Snake grinned as he fondled his crotch as he strode from his parked car through his front door. He never saw the fist coming. The world exploded around him and everything became black.
When he came around, Jason found himself duct taped to the kitchen table. He was naked with his chest and abs pressed against the formica surface. His wrists were bound to two of the steel table legs, as were his thighs. His semi-hard cock was duct taped to the underside of the table. He tried to speak, but there was something in his mouth. It was his jockstrap, and it seemed to be getting bigger. Ryan was changing back.
Jason "Snake" Tyler screamed and tried to force the jockstrap out of his mouth. He had a gory vision of his head exploding into a bloody mess with Ryan standing naked and covered in Jason's brains and blood.]
"Oh, you're awake, Jase. Good. I found the Crisco," a deep mean voice said.
"Mmmpft!"
The sound of the rubber lid being popped off was followed by the scooping sound of a hand ladling out a fist full of shortening. There was loud slapping sound, a something cold and wet splattered against Jason's exposed butt and filled his crack.
"I promised myself that you'd give me a welcome home party when I got out Jase old boy. You know you really shouldn't have testified against your own brother, even if I'm only your step brother. You know what they say about sparing the rod and spoiling the chile. Well, I'm not going to spare the rod, but I may just ruin you. They may call you "snake" because of what's between your legs, but remember they call me "the Jack Hammer". Heh, heh. Oh, nobody's home, I made sure of that, and I do so want to hear your unmuffled scream," Jack said. He pulled the oddly fleshy feeling gag from Jason's mouth and tossed it on the floor.
Moments later a saliva covered Ryan staggered to his feet.