Dirk's anger at Rico and Chad was directed to his wrestling opponents and he won his matches easily, though he did lose a point due to continuing to squeeze an opponent who conceded. He had the guy in a scissors hold with his crotch buried in the guy's back, and Chad's face had started to reform. He held the guy until he could get Chad to go back to sleep. Only when he felt his pouch return to normal did he release his opponent. He was sweaty and seething when he entered the locker room. The singlet kept moving and tugging at his body, and the warm leather texture felt weirdly stimulating.
"Aren't you going to stay for the awards ceremony, Dirk?" Coach asked when he saw Dirk grab his gym bag as he headed to the locker room.
"Nah, not today," he adjusted his groin to conceal Chad's face reforming on the pouch, "think I pulled a groin muscle. Thought I'd head home and ice it."
"You want the doctor to check you out?"
"Nah, if it gets worse, will go to ER, but I think I just need to ice it," Dirk lied, "I live nearby, so I'll just go home to ice and rest the strain."
"Dirk, I'm sure the doc has an ice pak," Sinclair said.
"Alright, I'll ask him."
Dirk turned away from the locker room and headed to the officials table, the med station was set up behind it. He thought at Chad, "Go to sleep my big boy, sleep, sleep, sleep."
"Hey, doc, can I have an ice pack, I think I strained a muscle out there?" Dirk asked.
"Lemme see," the doctor said.
"Not out here, sir, its my groin, I just need to ice it."
"Oh, yeah the scissors pinning, I wondered why you kept that boy pinned after he surrendered. Cramp up?"
"Yeah, could I have the ice pack," Dirk requested aloud, and silently at Chad thought, "Go back to sleep, stop moving, sleep, sleep, sleep, Chad."
He was afraid that the doctor or someone else would Chad's face trying to reform on his pouch, so as soon as the doctor ripped open the ice pack and handed it him, Dirk lay it against his crotch. He shuddered due to the sudden cold down there, any observers assumed his expression and movement was due to groin pain.
The doctor handed Dirk a card and told him to call him if the pain persisted.
Dirk beelined to the locker room. He couldn't take Chad off, or the jock would vanish, and return to wherever he had been when he was summoned to be Dirk's singlet. Dirk needed to have Chad with him to deal with whatever Rico had done, and the best way to know where Chad was - was to keep wearing him. So Dirk pulled on his street clothes without showering.
He almost phoned Rico to bawl him out, but Rico had tells when he lied that you had to see. Mostly foot shuffling, and not looking you straight in the eye. Damn, why did Chad have to be so squirmy. It had been fun wearing the annoying neighbor boy football star when he didn't know it. It was a cool secret way of humiliating the guy without risking any retribution. Rico ruined that. Now Chad was groggy drunk on cum, but he was a mean drunk, and if he became human again in his current state, he'd probably pound Dirk into next month. Still if Dirk could work it right, Chad would wake up in his bed with vague memories of a nightmare. To do that, he would have to know exactly what Rico did to the blond stud. How many days and hours he wore Chad, and how much cum did Chad consume? Damn, Bruno had one of his orgy parties last week, did Rico wear him there? Chad needed a lot more cum to keep him unconscious, and Dirk was feeling tapped out. There had to be a solution. He just wasn't sure what it was yet?
Huh, uh, why is it so dark? I can barely move. What's that stink? Wait was a Dirk's singlet? Am I still Dirk's singlet? Chad's increasingly angry thoughts made there way into Dirk's mind.
Dirk managed to jerk off another load.
Naah uh shingluht, Chad muttered as he passed out.