Cy wasn't sure if he really had scored a jockstrap boyfriend or if it was flashback from the LSD he did last weekend. It was probably the later. Still as he looked at his gym bag, it would be cool if it was a living jockstrap. Too bad it was such a boring looking jockstrap. He couldn't believe Coach McGurk hadn't let him wear his pink metallic g-string.
"It's not a jockstrap! It's not going to protect your groin the way a real jockstrap will. So put this one on, Cyrus!"
Maybe he could dye the jockstrap pink? Or purple? Or blue? Hm? Maybe all three? Tie-Dye would work, and if it was tied with the cum still coating it, the pattern might be even more exotic. Yes, that's what I'll do.
Ry in the meantime was still suffering from his cum intoxication. He wanted to vomit. He couldn't even dry heave. He was jockstrap. He lay in the bag on top of Cyrus' gym clothes. What was wrong with him? He had been the MVP, right? Cy should be sucking his cock or giving him hand jobs, not the other way around. By the time he heard the water running, Cy was home, and preparing a three buckets of dye.
As Cy touch the scummy jockstrap, Ryan thought at him. "Hey, Cy, stop, I'm not really a jockstrap. I'm- glug-glug-glug." Ry was plunged into the first bucket of dye. He realized Cy probably hadn't heard him because, Cy's hands were encased in rubber gloves.
As he lightly dyed the first coat, Cy had another idea. He had a Bedazzler, and some shiny metal might really dress up his new jockstrap. Or maybe he should dye it black, and put metal spikes around the pouch and waistband?