Coach sighed, "Well, as long as we have to wait." Then he went back out to his car, opened the trunk, and fished out an old Speedo.
"Heh, heh. Chad, meet Erik. He was Karen's last boyfriend. The quarterback at State who went missing in October, remember?" Coach said putting the Speedo on over his ultimate jockstrap. "Some might consider going from a Speedo to swim jockstrap a demotion. But since my training of Erik involved ripping his liner out, you seem the perfect match for him."
*oooooh, thank you, Master Sinclair, thank you for wearing me again. It's been so lonely lying in your trunk for days or was it weeks or months? I worship you, Master.* thoughts gushed out of the Speedo. *oooh, thank you master, you replaced my liner. I feel whole again. I'm so hungry may I?*
Chad was gobsmacked. The coach turned other guys into Speedod too. Hey, replacement liner?
*Fuck no. I'm no Speedo's replacement liner!* Chad shrieked.
"You two boys get acquainted. Erik will show you, Chad, what you will become. Won't you, Etik?"
Erik seemed to be a quick study, as he replied, *oh, the stupid jock used to be a man? He is pretty chatty. Well, when I'm done with him he'll be jusr a dumb jock worshipping the great master Sinclair. It will be nothing more than a Speedo liner worshipping the great master Sinclair.*
*shut it, Erik. I'm no dumb jock. I'm Chad*
*my you are chatty. But I know just how to fix that* Immediately, the Speedo began contracting, stretching, twisting, tugging: moving on its own the Speedo massaged coach's crotch and the jockstrap pouch formerly known as Chad. The coach's manhood rose to attention.
*what d'ya mean formerly kno-gggaaaah!*
*Aw. Liner boy hasnt learned how to speak with its mouth full.*
Coach chuckled. He closed the trunk and walked back toward the bar from his car.
*gggaaaah mfkugh*
"AAAAAaaaaaah!" Coach Sinclair paused and moaned as he blew his load.
*yuck- ptui!* Chad spat mentally as the cock inside him shrank.
*bad liner boy! * chastised Eric the Speedo. *you should say, "Thank you glorious Master Sinclair for sharing the delicious seed of your loins with a dumb jock*
*fuck you, Speedoboy, and fuck the coach*
*tch, tch, liner boy is either really hungry or it needs to learn its place.*
"Maybe both," laughed Sinclair, "you two keep bonding while I get a beer."
He reentered the bar, and called out, "I'll have a Foster's while I wait."