"Hey, Horst, Carter, glad you both could make it for Ryan's Welcome Back Party," Vinnie said standing in front of his locker wearing only his very special jock. He tucked his thumbs into the waistband. "Now to make Ryan a man again."
Horst put his hand on Vinnie's wrist, "Let's not be hasty, Vin."
Vinnie raised and eyebrow and glared at the hand on his wrist. Horst withdrew his hand quickly, "I mean, Vin, look what wearing Ryan for a while has done to you. You're a total stud now. Look at those washboard abs. Anyway I was thinking, maybe Carter and I could take turns wearing that jock for a while. So we can buff out like you. After all Ryan's our best bud, he won't mind missing school for another week or two..."
Mind! Of course, I'll fucking mind! screamed Ryan's mind into Vinnie's consciousness. Tell Horst no way, and change me back right now, Vinnie, or else. Oh, crap, Ryan added as he thought the words "or else". He could feel Vinnie's mind changing. Toying with him. He could see himself being worn by Horst in Vinnie's mind. Vinnie next visualized Ryan wrapped around Carter's waist, and then to Ryan's utter horror the pudgy VP was wearing him, and Vinnie's voice added don't worry it's only until he's as buff as I am now. Ryan thought a string of expletives.
Vinnie laughed out loud.
Carter and Horst exchanged nervous glances.
"Actually, I think Ryan likes the idea of helping you two buddies out. You recall the Shakespeare line "methinks the lady doth protest too much"? No? Well, that's okay, now here's Ryan. And if you wash him be sure to use Woolite and do him by hand - that is if you take him off. I haven't had him off me except for showering in a week."
"Whatever you say, Vinnie. Give 'im here. Maybe I can shower with him on to get him clean, and then blow dry him."
"That's a thought," Vinnie said. He grinned as Horst stepped out of his jeans and boxers in one step, and with the next pulled on Ryan. Ryan's face was briefly visible on the pouch of the jockstrap. It looked like he was screaming, then it changed to one of fatalistic acceptance just before Horst's semihard cock and balls filled the pouch obliterating Ryan's features.