Horst say down at his desk wearing old his new plain jockstrap. From memory he sketched Ryan's face on the pouch of a jocktrap. Then he sketched a half dozen more. Ryan was bored trapped in the chair under the desk, so he let his mind touch Horst's again. Happiness, anticipation and the desire to own Ryan Standish overwhelmed Ryan with a sea of Horst's emotions.
Ryan didn't know if his mental contact triggered it, but Horst got up from his desk taking a jerk off break, he lay down and began massaging his jockstrap pouch. Soon Ryan was absorbing another load. Ryan felt calmer, more at ease and somehow satisfied as Horst resumed sketching. Ryan reestablished contact.
It took a.minute after contact for Ryan to see through Horst's eyes. He stared at the sketches. Damn, was that what he looked like now? Yeah, it was, he had seen his reflection in the mirror. He sighed as Horst put the block letters on one drawings waistband "Pwned by HORST", then he noticed that one had written in script "Property of Horst" on its waistband, and another was covered with huge colored in block letters the whole width of the waistband HORST. Another had "property of written" on one leg strap, and "horst" on the other leg strap. The waistband was decorated with elaborately detailed patterns. It was too detailed for a jockstrap. Not just the waistband but most of the edge of the pouch, and there was some black marker on the pouch. A tear near Ryan's mouth, which Ryan suddenly realized wasn't a tear but was drool or leaking cum. Ryan wished it were a tear. How long had he been brooding under the desk? It must've taken sometime for Horst to draw all that. He had to admit Horst was a fine artist. Now Horst had taken the detailed jockstrap sketch, set it next to a blank sheet.
Horst began sketching. This time instead of a jockstrap, he sketched a man facing forward and then two alternate side views. On the side view of one leg, Horst wrote "Property of" in the same style as on the jockstrap. He wrote, "Horst" down the other leg. They were like tattoos.
Ryan realized that the vague male sketches were of him. Horst was hoping that whatever he marked Ryan with as a jockstrap would become permanent tattoos when Vinnie changed Ryan back.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, sobbed Ryan as he saw his body tattooed all over. Then he selected one of the simpler sketches of a jockstrap. Stylized racing flames lapped up his thighs and framed Ryan's ass cheeks. "HORST" was written between the framing flames with the HO on one butt cheek, and the ST on the other. The R connected the two cheeks with a leg on each butt cheek. It did look cool, or would if it wasn't Ryan's body.
Horst did a few more jockstraps and tattooed body sketches. Then he pinned them up in a row on his wall, pouch above, corresponding tattooed Ryan below. It was like an art show. Surely, Horst wouldn't show these to Carter or Vinnie. Was it a private show for Horst then or whom else?
Horst stood up and walked over to first drawing. The pair were at crotch level.
"Hey, Ryan, I know you're conscious. A few times when certain things were said, like you might be a jock for weeks - I mean jockstrap before you become a human jock. Anyway, when that's said you tighten up. So I guess you get tense or excited you tighten up. I hope it's because you're excited and not upset, but it really doesn't matter. Whichever pair of sketches makes you tighten up the most is how I will illustrate/ personalize my new jockstrap. If I'm right they will translate to tattoos, IF or when Vinnie changes you back."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, not so tight, you haven't even seen all of them, Champ," laughed Horst.