"Well, Ryan, I have to admit thanks to you Carter and I are couple of real studs. Hope you don't mind being our jock this week, but hey, bud it'll all be over today when Vinnie changes you back," Horst said hanging his enchanted jockstrap up in an empty locker to drip dry. "I'm going to enjoy a steam, see you later, old pal." He laughs and closes the unpadlocked locker.
"Weird American talks to his jockstrap, but damn he's got a fine ass," whispered Alain to himself as he spied on Horst's receding figure.
He chuckled, and strode nonchallantly over to the locker where Ryan was dripping dry. He made sure the coast was clear than he opened the locker. He grabbed the jockstrap and before Ryan could even think at Alain, the jock was buried deep in Alain's backpack.
Neither Ryan nor Alain knew the frustration and anger that Horst, Carter and Vinnie would experience later that day. The recriminations would fly.
"I thought you took him, Carter," Horst said.
"Nope, you had him last."
"I left him hanging in this locker to drip dry."
"Didn't you lock the locker?" Vinnie asked.
"Here's every jockstrap from the lost and found," Horst said emptying the box on the bench.
Vinnie studied them, and shook his head, "Ryan's not here."
"Well, can't you just change him back wherever he is?" Horst challenged.
Vinnie sighed, "It doesn't work that way."
"Well, can't you just use your mumbo jumbo to figure out who took him?" Carter asked.
"I don't know. I'll give it a try," Vinnie said with a shrug.
He closed his eyes and concentrated. He pinched the pedal tightly between his fingers, and asked, "Show me what happened to Ryan Standish."
Wild images spun before his closed eyes. It was like watching a surveillance tape in fast forward. There was Ryan messing with Vinnie a couple weeks ago, then he became a jockstrap. Then images of Vinnie wearing Ryan, and then Horst and Carter wearing and swapping Ryan, then drying in the locker, and finally, Vinnie couldn't believe it. He opened his eyes.
"That French prick Alain Du Bois stole him right after you left him in the locker," Vinnie said angrily.
"That was six hours ago!" Horst exclaimed.
"Let's go get that guy!" Carter shouted slamming his fist.
"You got airfare to Paris?" Vinnie asked sitting down on the bench with a defeated air about him. "I saw that right now Alain's wearing Ryan and flying on an airbus bound for Charles DeGault Airport.
"Shit."
"That's it?"
"Heh, well at least Ryan's going to be able to say he spent the summer in Europe. That's more than I can say. I'll be working at the carwash all summer."
"Hey, do you think Alain will bring him back in the fall or should we plan a rescue mission to Europe?" Carter said excitedly. "First, we need to raise some money and work out a plan. My brother said youth hostels are really cheap for students - like $20 a day. After all, we all promised we'd get Ryan turned human. How much are airline tickets to France anyway?"
"Hundreds of dollars. Thousands for the 3 of us."
"Hey, you were able to see what happened to Ryan, maybe you can teleport us there?"
"I doubt it. I could only see Ryan I think because I'd transformed him. I can't see other things," Vinnie admitted.
Horst and Carter exchanged glances wondering what other things Vinnie had tried and could or could not do.
"Well, maybe you could make yourself go to Ryan because you changed him. Then change him back."
"I'd still need two tickets to get back from Europe."
"Hm, maybe if changed Horst into a jockstrap. You could teleport to Alain & Ryan, get Ryan back, and wear him back while teleporting to Horst."
"Turn me into a jockstrap? Why me? Why not you?"
"Well, first, you're the one who let Ryan get stolen. Second, it was my idea. Third, you got to wear Ryan 4 days, and I only got him for 3, so this way I get to wear a magic jockstrap for 4 days too. It's only fair."
"No way. You're not thinking of doing that, Vinnie?" Horst asked with wide opened eyes and concern on his face.
Vinnie was closed mouth thinking pensively.
Carter was licking his lips in anticipation.
Alain was adjusting his manhood, sipping his wine, and thinking how lucky he was to have a hunk like Ryan Standish as his jockstrap. He buzzed the flight attendant to request a blanket. Ryan could see in Alain's mind that Alain intended the blanket to cover his lap while he jacked off into Ryan. "It's a long flight, I wonder how many times I can put you into the Mile High Club," thought Alain evilly at Ryan.
Ryan was sulking now. He had stopped screaming at Alain after the plane had left the runway. He realized that Alain was getting off on having total control over Ryan, and that the more Ryan protested or cajoled, the harder Alain's cock got.
He had already made the mistake about complaining about Alain's body odor. "Don't Frenchmen bathe more than once a week?" Alain's terse reply was "Most do, but for you I won't bathe more than once a month." "But you'll reek!" "That's what cologne is for, you ignorant jock!"
Briefly, Ryan had felt Vinnie's mind touch his, but his hope was short-lived for he also felt the hopelessness that Vinnie felt with regard to reaching Ryan.
Vinnie makes a decision.