Matt knew there were only a couple hours left, but it was hard to tell how much time was passing under Nick's clothing. Matt could hear, smell, taste and sense some of some of Nick's thoughts, but after dressing, Nick pretty much treated Matt just like he was only an article of clothing.
Nick apparently heard Matt's complaining thought. He laughed, and thought back, "And you called me a dumb jock! As long as I wear you that's all you are, a jock. Now work on the dumb part, all your chit chat is distracting. I sometimes get lucky at lunch, and score a nooner with the student cashier. She's hot, and well-" Matt suddenly got a blast of steamy hot sex in the form of memory Nick shared. It was punctuated by a healthy burst of precum. Matt was silent.
Nick ate way too many fish, asparagus and bean tacos. At least based on his farts, and the taste of his green piss that afternoon.
The rendezvous with the cashier never happened. Matt assumed it was her day off. He had hoped Nick would have sex, as he expected Nick would take him off for that.
He was sure the timer on the Chronovac had rundown, but he was still Nick's living jockstrap. He was trying to figure out what went wrong.
"Nothing went wrong, dip shit, crotch hugger," Nick said shaking his head, "Didn't you read the Chronovac contract before signing up?"
"Well, it was only temporary, just supposed to be for a few hours," whined Matt acknowledging that he should have read it.
"Well, when you select inanimate to be worn, you can specify what you are, who wears you, and for how long. You picked random, 4 hours and while being worn. So when I took you off after 45 minutes, you weren't being worn so you reverted to your human form, and I could summon you for up to 3 hours and 15 minutes to wear you, but you remain my jockstrap regardless of the time, as long as I wear you. I figure if you enjoy it, you'll sign up for more time as my crotch jockey.
"You know most guys like you end up going 24/7 jockstrap. But hey, I'm a versatile guy, so I'll email you the types of underwear and swimwear that I wear besides jockstrap, if you want to mix it up a bit. Now what's your email. Ah, yes mattmattmatt123@- uh-huh."
Wait, thought Matt, how did you get my email address? I didn't tell you.
"Dude, until I take you off, I own you. I just emailed you my Amazon wish list. Hey, you've got an Amazon account, right?"
What-
Matt felt his Amazon password be accessed.
"Mankini might not get a lot of wear, but when I wore you you would be wrapped around my junk, across my nips and over my shoulders. Then there are bikinis, briefs, boxers, boxer briefs, long underwear, and some kinky things you might not consider underwear. Maybe I should order you some, so you can try them out?"
"No," pleaded Matt, "I don't need any underwear. I don't want to be underwear. This is all a big mistake! Please don't- gaah!"
"Aw, that saying no when you really mean yes, sure gets me off. Now I'm hard again. Okay, I'll play your little game."
"Nuh gum!"
Nick jerked off, managing to soak Matt with a full load.
As Nick's cock softened, he could make out the slurred string of insults and curses Matt was projecting at him: "fuhwad, uhol, you bastard, when I'm human again, I'm going tuh- uh, nuh, na-gan!
"Matt, you know just what to say to make me hard. You're just lucky that I'm such a horn dog, and my girlfriend has been away for uh, too long," Nick started jerking again.
He spent the whole day at Matt's wearing Matt and jerking off into him.
Monday morning, Nick woke up to his alarm going off. He cursed. He wasn't home. So it would take longer to get to class. He peeled off Matt, and left the tangled mass of cotton and spandex on the floor next to Matt's bed, and went into Matt's bathroom to shower.
Matt lay there wondering why he wasn't human yet. He concentrated on being human. He sure didn't want to spend the rest of his life as Nick's jockstrap. Or did he?