Cy woke from the sluggishness of a nap. He lacked any initial awareness of how long he had been asleep, only that his body had enjoyed the nap after his intense jerk-off session into Ry the jockstrap.
That same jockstrap now felt crusty from all the dried cum. Cy started to slip the jockstrap from his lean form when a bright glow appeared in the middle of the room.
"...the hell?" Cy yelped in surprised and watched as the glow coalesced into a tenuous astral form that looked a lot like...
"Vinnie?" Cy spoke aloud.
Skinny Vinnie smiled and pulled himself together, hugging himself tightly until his physical form manifested itself in the Jones' living room. "I've been looking for him," Vinnie said, his gaze falling onto the rather sorry-looking jockstrap hugging Cy's package. Vinnie smiled. "How have you liked it, Ryan?"
Cy and Vinnie waited for... something... anything... but no response came. The jockstrap dozed in contentment, warmed by Cy's cock and balls.
"What you do to him?" Vinnie asked accusingly.
"Nothing," Cy retorted immediately. "We just fooled around and he stopped communicating with me."
Vinnie reached out and touched the pouch of the jockstrap. "Hey!" Cy objected to Vinnie's betrayal of personal boundaries.
Vinnie shrugged off the feeble protest. "I'm serious. There's nothing in there... it might as well be a real jockstrap."
Cy's eyes narrowed. "Are you still trying to bust Ry's balls or something? Just change him back already." But, as Vinnie's comment rang in his ears, he flashed back to earlier... on the sofa, rubbing his junk through Ry's cotton form. "Will you just shut up and act like a real jockstrap?" Cy heard himself snap in distracted irritation at Ry.
"Oh fuck..." Cy muttered.
"What?" Vinnie asked.
"I don't see why it should have mattered, but this might have happened because of something I said."
Vinnie nodded. They were getting somewhere. "Well? What did you say?"
"I just wanted to get off," Cy explained defensively. "And... I sort of told Ry to shut up and act like a real jockstrap."
"And you were both...connected?"
"Yes. We were definitely...connected."
Vinnie inhaled sharply. "This is not good."
"What's not good?"
"Ryan has a very weak self identification at the moment," Vinnie explained. "You sort of... I guess hypnotized him for want of a better word... into thinking he's a ordinary jockstrap."
"But you can fix him?"
Vinnie frowned and shook his head. "I don't think so. I think..."