Ryan screamed for a few moments, as his legs wrapped around Snake's waist, as he shrank. Ryan's arms came together like a swimmer about to dive in the pool, then his body arched, and his arms went between Snake's thighs just above the shorts, and connected with the new leather waistband. As his arms fused together, forcing his head to bend back impossibly. His nose was buried in Snake's balls and his mouth kissing the spot right behind where Snake's balls attached to his torso. Ryan wasn't a jockstrap, he was leather thong. His tiny boner stuck out from the waistband just above the pouch, then it became a tag. The tag had an L on one-side, and "Made in USA" .
"You're just how I imagined you should be Thong boy!" Snake chortled gleefully.
Snake laughed as he played with Ryan's tag. Oh gawd, my cock and balls! Shrieked Ryan in silent mental anguish.
"Yeah, Ry, I could rip your tag off, then you'd be as amenable to my wishes as any neutered dog," Jason said smugly. Master Jason. Ryan freaked, Sn- Master Jason was rewriting words in Ryan's mind. " Yeah, we're really connected now, Ry. I can sense you smelling my sweaty balls, and lapping up my sweat, and hoping for a drop of two of cum. Sorry, Ry, but you hungry ass seems to be devouring it all. "
Put-lease master Jason, begged Ryan to no avail.
Snake pulled his shorts up, poured some water on the sauna furnace rocks, then he plopped down on the bench obscuring Ryan Standish's sweaty body imprint. Running feet stopped outside the sauna door. The door opened, Coach Sinclair appeared with a couple boys behind him.
"It sounded like someone screaming in here?" Coach queried looking for evidence of the screamer.
"Nah, coach, just cold water in the hot rocks. I guess maybe it sounded like a shriek, yeah, I bet the empty shower room echoed and amplified that noise."
" Maybe? Yeah, I guess so. " Coach capitulated.
Then, he rallied, "Hey, Jase, why aren't you in class now?"
" It's my study hall period,and I finished all my homework,and Ms. Burton gave me a pass, so I figured I could use a good sweat. It is the school's sauna, not just for football jocks. " Ryan knew that dig was directed at him.