Jason Tyler gagged as Ryan's tiny soggy cotton dick spurted in his mouth. He could feel his body changing. He hardened himself for the change. He didn't want to be a jockstrap, but he needn't have worried. He clinked as he hit the floor.
Everything seemed to be view from a fisheye lens. He couldn't blink. He couldn't breathe, he couldn't move, all he could do was sense and think. He wasn't sure what exactly he was, but he figured he was round, and metal. A ring for Horst's finger? Maybe a bracet?
Horst was fucking Ryan into jockstrap status again. He snapped his waistband, and then reached down and picked Snake up. He rolled Snake between his palms warming him up. Snake thought at first that he was too small a bracelet for Horst, but as Horst stretched Ryan's elastic to reach into his pouch. Snake realized he was Horst's new cock ring.
He found it harder to hear Horst's thoughts, but was sure that Horst had read all of his thoughts. He was furious, and was thinking about what he would do to Horst and Ryan when he changed back.
In retrospect, it was stupid to think such thoughts. Ryan had apparently thought nicer thoughts. That night Horst jacked off in Ryan and let him become human again, but he kept Snake on. He pulled on a leopard skin thong and dressed up for clubbing. He had Ryan drive him two towns over to a gay nightclub called the Beagle. T
Inside the Beagle it was nearly 80 degrees, and the place reeked of sex, stale beer and mansweat. Snake couldn't see anything until Horst pulled down his pants and underwear. He was standing on a stage with a spotlight on him. People were laughing and jeering.
"Sure that cock ring is a hot stud, and not just a $10 piece of chromed brass!" said one man.
"I thought you said this was a slave auction?"
"Watch and you will believe. This is my slave Ryan, and I will change him into a jockstrap. The cock ring is a tough guy named Jason "Snake" Tyler. The guy who buys him can keep as a cock ring. Oh, and as long as you wear him, you can read his thoughts. I'll tell the winner how to change him back into a man, if he wants. Now Ryan suck my cock."
"Uh, Horst, please don't make me do this," begged Ryan as he knelt there totally naked.
Snake wondered how Horst managed to coerce Ryan to appear naked in front of the a group of queers.
Horst laughed, "The perspective owner will appreciate this. Snake thinks you are all queers, but thinks he's straight even though Ryan fucked his face earlier today, and he wore Ryan as a jockstrap, jacked off in him, and after Ryan changed back he raped my slaveboy's face. But he's not queer."
They all laughed. Ryan did too. Horst took advantage of Ryan's open mouth and shoved his hard cock inside.
There were ooohs and aaahs as Ryan shrank and wrapped his limbs around Horst and transformed into his jockstrap. Snake could only see a partial view through the mesh of Ryan's pouch. The crowd applauded, and then one guy shouted out, "$500 for the cockring!"
"$600!"
"$1000!"
"$1250!"
"$1300!"
"$1325!"
"$1500!"
"$2000!"
"$2250!"
Eventually the bidding stopped at a bid price of $47,950. Horst was sweating. People were asking if he could get them jockstrap or butt plugs or other stuff that used to be young men, and a few young men were offering to pay Horst to be made into cock rings or jockstraps themselves.
It was nearly an hour before the winning bidder returned with the cash. Then Horst reached into his jockstrap and slipped Snake off his genitalia. Snake recognized the face of the man whose hand took him from Horst. He had been angry and fearful about being sold, now he was terrified. His new owner kissed the warm chrome ring and them put it on inside his black leather jockstrap. It was a tight fit.
It would be six weeks before his master removed him from his genitalia. The man held Snake on his index finger and twirled him around the finger while chatting about the terms of Snake's servitude.