For the next 45 minutes, Ryan was in agony. His brother Randy was wearing him, and he didn't even know it. Randy was running stretching, and doing gawd knows what. With every movement Ryan was sure he'd rip. He was sweating, and Ryan was absorbing every drop of his ball sweat. It was disgusting. He was relieved when the bell rang, Randy would have to take him off to shower. But then McGurk shouted, "Standish, five laps! Now!"
So Ryan cradled his brother's bouncing balls and manhood as the guy jogged around the track.
"I said "RUN", so 5 more laps!" shouted the coach.
Randy snapped back, "You just said laps, you never said, RUN!"
"Make it ten for an even 15!"
Randy sighed and picked up the pace. Ryan was in hell. He was sure Randy had done that on purpose. Ryan remembered how much Randy liked to run and lift weights. He hated interactive sports like baseball or football. And Randy had study hall after physical education, so he had all the time. Bouncing up and down, Ryan could see through the bottom of his brother's shorts leg opening. He saw the mile marker on the track, and counted each time they went by. At last 15, but Randy kept going. Ryan was so wet now from sweat that he couldn't absorb more, droplets were actually dripping from him. On the twentyfifth lap, Randy stopped running. He jogged into the locker room, stripped out of his gear except for his new jockstrap, and strutted toward the sauna and shower room.
The locker room was empty, Randy's class was gone, and the next class was out on the field. Randy stopped to admire his reflection in a full length mirror. Ryan would have admitted his bro looked ripped, if he could have seen anything else except his stuffed pouch. He looked obscene, he was too small to contain Randy's huge manhood. Ryan hated to admit it, but his bro's manhood was thicker and longer than his own, and now it was inside him stretching him to the brink. Randy took photos of himself in the mirror with his smart phone. If Vinnie ever changed him back Ryan could have photographic souvenirs of his adventures as a teenage jockstrap.
Randy went into the sauna and lay down. Ryan sighed more sweat, at least Randy was still. Randy sat up, and flicked on his phone. He was playing a youtube video. The voice started out, "HOT YOGA is best performed in the nude, but can be performed clothed. Today, we will focus on -"
Hot Yoga? Stretching in the sauna? No, puh-lease, no! Screamed Ryan's mind.
It was worse than he had imagined.
After a half hour, Randy finally headed to the showers. He wore Ryan in, and he started to piss. Ryan was soaked with yellow urine. He was screaming. The hot water and soap washed him and Randy clean. Then Randy peeled Ryan off, and blew dry him with a hand drier, and blotted him dry in a towel. Ryan was so relieved, he didn't realize that Randy was putting him back on.
"The piss helped," Randy said to himself, "This jockstrap is starting to look more like it's mine. I cannot wait to get it home to customize it."
Ryan's eyes would have been the size of saucers, if he had eyes still. He recalled how his brother liked to personalize stuff. He had really customized his hockey mask before he'd been thrown off his hockey team. Ryan hadn't really paid attention to Randy's latest jockstrap, but he recalled in middle school that Randy had detailed his jockstrap with permanent markers with snakes, and a tiger and lightning bolts. Oh, shit, Randy was going to do that to him now.
Randy pulled on his jeans , and tossed his boxer briefs into his gym bag. He would be wearing his new jockstrap all the time for at least the next month until it was perfect. Ryan was loathe to think what he would be like in a month. His mind screamed Vinnie! Randy headed to his next class.
Vinnie felt like Ryan was calling for help. It was probably his imagination, but he went ahead after school to collect Ryan from the lost and found bin. Ryan was gone. Vinnie was horrified, what would Horst and Carter do if they found out. As he walked out of the school, Randy Standish pushed passed him, and hopped on his Harley and drove off. Randy would probably pound Vinnie too, if he knew what happened to his brother. Vinnie had no idea that Ryan Standish was under his brother's jeans as Randy rode away.