Tony had really only rested for about 20 minutes, but each minute felt like an eternity for Ryan. Each minute that he absorbed the sweat and heat coming off of Tony to him was excruciating. What made the situation even worse was the fact he had in essence been labeled as property for the second string pitcher. Seeing those words were probably some of the most terrifying that he had ever experienced in his life. Ryan couldn’t help but think back on his various dealings with Tony, and he could only remember ever brushing him off. Not a good position in which to make any form of connection. It was especially evident that Tony did hold a grudge against Ryan for being the star pitcher and probably the quarterback as well. He wasn’t sure of what he could do to have him help turn him back to normal. ‘Damn that nerd, Vinnie! If it wasn’t for him I wouldn’t be in this mess.’
It was only with Tony waking up from his dozing state, that Ryan started to panic again. He knew that Tony was not going to be easily dissuaded from his ideas. Speaking of, Tony sat up on the coach and stretched, yawing as he did so. Blinking he looked down at his crotch and saw his embroidered jockstrap. Smirking, “Well, well it looks like it's time to finish the work for the day, am I right or am I right jockstrap.”
As Tony got up from the couch, Ryan tried to plead with him one more time, “Come on Tony, you don’t want to do this! I’m not an actual jockstrap, please you’ve got to help me!”
Tony could only snort as he rose to a sense of awareness. “I already told you, all I see is just a jockstrap. Nothing more, nothing less.” He picked himself off of the sofa and with a smirk he began to take off the Ryan, “And I believe it is about time we make it clear that you are really nothing more than my jockstrap.” Ryan tried to reply to Tony, but it was clear that as he was taken off he was then being ignored by Tony. Tony then made his way back to the embroidery station, setting him down with Ryan facing upward staring at the needle in dread. He watched as Tony grabbed the design he had picked out before his impromptu nap, and placed it on what Ryan knew was the script saying "jock strap formerly known as Ryan Standish." Before Ryan could even begin to think about the situation, the needle started to rapidly pierce into him, causing him to scream out in pain again. It seemed like the pain had worsened from earlier if that was even possible. The needle's jabbing was rapid going through him, with only a slight pause as he felt himself being moved around, yet just as he was starting to come out of the pain-induced delirium it started up again.
Just like before it was only when Ryan felt his pouch once again swell with Tony's hardening cock, that he knew that the pain was over. Yet as his “eyes” refocused, he could see that Tony was once more in front of the mirror. It was with great horror that Ryan stared at the two newest additions to his current body. Just as Tony had promised, over the line that had depicted his name on the strap was now a snake devouring its own tail. And on the pouch was Tony’s sports number for the team. Ryan was well and truly labeled as belonging to Tony now. If he were to transform back right now, he would most likely have so many tattoos declaring his belonging to the teen.
Tony hearing his thoughts could only scoff. “My god, can’t you get it through your mind. You are not being turned back, you are just my jockstrap now.” Reaching down he gripped his hardened cock through Ryan’s pouch, cutting off any potential retort.