Snake gave Ryan the silent treatment, though he could hear everyone of jockboy's thoughts while wearing him. Ryan kept waiting for his chance to change back, but after a few days, he started to freak out.
Initially, Ryan cursed and threatened, but then he started pleading:
"What's wrong with Snake did he forget I'm his pussyboi?"
"C'mon, Snake! Turn me back! I'll be a good cocksucker!"
Finally, the pleading stopped. Jason smiled, and increased his jack off time, but remained silent. He wore his jockstrap 24/7. He wore it - and only it - under his gown at graduation. He hadn't originally planned to attend, but since the Principal was going to give a tribute to their missing star athlete, Snake wanted Ryan to have a front row seat. It had meant doing extra credit in a couple classes, but Jason ended up in the top 20 in the class to many people's shock (Jason had always gotten got good grades, but hadn't bragged about them, and his rebel tough-guy image seemed to make people assume he wasn't bright). The top 30 students sat in the front row for the graduation ceremony.
When Ryan's parents came on stage crying to collect Outstanding Athlete Trophy and Ryan Standish's diploma, Jason opened his gown just enough for his living jockstrap to peek out. Jason was already sporting wood, and when Ryan freaked and started tightening and pulsating around Jason's erection, Jason had to bite his lip to keep from moaning, and struggled to keep from orgasming. He did end up coming silently a couple times before the ceremony was over.
Ryan stepped up his pleadings, as he knew that Snake remembered who Ryan was from what he did at the graduation ceremony. But Snake's silence continued. He ignored Ryan completely. He had decided after the police spent over a month at the school trying to get a lead on Ryan's whereabouts that Ryan Standish as a human being was just too big a risk to have around. He worked full-time all summer as a mechanic at a local garage. He wore Ryan every hour of every day, and every day. Ryan seemed resigned to his fate in mid August, and just stopped pleading. In September, Snake started to take some Community College courses in the evening, while still working in the garage. He wore Ryan under his coveralls, under his jeans, under his swimsuit at the beach, and on as his only article of clothing when he slept.
During the first few months, Ryan would moan in ecstasy when Snake jocked off, but after August even his moans of ecstasy were silenced.
After 8 months of constant wear, one of the straps started to tear. So snake got a male underwear mannequin from the dump, and put Ryan on it. Ryan freaked, he initially thought he would change back once he was off Snake, but being on the humanoid half mannequin seemed to be sufficient to keep him in jockstrap form. Snake carefully sewed the strap in place. Then he took out a can of Plasti-Dip that he had gotten from the garage, and carefully and uniformly applied the rubber coating to the jockstrap. He put on at least a dozen coats over the next few weeks, letting each coat dry completely before applying another coat. Snake would turn Ryan inside out, after the last coat dried, and paint the inside of the jockstrap two. A dozen coats inside and out, and Ryan was nearly blind and deaf under the heavy rubber coating.
Snake carefully inspected his rubberized jockstrap, and grinned. He had installed an air valve between the cottonand the first coat of Plasti-Dip, and now hooked up a tube to it, and emptied two weeks worth of cum he had collected in an old gallon water bottle, and stored in the freezer. He watched as all the cum disappeared down the funnel he had attached to the hose. Ryan was absorbing it, as fast as Snake poured. When he was done, Snake took Ryan off the dummy, and set the jockstrap down.