Rod woke with a killer morning woody, but he didn't jerk off. He dreamt a wonderfully hot dream featuring that jockstrap he had left in the lost and found bin. He quickly dressed, and headed for the high school athletic building.
Rick and Bruno were talking in front of the building when Rod arrived.
"Hey, Rod , going to join our swim team?" Bruno asked.
"In your dreams, Bruno."
"Then what are you doing here on a Saturday?"
"Forgot some stuff in my locker last night," Rod lied. Then he noticed the baggie sticking out of Rick's jeans' pocket. "Say, Rick, you got any more of those little green pills? I had the greatest dreams last night."
"Sure they weren't purple?" Bruno asked nodding at Rod's tented jeans.
"Ha, ha!" Rod forced a laugh.
"Sure, I've got a couple to spare." Rick pulled the bag out, and handed Rod 2 or 3 green pills.
Rod tossed them all in his mouth. He swallowed, and said, "Thanks. I owe you."
Rick said, "you really shouldn't take them all at once," as Rod disappeared into the locker room.
Bruno asked in a hush whisper, "What ya got there, Rick?" He pointed at the baggie.
Rick laughed, "Just Claretin, Bruno, see?"
"Then what's with Rod?"
"Placebo effect or he has an undiagnosed sinus issue? He thinks he feels better and has great dreams, and the pills are perfectly harmless. Well, mostly harmless." Rick shrugged.
Rod made a beeline for the bin. Someone had tossed some torn shorts in. Underneath them was the jockstrap doll.
Chad felt a hand close around him. He was crushed in the giant's grip as he was lifted out of the bin. Had someone heard his screams? Moments later, Chad stared into Rod's eyes. Rod had come back for him.
Rod gasped, then grinned as he held the jockstrap doll. It was fabric in his hand, but the knotted head wasn't fabric it was flesh and hair. The jockstrap doll had Chad's head. It was really Chad's tiny head. He could see the mouth moving but he couldn't make sense of the faint squeaky mouse like sounds emanating from the tiny head.
Deep down Rod was sure that what he was seeing wasn't real. He knew it was the pills that Rick gave him, but he didn't care. This was the best delusion. A wet spot formed on his tented jeans. He shoved the doll in his letterman jacket pocket. He needed to jerk off. He needed to find a private place to jerk off.
Chad was in the dark. One minute he was thanking Rod, and begging him to unknot him so he could change back. The next Rod looked shocked then euphoric. Then Rod shoved Chad into his jacket pocket.
Chad blinked in the light. Rod had pulled him out of his pocket. There was Rod's leaking one eyed monster rushing straight at his face. Chad's face smoothed into the medicine ball sized cock head. Splooge!