It might have been hours, days or weeks, Ryan was fairly certain it
was not years. Fairly certain, but not absolutely certain. He had
been sealed in the cupboard in total darkness with no way to gauge the
passage of time. He wasn't sure that as a jockstrap if he really
sensed time the same way he had as a human. Perhaps decades were
passing.
Then the storage locker was opened. The bag was taken out. The
coach's assistant began to sort the miscellaneous articles of lost
clothing. Ryan watched from his crumpled heap as the assistant spread
out a blue pair of nylon shorts that had been in the bag and
photographed them. He wrote down something on a yellow pad, and then
folded up the shorts and set them aside. Next he photographed a
yellow singlet. He was taking a photographic inventory of lost items.
Ryan sort of wondered why, but he would soon have his answer.
"How's it going, Rob?" the coach asked.
"Cataloging the stuff for sale on eBay. Last year we made quite a
haul of the kids' discards."
"What about the jockstraps, socks and swimsuits? I stowed the stuff
last year that eBay wouldn't take in the bag, but this year, I'm not
sure what to do with the undergarments."
"No problem, coach. Your trusty sidekick found a website that allows
the sale of dirty underwear. It's an 18 and older site," he smirked,
"According to the sales history, there are guys who even pay extra for
dirty jockstraps, especially if they have dried cum in them."
"So you're going to have a jack off party on the dirty jockstraps?"
coach asked.
"You read my mind. It's the last day of school, and the senior guys
are really horny and don't have anything else to do. So, I've invited
them to a party here in the locker room."
"You bastard," coach said with a laugh and patting the assistant on
the back, "I better take off. I never heard about any of this!" The
coach winked and left.
Ryan wondered if Horst and Carter and Vinnie would be there. If it
was a seniors party, a lot of his friends would be there. He shuddered
mentally, they'd be there to jack off on him. Then he'd be sold to
some pervert over the internet. He wished he still had tear ducts so
he could cry. Maybe Vinnie would be there at the circle jerk. Maybe
he would change Ryan back into a man. A naked man all covered with
his buddies cum? Another mental shudder. Ryan almost prayed that he
would remain a jockstrap. Almost.