Snake pulled on his clothing and headed to the locker room. The football players had their own private weight room. All the walls were mirrored, so they could admire their bodies while they pumped iron. They had all the new equipment, while everyone else had to settle for the grungy old stuff that was in the regular weight room. Football Season was over, and he expected no one to be there. He hoped Ryan could see through the rubber to see where he was and what had become of him. This was the best way to rub it in. He got the locker room entrance. The door was locked, but it had electronic access keypad. Snake closed his eyes and concentrated. He could barely hear Ryan's thoughts through the rubber. They were like molasses in a jar. Stagnant. Snake concentrated on "locker room key code". Slowly the numbers formed in his mind. Good Ryan wasn't completely brain dead.
He keyed in the 10 digit number. The door buzzed open. He repeated this to access the private football players' locker room. He stripped down to the jockstrap and hung his stuff in Ryan's open locker. Then he went to the private weight room, which could only be accessed through the private locker room, and keyed in Ryan's code. He flipped on the lights. The polished chrome gleamed in the LED light. The stuff was better than he had expected. He had only seen it through Ryan's eyes, and Ryan was jaded because he was used to this as his normal. Snake flexed in front of the mirror and stared at the infinite bare butt cheeks and infinite bulging jockstrapped versions of himself that reflected from each mirror into each mirror. There were dozens, maybe hundreds of him and jockstrap Ryan. He grinned.
Eventually, he got into a workout routine pumping iron and working up a sweat. He used the football team's private weight room as his own private weight room in off hours. Most of the players still used it during their physical education period, they didn't want to touch the grungy weights that everyone else had to use. A couple times coach commented that Snake should get a regular cotton jockstrap, but Snake pointed out that the policy manual that coach had given out at the start of the year only stated that each male student must wear a jockstrap during Physical Education Class, but it didn't say what the jockstrap had to be made of.
Best of all , no one seemed to notice that Ryan Standish was AWOL. Snake figured that Vinnie had whammied everyone to forget about Ryan or maybe it was a side effect of the rubberization.