The jock is wearing a Quiddich Letterman's jacket. You read the name Ryan embroidered on the left side. He picks up the black foil square and shoves it into the change pocket of his jeans. He adjusts himself.
"Dang, I need a new jockstrap," Ryan Standish mutters, as he feels thr broken strap working its way down his thigh. Then he glances over at you. "What do you know a brand new jockstrap?" He exclaims picking you up. "Someone said this was a wishing closet. One wish per customer, the story goes or your first wish vanishes. I'll try making a second wish later, but for now I'm going to the bathroom and put this new jockstrap on."
You want to scream as he rips the plastic wrapper off you. It wasn't a wrapper, it was your foreskin. Ouch, you just got circumcised by a big jock ripping your foreskin off with his teeth. He tosses the torn jockstrip into the waste bin, and then he steps inside you. You black out as you see his junk coming toward you. This is just too much for one day. You're exhausted, and you just don't want to deal with it. The sweet darkness embraces you for now.
You are awakened by a strong pressure swelling inside you. You are disoriented when you awake, and are overwhelmed with the thoughts of the jock wearing you as they assault your semiconscious mind. You hear only odd mumblings, but Ryan's thoughts sing out clearly to you.
*I haven't worn a jock this comfortable since I wore that kid Vinnie in high school. Being transformed into his jockstrap was the best thing that could've happened to me. I discovered magic. I discovered I was good at it. Now I'm enrolled in this magic school, and I'm well on my way to being a wizard. If I hadn't spent that awful week as a jockstrap, I'd probably be married to Stacy, and I'd never have found the love of my life.*
His tongue twists around the tongue of the person he's kissing. They hold each other in a tight embrace, they breathe hot and heavy. You're relieved that Ryan found the condom. Less relieved that the wet saltiness you're tasting right now is the pre-cum leaking from Ryan's cock head inside your pouch.
Ryan pulls back, and you can see the face of the person he's kissing...