Ryan cannot believe he voluntarily allowed himself to become Snake's jockstrap again. He keeps rationalizing his actions. He could have given Jason a hand job instead of a blowjob, but damn it tasted so good. It felt so good. He could feel how comfortable Jason was wearing him, and it felt so good to hold Jason's manhood inside of him. He just didn't want to be Jason's strap 24/7 for a year. And as much as he hated it, he had to admit, he probably couldn't go a week without being Jason's jockstrap for at least an hour during PE once. Snake couldn't help but sneer at Ryan's thoughts and his willing subjugation. His cock swelled to fill his new pouch.
"Jason!" snapped Coach McGurk.
"Huh? I'm wearing a jockstrap, see!" he answered snapping the waistband. Mentally, Ryan yelped, and triggered Jason's full-on hardon inside the pouch. Damn you, Standish, growled Snake mentally. Will you please stop making me horny? We're in the locker room for Gawd's sake!
"I can see. We can all see more than we'd like!" snapped the coach. "Now put on your shorts, and shoes and get your ass out on the field. We'll make a cross-country team runner out of you yet."
"No way, coach. I ain't a team player!" laughed Snake as he quickly dressed.
As he passed the coach on the way out to the field, McGurk whispered, "Twenty laps today, boy. Starting now."
Snake hissed under his breath. He really hated McGurk. The dude was going to have him running marathons, whether he wanted to or not. He channeled his anger, and tuned out the world. Ryan eased into Jason's body, and ran effortlessly. Jason was there, but he was like a passenger letting Ryan do all the work, except he still was in control. Ryan knew that. I was like a driver training car instructor. He had his own wheel, gas pedal, brake and shifter. Ryan enjoyed his humanity on a leash until the bell rang.
Jason's muscles ached as he jogged in off the field resuming control of his body, and Ryan settling back into his rightful place around Jason's waist.
"Hold up, Jason," Coach McGurk said.
"Yeah, coach?" sighed Jason defiantly, "I ran the twenty laps."
"In record time too, but you still owe me and your classmates, the required calisthenics."
"Seriously?"
"Seriously. Should we start with 100 situps?"
"Why the hell not?" shrugged Snake dropping to the ground, and starting, "One, two, oof, three,..."
After about 5 minutes, Snake was groaning with a side-ache, "Twenty-eight, ooh, twenty-nine, ugh!" He paused panting.
"Of course, if you were on the cross country team, the calisthenics would be optional?" whispered the coach.
"You could've told me that before," growled Snake stretching out on the ground flat, "So what do I have to do to be on the cross country team?" He sighed loudly.
"First off, I'd prefer an eager attitude," snarled the coach.
Snake looked at him wide eyed, but held his tongue.
"Second, we need to get you some singlets, running shoes, running socks, and a fitbit."
"I can't afford all that stuff?"
"Well, we have a deal with The Sporting Spot, I'm sure we can work out something..."
There is a slightly sinister tone in the coach's voice.
I'll pay for the stuff, thought Ryan loudly in Jason's mind.
"Huh? Never mind, coach, The Sporting Spot? I'll head over there after school and get outfitted, a friend owes me some money."
"Hm?" the coach frowned, "Oh, well, if you are a bit short, I'll think of a way for you to work it off. Now hit the showers, and welcome to the team. We will expect you at practice tomorrow morning at 6am."
"Before school?" sighed Jason.
"Of course, and as the season progresses, after school too."
"This is all your fault, Standish," murmured Jason as he headed to the locker room drenched with sweat. The first bell rung. "Damn, no time to shower today."
But you're going to turn me back, right, Jason? thought Ryan nervously.
Jason didn't answer. He just dressed. He searched through Ryan's clothing that were jammed in his locker too, and frowned when he looked in the wallet and only found a couple bucks.
That's why I need to be human. So I can use my credit card to buy you the gear you need.
Hm, maybe lunch period. I cannot be late to class, beside Stevie will be hungry. Snake thought as he quickly dressed. He shoved Ryan's stuff into his gym bag, and ran to class.