Randy awoke suddenly from his dream. He must've gone back to sleep after finishing his new jockstrap. Well, it was a weird dream. He was rock hard. The thought of his jock brother being turned into a real jockstrap was impossible, but at the same so hot. His arrogant bro would have to be humiliated that way before he'd ever apologize like he did in the dream.
His hand reached for his tented rubber pouch, Randy squeezed his member hard through the pouch, and began pumping. Ryan had been dreaming too. He had been human, he had spoken to Randy and apologized, but suddenly, a giant hand grabbed him and crushed him. Randy had become the giant. His perspective shifted. Damn, he wasn't human, he was a jockstrap. Randy was jerking off? No!
Splooge!
Ryan gagged. The gooey .com pumped into his fabric body, but was sea!ed in by the outer layer of rubber. Randy kept pumping, load after load. Ryan was swimming in it, drowning in it.
"Yah, such a hot dream. If only this jockstrap was Ryan?" laughed Randy as he lay back with his hands behind his head. Ryan froze. Ryan had influenced Randy's dream. Just not how he intended. Randy sighed a satisfied sigh. If he falls asleep again? Maybe Ryan can make Randy understand that it's not a dream? He wondered what happened that made Randy think the dream was hot?
Randy closed his eyes and yawned.
In spite of the cooling sticky mess gluing Ryan to his twin brother's manhood, Ryan shouted, "Yes!" It seemed as though he swallowed a mouthful of cum, as he exclaimed. More than a mouthful, more like a bucketful.