Horst was excited he was hosting tonight's Jock Party in Ryan's absence. See, during March Madness, the football team gets together wearing only their jockstraps to drink beer and eat snacks and watch basketball. Normally, while it moved around from player to player's house, the team captain Ryan organized it. Tonight Ryan wasn't in a position to host, but he would be there thought Horst with a chuckle.
He extracted piping hot Ryan from the dryer as he stood naked in the laundry room.
His mother was spending the weekend at her sister's, and Horst's father and brother were camping. He had the house to himself. Of course, this week's jock party was supposed to be at Ryan's. While Ryan had churning, spinning and suffering bleach burns in the washing machine, Horst had broadcast texted the team about the new plans. He replied to their response texts. Where's Ryan? He can't make it, jock party in my basement. Horst kept it vague. Carter phoned him
"Dude, I thought you were going to cancel tonight! And a jock party, when our bud is Vinnie's jockstrap?"
"Dude, continuing the jock party is a tradition, besides you really wanna watch March Madness alone, besides we don't want the team mates to suspect that anything happened to Ryan," replied Horst, "but you're right it doesn't feel right to have the party without Ryan. I'll invite Vinnie to wear him over. Maybe all the jock energy will help him change Ryan back?"
"Seriously?"
"Yeah, seriously. Now you invite a few of your nerdling buds from the chess team too and Vinnie won't seem out of place."
"What? Horst are you crazy?"
"Just do it! I got an idea. Maybe if the brainiacs get a little drunk, we can ask them hypodermically speaking how you might change a jockstrap back into a human? Maybe their brainstorming and our jock energy will help Vinnie do it?"
"It's hypothetically, not hypodermically. Well, okay? But won't Vinnie still be wearing Ryan if he changes back? How will that work?"
"We will just have to wait and see. The dryer just buzzed, my jockstrap is done. I do love a tight toasty warm jockstrap wrapped around my-"
"Don't talk that way! If Vinnie hears that, he may think that way too, and never change Ryan back," whined Carter.
"Yeah?" Said Horst softly. He added, "See you soon, Carts." Then he hung up, and ran to the laundry room.
"Yes, toasty!" Horst exclaimed holding the jockstrap up by his thumbs. He stared at the crumpled empty pouch. It moved. He could make out Ryan's beleaguered face. Defeat looked good on Ryan. Horst stepped in to the hot jockstrap, and snapped it around his waist. It had definitely shrunk. With the added holes and loose threads, and tighter fit, everyone would assume it was one of Horst's old straps. Vinnie wouldn't recognize Ryan either. Vinnie.
Horst dialed Vinnie.
"Hey, Vin, dude. How's it coming?"
"Well, Carter thought you and Ryan could join us for our regular Jock Party. It's just a few guys who get together to watch the March Madness-the basketball tourney-"
"I know what March Madness is, Horst."
"Anyway it's at my basement tonight. If you come Ryan will be with his buds, and maybe he will let you change him back."
"You think Ryan is staying a jockstrap on purpose?"
"Maybe not consciously, but the dude really is terrified of Stacey, and he failed her."
"Hm. Maybe? Okay, I'll come."
Click.
Horst grinned, and squeezed is already tight pouch. As he cock tented the pouch, one of the corners tore an a quarter inch away from the strap.
Unconscious Ryan was thrust back into his living nightmare by the sudden pain. Horst was so startled by Ryan's mental scream that he blew his load.
"Oh, damn, and just after I washed you. Better get you dried up before the people start arriving," said Horst as he plodded to the bathroom and fished out a blow dryer from the cabinet.
The hot air blasted soggy defeated Ryan. He was disoriented, and beaten. Horst enjoyed the mopey silence radiating from the former stud.
A sudden thought and panic seized Ryan's mind, and Horst's pouch tightened on it's own. Horst grinned wider.
"Horst, who's coming over? Who did you tell?"
"The team, Vinnie and some of Carter's nerd buddies," Horst said. He could feel Ryan's panic increase when he said team. Let him sweat - no he can't sweat, but he could soak up sweat. Horst cranked the basement thermostat up to 90 degrees.