Chad looked around the empty field house before pulling off his boxer shorts, and picking up the key. He moved the key to his penis, then to his belly button and then to his lips. He wasn't sure where to put it. He decided on his lips. The moment his lips closed around it, they locked in place and Chad froze and shrank. He was now a lot smaller in midair with the key planted firmly in his shiny chrome body, and he was falling. He landed in the soft field house dirt. A few moments later, he heard Karen Sinclair's voice.
"There, Jackson, I did my part, now you have to wear him to prove your fidelity to me," Karen Sinclair said as she strode over to the immobile metallicized jock.
"Yeah, but he's a guy? And he's straight! It's not fair to him," Jackson Fillmore protested. Chad recognized the College Junior.
"Listen, Chad wanted to put his dick in me. He will be happy to have your dick inside him, because it's the closest he's getting to my pussy," Karen said matter of factly, "Besides you're the one who said that you would only wear a male chastity device that was worthy of a jockstud like you. Chad was the closest Jock-Stud, I know. And now that I've transformed him, you're going to wear him."
"I know I said that, Karen, but-"
"No buts. You're wearing him to prove your fidelity to me, or- or -else, he will be human again, but wearing you."
"Calm down, Kare Bear," Jackson said nervously, "I never said I wouldn't wear the cock cage, but I just hadn't thought about how Chad might feel."
"Then you shouldn't have suggested him," Karen said.
"Maybe not, but see I am putting him on for you," Jackson said as he let his trousers drop to the ground, and took Chad from Karen's hand.
No.
NO!
Chad's mind screamed as he realized what he had become and just what was filling him up. The bastard could've at least showered, Chad thought distastefully.