"Damn, Tank, my parents will kill me when they see this mess!" complained the living jockstrap peeking over Tank's well-stretched shorts. Warren apparently had less Spandex in him than Chad did.
Tank had texted all the jocks he knew to text and invite their jock friends. "Anyone wearing a jockstrap is welcome! Beer, Pizza and more, Chad's treat!"
There must've been 300 people, the party wasn't contained to the basement. It was all through the house. There were a few girls, but they were only admitted if they were wearing a jockstrap. If their date gave them his, he was out until he came back wearing another jockstrap. Bruno was on jockstrap patrol, and he was enjoying himself way too much sending guys out with only their shirts and shoes on.
A police car pulled up, and Chad was sure he'd end up with a citation, but it was Bruno's brother, and he was off-duty, but he was wearing is Police Department issued jockstrap.
Tank downed another handful of candy, and took another drink of beer. Rick now was hoping, the big idiot would look in Rick's backpack.
"Who ya calling a big idiot, cock ring?" Tank said to his crotch. He was more than buzzed now. He'd ignored Chad's complaints, but Rick just dared him to look in his backpack. He held his amulet out in front of him as he opened Rick's backpack. A cloud of yellow dust rose from it.
Tank laughed, "Dude, that powder's no good, if the subject hasn't imbibed the potion."
"Oh, but you have," laughed Rick.
"Huh?" Tank was feeling lightheaded - worse he felt his body shrinking. The cock ring was loose. It slipped off his manhood, and the jockstrap and shorts fell beneath it. Tank's gold amulet landed with a clink on the metal cock ring. Suddenly, Rick was sitting there naked with Tank's necklace hanging around his neck. He saw the jockstrap twisting and lurching away across the carpeted floor. The party was raging downstairs. Tank had brought Rick's kit up to Chad's bedroom.
Rick first pulled the steel grey Spandex compression muscle tank over his head and shoulders. Tank was his. Then he slammed his foot down on Chad, and then put him on. Warren hadn't moved an inch. Rick picked up Warren, and then put him back on. Now he understood why Warren hadn't tried to escape, he was snoring. Tank was pissed. Rick moved to join the party...