The lights were flashing, the technica music blaring, but no Stacy in sight. Ryan adjusted his crotch, Monroe seemed a bit snug tonight, and Snake was doing his best to wedgie Ryan. He headed for the bar. There was a cute chick in a metallic blue skimpy bit of fabric that could barely be called a dress. She was smiling at him, so he sat down next to her.
"Hi, I'm Ryan," he said offering his hand. She put a neon blue drink in his hand. She had another one in front of her which she lifted in a toast.
"I know, Ryan," she said.
Something about her seemed familiar. Maybe it was her voice? It was lower pitch than most girls or women. He sipped the Sea Breeze, and the warmth of the bar and the beat of the music seemed to envelop him. He talked, but he didn't know about what. He listened but he didn't really hear. He might have told her all about Monroe and James "Snake" Tyler. He might not have mentioned anything. He recalled drooling and sagging, as she strong-armed him out of the bar and to her F150 black pickup truck. She loaded him into the back of the pickup, not the cab. And tied him with bungee cords.
"Kink-ee!" Ryan recalled saying, before he passed out.
Jason and Monroe looked down at the snoring bound naked body of Ryan Standish with cum leaking out of his mouth and ass.
"How come he didn't turn back into a jockstrap?" Monroe asked.
"How come heesh couldn't have left the cell door unlocked? I, mean, it's not like Ryan's going anywhere trussed up like that?"
"Maybe she knows about us?" Monroe asks.
"Huh? You saw the schlong on that chick, she's a dude, Monroe," Snake replied shaking his head. "But you're right, Ryan was so out of it, and so drugged, neither of us could take control. He was like a meat puppet in that trannie's hands. He thought he recognized her/his voice. Hm? How about it, Monroe, remind you of anybody? Vinnie? Horst? Carter? Coach McGurk?"
"McGurk?" snorted Monroe, "I wish. No, that guy's skin was too smooth. Coach would take all the wax in Vietnam to get his body hair off."
"All the wax in Vietnam? What the heck does that mean?" Snake asked with a gaping jaw.
He was searching the large jail cell/dungeon. Finding boxes of whips, paddles, and other bondage gear. Finally, he opened a cupboard and grinned. He didn't mind being naked, he just preferred it was his choice. He was tempted to fuck the two jocks into clothing, but he figured he might need the extra fists to get out of this cage.
Monroe was explaining his words, while silently Jason cringed and thought, Damn, he really is a dumb jock.
"See my mom's candles all say "Made in Vietnam." Since candles are made of wax, they must grow lots of wax in Vietnam, so all the wax in Vietnam means a heck of a lot."
"Come over here, boy, I've got something for you to wear, Monroe," Snake said with a smile as he eyed the black rubber gear hanging in the cabinet. He added, "Monroe is a good dog's name, don't you think?"
Monroe plodded over scratching his balls.
"That dog tail dildo is massive!" said Monroe with a mix of horror and excitement. He added, "Okay, but only if I can wear Ryan underneath."
"Actually, I was thinking that too. If RuPaul comes back, and finds a big black rubber dog and no one else, she'll assume it's Ryan, and won't notice me hiding up there," Snake said, "And maybe I can get the drop on him."
"That's not RuPaul, he's taller, and darker," Monroe answered.
Jason rolled his eyes, and looked at Ryan.
"Heads or tails?" Jason asked nodding at Ryan.
Monroe shrugged, "I think his ass looks so inviting the way it sticks out trussed up like that."
"Fine you fuck his ass, I'll fuck his face, and we'll have a fine jock for you to wear."
"You don't want to wear him?"
"Not right now, you can. Later, I expect to wear all three of you home."
"Oh, right," said Monroe in a defeated tone that didn't sound as defeated as it did excited.
Snake shook his head, and lifted Ryan's head. He pulled the slimy ball gag out of Ryan's mouth, and discovered that a huge female condom was damming Ryan's mouth, so he couldn't swallow any cum.
"Hey, look at this douche bag up, Ryan's ass. It's full of cum. I don't think that drag queen butt pirate could make all this cum. But I guess since none got inside him, just on him he didn't change."
"Yeah, he was gangbanged alright, but by whom?" James Tyler asked softly. "You cannot roofie clothing, so there must've been something else going on." He didn't like not knowing. He couldn't remember at least an hour or two after they got in the truck. It started, but he didn't recall anything until he woke up naked in the cell with Ryan and Monroe about 20 minutes ago. He shrugged and shoved his cock down Ryan's unresisting throat.