"So, Rick, uh, you got something for me to wear?" Chad asked as they walked from the pool house through the rose garden down to the tennis courts.
"Nobody can see into my yard. You should know that. And I'm the only one home. If you're going to wear clothes, you'll have to earn them. Now keep your lips tight, and follow my lead."
As the tennis court came into view, Chad could see the back of a man in a baseball uniform throwing pitches into a net.
"Wait, you said you were the only one-"
Rick turned and glared at Chad. He put his fingers to his lips gesturing that he zipped them shut. Chad got the message and stopped talking.
At the sound of the gate opening, Snake turned, and sneered, "Hey, Rick, what's with the naked guy?"
"He lost a bet. This is Chad, last year's pitcher. I thought he could help coach you. You got a good arm, but your aim sucks. I think Chad here can help. You don't mind him being naked, do you?"
"He looks a bit pale, so I don't care if he works on his tan. Think fast, naked guy," Snake said hurling a baseball at Chad.
"Yeow!" Chad yelped as he snagged the ball with his bare right hand as it flew over his head. He dropped the ball into his left hand, and stared at his throbbing red right hand.
"See I told you he's got the power, but needs to learn control. That's where you come in, Chad.:
Suddenly, Snake slapped his forehead, and said, "Chad? You're the quarterback who threw those long passes straight to Rick when he scored all those touchdowns. Now I remember."
Chad suddenly understood why Rick hadn't let him be human. While he was a Speedo, out of sight, out of mind, people may have forgotten the quarterback, but they remembered winning the championship. So the receivers who made the touchdowns became the stars of the game. Without Chad, Rick was the football star.
If he wanted to stay human, he'd best play along.
"Okay, Snake, why don't we start with some warm up exercises," Chad said.
Rick poured himself some lemonade, and watched while they interacted. At lay back on the chaise lounge that he'd had brought down from the pool area, and dozed in the hot sun.
A couple hours later, Rick woke. He checked on their progress. He sighed, "Well, the aim is a little better, but I know it can be even better. Time to suit up, jock boy."
Chad's jaw dropped, just a second before he became very pale and very small and dropped to the ground. He was a jockstrap.
"Put him on, Snake!"
"That guy turned into a jockstrap? You're putting me on," said Snske.
"No, you're putting him on. Now, Snake," said Rick firmly. The purple light flickering in Rick's eyes compelled Snake to speedily lose his baseball shoes, pants and jockstrap. He grabbed Chad, and pulled him on.
"Whoa! It really is Chad. Whoa, I can see into his mind. This is surreal."
"Good, now use your jock to focus your aim. Throw the ball," Rick ordered.
"Maybe I should put my pants back on first?" Snake said uncertainly.
"Throw the ball!"
Snake threw the ball. It hit the target painted on the net dead center. Snake laughed. He grabbed the next ball. Ball after ball hit the target dead on. Snake was thrilled.
"See you just needed the right jock to coach you. Now I've got a star pitcher with the strength and power of Snake, and the accuracy of Chad," Rick said happily, "keep practicing. "
"What happens when I take it him off?"
"Oh, that's up to you. He's yours now. He can stay a jockstrap or become human if you like. Oh, and when you need a break from pitching, Chad can be your relief pitcher. Just go to the locker room, take him off and tell him to suit up. He can pitch until you're rested, then after the game, Chad will service the every cock in the locker room that wants attention. Then you can hang him in your locker, wear him home, or let him walk home with you. It's your call. He's your property now, Snake."
"Uh, Chad thinks you made him disappear so he wouldn't be the star of the championship football team, and you would. I don't need to worry about being a star baseball player do I?"
"Nah. I'm a power hitter. You're just a pitcher, and you won't be pitching to me in games. I want you to be the star pitcher. I'm team captain, so I am going to demonstrate my leadership skills by creating a team to win the championship. I wasn't captain of the football team."
He left unsaid that Chad was. Snake knew.
"Sweet. I can make this Chad do whatever I like?"
"I suppose," Rick shrugged, "just be sure to wear him to every game."