Chad looked around. He was in his body. He was standing at the plate with a bat in his hand.
Whoosh! The ball flew passed him.
"STEE-RIKE ONE!"
*Okay, Speedo, hit the ball or spend the rest of your high school career as a jockstrap * advised Jocko.
Chad wasn't a jockstrap any longer, he was in his body and his ass was sore. He gripped the bat tightly in anger. The ball was flying toward him. He swung blindly.
"Stee-rike two!" Shouted the ump.
*Guess you like being worn more than being the wear-er*
Whack! Crack! Homerun. Chad was running. He stumbled a bit, but didn't fall. He caught himself. The ball sailed over the center field fence. Chad hadn't used legs in weeks. He tagged first- continued round to second. As he approached 3rd, Jocko tried to reassert control.
"I don't think so, Jocko," hissed Chad firmly resolving to keep his body. He headed for home plate.
The team was cheering.
*Victory Fuck! Hope you enjoy it, Speedo. See everyone knows what you let Tiger do to you ass birthday gift. You promised every player who scores a run, the same prize. Best of of all you promised- okay I when I was wearing your body promised to take the entire team up your ass and down your throat if your team wins the game.*
"Fuck you, Jocko!* Chad thought back.
His teammates were all around him. Hands groped his crotch and ass. Chad remembered Jocko's memory of his promise. Chad shuddered. His teammates were going to fuck him silly. He looked up at the scoreboard 04-04 - 4 runs. Rick, Todd and Rod would be fucking him after the game.
*it won't be only them, if the team wins.*
Chad shuddered. Hands patting his back slid down to his thighs snd bum. He was so fucked.
*Gimme back the body, Speedo. I'll enjoy getting fucked.*
Chad.found himself on the pitcher's mound. He didn't know who struck out. The rest of the game he pitched a no-hitter. He was so angry at what Jocko had done to his reputation and memory. He vowed to win the game and take the team up the ass if he had to - he wasn't going to be anybody's undies again.
Jocko chuckled softly. Rick would probably wear Speedo home. Then he remembered unhappily that would mean he would spend the weekend hanging in Chad's locker.
Somehow Chad got up to bat two more times. The final score was 14-4. Chad was lifted up in the air by his teammates. He had been carried by his teammates when they won football games, but this time was different. They were carrying him as the prize. They were all planning on fucking his ass. One eager beaver had torn the seat of Chad's baseball pants and was fingering Chad while carrying him. Too many hands. He glanced around. Todd, Mike and Dante were on his right. Rod, Rick, Bruno and the Assistant Coach Sanchez were carrying him on the left. The way Sanchez was leering at Chad, he must be expecting a piece of Chad's ass too.
*the more the merrier. Oh, did I tell you about the side bet I made with the other team?* snickered Jocko using the fingering distracting Chad to try to take control of Chad's body.