Chad’s eyes were transfixed on Ryerson’s thick hard cock, his Coach standing right over him. The jockstrap that had caused all this was pulled down to hang just above Ryerson’s knees. Chad stumbled to his feet, recoiling from Ryerson as fast as he could until he slammed into the lockers behind him. His eyes darted around the room, looking for the exit door; he wondered if he would be able to get away if he made a run for it.
“You look a little nervous, Richardson,” Ryerson laughed with a cocky grin. He strutted towards his student, continuing to jerk himself.
“Coach, please,” Chad begged, cowering against the lockers. He felt as if he was on the verge of tears, the events of the last several moments being too much for him to bear.
Ryerson now stood directly in front of Chad, their naked bodies only inches apart. Ryerson kicked the jockstrap down his legs and slid it off, reaching out and placing it in Chad’s hands.
“Do you want to try it on?” Ryerson asked.
Despite everything he’d just seen, Chad wanted nothing more in that moment then to slide the jockstrap up his legs and around his crotch. He inhaled deeply, breathing in the scent of Ryerson’s cum that was still dripping from the fabric. He wanted to feel powerful, be powerful, and he knew this jockstrap could do that for him. Would it really be so bad to become Coach Ryerson? Derrick had panicked during his change, but he seemed happy as Coach now. Chad took another look at Ryerson’s awe-inspiring member; it was by far the largest dick he’d ever seen in his life. If he put on the jockstrap, Chad’s cock would become just as long and thick as Coach’s. He could feel himself starting to harden, thoughts of becoming Coach turning him on.
A sudden moment of clarity struck Chad, breaking him from his trance. The jockstrap in his hands was evil. Derrick was gone, his life taken away from what this jock had done to him. With every ounce of his freewill that he had, Chad threw the jockstrap across the locker room. A feeling of relief swelled within him as soon as the material left his grip.
“No!” Chad shouted defiantly, running for the door.
He had caught Ryerson by surprise, as Coach hadn’t predicted that anyone would be able to resist the magic of the jockstrap. Chad dropped his shoulder and braced for impact, colliding directly with Ryerson’s chest as he tried to escape. Chad was slimmer, shorter and weighed considerably less than Ryerson, but Ryerson hadn’t been expecting the attack and was caught off guard. Chad’s tackle sent Coach tumbling down, the older man unable to regain his balance as he crashed to the locker room floor.
Chad knew that Ryerson would be right behind him; every second counted. He pushed open the locker room door and slammed it shut behind him, finding himself back in the main area of the athletic center. He scanned the room quickly, looking for anything that he could use as a barricade, settling on a pair of 100 pound dumbbells he stacked up against the locker room door.
“That won’t hold him long,” Chad muttered to himself, sprinting across the gym towards the exit. He was trying to stay calm and rational, but could feel his desperation rising. If Ryerson caught up to him, he was a dead man. It had taken all of Chad’s willpower to resist the temptation of the jockstrap’s spell; he knew we wouldn’t be able to do it again.
Chad burst through the gym door connecting to the school’s hallway, bumping directly into Coach Travis in the process. Travis had been carrying a stack of papers under his arm that went soaring into the air like confetti.
“Chad? Where the hell are you running off to in such a hurry?” Travis scowled, crossing his arms in annoyance. Travis’ eyes widened as he quickly noticed Chad’s lack of clothes. “You can’t be running around the school naked, Chad! Are you crazy?”
In all of the excitement, Chad had almost forgotten he was naked. In any other situation he would have likely died of embarrassment, but it barely mattered to him now all things considered. He nervously looked over his shoulder, contemplating what to do. He wanted to warn Coach Travis about Ryerson, but he would sound like a lunatic and Ryerson would be showing up any second now. Did he focus on his own escape and leave Coach Travis to fend for himself? He didn’t know if he could live with himself if he left Travis behind and Ryerson got him.
Chad needed to make a decision quickly.