Returning from the lake was bitter sweet. I needed to recover, but I felt so empty not being worn by Snake. It is hard to explain. Have you ever felt hungry even though you were already full? You don't want any more food but you feel like you need more at the same time. It was like that only worse. I'm the PROPERTY OF SNAKE. Walking around school on two legs is wrong, having hands is weird, I am supposed to be straps and a pouch around my master's cock, waist, and ass.
But at the same time the way he uses me wears me out mentally. Don't get me wrong, I love being used by him since I'm his property, but it still hurts when he mocks me for being his jockstrap. Property isn't supposed to be loved, but it should be, I don't know, wanted or something. So being away from Snake lets me recover even though it feels ... horrible.
Thankfully it the state of uncomfortable limbo does not last too long. Soon I was making time to help Snake workout after school as often as I could while, as he put, 'looking normal from the outside'. Working out with Snake in my appropriate place and form, of course, and using my knowledge of weight lifting to help him and even motivate him a bit to push through to one more rep and the like. Eventually I managed to even finagle a free period so he could wear me during his P.E. class. That was great, at least one hour every day when I would be the right shape as my owner sweated into me deliciously and sometimes twice with a workout.
But what I really started to look forward to after a few times were the weekends. Terrible and wonderful weekends usually starting Friday night when I would suck his cock and his delicious cum would release me from being human. Being worn to bed is usually the start of nearly 48 hours as a jockstrap. Sometimes I am worn all the way until Sunday, but more often I spend some of my time in the wringer that my owner thoughtfully brought back from the cabin just for this purpose.
It is nearly the best thing about the weekend. It is always a little scary going in, being shut off from the world. It is like jumping off a high cliff into a lake, but just before I go completely blank there is the comfortable state of just thinking over and over, "I am a jockstrap, I am Snake's Jockstrap, I am the property of Snake." When I come back it is always the delicious precum of my master waking my mind after he has put me on. That's the most wonderful time when I'm just a jock and I don't have the worries or thoughts about being Ryan and being told that I like being his jock is just a pure pleasure.
Sunday, when we won't be interrupted, my master takes me off and times how long it takes for me to turn into a human. I think it has been taking longer if he does not encourage me to "change fast".
The first time was a surprise. Being removed and being told that my name was pussyboi as almost forgotten limbs unfolded and inflated. He had me shave everywhere except the top of my head and a tiny patch above my cock. That would have become part of my routine, but after the second weekend none of my shaved body hair grew back, I don't know why it stopped growing but Snake loves it. What did become part of my normal routine as soon as I can move is to put on a little leather posing pouch over my basket and a leather hood over my head with its openings for my mouth, eyes, and a lengthening ponytail.
I know if he wants to fuck me if he tells me to puts in my gag. He loves the muffled moans of pain or pleasure I make while getting fucked. I did a lot more of the pain sort of moaning the first time I was fucked in my human ass by my owner. That wasn't surprising since his cock has that piercing, not being used to assfucking yet, and all. But it was amazing how fast it became... pretty good. Even something I look forward to.
When he isn't going to use me for sex right away he has me put a butt plug into myself. Having that in while I would do things like clean his room, laundry, or whatever else he needs a slave for may have helped me get used to regular fuckings. But it might also be whatever it is that is causing me to become more of his ideal pussyboi in other ways.
By the time spring break was only a week away the blond hair in my ponytail was over a foot long and I know that hair does not grow nearly that fast normally. Whatever was happening it made me pretty happy and I could tell sneaking off with Snake over spring break would make it even better.