"No more than a couple of weeks, tops," Snake lied to his cousin just after he had terrified Ryan by telling him he intended to keep him a jockstrap on a permanent basis.
He also stifled Ryan's attempts to expose Snake's lies to Vinnie. In their family, he'd always been able to block off his own thoughts from Vinnie. His cousin had some raw talent, but it had gone untrained. So, as Ryan screamed, "He lying to you!" at his cousin, Vinnie didn't pick up any of Ryan's anguish.
"Yell all you want, jockboy," Snake taunted Ryan. "All your yammering won't get you nothing."
"All right," Vinnie relented with misgivings. "You can have him for two weeks, but no more."
"Unless..."
"Unless what?" Vinnie snapped.
"Unless the big jock decides he wants to remain my jockstrap," Snake said.
"Never!" Ryan screamed. "Never. Never. Never. I will never willingly be your jockstrap."
"Easy there," Snake chortled as he felt Ryan hug his "snake" and balls snugly. Ryan had meant to throttle Snake's sensitive parts, but his feeble effort only sent pleasurable sensations through Snake, causing his cock to erect and press against Ryan's pouch face. Ryan wanted to cry. Vinnie had promised him...
"See you, Coz," Snake told Vinnie. "Why don't you go make yourself useful and make sure Mr. Jockstrap's buddies stay out of my hair?"
Vinnie walked out of Snake's room, still not feeling completely on board with leaving Ryan Standish as a jockstrap for the next two weeks. Why did I ever agree to that?
As soon as his cousin left, Snake slipped out of the tight-fitting jockstrap and crumpled Ryan in his fist. "Let's see how you like total sensory deprivation, jockboy," Snake hinted at what was about to come. "By the time I return for you, you'll be begging me to wear you."
"Not a chance in hell," Ryan swore.
"Oh, yeah?" Snake opened an old shoebox and placed Ryan the jockstrap inside it. He then replaced the lid on the shoebox and stuffed it inside his cluttered closet.
Ryan didn't like the darkness. With his limited senses, he could not see anything. "Snake, please, you can't leave me like this!"
Snake cut off his thoughts from the jockstrap. Ryan continued to try to communicate with increasing desperation. "Snake! Snake, come back! Please! Let me out!"
In the end, Snake maintained his silence and Ryan was forced to rest inside the box as an immobile, insensate article of clothing. Minutes dragged into hours until the unfortunate athlete could not tell how long he had been trapped inside a shoebox in Snake's closet.