Tony bicycled straight from school to his job at the embroidery shop. There were two dozen letterman jackets to embroidered the baseball team.
His boss came in while Tony was working, and said, "Tony, I'm closing up the shop and going to the bank. You've got a few hours worth of work. When you're done, leave the completed order on the shelf, turn out the lights, and lock up. You remember the alarm code?"
" Yes, Mr. Belnades, 696911, just like the moon landing. "
"That's right. Thanks, Tony and have a good night."
He worked hard for about another hour. Then he stopped and laughed.
"Ryan Standish? Somehow, it seems wasteful to embroider a jacket that he will never wear," Tony laughed and snapped the jockstrap waistband, " Right, jockboy? "
"Aw, I thought you forgot about me, Tone. Now you finish embroidering my name on my jacket, and when I change back we will all have nice laugh about this."
" a might sure of yourself, jockboy? " Tony said grinning down at the stretched elastic band in his hand, "aren't you?"
Ryan didn't feel so sure, but he couldn't let Tony know that.
"Hey, Tony, it's me your quarterback and star pitcher Ryan Standish. I'm not really a jockstrap."
Tony snorted. He unbuckled his belt, and pulled off his jeans. The backroom of the shop was windowless, but we'll lighted. Tony walked over to a full length mirror and stood in front of it.
"Hm, I see Tony Dante wearing a jockstrap. Don't see Ryan Standish. Just an ordinary jockstrap. See!"
" Tony, I see and you can hear me. You know I'm Ryan Standish! "
"Yeah, but that's the sweetest part. No one else will recognize you, because no one else can hear you. No one but you and me will know that I own you."
" Wait. What about the team? I'm the first string pitcher. What will you do without me? "
"Uh, I won't be the second string pitcher, I'll be the first string pitcher. And since I will be wearing you, you'll still get to pitch."
"You bastard!"
" you have no idea, Ryan. First off, the star pitcher shouldn't be stuck with an ordinary jockstrap. Fortunately, I have access to custom embroidery equipment. Now I'll embroider your waistband "Property of Tony Dante" with a snake swallowing its own tail beneath it, and my jersey number on the pouch, and maybe something on the legstraps? I don't have to do it all tonight. "
"Whu-"
Tony didn't hear whether Ryan was exclaiming "Wait!" or asking, " What? "
He peeled off the jockstrap and carried it over to the embroidery machine. Tony was named from the waist down. His big cock flopped as He walked to the machine holding Ryan in front of him. He was wearing protective gloves on his hands, so while he still controlled Ryan, the jockstrap was rendered dumb. Ryan concentrated on changing back into a man, but being stretched between Tony's hands seemed to interfere with that. The needle pierced him, Ryan shrieked. It was so fast and so painful. He barely remembered he had been human. The pain of the moving needle overwhelmed his senses. He wasn't aware of anything but the blinding pain until he felt his pouch swell with Tony's hardening cock. Tony was completely naked except for the now personalized jockstrap.
Ryan stared in horror, and wondered what the embroidery would look like after he changed back. Would it be a tattoo across his chest, or back or forehead?
Tony laughed and shook his head, "Dude, get it through your tiny pouch, you ain't ever changing back. Leastways not until after baseball season. I do like the way it turned out. Still need to embroider the snake, but that requires the other machine. I am going to finish up the jackets, even one for you because while you may not wear it, you will still be on the team. On the team's pitcher's waist to be precise."
Ryan stared at the two lines of written script embroidered to his flesh.
"Property of Tony Dante," read the top line.
"jock strap formerly known as Ryan Standish," was the second line . A snake would be embroidered over it, but Ryan would always know what was seen to his being underneath it.
Wearing only Ryan, Tony resumed embroidering the team letterman jackets. An hour and a half later, Tony was drenched in sweat, as was Ryan. The jackets were neatly stacked on the shelves, and Tony sat down and stretched out on the leather couch by the wall.