Tony whistled as he stripped down to his new jockstrap.He
Rafe tossed his gym clothes in his locker and headed to the showers. He asked Tony, "Since when do you wear your jockstrap in the shower?"
Tony replied, "I don't, but I'm not going to shower yet."
Rafe shrugged. Tony Dante walked toward the toilet stalls. Rage couldn't hear Ryan as pleaded, cajoled and threatened Tony. He knew what Tony was planning to do. It was bad enough having Vinnie's and Tony's sweaty junk inside him, but there was no way he was going to be Tony's cum rag. Tony was rock hard by the time he reached the farthest toilet stall. Ryan's rambling words physically and mentally stimulated Tony.
It only took a few gigs to blow Tony's load. Ryan was soaked. Tony started tugging again. Ryan redoubled his protests. After the third load, Ryan was sobbing.
Tony peeled Ryan off, and held the twisted soggy but of fabric up to his lips, and whispered. If you want more, you know where to find me. He waddled up the cum drenched soiled jock into a ball and tossed it into the dirty laundry bin. It would end up in the lost and found eventually. Soon 50 wet towels buried Ryan. With all that weight on him Ryan couldn't make himself bigger. He just sobbed and swallowed at his predicament.
At the end of the next period, the dirty towel bin was full. A staff member wheeled the bin into the laundry room and emptied its contents including Ryan into the commercial washing machine. Soon Ryan was swimming in hot water, detergent and bleach. He wanted to retch. At least he was clean. Then he was dumped into the commercial dryer. So hot. So dizzy.
At last the towels were being folded for use by future classes, and Ryan was found and separated from the towels. He was stiff and tired. Ryan tried to concentrate on being human, but he couldn't even manage to embed his face on the pouch. He was so sore and tired. He slept.