Matt smiled down at his little captive.
"If you ever want to be bigger than a cock, you better behave yourself. I'm going to play a game of squash with my dad's boss' son. I could leave you in my bag or locker, but somebody might steal you, then you'd never be normal again."
Gulp.
"So to keep you close, you'll be with me during the game," Matt said firmly untwisting the jockstrap. Bryan found himself lying in the pouch as if it were a hammock. Then to his horror, naked Matt Laird stepped into the jockstrap, and started to put it on with Bryan inside.
"NO!" screamed Bryan, "I'm still in your jockstrap!"
"Hush, I know," was Matt's reply, "My shorts don't have pockets, so it's the only way to keep you close."
Bryan closed his eyes just before his face smacked into Matt's shaft. It was hotter inside the jockstrap than Bryan expected, and more cramped too. Matt's swollen cock was testimony to just how much his wimpy neighbor was getting off having buff Bryan in his jockstrap.
Bryan heard another voice, "So Matt, hope you're up to my standards. My regular opponent bailed, his mom's dying or something. My serve!"
Matt barely opened his mouth, when the sound of a rubber ball being hit could be heard. It clapped against the wall with a resounding thud.
Soon Matt was bouncing around and the sound of a hard rubber ball bouncing back and forth off a wall could be heard.