Ryerson dismounted from his bike, panting heavily as he tried to catch his breath. His dark gray cycling suit was drenched in sweat, the already skintight material sticking against his body. After locking his bike up in the garage, Ryerson made his way up the pathway that lead to the front door of the house he shared with his husband Brody. Ryerson glanced around quickly to make sure no one could see him, then reached his hand down and stroked his bulging member. The thought of wearing one of his students around his waist was a huge turn on for the Coach, and he had sported a boner for his entire bike ride home.
"Hanging in there, Aaron?" Coach asked his jockstrap.
Truth be told, Aaron was not having nearly as difficult a time in his new form as he originally feared. While he had initially been grossed out by the idea of being wrapped around Coach's cock and balls for support, the musky aroma of Coach's crotch was intoxicating. Aaron found himself wishing he could taste Coach's cum, not satisfied with the few drips of precum that had leaked from his dick during the long ride.
As Ryerson entered his home, Brody looked up from the book he was reading on the couch. Brody was a few years old than Ryerson, in his early forties with short dark grey hair and a complementing neatly trimmed beard. He was dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a flannel button up shirt. Though not as muscular or bulky as Ryerson, Brody did take good care of his body; he was lean, but well toned. Brody appreciated Ryerson's skintight suit that left very little to the imagination, taking a moment to admire his husband's body before speaking.
"Well? How did it go?" Brody asked.
"It worked, but not the way I had been hoping," Ryerson admitted, unzipping the front of his cycling suit and pulling it down. "One of my students asked his boyfriend to wear my jockstrap as some kind of kinky roleplay, and now he's the one trapped around my dick and balls." Ryerson pulled the suit down his legs and stepped out of it, leaving him naked except for Aaron wrapped around his waist. Brody stood up and approach Ryerson, surveying the jockstrap.
"Any chance you can turn the kid back?" Ryerson asked. "I feel kind of bad forcing him to stay as my jockstrap for the next 24 hours."
"I should be able to reverse the physical changes, yeah," Brody nodded, "But I also put a spell of servitude on your jockstrap which I won't be able to undo. He's going to be your servant for the next 24 hours."
"Let's change him back to human first, and then we can deal with the whole servitude thing," Ryerson suggested.
Brody nodded and waved his hand, emitting a series of red sparks from his fingertips. The sparks circled around Ryerson, slowly being absorbed into his jockstrap. Ryerson let out a moan as he felt the jockstrap around his waist begin to shift and expand. The material started to change, taking on a more skin-like substance as the jock grew heavier. Ryerson's already hard cock grew even harder as he felt the changing material rub up against his crotch. Two legs sprouted out of the jock, followed by two arms. As the jock continued to expand, Ryerson felt a pair of lips form around his dick. The sensation of being sucked off was too much for Ryerson to handle, and he began to shoot his seed into Aaron's mouth as Aaron's body fully formed.
Ryerson was now naked, his rock hard cock in his student's mouth. Aaron was similarly naked, on his knees in front of Coach sporting a boner of his own. Aaron hungrily swallowed his Coach's semen, excited to finally taste his cum after what felt like hours of buildup. Aaron was still drenched in Coach's sweat from the long bike ride home, maintaining the previous condition he had been in as a sweaty jock.
"Right then," Brody laughed with a smirk, "I'll leave you two to sort this out then. A word of advice, Steve: he will do any command you ask of him for the next 24 hours. And that includes changing his physical appearance." Brody paused for another moment to admire his husband's body in its nude glory before heading upstairs for a shower. He figured that Ryerson and Aaron needed some alone time to figure out how they were going to handle their situation.
"So," Ryerson asked, reaching a hand down to help Aaron to his feet, "I get to do anything I want with you for the next 24 hours, and that includes changing you as I see fit. Any suggestions?"
Aaron smiled.