Chad heard Rick's booming voice, "That's right put your clothes in one of these bags and write your name on your bag, and stow it on one of the shelves over there. When your naked, you proceed through there, grab a new jockstrap, it's yours to keep. Then party, party, party!"
There were other hands grabbing bits of fabric out of Chad's bin before the hand holding him snatched him up. Chad was already freaking when he realized he was going to Rick's Jock Party after all, only not as a guest, but as a jockstrap. Yikes, he had assumed Rick would wear him, but as the guy stopped to put Chad on recognized that the big burly guy about to put him on was the captain of the Edgar Allen Poe High School Ravens. The guy was the lineman who tackled Chad a dozen times in their last game. He weighed over 300 lbs and was hung like an ox, and he was going to wear Chad.
Correction, Chad thought in horror. Dan Tanner was wearing him! Snap. The waistband was a tight fit, and Chad felt like he swallowed an elephant with his entire pouch body stretching to accommodate Dan's swelling manhood. Ow, his arms and legs ached as they were the elastic straps stretched around Dan's huge waist and thighs.
"Hey, Rick, thanks for inviting me and my team to your party," Dan said, as Rick rushed by to check on the drinks.
"Huh? Oh, yeah. Hey, you Ravens gave us a run for the trophy, you deserve to be at this jock party," Rick said being as cordial as he could. He was getting $50 a head, and the wholesale jockstraps were only $3.50 each. The booze and snacks he budgeted at $20 a head on average, though Dan might be able to drink $30-35. Rick expected to make about 3 grand off his party.
"So is your qb Chad around, I kind of owe him an apology for the way I tackled him last season."
"Chad? He isn't here yet, at least I haven't seen him. Bruno is working the door, I was just filling in while he took a bathroom break. So he might have come in earlier. Why should you apologize, your job was tackling?"
"Yeah, but I made sure that my crotch ended up in his face each time, and I hadn't washed that jockstrap all season," he snickered, "Just wanted to tell Chad nothing personal. Oh, thanks for the jockstrap, it is a lot more comfortable than the one I've got for soccer. I think it will be my new jock this season."
"You won't be washing it all season? How long is soccer season?"
"Won't be washing it, won't be taking it off except to use the bathroom. And Soccer Season is until May - end of school year, if we make finals."
"Ew! Your jock will be super ripe, and probably stiff as cardboard by then. Glad I'm not on soccer team."
"Is Chad on the soccer team?" Dan asked.
Rick's eyes were focused on Dan's jockstrap. He shrugged, "Dunno. I gotta check on drinks, enjoy the party, Dan."