The second to the last day before Spring Break, Snake had arranged to meet Ryan after school. Since Ryan normally drove to school, and he wouldn't be driving home after school, he asked Snake to take him to school. Snake replied, "Take the bus, pussy boi."
"Yes, sir."
Click.
Ryan took the bus to school.
He was thrilled as ever when Snake wore him for physical education. It was odd though, usually he could read Snake's thoughts, but today they seemed shrouded. Ryan admired at the buff god that Snake had become under his weeks of training with Ryan. The old Snake was a buff stud, the new one was a toned god. Usually, Snake would put Ryan in a private place to change back, or he would wear Ryan to showers, and he would change back there, but today, Snake wadded up Ryan and shoved him into one of Snake's sneakers. He closed the locker, and headed to the showers.
It was at least 15 minutes before Ryan heard Snake's voice again. Snake shouted, "Thanks, coach."
Then Ryan could hear Snake dressing, and closing his locker. Instead of opening the locker where Ryan was wadded up, Snake walked away. Ryan heard the next class come in, change and leave. He sat in dark stinky darkness, and waited. Just before the next passing bell, Snake opened his locker and retrieved his jockstrap from his shoe. It was all puffy. He frowned.
"Bad, pussy boi, I told you not to change. The flesh tone face on the jockstrap pouch whined, "I'm sorry, sir."
Snake sighed, "Well, we'll work on you holding your shape during Spring Break."
"I thought you forgot about me," half sobbed Ryan.
Snake laughed, "Never. Coach approved me for a Sport, so I was the office getting my schedule changed."
Before Ryan could ask what sport, Snake wadded him up and shoved him into his front pocket. He walked out to behind the bleachers. He smoked a joint. Dumped Ryan's street clothes in a heap, then took the wadded up jockstrap out of his pocket and tossed it on the grass. Ryan had completely reverted to jockstrap form even though he wasn't being worn. He just was so close to his master's sweet smelling crotch that he assumed his true and proper shape. He was in no position to ask Snake anything. Only about 3/4ths of an inch in length of the joint remained, as the former quarterback finally started to puff out.
"I'll leave this for you, Ryan, as your reward. Smoke it," ordered Snake.
He set it on a brick, and then picked through Ryan's clothing. He pulled out Ryan's lucky boxer briefs. He had told Ryan to wear them, and the obedient pussy boy had done just that. Snake wanted a trophy from the former school stud, and this would be it. Ryan only thought his master wanted to have something from him. Ryan expected that Snake would wear his jockstrap under those shorts for the Spring Break on a Miami beach.
The rest of the day Ryan wondered whether he would need to change his schedule so that Snake could wear him during his new Sport. Was it wrestling? Gymnastics? Baseball - nah, he was on the baseball team, and they both couldn't be on the field separately, could they? Maybe-
"Standish, what are you doing out here?" demanded Coach McGurk, "I got a call from the principal that you missed your last class, and she wanted to- well, it's almost time for your next class."
"Oh, I'm sorry sir, I was free last period, or I guess it was the period before, and I came out here to take a nap and I overslept-"
"Yeah, overslept," Coach McGurk said staring right at the joint stub between Ryan's index and middle finger. "Just be clean when you get back from Spring Break, we're going to drug test all the athlete's the first week you come back. Now get to class."
Ryan was slightly buzzed. He stomped out the stub, and headed to class. It was the last class of the day. In an hour, Snake would pick him up. He'd have to warn Snake about the drug tests.
Snake was excited when he picked Ryan up after school on his motorcycle. It was the first time that Snake had let Ryan ride on the motorcycle as a human being instead of as a jockstrap. Ryan was bit awkward.
"Just get on behind me, jock boy," said Snake, "and put your arms around my waist."
"Where are we going?" Ryan asked.
"Spring break," was his answer.
"Wait, I thought we were going Monday?"
"Whatever. I'm going now, and you're coming with."
"But I need to pack."
"You're already overdressed, pussy boi."
Ryan rolled his eyes, and licked his lips. Yeah, of course, Snake would wear Ryan all week, so Ryan didn't really need to pack a thing. He started to get hard thinking about it.
Snake felt Ryan's big cock tent behind him. He almost snapped at Ryan, but instead smiled. It might be the last time the big lug got hard, if everything went as planned. He was going to get Ryan to change into a Speedo, and then Snake was going to wear him to Spring Break. Only Snake was going to wear Ryan every hour of Spring Break, and then for the remaining 2.5 months of the school year. Coach McGurk had approved Jason Tyler as a member of the swim team. All those workout sessions, and studies of Ryan's swim techniques had paid off. And with Ryan as his Speedo, Snake would have Ryan's moves and rhythm. And the blond boy was getting annoying the way he mooned over Snake, so he was going to be a Speedo permanently. If he ever did need to take Ryan off after this, well, he had that covered too. He had gotten a special locking fabric press that his had wired to an earphone, so the press panels worked like sound boards. He'd play his slave boy playlist with messages about "It is Snake's Property. It is a Speedo. It will only ever be Snake's Speedo. It is lucky to be worn by Snake. It needs to be worn by Snake...etc, and with musical interludes of Depeche Mode's Master and Servant, Nine Inch Nails' Closer and Hole, and more of the same.
Yeah, he was going to let Ryan have his boner. He might even let him cum. Snake smiled, and bug splattered on his teeth. His generous mood left him. He was going to get changed into his new Speedo soon. There was not going to be a Ryan Standish anymore, only Snake's Speedo. Now Snake was rock hard...