he was fixated on the jockstrap really being Chad. It was an impossible fantasy, but it felt so real. It felt so wrong and it felt so right. Chad was his bud, it was wrong to obsess about fucking the super stud into Rod's own personal pussy boy. Obsessing on an inanimate jockstrap by pretending it was Chad was okay because it wasn't real.
He had gotten drunk with Rick and Bruno the night before. The memories flooded back. He had confessed his fantasy of burying his cock inside Chad. Of course, he would never consider really doing it, it was just his fantasy. He was relieved they didn't freak, instead they told him that his fairy god brothers would make his fantasies come true. The next day, that is today just after school, Rick and Bruno gave Rod a "special" joint to help his dreams come true.
Rod was sure that the joint was altering his perceptions, and that Chad wasn't really his jockstrap, but that fact that he was perceiving his jockstrap as If it really were Chad was so hot, he wanted it to last forever.
Chad was dumbfounded. He was now sure that Rod hadn't done this to him, but that didn't mean that Rod would help him. Apparently, having Chad as his living jockstrap was Rod's weird sexual fantasy. It would seem that Bruno and Rick had found out about Rod's fantasy, and the bastards had made Rod's fantasy a reality. Somehow they had changed their buddy from 185 lb muscled stud into a 3 ounce piece of elasticized fabric.
Then Chad had another realization, the longer Rod wore Chad, the more Chad liked being worn by Rod. The thought of being an empty jockstrap without a warm cock and balls filling him repulsed Chad more than being a human with a guy's manhood stuffed inside him. Oh, gawd, they were turning him gay or worse.
When he changed back would he beg Rod to put his cock inside him? Or worse, when Chad changed back would he want any cock and balls to fill him? Would he be a cock slut?
Rod patted his crotch, saying, "don't worry, Chad, I'll never take you off. You'll never be anyone else's cock slut."
Oh, no, Rod heard him. Chad was doomed to be Rod's jockstrap forever. Forever? Unless, Rick and Bruno broke whatever spell they cast. Would they? Could they? Wait. People would notice Chad was missing. They would look for him, but would they check jockstrap to see if someone was wearing him? Nah. Well, would his teammates do if he just disappeared. Uh, oh, no. Last year's MVP Mitch had disappeared after the season ended. That was when Bruno started wearing his Speedo 24/7. Was Mitch Bruno's Speedo?
"Oh, wow! Mitch is Bruno's Speedo? And Chad is my jockstrap! The thought is making me horny," Rod said as he grabbed his pouch and started jerking.
Chad gagged and gulped as Rod's hot semen exploded inside him, and permeated his very being. Chad was horrified to discover he was super absorbent.
"Hm, I wonder who Rick is wearing, and what it is?" Rod wondered aloud before dozing off.