Horst showered and toweled off wearing Ryan the whole time. Unlike Vinnie, Horst was totally deaf to Ryan's thoughts. Ryan was not deaf to Horst's thoughts while Horst was wearing him.
Ryan was horrified at both how happy and horny Horst was now that his big buddy was his tiny jockstrap. Ryan strained against Horst's swelling cock. The football player's jeans bulged, but Horst didn't care. He was wearing Ryan and would wear him all weekend, maybe all week. At least until Vinnie figured out how to change Ryan back, Ryan would be Horst's lucky jockstrap. And after two or three dozen loads of Horst's cum, Horst figured Ryan would not only be his friend, but his cocksucking friend with benefits. Horst chuckled to himself. Ryan was screaming in fury, but Horst was oblivious.
Before he went home, Horst pounded on the sauna door, and waited until he saw Carter sit up, stretch and yawn. Then he went home.
He was just so happy. Ryan couldn't help but be caught up in Horst's good mood. It was weird. He was an unwilling, stolen jockstrap being worn by a guy who envisioned Ryan as his personal cock sucker, but he was happy. At least Horst had some sort of perverse love for him.
Horst headed straight home. Did his homework, had dinner with his family. It was all so painfully normal. Half the time, Horst sported boners inside Ryan. Ryan was painfully aware of Horst's hard on. He wondered if Horst normally popped boners this much, or if it was because he was wearing Ryan.
After dinner, Ryan heard Horst lock his bedroom door. He prepared for another jerk off session. He wasn't sure what Horst was thinking because Horst was focused on some old songs that kept playing in his mind. DePeche Mode's Master and Servant, and Animotion's Obsession preoccupied Horst and Ryan's attentions. But on deeper level, Horst was absorbing Ryan's essence subconsciously, and any idea of ever taking his new lucky jockstrap off was rapidly becoming remote.
Horst opened his nightstand drawer it was filled with his old jockstraps. He kept them to jerk off in, but he wouldn't be needing them anymore- at least not for a week or two when Vinnie figured out how to change Ryan back.
Ryan seemed to relax and feel happier as he thought of remaining Horst's jockstrap for a couple more weeks. Then he noticed the jockstraps that Horst was packing up. Horst always personalized his jockstraps. Bold marker filled the waistband of the jockstrap on top. The two inch high, half inch thick, black lettering was shaped like lightning bolts and spelled out simply "HORST". Horst put it in a box. The one beneath it had elaborate Greek keys decorating the waistband around a long rectangle filled with Greek Shaped English lettering which read "Property of Horst". The leg straps were also Greek Key motif. The pouch had a Medusa head drawn on it. Horst glanced down at his current unmarked jockstrap. He needed to do something special for Ryan.
The thought of being prrsonalized broke Ryan's perfect revelry. How could he want to spend another minute as Horst's jockstrap, let alone another couple weeks? "Until Spring Break, maybe" leaked from Horst's mind into Ryan's.
No, no,NO! screamed Ryan's mind.
Horst loaded all the jockstraps into the shoebox and put the lid on it. Then he put it on a shelf in his closet.