"Hey, Vinny," said Rick Wu in broken English, "I saw you out there
today. That Standitch jock makes you athletic. Phys ed worst subject
for me too. I want you to get me a jock like yours!"
"Uh, Standish jock?"
"You I saw when big galoot threw your real jockstrap up high," he said
pointing with a flourish, "Now I want Mitch Flanders to be jockstrap
for me."
"Mitch Flanders? He's a nice guy, not like Ryan."
Hey! thought Ryan.
Yeah, well think about it bully boy, Vincent thought back.
"No, he smarter than Standitch, an' he speak English real good.
Probably, help me speak real gooder."
"Yeah, right, but what did he do to deserve being your jockstrap?"
Rick screwed up his face and then he reached into his locker and
pulled out a wad of cash, "I pay big bucks for him."
Vinnie's jaw dropped. It was a lot of money. While Flanders seemed
nice enough, he had never stepped in when Ryan or Carter or Horst were
bullying somebody. He could have stopped them. Maybe he did deserve to
be Wu's new jockstrap. Vinnie's anger at the jock bullies broadened
to encompass all jocks.
You keep wearing me, eventually you'll be a jock too. Besides, I
thought you are going to turn me back when I learn my lesson. Wu wants
to own Mitch permanently, Ryan thought nervously. He tried and failed
to suppress the rest of his thought, if Vinnie turns him permanently,
he'll never turn me back because of what I know. I bet he'll even turn
Horst and Carter into jockstraps for your other nerdy friends.
Vinnie pulled on his jeans without removing his jockstrap. He smiled.
He felt so comfortable wearing Ryan, yeah, he wouldn't mind keeping
Ryan permanently, he was sure Ryan was enjoying himself too.
No. No. No. I am not enjoying being wrapped around your cock and
balls! Ryan screamed mentally.
Vinnie shrugged. Whatever. I can feel your thoughts as well as hear
your thoughts, and you're getting off on it whether you admit it to
yourself or not.
"So?" Wu asked earnestly, "Will you do it?"
"How long do you want to wear him?"
"What you mean he's only a jockstrap temporarily?" he asked pointing
at Ryan.
"I'm thinking about it, all right? It can be for a few days, weeks,
months, years or permanently, but of course the cost would be
different," Vinnie said equivocally.
"Well, I suppose part time would be okay. He could be my jockstrap
during the day, and be my slave at night, but I want to own him
permanently. You think you can do that? If you can, I pay you lots
more money. My grandfather own big import/export company," Wu said
with a nod, as he dressed.
Vinnie shrugged.
Wu said, "Be here today after school. Mitch Flanders has gym last
period and practice afterward. You can change him for me then. Okay?
Here deposit."
He shoved $500 into Vinnie's hands and turn and ran out of the locker
room. Vinnie stared at the money with his mouth gaping open. Wu was
serious. Vinnie sat down hard on the bench smooshing his pouched cock
and balls between his thighs and against the hard bench. Ryan thought,
OOF, watch it, Vinnie!
Vinnie ignored Ryan and rubbed his chin. $500 deposit, that was an Wii
and a load of games with some left over. How much would Wu pay for
Mitch? $1000? $5000? $50,000? Vinnie licked his lips. There were a lot
of moneyed nerds and more than a few moneyed jocks. What would they
pay for the opportunity to put their enemies or rivals in their place.
Vinnie could be a very rich man.
Ryan was silent afraid of the thoughts emanating from Vinnie. He was
afraid for himself and for his friends and even for strangers.
Vinnie's thoughts scared him.