"Now, Myron, I don't want an argument. Due to the new budget changes, we have had to include Chess Club funding through the Athletic Department as a sport. School district rules state all male students participating in school sanctioned sports activities must wear a jockstrap during said sports activities. So if you want to play Chess, Myron, put this on!" ordered the Vice Principal.
Jeff dangled in midair, as the pale faced nerd reached out and grabbed Jeff.
"Okay, sir. But this is stupid."
"Stupid or not. Rules are rules."
Myron carried Jeff the jockstrap across and down the hall to the boys' room. Inside a stall, he took off his pants and put the jockstrap on. He dressed and returned to the room where the Chess Club met.
"Jock check," said Mr. Mortimer.
Myron pulled up his shirt, and pulled the waistband of the jockstrap so all could see he was wearing his jockstrap.
"Okay, you can play."
Jeff found it nerve-wracking. They weren't talking. He could hear the wooden pieces clicking as they were moved to new positions on the wooden board. He could hear the ticking clock, and bing when the opponent completed their move and hit the clock. He couldn't see anything. All he could do was smell Myron's crotch. Why had he chosen athletic supporter again? How long did Chess Season last? Hours past.
"Good work, Myron, you won four games. You're out best shot at the Chess finals in June."
June! Frigging end of the school year? Jeff was going to be a jockstrap for eight months?