Ryan Standish tossed and turned in his sleep. Nightmares of Snake turning him into a jockstrap for the rest of his life haunted nearly every moment. The buzz of his alarm awoke him, Ryan reached and discovered the clock was out of reach, he swung his legs out of bed, and tripped over his underwear which was around his ankles. Ryan stood up, his head and muscles ached. He must've drank too much, he felt like he was suffering from the mother of all hangovers. He pulled the snakeskin thong up, and walked over to his desk where his alarm was buzzing. The thong strap slipped into Ryan's butt crack as he walked back to bed and gave him a severe wedgy. A voice echoed in his head. It was Snake's voice.
"Standish, as soon as I get off you, you'll be on your knees begging me, and then you'll be hack around my little snake and balls forever. Believe me, I will make you regret every minute more that you wear me!" The voice paused as if thinking. Then it continued in a more gentle tone, "If you take me off now, I promise to be gentle with you." The gentle tone sounded particularly insincere coming from Snake, and Ryan shivered, as images of Jason's true intentions leaked into Ryan's mind. Apparently, the mind is harder to shield when one is an article of clothing.
Strangely some of Jason's ideas are making Ryan horny. Yawning he sits on his bed listening to the radio as he absentmindedly began to scratch his nuts. Soon he was half-asleep, but his hand was still busy. Suddenly, Ryan was pulled into consciousness by a terrified scream echoing in his brain. It was followed by a slurping sound, a grunt of disgust, and a few minutes later his leather thong began to contract and expand all on its own attempting to milk Ryan dry.
"Hungry, Jason?" Ryan asked petting his leather pouch. He was surprised that in spite of cumming moments ago it was now perfectly dry.
"Yeah, what of it? When you were strapped to me, I at least kept you well fed, and I like big breakfasts. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day," whined Jason as he began to vigorously work Ryan's nuts.
Ryan barely made it to class on time that morning. He looked wasted with dark circles under his eyes. He never cum seven times in a row before. At least Jason was being quiet now. Sleeping off his heavy breakfast probably, thought Ryan. He was upset with Jason, but pleased that he'd been able to perform so outstandingly. The morning was fairly uneventful, except for a few embarassing bouts of yawning.
It was about 11:30 am that Ryan felt some movement in his loins. He heard a half asleep voice ask, "When's lunch?" The thong began to clench his nuts. Ryan bit his lip and started a cold sweat, as against his will his cock rose in response to the supple leather massaging it. The teacher set the blank blue book down in front of him. How was he supposed to take a test with Jason milking him dry.
Awake now, the mindvoice of Jason chuckled. "Ryan, I'm not called Snake because of my tatoo. I got the tatoo because I was called Snake. They started calling me snake in primary school cause I'd devour my food whole, and someone started the rumor that I'd swallowed the class' missing hamster alive. It wasn't. I skinned it first...heh heh, just kidding."
"You may begin now," said the teacher.
Ryan moaned involuntarily as he began to feed Jason again. Thinking about math problems, Ryan forced himself to open the blue book and looked at the exam paper. Oops, this wasn't math class, it was biology, and the test was on mating habits and reproduction!
"Aha!" thought Jason loudly as he latched on to the fact that the human prostate could used to sexually stimulate men by tactile stimulation. Instantly, Ryan to his horror felt the pouch pull his cock forward as the the thong's strapped started to burrow into his anus. Ryan was getting screwed. He struggled through the blue book barely finishing when the bell rang. He was sweaty haggard-looking and walked like he'd pulled a groin muscle or something.
Ryan sat down to eat his lunch when he heard a voice say, "Feed me!" Visions of Audrey in Little Shop of Horrors immediately sprang to mind. Sitting hunched over and trying to surpress his moans, Ryan came three more times as he devoured his lunch. Horst and Carl figured he was embarrassed about having been used as a jockstrap, so they gave him his space.
Somehow or other Ryan made it through the rest of the week. In the weeks that followed, his body adapted to the demands of Jason's appetite and he was cumming 10-12 times a day. Jason's attitude toward Ryan seemed to change too. He started teaching Ryan different flirting and foreplay techniques for scoring with women. He helped Ryan with his weight training, and already Ryan's abs were starting to look more defined. He dropped his body fat percentage to around 7%, and discovered that he was now perpetually horny.
Ryan and Jason started to share pleasant dreams. Jason's desire to enslave and dehumanize Ryan seemed to have disappeared. Ryan's big trip to Florida was coming up, and he secretly packed a set of clothes for Snake in his bag. He recalled his own horror at being living underwear, but in spite of enjoying Jason's current form, he felt guilty about keeping him. Jason seemed to have reformed, so it was only fair that Ryan let him re-form into a man again.
Horst and Carl head out to the beach, Ryan tells them he'll join them later. He lays out Snake's blue jeans, leather jacket and a new jockstrap still in the box. Then he strips and walks around the room for a few minutes, before he gets his nerve up. Jason was well fed this morning, and seems to be sleeping it off. Ryan slowly slips the thong off, and lays it gently on the bed. Then he watches as it slowly begins to twist and turn of its own volition, and begins to grow. Ryan has never felt more naked than now and he pulls on a pair of baggy swim trunks to cover his growing erection.
Ryan stares wide eyed as the snakeskin thong grows into a six foot tall strapping young man with a tattooed snake decorating his body.
"Jaso--uh, Snake, I brought your clothes for you," Ryan said pointing. Even naked Snake had a bearing that intimidated Ryan.
He rose slowly from the bed testing his muscular legs for the first time in months. He smiled at Ryan, and said, "Thanks, Standish. Not many guys would have given me back my humanity." He walked over to Ryan placed both hands on Ryan's shoulders and kneed him in the groin. As Ryan's mouth gaped open as he doubled over in pain, Jason's thumbs slid Ryan's trunks down to his ankles. Without changing his inflection one bit, Jason continued, "Most guys wouldn't have been that stupid!"