Roger has been trying to think of the proper punishment for Tony now that the game was over. Jock Straps and underwear seemed too plain an idea, especially for a jock like Tony. No Roger needed something that would totally embarrass him and an idea quickly popped into his head.
"Dude, What do you want me to do?" he asked again as Roger walked over to him and smiled.
"I decided that I want you to become a pair of skin tight black leather pants that I'll wear all day every day, that is until I decide you've had enough, but you won't just be any pair of leather pants, no, you'll have a leather sheath that will hold my cock, I think this shall be your mouth so that you can taste each ounce of my cum that leaks out into you."
"Dude, that's sick." Tony said as he began to feel light headed.
"Every moment you're not clinging to my body you'll think about nothing but me, you'll slowly become my bitch boy. Eventually your need to be my pants will become so great that you'll want nothing more than to be stuck to me every waking hour of the day." Tony looked down and noticed his skin turning black and shiny. Roger unzipped his pants and watched as out of nowhere Tony took his dick in his mouth. Seconds after that the once mighty jock had turned into a pair of black leather pants and hugged Roger's body. His energy seemed to merge with Roger and suddenly he felt strong and confident. He turned and saw the others looking on in amazement. His mind churning at what to do with the others....