Snake stripped naked in the dressing room. He shook the jockstrap to loosen the pouch so he could see Ryan's face on it. Ryan was sobbing.
"Aw, you missed me. Tears of joy no don't doubt that you're going wear you belong forever," snickered Snake softly. He could hear Ryan's agony from all the stitches. The dumb jock wasn't paying attention. Snake wanted Ryan's focus when he stepped into him. The dude was too self absorbed thought Snake, then he snickered, and started to jerk off using Ryan as a cum rag. Snake grinned as soon as Ryan absorbed some of Snake's hot venom, he'd have jock boy's attention.
Actually, as soon as Snake started masturbating, he had Ryan's attention. Ryan's fresh stitches ached worse as they stretched back and forth as Snake rubbed his cock vigorously.
SPLOOGE!
The torture stopped. Warm ointment soaked Ryan's sore muscles and cotton skin. He felt relief. He felt happiness. He felt a little drunk.
Snake grinned like a wolf. Ryan would be begging to be his jockstrap forever. He stepped into Ryan and snapped the jockstrap in place, and admired the new embroidery.
Ryan's attention focused on his reflection in the mirror. His face vanished as Snake's tattooed cock and balls stretched him taut. The serpent coils on Snake's torso and legs matched up with the coils embroidered on Ryan now. On Snake's naked body they culminated in his snake headed cock. Now Ryan was part of the pattern. He was filled with Snake's manhood and cum. He felt content and secure like this was where he belonged. He realized these weren't his own thoughts, they were thoughts Snake was feeding him.
Snake frowned. He muttered, "So close. Well soon."
He dressed, and left wearing Ryan. He didn't think about, or at or even listen to Ryan's thoughts again that day. Ryan needed isolation, tough love, Snake thought it. He had to accept he would never be human again first, then he would be content as Snake's jockstrap. Then if Snake ever decided to make Ryan human again, the grateful idiot would be the perfect obedient slave.
Ryan in the meantime was still aching from his stitches, and trapped with his own thoughts in the dark smelly solitude of Snake's jeans'wrapped crotch.
It would be days before Snake took his jeans off to wash them. He even slept in them. And even when he washed them, he still wore his new jockstrap. Ryan noticed the yellow nylon shorts that Snake was wearing were just like a pair Ryan owned and used to wear.
Snake said in an irritated voice, "Dumb jock these are your shorts. You and I are both wearing your shorts now. This is the only way you'll ever wear them again. You are my jockstrap, no one even remembers now that there ever was a big blond jerk athlete named Ryan Standish."
Snake had heard Ryan's thoughts. Maybe he had been listening the whole time. Ryan felt so violated.
"Not violated, idiot, you're owned. I'd jerk off into you to remind you, but the reason I'm wearing your shorts is Phys Ed is starting soon."
"Hey, Snake, what are you doing by our lockers?" Horst asked as he Carter and a dozen guys came into the locker room. They were all sweaty from their class.
"I was just changing for my PE Class," he answered closing Ryan's locker door, and padlocking it shut.
"But your locker's over there," Carter said pointing toward the far end of the locker room.
"Yeah, but it's busted. Towel boy told me to use this empty one until mine is fixed," lied Snake.
"I don't think that locker's supposed to be empty," muttered Carter.
"Come on, Carter get out of that sweaty gear, and let's get showered " Horst said, he was already naked closing his locker.
"Okay, Horst, but-" Carter shrugged and stripped. Something didn't seem right.
Snake whistled to himself, as he headed out to the field. He passed his cousin Vinnie as he exited.
"Hey, coz, how's it hanging?" Snake asked.
"It's a hot day. I never sweat so much," he sighed.
"Oh, good, I really want to drench my clothes in sweat today, Vin," Snake said.
Vinnie laughed weakly, he was really exhausted. Snake was obviously joking. But he seemed to be serious. Vinnie had the feeling he had forgotten something important. Maybe he'd have time for a memory spell later?
"Early, Tyler?" Coach McGurk asked suspiciously. Jason Tyler was never early.
"I am? Damn, my watch must be busted," Snake said with a shrug.
"Well, let's see if you remembered your jockstrap?" McGurk said reaching up Jason's shorts leg and grabbing the jockstrap leg strap. He pulled hard, and stretched it as far as he could. Snap! Ryan yelped in pain, Jason swallowed his own shout of pain, in spite of the red welt now rising on his thigh.
"Maybe I should just run my laps now?" Snake offered.
'Yeah, you do that. Five laps, and back here for class."
Snake took off running at full steam. It was a hot day, and he did want to saturate Ryan with sweat, but the real reason was to work of his anger. If he didn't Coach McGurk would be covered in festering sores from leprosy, gangrene and extreme athlete's foot. Maybe he would still end up with athlete's foot and jock itch, if he didn't already have them?