Reid entered, as Coach Sinclair pulled his pouch to the side to piss. Chad's face formed on the empty pouch.
"Hey, Sinclair, Mac said you were here. Wanna a three way with Stevie and me," Reid said yanking the leash to bring Stevie into view.
Chad balked. He knew Stevie! Stephen was Blake's middle name, and Blake was his 25 year old brother who had been estranged from the family for years. Blake was Stevie. There was his big brother hunched over naked at the end of a leash which was hooked to his pierced cock. Blake looked so frightened and cowed. What had they done to him?
"Or a four way? Looks like you have a new trainee," Reid said pointing at the face on his pouch.
"Oh. Yeah, that's Chad. I was thinking that Stevie might wear him for a few weeks to show him how to be a total bottom,"Sinclair said tucking his dripping penis back into his jockstrap pouch obliterating Chad's image.
"Chad your star quarterback? I heard he was quite the stud," Reid remarked.
"Yeah, was. Football season's over. Now Chad's going to be repurchased the same way Stevie was," Sinclair laughed.
"What's in it for me and Stevie?" Reid asked raising an eyebrow.
"Well, Stevie has lost a lot of muscle over the years. I figure Chad's workout routines can turn your twink back into a twunk," Sinclair said, and touching the side of his nose, he added, "and you owe me."
"Uh, huh. Well, Stevie could do with some beefing up, and Stevie, I bet you'd like to spend some time bonding with your jock brother?" Reid said. Stevie looked even more terrified now.
Chad had a really bad feeling, as Coach Sinclair jerked off a final load into his jockstrap before peeling it off and throwing it on the bathroom floor at Blake's feet. Chad realized Blake or Stevie as he was now called had a deep tan, but no tan lines. He must be naked almost all the time.
"Put it on, Stevie," Sinclair ordered.
Stevie looked down at Chad and then up at Master Reid. Reid nodded, then Stevie obeyed and put Chad on.
"Oh. Chad, don't expect your big brother to give you a welcome jerk off. Reid trained him, so he only cuts when a real man cock is inside him. After a few weeks, you'll be just like him," Sinclair said, "won't he, Reid?"
"Yeah, and by then Stevie will have tan lines," Reid remarked. Then he leaned into Stevie and whispered, "Boy, that strap stays on you until I order otherwise, understand. 24/7 you wear it. You pee wearing it, soaking the pouch with your urine. You cum in it when you are allowed to cum. You wear the jockstrap on the toilet when taking a dump. You wear it in the shower. You never take it off. You help your kid bro to be as good a slave boy as you are, or else Coach Sinclair will leave him as a jockstrap forever."
Chad felt Stevie's overwhelming terror, and total subservience to Reid and all real men, and his total love and worship of that big hairy middle aged man Reid. He believed every word Reid said with every fiber of his being. He was going to do his best to make Chad into the best slave boy it could be.
*I'm not an it. I'm a man, a real man. I am Chad.
Stevie smiled to himself. He thought back * you were a man now you're a Speedo. But all help you fulfill your new destiny. You'll be Master Sinclair's best boy ever!