Snake exited the sauna and sauntered over to his locker, and started to change. He peeled off his shorts, and hung them in his locker. The locker room was empty, it would be at least 20 minutes before anyone entered again.
He squeezed off another load while lying on the locker room bench. Then he stood and stretched again. He turned, and thought at Ryan what's your locker combo? You may answer.
Master Jason, it's left 25, right 16 and left 7.
Snake smiled as he opened Ryan's locker. He deftly shoved everything into Ryan's gym bag and zipped it shut. As he headed back to his own locker with Ryan's gym bag full of Ryan's stuff draped across his shoulder, he walked straight toward one of the locker room mirrors.
Ryan saw his reflection. He had assumed that he was a beige thong or white. The reflection revealed a golden brown leather thong with brightly dyed embossed leather snakehead and body with the body going up to decorate the waistband with the long snake body entwining itself, then coming back to the pouch with the snake tail disappearing into the string of the thong. Over the snake between the ascending body was embroidered in black thread, "Property of Jason Tyler."
Ryan was shocked and awed.
Jason paused in front of the mirror. He whispered, "Note the detail on the back." He turned at an angle so a bit of the pouch showed in the mirror along with part of his back. The string that was visible was embroidered with snake scales like a tail. The tail came up the waistband went behind the intertwining snake body, and ended by coming over the top of the body and forming a spiral.
Yeah, I hope when you become human that you keep you skin keeps the deep golden tan color. It will really make your blue eyes and blond hair standout. And if the conditioning works really well, you should also get a nice full body tattoo.
Snake grinned and continued on to his locker. He'd sort through Ryan's stuff later. He shoved Ryan's bag into an empty army duffel bag that he had stashed in his locker earlier. He pulled on his jeans.
You're not going to shower! Uh, Master Jason? Balked Ryan.
Silence, thought Snake flicking the pouch with his index finger. He buttoned his fly, finished dressing, took his duffel bag, and headed to -