Rick had ignored cock-caged Chad all weekend. Though he silently admired Chad's pouting face in the batheoom mirror.He had Football last period, and headed to the locker room. Master sure made things tough. Rick had to keep the fact that Chad was now his cock caged penis a secret in the changing room. He frowned as he reached his locker. Rod whose locker was adjacent was naked, but was pulling on as Rick arrived.
"Hey, Rick, I can't believe we won the state championship, and coach is still making us do drills. Maybe you can get your buddy Chad to talk to him. I mean, Chad is coach's golden boy, and you and Chad are like joined at the hip," said Rod, while he pulled on his football gear.
Rick snickered, "Joined at the hip?" He looked down at his crotch, and added, "close enough, I guess." Rick dawdled setting his backpack on the bench, then in his locker.
"So will you get Chad to talk to the coach?" Rod said, "Say where's Chad anyway?"
"Uh, Chad's here. Last time I saw him, he was in his lucky jock," Rick replied truthfully. Of course, he omitted that he was wearing Chad's lucky jock, and that Chad was indeed inside his lucky jockstrap albeit he was Rick's dick.
Rick peeled off his shirt and put on his shoulder pads. He'd wait until Rod left to reveal that he was wearing Chad's jockstrap.
"Will you talk to Chad, Rick?"
"Oh. Yeah, I will. But I can't promise it will make a difference. I doubt coach would take Chad seriously now." He was visualizing Coach Sinclair bent over having a conversation with half hard Chad with precum oozing out of Chad's mouth.
"Huh? Chad's his golden boy. He -we won the championship. Why wouldn't he take Chad seriously?"