"Well, that wasn't so bad, Jeffy Jock," said Bill holding up a brand new jockstrap.
"Jeffy Jock?" asked Justin.
"See the label on the waistband, "JEFFY JOCK SIZE L", well I guess I better put him on while he's still warm or he'll try to change back, and we know how badly that can go," Bill said.
"Oh, darn I was hoping I could wear him, after all he had his stinky feet in my mouth and ass," whined Justin.
"Yeah, and last week Pete had his feet in you, so get used to it you're wear shoes. Did you know last winter when that perv Coach Davis was caught flashing people in the park, I was his raincoat. So humiliating changing back in jail like that. Not to mention having a naked guy wear you."
"Well, I still want to wear him."
"You can when I'm done. I only need him for the football game this afternoon. I can give him to you this evening or tomorrow morning, if you like," Bill said.
He pulled down his pants, he had gone commando.
"Oh, you were planning to wear him, weren't you?"
"Like I said I need a jockstrap for today's game, and Jeff needs to be a jockstrap. It's a win-win day for both of us." He stepped inside Jeff. "Oh, and if you don't plan on wearing him for the whole two weeks let me know and I'll drum up some other volunteers to wear him. Jeff will thank us later."
NOOOOOOOOOOOOO. Jeff's mind screamed.
Justin said, "Okay, I'll pick Jeff up..."