Bill woke up to pounding on his door.
"Damn, it's only 6 am!" he muttered looking at the alarm clock.
He adjusted the jockstrap he was sleeping in, he had forgotten it was Jeff. He pulled on some shorts and went to the door.
"Do you know what time it is?" Bill demanded.
"Time to give me Jeff to wear," Justin said.
"It's six in the morning. Neither of us has had our breakfast yet."
"I had mine before I came over. Wheaties the Breakfast of Champions."
"Well, jockstraps don't eat Wheaties, but Jeff will get the breakfast of Champions, if you know what I mean."
Justin looked confused, "Clothing doesn't eat when it's not human,"
"Sure it does, you absorb sweat, when you are shoes right? You eat sweat."
"Oh, well, doesn't a jockstrap eat sweat."
"Sure, but it eats other things too."
Jeff had just was having a nightmare that he was Bill's jockstrap. Then he realized he was awake and he remembered what Bill had fed him for dinner.
"You have a seat. I'm going back to bed to feed Jeffy."
"Bed? Hey, what do I need to feed Jeff and how often," Justin asked as Bill closed the bedroom door.
"You just jock off into him, and he'll absorb it all up. I fed him dinner, and now am going to giv-ve h-im- br-eak-fast," panted Bill as he massaged his crotch.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. Jeff kept screaming. Damn that Chronivac.
"So I should feed him 3 times a day?" Justin asked through the door.
"Hey, whenever you're horny blow a load in him. His jockstrap side hasn't eaten in ages because he refused to change for so long."
"My record is five loads in one day, but I bet I can cum more," Justin shouted back.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaah," Bill said.
A few minutes later he opened the door wearing a towel and handing a warm damp jockstrap to Justin.
"You may want to wash him first or let him dry out befor-" Bill started to say, but Justin's running shorts were around his ankles and the jockstrap was halfway up his legs. Bill shrugged.
"I'm training for a marathon," Justin explained.
"I didn't know that?"
"Yeah, Jeff entered online yesterday, and he plans to wear me, so I figured I should train in advance."
Bill laughed, "Training the trainers for a marathon!"
"Yeah, well, I figured Jeff's going to torture me for 26 miles, I might as well get my revenge in advance." Justin pulled his shorts up and left.