Oh, no, thought Ryan, not him. Not Snake!
Jason "Snake" Tyler was 6 foot, dark haired, pale skinned, and toned like a boxer. He stood there in his distressed leather jacket, t-shirt, blue jeans and black leather boots glaring at the jockstrap that Coach McGurk held out for him.
"Wear it," ordered the coach.
Distastefully, Snake took the jockstrap in his hand and headed to his locker. Ryan lay helpless on the wooden bench as Jason stripped. Some guys would start to put on their workout gear as they stripped out of their street clothes. Jason wasn't one of those guys. He stood there naked as a jay bird stretching. Before he turned to pick up the lost and found jockstrap.
Ryan stared up at Snake. He knew the guy had gotten his nickname from his tattoo. He'd just never seen it before--at least not all of it. The coiled green tail started on his left arm and draped across his neck and shoulders coiling down his upper right arm then back up to the shoulders and around his torso. The neck plunged straight down his abdomen and completely covered Jason's cock. The head of the cock was the snake's head. Two silver fangs glistened from its mouth. They were the halves of the horseshoe shaped piercing that went through Jason's glans. Ryan stared in awe at the intimidating muscled tattooed man who now stepped inside him.
Jason snapped Ryan into place and adjusted his pouch and smiled. He walked over to the mirror at the end of the row of lockers and admired himself in his new jockstrap.
"Looking good," he said to himself. Jason's private thoughts echoed in helpless Ryan's mind. Man, I like the way this thing fits. It's like it was made to hug my junk. It really defines and lifts my package making it look bigger. If it looks half as good as I think it will under my jeans, it will become a regular part of my daily wardrobe.
McGurk's voice echoed through the empty locker room, "Get a move on Tyler, let's see if you are man enough to earn a Presidential Fitness award!"
Ryan could feel Snake's inner anger. Man enough, I'll show him man-enough! Jason pulled on his work out clothes, and strode defiantly toward the gym. In the dark dank place around Snake's snake, Ryan had a terrible foreboding that he was never going to be anything again except for Snake's jockstrap.