I don't know whether Dirk knew I could see even as a jockstrap or not, but he had elected to wear mesh shorts
today, so I could see. Not much of view looking up at the underside of the steering column and dashboard in
Dirk's car, but when we got to his destination I recognized where he was going. It was Derek's place. The
last place I had entered while I still had two legs. Well, I assume I still have my legs, but I don't know for
certain. The mad scientist streak in Derek resulted in me volunteering for his experiment. I am still lying
in the basement laboratory hooked up to a machine, while my mind and sensory faculties are wired into the
jockstrap wrapped around Dirk's loins. Sadistic Derek meant to get rid of me this way. He had intended for me
to end up in the lost and found after wearing me through a humiliating work out. I had no idea Dirk had evil
interests in me until he intercepted the jockstrap that Derek had tossed. He knew it was me. He had overheard
Derek talking to me. Now after 2 months of being worn nearly constantly, the bastard had called Derek, and
made an appointment to meet him. I stared in curious terror as Dirk walked confidently down the steps to
Derek's basement lab.
Derek welcomed Dirk into his basement laboratory. He was quite proud of his feat. There was a bearded, pale-
skinned, naked man lying there in the center of the room hooked up to life support and all sorts of weird
machinery. At first, I assumed that he had done this to other guys too. Then I realized I now had a mustache
and beard, and being indoors for two months had caused my tan line to fade. Then I noticed that there was room
on the big table for at least two more bodies. I wonder if Dirk noticed that in addition to the half filled
catheter bag, there was a fresh unused one, as well as two IV bags, and straps.
"Whoa, Derek, this is so fucking cool! Mind if I take Jimmy out so he can see himself?" Dirk asked. Without
waiting for a reply his pulled down his shorts in the front and sauntered over to where I lay and shoved me
into my own face. Okay, I know that doesn't sound right, but from my perspective wrapped around Dirk's
manhood, I was pressed up against my own bearded cheek. The wires coming out of my skull guaranteed that I
didn't feel the jockstrap on my cheek, but felt my bearded face as if it was someone else's.
"I'm glad you're impressed, Dirk. I can hardly tell people about this experiment's success now can I?"
"Don't worry, I won't tell. I just was wondering if you can hook up his vocal chords, so I can hear how he
likes being my crotch jockey?"
Derek apparently was not expecting this at all,and his jaw dropped, then in changed into a grin.
"What a novel idea? I wish I had thought of it. I could have been chatting with James, as he described being
worn by you!"
"Heh, heh, I'd've loved to heard him scream when I jacked off in him the first time!"
"The first time?" Derek replied. There was an odd mix of envy, curiosity and anger in his tone. I suspect he
now regretted not jacking off in me when he had the chance.
"While you think about how to make Jimmy Jockboy squawk so we can hear him, how about you explain to me how
this contraption works?" Dirk asked sincerely. He added, "It truly is amazing."
"You really think so?"
"Oh, yes, Derek, this is marvelous. I'm curious can he hear us?"
"Only through the jockstrap. The brain is really disconnected from the body by this synaptic link," Derek
explained.
"You mean like this one here?" Dirk asked picking up a think black cord with a nasty looking plug with all
sorts of tiny wires sticking out.
"Uh, yes, the wires are organonanite technology. They come alive with contact with organic material, and will
literally burrow in and integrate themselves into the cerebral cortex and -"
"So all you had to do was put it on the back of his head right where the spine goes in?" Dirk asked holding
the plug up to the back of his own head.
Derek looked eager - too eager, "Yes, yes, exactly."
Derek moved toward the larger Dirk, and Dirk said the plug down.
"But you have to keep him alive, and how on earth have you maintained his muscle tone? Have you considered a
UV lamp?"
Derek laughed, and explained happily how the catheter was attached, and bag to my colon. He emptied both
daily. The muscles were kept toned by electronic stimulation, which explained all the wires crisscrossing my
naked body. The two must have yakked about the device and commented on how much I deserved this fate for over
two hours.
"You must be thirsty, Dirk," Derek remarked, "I know I am. Care for a soda?"
"Water would be better," Dirk answered.
"Water it is then," Derek said.
He soon returned with two bottles of water. He had a red straw in one bottle and a blue one in the other. He
handed one to Dirk.
"Thanks, Der," Dirk said, "Oh, almost forgot, here's that singlet I was wondering if you could wire up to
Jimmy." He set his bottle down and fished it out of his gym bag. He tossed it to Derek who caught it gingerly.
Once he determined it was clean he took it over to his desk and examined it with a microscope.
"I might be able to weave my nanitic fibers into the spandex, hm?" he said pensively as he studied the fabric.
After about 30 minutes of silent study, Derek announced, "I think I can do it."
He took a sip from his nearly empty water bottle. Dirk noisily slurped up the last of his bottle's contents.
Derek looked at Dirk and grinned, "Of course, I don't think I will. Your wrestling singlet is way to large for
me to wear. However, these socks," he held up a pair of white athletic socks, "will be perfect for you and
Jimmy."
"You mean you and Jimmy, right? I switched bottles. Kept the straw," Dirk grinned.
Derek looked crestfallen. He stared at his now empty bottle. The doofus had switched his bottle with Derek.
Dirk grabbed Derek and began to strip him down. Derek stood there meekly and didn't resist. I assumed he was
drugged, but when Dirk tried to put him on the table Derek twisted free.
"Thought you'd outsmart me, jock boy? I don't think so, you see..."