Vinnie had been wired after they loaded up at the drive-in. MegaCola had way too much caffeine. The drive to Florida took longer than Carter and Horst had said. They pulled into the carport at around 2 am. Vinnie wasn't sure who told him where his room was, but he remembered they said 3rd door on the right. There was a full sized bed with a creamsicle orange bedspread. Probably, Horst's sister's room or maybe Carter's sister's room? He was so exhausted, Vinnie couldn't think clearly. Maybe something added to his drink or food in the car?
Ryan was freaking. Maybe Vinnie was just really tired, but for whatever reason, Vinnie's wall of silence was gone, and Ryan felt Vinnie's thoughts sloshing around him like a dam broke or something. The thoughts were jumbled, and included a question of whether the food or drink was drugged. Carter wasn't passed doing something like that. Vinnie didn't know how he transformed Ryan, he was trying to figure out how, so he could reverse it. It had to be reversible right? No! thought Ryan, the punk wizard doesn't know what he's doing, I am so fucked. Oh, no, maybe he heard me or maybe he's just horny?
Vinnie had stripped down to his jockstrap, and thrown himself on to the bed, and he was currently tugging at his manhood through his tented pouch.
"Wbatcba doin'?" Carter said from the open doorway.
In a half asleep voice, Vinnie mumbled, "Feedin' Ryan, he was hungry." Then as the hot liquid erupted from his penis and through the fabric that was Ryan, Vinnie started to snore.
"Yummers, Ry-guy, Vinnie's just the appetizer, when I get to wear you, you'll get the main course. You know I usually jerk off 5 or 6 times a day, but I've been saving myself, since you got turned Ryan. I figure after I blow a dozen or so loads in you, after Vin changes you back, you'll be a buddy with benefits. Heh, heh," whispered Carter as he leaned in and kissed the cum soaked collapsing jockstrap pouch.
Ryan wasn't sure whether Carter was kissing him or tasting Vinnie's cum or kissing Vinnie's cock. Wait, he calledVinnie - Vin. What the fuck was going on here? Ryan stared up at the ceiling all night. Do jockstraps ever sleep? Ryan was beginning to doubt it.
In the morning, Carter gently woke Vinnie. He handed Vinnie a big glass of orange juice.
Vinnie sputtered a bit, as he sat up in bed with Carter's strong arm behind his back.
"What's this?"
"Screwdriver. Hair of the dog. I cannot believe you downed that whole Rum and Coke last night."
"There was rum in that MegaCola?" Vinnie asked, his head ached.
"Yeah, half cola, half rum. Betcha had a good night's sleep, and wanna shower," Carter began.
Ryan was freaking again. No, no, Vinnie, if you can hear me, Carter just wants you take me off, so he can wear me. He wants me to be his cum rag, so if you turn me back, I'll be his go to cocksucker. I don't wanna be a cocksucker?
He hoped Vinnie didn't hear the uncertainty in his voice. He really did enjoy Vinnie's jack off session last night, and wouldn't mind another one or two - but 12 or more frightened him.
Vinnie tilted the glass back and chugged it. He burped.
"Breakfast of Champions," he said with yawn.
"Yeah, I think we'll forgo showering, Vin, and get you out on the balcony for sunning," Carter said half lifting Vinnie out of bed.
Vinnie vaguely recalled the comforting support of Carter's warm muscled skin against his own body, as they moved down the hallway. Carter's bikini brief Speedo was tented with his morning wood, as was Vinnie's jockstrap.
Vinnie was now on his back on an upholstered chaise lounge with the sun beating down, it had to be at least 10 am. Carter slathered on loads of tanning lotion, and put the bottle into Vinnie's hand as he got up to leave.
"Dude, looks like both of us need a little privacy for relief. The lotion makes good jack off lube, if you need it," Carter said with a snicker as he disappeared.
Vinnie smiled. It was a private balcony, and he could use some relief. Horst and Carter weren't so bad. Maybe Ryan would be better after a little more humiliation?
"So where's Vinnie?" Horst asked.
"Oh, I gave him a screwdriver loaded with Viagra for breakfast, so I imagine he's feeding Ryan," Carter answered.
"You bastard."
"Hey, you don't want Ryan craving our cum? I mean, a bro with benefits seemed like a good idea yesterday when you suggested it."
"I suggested it?" said Horst, he paused, "Oh, yeah, I guess I might have, but it will take more than a couple loads of cum to do that to Ryan."
"Yeah, oh, I think he'll eat more than a few dozen loads. I hope Vin let's me wear Ryan soon, I'm so fucking horny."
"You been popping Viagras too?"
"You know it, my balls are heavy with seed. I may just jerk off on Vinnie after the sedative kicks in."
"You mixed a sedative with Vodka and Viagra?"
"And orange juice, but no worries, it was in one of those time delay capsules, so it shouldn't knock him out for another hour or so. Say, you wanna turn on the balcony camera and watch the show?"
"Sure why not, what's a security system for?" Horst answered.
Ryan was gagging on the taste of the tanning lotion, but he was soon eating another load of Vin's cum. Vin? Now he was thinking of Vinnie as Vin too. Vin the cool guy with the tasty cum. No, no, he would not become a cocksucker. He was sure Vinnie could hear his thoughts, because now Vinnie was imagining strapping Ryan Standish in a Cheerleader's uniform on his knees servicing the Valedictorian as he stood in his robe addressing the school. It was so embarrassing, and so hot. Ryan wished he was the Valedictorian instead of the cheerleader, but hell, he was human at least.