"Hello, boys," said Snake's cousin as he entered the back room and flipped on the lights, "Sorry to keep you waiting, but the good news is you probably won't have to worry about shaving your crotches for months. Though if you retreat monthly with this depilatory," he said holding up the jar, "you probably won't experience any hair growth there ever again," he said wiping away the crusty white material caked on their crotches with disposable wipes. "Bet that feels better with just your bare skin exposed. A blank canvas for my tattoo needles. Now I'm here to make some measurements, and suggestions."
Setting down the jar and wipes down, he picked up a measuring tape. He was wearing surgical gloves when he grabbed and tugged on Jeremy's ballsac. Chad shrieked into his gag.
"Definitely need some ball weights. Piercing maybe 6 gauge? Hm. Now for the big boy."
It was Jeremy's turn to yelp into his gag.
"Penis too big for cock cage. Maybe a couple steel bars through the shaft, and double it over. Infibulation would achieve chastity. Nice balls, but need stretching. Jase said he wants a football theme for the beefcake and a scientist need vibe for the little twink. I think I've got some football charms for you, big guy," he said tugging on Chad's cock. Maybe tattoo goal posts over your end zone? I'll draw up a few things for Jason to consider."
The little guy was really screaming angrily into his gag.
"Oh, you don't want me to defile your jock bud's body. He seems accepting enough. It's not like it's your body, tyke."
He grabbed Jeremy's right nipple and yanked it, and twisted it. The little guy's muffled screams rose an octave. Chad was screaming, "it is my body. Snake said he'd switch us back!" But not one word was intelligible thanks to the gag.
"Too small for even gauge 6, I'll put on some nipple clamps for now. With proper stimulation you can be sporting 10 gauge in a couple months. Now to rummage through my charm drawer. Maybe a couple hazmat or atom shaped charms? A beaker is sciency but don't think Jason will want that. Frankenstein bolts for the neck?
"We can do some of it this weekend, but to do properly, we'll need several sessions. Have to let you heal in be-" a loud buzzer interrupted him, "Ooh, customers. Don't go anywhere, boys!" He snickered as he exited. At least he left the light on this time.
Jeremy's eyes glared over at Chad's body, which slumped in a position of defeat.