"Oh, yeah," laughed Jack as his pants began to move and tighten around his manhood, "That's it boys, keep squirming and I'll blow my load in you after all."
He sprawled out on the sofa, and let them go to work. Soon his ass was swimming in his cum. He peeled the sticky leather jeans off, and hung them over the sofa, while he went to shower.
He was toweling off his hair, when a hard uppercut connected with his belly. Two more fists in the kidneys, and a half dozen to each side of his head followed. He was gasping for air, disoriented, and hurting, when two cocks entered his mouth, and exploded hot cum down his throat. Jack Hammer gagged and choked. He writhed in agony on the floor. They must've broken his neck or something. His body was all floppy, he couldn't control it. When he finally regained his sensibilities, he was Snake's new personalized leather motorcycle jacket.
"Hey, it's embroidered, "Snake", you said I could wear him sometimes," whined Ryan, as he held the soft leather jacket.
"Watch it, dick for brains, your cock is still dripping, and we don't want to get any cum on Jackie Jacket here do we?" said Jason pointedly taking the jacket away from Ryan. He continued, "You still can wear him sometimes, and if you were thinking of trying to keep it secret about being my sex slave, think again, girlfriend."
"Girlfriend? Really?" Ryan was literally gushing. Cum spurted out of his erect cock and squarely on Jason's torso, cock and thigh.
"OH, FUCK, N-" gasped Snake as he shrank and collapsed in a heap. Ryan grabbed the jacket as it slipped from Jason's grasp. Ryan put the jacket on over his shoulders.
Slowly, Jack figured it out. The two had changed back after he had cum in them. He had changed into a jacket after they had cum in him. Now Jason got splattered with cum, and become a thong?
"He's not a thong, Jack," explained Ryan as he stepped into this new snakeskin leather jockstrap, "Snake's my jockstrap."
"Oh, you are so dead, QB!" thought Snake angrily.
"You can hear my thoughts," gasped Jack.
"Shut up, Snake," ordered Ryan.
"I'm Jack Hammer, Snake's your kinky jockstrap."
"Oh, Snake say, hi to your stepbro," Ryan said, as he adjusted the jacket so it touched the waistband of his new leather jockstrap.
"Oh, fuck!" gasped Jack when his mind touched Snake's mind. He realized that Snake was more likely to get cum on him, and thereby change human. Snake planned to seal Jack in a plastic garment bag, and stow him in the gun cabinet, which was as close to a safe as anything to which Jason had access.
"Boys play nice," Ryan said taking off Jack, and putting on a wrestling singlet he found in Snake's room.
"Dude, please, you'll stretch it all out shape!" whined Jason.
"It's not like you're on the wrestling team," Ryan noted.
"Okay, pussy boy, now you're getting me angry. I'll crush your nuts!" Jason said angrily. He may have been trying to crush, them but to Ryan it was an expert massage, and within a few minutes, Snake was slurping down Ryan's cum. "Meh. I thought it would taste better. Pretty bland. The way you're addicted to my cum, it must taste way better than your own," remarked Jason. But Ryan could see through Snake's bravado. The tough guy was already wriggling trying to get Ryan to blow another load.
Ryan woke wearing only the wrestling singlet and Jason the jockstrap in Jason's bed. He didn't remember going there, but he did remember coming at least 3 times. He had a headache, no wait, it was Jason's headache. He was hungover, and apparently, either Ryan had blacked out and kept coming, or Snake had milked him after he passed out, because Snake in a slurred mental voice said, "You er uh gooood boy, Ry- uhn. I didn't think you could cum six times. Hiccough!" Then a loud belch followed.
Ryan looked at his crotch and frowned. Then he looked at the alarm clock next to the bed, it read, "12:30 AM"
Ryan dressed in his own jeans, Snake's boots, and wife beater shirt, and then he put his Jack Jacket on. He took the three wallets, and transferred the ID's, and cash to his own wallet. Then he put it in his back pocket. Ryan put on his helmet, and hopped on his motorcycle. He hoped that since he was wearing Jack, that people would see Jack at the bar to which he was headed. He arrived at 1:05 am.
"What'll it be, Jack Hammer? The usual?" the bartender asked as Ryan strode across the biker bar, and up to the counter.