As Ryan hung there looking at the world through tiedyed, kaleidoscope colored eyes, waiting for the glitter bomb, Cy stopped. He set down the glue and glitter and stared at the rainbow tie dyed jockstrap. He raised his hand to his mouth and gasped, "What am I thinking?"
Then he turned and left Ryan literally hanging.
Ryan felt a level of relief, Cy must've realized that what he was doing to him was wrong. Maybe he was getting some dye remover, or calling Vinnie to come over? Ryan still had a nagging anxiety. The jars of glitter and glue remained a few feet away.
Cy returned with a box rattling like it was full of ball bearings. He opened it up and took out what looked like a staple gun. There were compartments in the box filled with various size beads, most were shiny silver, some were pearl, and a few were colored.
"First, bedazzle, then glitter," said Cy as he aimed the weird gun at Ryan and prepared to load it. He paused unsure which beads to use.
"I could do silver studs only, maybe stars? Or alternating rows or columns of silver studs and pearls on the pouch? Or maybe go for that Cockney Pearlie look with all pearls? Or maybe I should write on the waistband first? Property of Cy? Cy's Jock? Standish brand?" Cy snickered. He picked up a pink bead, put it down, picked up the silver, picked up the pink bead again. He said clearly whispering to himself and totally treating Ryan as a thing, "Cy Owns Ry? Ry heart Cy? Oh, pink triangles and silver stars? Or - I know!"
He turned his back blocking Ryan's view as he loaded the bedazzle gun.
Ryan was pleading, and threatening, and cajoling, but Cy was deaf to him.
"You don't want to do this, Cy! Boyfriend, puhlease, don't! If you do this, Cy, I will never, ever forgive you. When I am human again I will bedazzle you!"
Cy turned and pressed the device up against Ryan's colored fabric body. His other hand stretched the fabric taut.
Click!
Yeow! That hurts, shrieked Ryan's mind. He had been pierced! A sudden horrifying image of Ryan Standish naked tattooed from head to toe with weird piercings all over his body. He would be a freak.
Yeow! Yeow! Yeow!
Cy was on a roll, his fingers moved along Ryan's fabric body keeping it taut and guiding the rapidly firing gun. What was Cy doing to him? He was in agony. Somewhere after the 20th or 30th bead, Ryan zoned out. Every fiber of his jockstrap being seemed to have been pierced. Cy was looking at him smugly or triumphantly? Ryan watched as Cy put the gun away and closed the box of beads. He picked up the glue bottle opened it and began brushing the cool sticky stuff all over Ryan. It covered ever mm of Ryan's outside fabric body, and a little got inside as Cy carefully did the edges. Ryan could feel the glue tightening and getting tacky. Cy checked his watch, tested the glue on Ryan with his finger, and nodded.
"Glitter attack!" Cy shouted, and hurled the open jar of glitter at Ryan. A cloud of spinning gold bits of metal bombarded Ryan. He gagged, he gasped, he tried to escape. Cy moved around him tossing more glitter from different angles to coat Ryan evenly.
At last he stopped. He put the lids on the jars, put everything away. The only thing left to indicate Ryan's torturous ordeal was the massive mess of glitter and beads on the newspapers spread on the floor beneath him.
"I'll lacquer you in the morning. You'll be the best jockstrap at the Club tonight. We might even win the original costume prize." Cy said as he headed up the basement stairs. Click. Slam.
The lights went out. The door closed blocking out the last bit of light. Ryan was alone in the Marquis DeCy's dungeon hanging in midair bettered, beaten and scarred for life. He kept imagining what he must look like now, and what he would look like after Vinnie changed him back. One word haunted his mind. Freak!