Snake jogged back from his laps drenched in sweat. So was Ryan, Snake realized that the dumb jock still didn't get it. He needed to be reminded that he was a thing now that's sole purpose was to have real men's cocks knee him.
As he joined the rows of 50-60 guys for calisthenics, Coach shouted to him.
"Jason, mind helping out? Do the jockstrap check for me today," Coach McGurk said.
Snake was immediately incensed, but he suddenly saw this humiliation as possibly his break through opportunity with Ryan.
"Sure, coach!"
He pulled on his own jockstrap, so it stuck above his shorts waistband. Now Ryan could see, and Snake cast his spell.
"See I got mine, now to check yours."
The first strap he touched, Ryan's mind spun like it was going down the tubes at the water park. Suddenly, he had two different guys' cocks in him. As Snake touched or snapped each classmate's jockstrap, it was added to Ryan's growing collective consciousness. Ryan was heady from feeling, tasting, and smelling all the different cocks and balls filling him. He could hear their thoughts too, but it was like everyone was talking at once. It hurt his head. He found he could tune out some of the noise if he focused on one person.
"All jocks accounted for, coach," Snake said, lamenting that the spell would break in about 50 minutes when the guy's removed their jockstraps breaking skin contact. He needed someone who would wear his jockstrap all day, maybe longer. He said, "Wait coach, I forgot to check one jockstrap."
" Well, check it now, Jason! "
"Yes sir!"