Wear Sports Pants

You wake up the next morning glad that it's finally Sunday. There's no practice on Sunday, so if you get your chores done with quickly enough, you might have some free time. After yesterday, you could use a little free time.

You get up like you do every morning - roll out of bed, slide into some boxers, and... and...

Wait.

You stand in front of your dresser in the dim light looking through your underwear drawer, but something is wrong. Your underwear isn't in there! It's been replaced with... with...

You waddle into the kitchen, face red, and find Jeff already sitting there at the table.

"Oh, well if it isn't my little gymnast! Mornin' sport!" he says chipperly, sipping his coffee. Apparently he was fine with making his own this morning.

You stand awkwardly, shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot and say, "Um, Sir... what happened to all my boxers?" You try to keep the anger and embarrassment out of your voice.

"Hmm? Oh, right!" Jeff smiles. "I got rid of them! Yesterday at your gymnastics practice -and, heh, this is a little embarrassing for me to tell you - I could kind of see that your boxers were bunching up under that cute unitard I got for you. And you know they take wardrobe very seriously in gymnastics. Did you know that perfect routines have lost points for things like exposed bra straps even at the Olympic level? So I went ahead and replaced your old worn-out underwear selection with something more... sporty." He grins. "Are you wearing them?"

You squirm where you're standing. Of course you are wearing them. You didn't really have a choice. You hate the feel of going commando. But...

"Why are they... like... girly?" You ask, holding up a pair of black briefs. It was the only style in your drawer, in a variety of colors. The ones you were wearing were also black. You couldn't bear to wear the white ones, much less the pink or teal pairs.

Jeff laughs. "Girly? They're just briefs, Aiken. Lots of guys wear them. Especially athletes. They're even called Sports Pants."

"Yeah but... they're way too soft and don't even have a fly... and they feel way too small. Everything is, you know... squeezed. Plus they ride-up non-stop!"

Jeff shrugs and smirks, like he's only amused by the whole humiliating situation. "I don't know what to tell ya, sport. That's just how athletes wear 'em nowadays. Don't worry, your old man did his research. You want something soft for athletics. You've got to move around constantly, so you don't want something that will chafe or restrict your movements. As for the fly situation... Have you ever actually used the fly in your underwear? Most guys don't, so the progressive companies have already stopped making them. I already threw out your old stuff, so you'll just have to get used to it, pal."

You let out an exasperated sigh and stand there dumbly for a moment, thinking. You could feel the elastic band of the underwear around your waist. It felt so much thinner and more delicate than your boxers had. And the way the fabric cupped your manhood so gently yet tightly...

Finally, you ask, "Well, do you wear them? I didn't see any in the laundry I did yesterday. All you had were boxers..."

Jeff nods. "Mhm. Well, I don't really play many sports anymore. Not since the ol' shoulder injury. But even when I did... well, just between us guys... I'm a little too big down there to really wear something like, ah, heh... well like what you're wearing."

You grumble and look away, suddenly self-conscious. What did he mean big? Surely he didn't mean his... You shake your head and try to think of something - anything - else to say.

"W-well after breakfast I might call one of my friends to take me to the store for new boxers. If these 'Sports Pants' are only for athletics, then I think I'd be more comfortable just wearing boxers like normal when I'm not at practice. Especially to school."

You think you see Jeff's face quickly change and look almost worried for a moment, but it quickly goes back to his normal chipper demeanor. "Now hold on there a sec, buddy. Remember, you've got to finish cleaning up today. No going out without my permission. That's one of our rules now, alright? Gotta make sure you're staying safe."

"It's just the store, Sir. I can finish cleaning by the afternoon and swing by somewhere in like ten minutes for a pack of Hanes. I've got plenty of money from my after-school job so I don't mind taking care of my own wardrobe."

Jeff crosses his arms and taps his finger against one bicep as if thinking. Finally he says, "No... No I don't think so. Not today, tiger. Actually I was looking at your 'cleaning' earlier, and... I think you'll need to start all over again. You left a lot of dust and grime behind things, and didn't even touch inside of any drawers or cabinets. No I think you'd better take this whole week to really learn to clean well, and get used to wearing your new Sports Pants, alright? Even if you only need to wear them for athletics, I want you in them basically 24/7 until you're totally comfortable in them, okay?"

This was so unfair!!! You had to re-clean EVERYTHING? Your weekend was ruined! And now even your underwear drawer wasn't safe anymore! Having a step-dad totally blew!

You ball your fist and grit your teeth and mutter, "Whatever... Fine..."

Jeff knits his brow and says firmly. "Excuse me? Wanna try that aga-"

"I said FINE!" you shout. But you quickly regret it.

Jeff stands and shakes his head. "I really didn't want to have to do this, but... You will learn respect if you're going to live in my house. Now bend over. I'm disciplining you."

Your heart drops and you gulp. He wouldn't...

...Would he?