Two hours later, Carter and Vinnie lay passed out in the sauna snoring. Horst giggled. He headed back to his locker, and carefully collected the jockstrap he had bought yesterday.
"Those roofies really did the trick, Carter and Vinnie are out cold," Horst said as he returned to the sauna, and stripped the soiled jockstrap off Vinnie, and carefully put the new jockstrap on him in its place.
"Okay, Ryan, hope you're stretchy," said Horst as he stepped into the slimy cum soaked jockstrap that had formerly been Ryan Standish.
SNAP.
"Yesh, perfect fit," said Horst. He shut off the furnace to the sauna, and then lifted Vinnie and put him on the same bench as Carter. In less than thirty seconds the two jockstrap clad lads were sleeping in each others arms. Horst left the sauna door open. He wondered who would wake first, and how they would react. He headed back to the hot tub to squeeze off at least one load into Ryan, and wash away Vinnie's loads.
"Glack, mpft!" shouted Ryan, but no one could hear him still.