In the locker room, Vinnie stripped down to his jockstrap. Suddenly, Horst and Carter appeared on either side of him.
"What do you want, Horst?" Vinnie asked, adding, "You want to trade places with Ryan?"
"No, uh, it's just Carter and me wanted to make sure Ryan's taken care of. That is if you ain't turning him back yet."
"Yet?"
"You know, the thought of Ryan lying in your locker or gym bag all day seems a bit mean. So are you going to turn him back now?"
Vinnie thought for a second or two, he still had no idea how he changed Ryan into a jockstrap, so he had no idea how he would or even if he could change Ryan back. He didn't want Carter and Horst to know that, so he said, "Ryan needs to learn a lesson. So he's going to stay a jockstrap for a while longer."
Vinnie stepped out of the jockstrap that had been Ryan Standish, and held the flimsy garment in his hands. It was hard to believe that an hour earlier it had been a young man that weighed closer to 12 stone than to the 3 ounces that the jockstrap now weighed. He glanced at his open locker and gym bag. Then he grinned and turned to Horst.
"So, Horst," Vinnie said with a sly smile, "You don't want Ryan to spend his time in a cold locker or gym bag?"
Horst stared at the jockstrap, and stuck his tongue between his teeth. "Uh, huh," he answered.
"So one of you two should probably keep him warm and safe by wearing him. Don't you think?"
"Yeah!" Carter shouted, and reached around Vinnie to grab Ryan.
"I'll wear him," Horst snapped.
"Well, the one who retrieves my real jockstrap," Vinnie said, "Gets to wear Ryan."
"Cool!" Carter said. "You're on!" said Horst.
They both jumped up on top of the row of lockers stark naked, but they were still out of reach of the fire sprinkler from which Vinnie's jockstrap hung. They jumped and the metal of the lockers thundered under their body weight.
Vinnie chuckled. He whispered to the jockstrap, "Ryan, I had no idea your two buddies were both so ear to bury their cock and balls in your face. Heh, heh."
Frustrated, Horst and Carter realized that they couldn't reach it individually. So Horst said, "How about you wear Ryan until lunch, and I'll wear him the rest of the day? We work together to get the jockstrap down and we share Ryan."
Carter grinned, "Okay, you get to wear him first. Now move to the edge of the lockers, and I'll climb on your shoulders so I can reach Vinnie's jockstrap."
Horst wasn't too thrilled with the idea of having a naked guy climbing on him, but the first bell rang. "Right go get it, Carter."
Carter scrambled up Horst sturdy frame. Horst winced as he felt Carter's boner against his head, as he snagged the jockstrap. Then, as Carter slid down Horst's back, Horst felt something slimy bounce and glide down his bareback, and whack against his butt cheeks. Horst almost turned around and belted Carter, but he didn't want to display his own boner. Carter might get the wrong idea.
Moments later, with their cocks only half hard, Carter and Horst traded Vinnie his jockstrap for the jockstrap that had been Ryan. Eagerly Horst grabbed Ryan and pulled him on.
"Hey, remember, I get him after lunch," Carter admonished Horst.
"Sure, sure. Now let's get dressed, and get to class."
Vinnie had headed for the showers, he was in no hurry to go. He had study hall next period, and he was curious to observe Carter and Horst. He also was reviewing the events of the morning. He fingered the birthday medallion that his grandmother gave him. He remembered the words he had said. He muttered in the shower, "Ryan became my jock because I told him I needed him to replace it. Of course, I don't need Ryan to replace my jock anymore."