Friday after the last bell, the school cleared out quickly. Cy checked any and all places he thought he might find Vinnie, but his attempts made no headway.
As he walked down a deserted corridor, he lightly put it to the anxious jockstrap that Vinnie, perhaps, might not be immediately accessible. As he rounded a corner, he came across one of the school's two janitors mopping a floor and was obliged to make a detour.
"Can't you keep looking a little longer," Ry asked, Cy's flaccid cock at rest in his fabric pouch and the straps hugging the lithe youth's glutes.
"I don't know Vinnie all that well," Cy responded as he walked back down the hall away from the mopping janitor. "What can you tell me about him?"
Ry considered. "He's not really into sports that much, but he's been team manager for the football team, so he's good with stats..."
Cy suppressed a groan. "Ry, that's not much to go on," he chided with some gentleness.
"I hardly knew the geek," Ry snapped. "So sue me!"
Ry detected the swirl of rising anger. He had become tuned to Cy's thoughts and emotions and picked up when they veered into unanticipated areas. "You're really good with the name calling, huh?" Cy asked.
Ry did his best to rustle his cotton pouch, giving a soft squeeze to Cy's heavy ball nestled in the bottom of the pouch. "I'm sorry," he said. "It's just, this is scary as hell! Don't be mad at me, Cy."
Cy felt Ry's entire cotton form flex around his balls, which caused his soft cock to harden. "A little less name calling, Ry," Cy warned. "You really don't want to piss off the only person besides this Vinnie guy that knows what has happened to you."
Ry's motions around his cock and balls ceased abruptly. Cy reached out tentatively and picked up the fear and anxiety. He even caught a stray mental image in Ry's mind of Cy's hand crumpling him up and dropping him in one of the big dumpsters out back of the school.
"Ry, I'd never do that to you!" Cy promised, softening toward the quivering assembly of cotton fabric and elastic straps holding the consciousness of a teenager much more complicated than Cy had dared to expect in his more outlandish fantasies.
Ry hated feeling vulnerable and helpless. He hated being dependent on Cy. "No more names," he said. "I swear."
Cy smiled. "Look, I don't think Vinnie's here," he said. He pushed ahead when he felt Ry start to protest. "Look, you can go home with me. At least you'll be safe and have some good company."
Ry heard Cy's mental laughter. "At least I hope you're thinking I am good company."
"Yes, you're the best, Cy," Ry said quickly.
"You may be a jockstrap, but you'll be my guest for the next three days. Maybe we can watch a movie?"
"Have you seen the latest Batman?" Ry asked, choosing not to dwell on trying to watch a movie without eyes but with his other new senses weirdly compensating.
Cy groaned. "Not a DC fan! I was hoping we could have a Thor marathon. Chris Hemsworth's so hot!"
Ry did a mental roll of his eyes as he felt Cy's cock twitch at the thought of a shirtless Thor. Actually, he enjoyed the feeling as Cy's cock hardened and pushed against the confines of Ry's fabric pouch body.
"All right," Ry relented. "I'm your guest, so we will watch what you want to watch."
Cy smiled, already excited about spending the weekend with a boyfriend, even if he was a mere jockstrap at the moment. As they exited the school, they missed the shouts of the angry janitor who caught Vinnie walking down the mopped corridor toward the locker rooms.