Rod was a bit freaked, and superhard over his latest fantasy. He couldn't get the idea that his found jockstrap was really his team's star quarterback transformed. It didn't help that Chad wasn't at practice today. It was a common knowledge secret that the team Lothario had a rendezvous at the Field House.
But the fact that Chad was nowhere to be seen made the tiny possibility that Chad was really Rod's jockstrap more credible.
In fact, if Chad had been on the practice field things might have been worse. A couple months ago, Rod had seen a B movie about a white stud turned into a zombie slave with Voodoo. He dreamt of Chad as his Voodoo slave. The next day he had borrowed Chad's jockstrap and athletic socks. He had tied them into a crude ragdoll. He had jerked off into his Chad voodoo doll at least a hundred times since then.
Chad was uncomfortably and unceremoniously gagged, as his pouch form struggled to restrain Rod's swelling Rod. Chad's muffled words only seemed to fuel Rod's fantasy that Chad was his sex slave and were jockstrap. Chad became silent as he feared his fate if Rod ever believed he was really Chad. In the current version of Rod's fantasy as he ran laps with the rest of the team. Chad was running naked in front of Rod who was also naked. Coach shouted, "Jockstrap check. Not wearing a jock, run an extra lap." Rod ran faster, he grabbed Chad from behind shoving his cock between Chad's butt cheeks. Chad screamed and shrank into a jockstrap as the formerly naked giant ran. The feeling of grass on his bare feet, and powerlessness overwhelmed Chad and thrilled Rod.
After practice, Rod was a bit bummed that his jockstrap was silent. Prolly, that stuff he got from Rick had completely worn off. Still Rod was still horny for Chad. Jockstraps made good cum rags. This one must've absorbed a load or two precum from Rod's leaky cock during practice.
Wearing only the borrowed strap, Rod retired to the sauna. It was Friday, so most of the guys hurried home to dates or dinner. Rod lingered. When he was alone in the sauna, he peeled off his jockstrap and used it to jerk off.
Chad wasn't sure if he was in heaven or he'll. His skin contact with Rod meant he mentally shared Rod's orgasm, as the hot goo erupted and clogged his mesh being. Worse yet Rod's cum tasted fantastic. The skin connection worked both ways. Rod dipped his finger in the cum puddle and tasted it. Chad balked. It tasted like ambrosia to a jockstrap, but it tasted as bland as watery library paste on the human tongue.
Rod blinked. He was fantasizing that Chad was his jockstrap and loved the taste of his cum, but when Rod tasted it, it reminded Chad of watery library paste. That was an odd thought. Why had he thought that? Rod wondered. Then he remembered there was that kid in preschool who was always eating library paste. Could that have been Chad. He shrugged. Rod proceeded to tie his borrowed jockstrap into a knotted rag doll effigy. He admired his handiwork.
He had the doll up, and said, "Hey, Chad? Still hungry?"
Then he proceeded to jerk off two more loads into the doll.
Chad's last coherent thought was something about cum being 180 proof.
When he came to the sticky goo had hardened, and the knotted jockstrap doll was in the lost and found bin.
Chad struggled to move. He felt like he was growing, maybe becoming human again. But only partly so. He had a tiny human head on a ragdoll body. If only he could get untied, he was sure he would be human again. He tried calling for help.
His voice sounded high pitched and squeaky to him, but Chad wasn't sure that anyone else could hear him.