Cy was enjoying the heat therapy of the sauna. He'd never worked out that much in his life. He used muscles he hadn't even known that he had. But he felt good. Having Ryan Standish as his jockstrap was the luckiest thing that had ever happened to him.
Sweat drenched Ryan's body. He could feel himself drying out in the heat, but as quickly as he dried Cy sweat more resoaking him. He was feeling heady and over-tired. Cy's thoughts intruded, merged, and Ryan couldn't tell where his thoughts ended and Cy's thoughts began. He repeated to himself that being Cy's jockstrap was the best thing that had ever happened to him. Part of him tried to reject the idea. Part of him accepted the statement as fact. He was Cy's jockstrap and it was the best thing that had ever happened to him.
Cy's junk stirred in response to their shared revelry. Together hand and fabric flexed rhythmically taking Cy and Ry to edge of cumming.
Then the door sauna door burst open, and Horst strode in. He was fully clothed and his face bore an angry scowl. He turned and glared a Cy lying on the bench wearing only a jockstrap.
Ryan's awareness returned. His old persona re-emerged. Horst was his buddy, and he must be here to rescue him from Cy. Horst had been there when Vinnie transformed him into an athletic supporter. Ryan felt so dirty and used. Cy's precum soaked into him as Cy's cock deflated.
Cy sat up on the bench with his tented jockstrap collapsing.
"There you are!" roared Horst. He slammed the sauna door shut. "And jacking off with out permission, boy, what am I going to do with you?"
"I'm sorry, sir, I forgot-" Cy blurted out in terror. In spite of the sauna's heat, his balls managed to retract in his body.
Ryan's confusion grew. Scrambled images leaked from Cy's memories. Cy and Horst naked. Cy sucking Horst's cock. Ryan shared Cy's memory of the taste. Ryan found himself wanting to suck Horst's cock too. He had noticed before how hot his bud was. A second thought crept into Ryan's mind. Horst hadn't come to rescue him. Horst hadn't recognized him. No one was going to rescue him.
Don't worry thought Cy, I'll take care of you. You belong to me now, kinda like the way I belong to Horst only better.
Horst had peeled of his black t-shirt, and threw it at Cy. He ordered, "Get down on your knees, whoreboy, and get me lubed up. I've been carrying around this load for four hours and I really need to blow my load."