Once Lou got home he proceeded to move quickly and quietly to his room. He had noticed that Vincent's car wasn't here, but with his big brother you could never be to careful. 'Especially when I'm going to be taking something that might be his,' he thought while giving a mental shrug.
He proceeded to take off his baseball pants followed by the jockstrap, which was still sitting nice and snug on him. He quickly grabbed a pair of pants, forgoing underwear for the sake of speed, and got dressed. Once done he left his room to go and find his Grams. Thankfully, that turned out to be a quick search as she seemed to be doing another load of laundry.
"Hey Grams, I'm back and we won," Lou said with a smile.
"Well done, Lou. I see you have your uniform with you, why don't we toss that in we these clothes and get them all done at once?" She looked at her grandson as he nodded and put in his uniform in. She finished putting in the detergent and closed the lid starting the load for its cycle.
Lou glanced at his Grams, "By the way Grams, you know that strap you gave me before the game. It turns out it was actually one of my new ones and I haven't had the chance to put my name on it yet. Would you be willing to do so once their done?"
Lou's Gram looked at him and blinked, "Why of course I can dear, that won't be an issue at all. By the way your brother had to head out for a couple hours, he said he had something that needed to be done; but he should be back by the evening."
Lou nodded silently relieved that Vincent wouldn't be here just in case the jockstrap was his. He and his Grams then left the laundry room and went about their business.
Ryan had barely come back to coherency when he had been put in the washer, he thought back at all the cum that was shot into him by that young boy. He wasn't expecting to lose himself so quickly, and he feared what might happen to him if Vincent didn't change him back. So absorbed with his situation he didn't notice the new surroundings he had found himself in until the water and spinning began, he quickly lost consciousness again unable to deal with the stress.
Time flew by with Ryan and the rest of the clothes being put in the dryer, and when that was finished Lou's Grams sat down at her sewing table with her machine. She set the jockstrap down and started up the machine and began to embroider in her grandson's name. The needle's fast puncturing was what woke up Ryan.
"ARGHHH!" All he could feel was excruciating pain, catching faint glimpses of a needle coming down onto him. It felt like for ever for it to finally stop, but when it did he felt himself being handed to someone. He was able to catch a faint glimpse of himself in the mirror over the dresser, and as expected he was a jockstrap in the hands of a young boy who greatly resembled Vinnie.
What he wasn't expecting to see were the words that were now etched into the fabric. 'PROPERTY OF LOUIS COST.'