Horst walked back to the sauna after his dip in the hot tub with Ryan. He had a smile on his face after soaking his cotton-bodied jockstrap former friend with a heavy load of his cum.
He had gotten dressed again, but he had pulled off the cum-drenched jockstrap and stuffed him beneath his football cleats and socks in his gym bag until he could get him home and through a cycle in the washer.
Horst chuckled loudly at the image of Carter and Vinnie slumped over in deep sleep in the warm sauna. He slapped Carter's bare shoulder. "Wake up, dude. Time's a'wasting."
He turned to scrawny Vinnie, who was resting face down on the bench and gave him a slap on his buttocks, bare except for the straps of the surrogate jockstrap. "Don't you think we should do something to get Ryan back to normal?"
Vinnie rubbed his eyes and looked down at the jockstrap cradling his cock and balls. "I suppose so," he said with some reluctance."
He tried several times. "I wish Ryan Standish was his former self" didn't work, so he tried "Make Ryan Standish human again," which also produced no results. He tried a few other variants on his wording.
Horst feigned alarm. "Why's nothing happening?"
"I'm not sure," Vinnie said. He tried to re-establish his mental link with Ryan, but the jockstrap remained as silent as any other garment.
"Well, how about you keep working on it?" Horst suggested. "Keep us updated."
"That's it?" Carter asked.
Horst shrugged. "He's going to work on it."
"I will," Vinnie promised. He touched the jockstrap pouch and adjusted himself.
"Please," Vinnie thought. "Answer me, Ryan. You still in there?"
Of course, the jockstrap he wore now had no human sentience, and it had never had any.
Horst's plan had worked far beyond expectations. "It looks like I will get to keep Ryan as my jockstrap for a long, long time," he thought to himself as he continued to express moral support as Vinnie continued different means to restore Ryan.
He thought of all the times that Ryan had asserted his own will to get his way at all times. "Serves you right, you big jerk," Horst said, no longer bothered by an expression of disloyalty to Ryan Standish.