The men continued to stare at the naked Ryerson and the piece of black cloth slowly unfurling in his hand for a beat longer. Chad remembered how good it felt to hold it, how awesome it made him feel just to imagine putting it on. Never before in his life did he put so much thought and even obsession into whatever underwear he would wear. There mere thought of it was starting to make him hard. He turned to Travis who was looking at the article of clothing himself, more perplexed than anything. Chad pivoted his body just a little so as not to draw attention to his stiffening dick. He ran his hand down to his crotch. Even the lightest touch to himself was causing him to shiver. His dick jumped. "That fuckin' jockstrap!" Chad thought to himself. "What the fuck is it doing to me?"
A moment of clarity hit Chad again. Just looking at it made him obsessed, and he figured that whatever enchanting intoxication it held, it was doing the same to Travis.
"That fuckin thing killed Derrick," Chad said, the tone in his voice trying to be as reasonable as possible. "It does something to you, Coach. Derrick stepped on it when we were on our way to the showers, and, he just became fixated on it. He became -- he became . . ."
Despite spending most of his life around athletics, Travis was not the stereotypical dumb jock. A double major in college while also being the team's star wide receiver, Travis took the State university's team to conference championships all three years he was on the starting offense. Chad hoped that he could get through to him by explaining. He was only able to withhold the power of the jockstrap's intoxication once, but he figured if he tried to explain to Travis, he would believe him.
Travis stepped toward the Coach's hand and lifted his left foot and scraped it right across the jockstrap, kicking it out of the coach's hand causing it to sail a good 40 yards across the gym to the other side. Despite being made of cloth, Travis's aim and strength was enough to cause the jockstrap to get out of the way of the men and over to the other side of the gym.
Immediately, both men felt their full faculties come back to their head. Travis made the right call, he reasoned. He felt like himself again immediately.
"Umm, ugh," Ryerson whined while still partially knocked out, rolling from his back over to his side.
Travis looked around the gym for a moment and then tapped Chad on the shoulder. "Grab that first aid kit over there," he ordered, pointing to the large red bag hanging on the wall by the gym doors. "There's industrial strength tape in there."
Chad ran over to the bag and carried it back to Travis. The two of them opened it and found a couple of supplies, including some zip ties that Chad wasn't expecting. "Hand those to me," Travis ordered and he took them and tied the coach's hands behind his back and then took two ties and locked his feet together at the ankles.
Ryerson rolled onto his stomach and pivoted his head to his side, opening and closing his eyes for a moment to get his bearings.
"We gotta call the police," Travis said. "Where is Derrick?" he asked, "we should get him an ambulance if he needs one."
Chad gulped, he needed to give Travis the full story before any authorities showed up. And they needed a safe place to put the jockstrap before someone else discovered it.