Dylan strode out of the bathroom wearing only Ryan, and sat down at the big desk that doubled as their table.
He pulled Vinnie's backpack out from beneath it. He set the backpack down next to last night's dinner dishes.
The flap was loose, so he opened it. On top were notes from Vinnie's visit to the library. Dylan read with
interest. So there was a magic thread that could turn him and Ryan into Vinnie's slaves, was there? Ryan was
already more than half way there anyway, but Dylan didn't like the idea of being owned by Vinnie without his
permission. Still the more he thought about the enchanted thread, the harder he got. He copied down the books
and pages that Vinnie had annotated, and put Vinnie's notebook back in the pack and shoved it back under the
table/desk.
Vinnie snored, as Dylan quietly pulled sweat pants on over Ryan. He put on a mesh tee shirt, and then his
hoodie. His socks and shoes were next. He left a note for Vinnie.
"Great night, last night, Vin. Decided not to wake my sleeping angel. Going for a run. Catch you later. -
Dyl"
He taped the note Vinnie's computer monitor and slipped out gently closing the door.
The library was open 24 hours, but it was mostly deserted when Dylan arrived at 6 am. He asked the librarian
who sent him into the old metal stacks. At first Dylan panicked when he couldn't find the first four books on
Vinnie's list, but when he pulled the fifth one off its shelf, he discovered the missing books and one other.
His iPhone rang at 10:30. It was Vinnie.
"Hey,D-man, what's up? You were gone when I woke."
"Hey, Vin, you still up? Or did you whack off already?"
"Heh, heh. My first class today isn't for another two hours, if you're up to a workout?"
"Oh, I on my way to Ryan's remedial English class. I promised, I'd sit in for him, while he supports me."
"You're still wearing Ryan? That boy must be ripe."
"Oh, I washed him, when I showered. Besides, you and I both know how much he likes it. Say, last night you
said you could change yourself into something for me to wear. I've been thinking about something in black
leather. You game?"
Vinnie laughed.
Dylan chuckled too. He scratched his tented crotch.
Ryan really wasn't paying attention to the conversation. He was focused on moving every fiber of his being to
milk his wearer dry. He absorbed every milligram of cum oozing out of Dylan's boner. He was a very good
jockstrap.
Dylan had a plan. He had a ticket in his name that required his photo ID. The ticket was to a special
concert. The band was one of Vinnie's favorites. It was at Cobra Club, it was Friday night. If all went as
planned, he'd embroider Vinnie and Ryan that night with the enchanted thread. The thread would bind them
together, it would be like he was wearing them, even when he wasn't. His grin broadened as Ryan drained his
balls completely.
Vinnie grabbed his backpack. He noticed that his notebook was open to a different page. He frowned, and bit
his lip. So Dylan wanted him to become black leather, Vinnie smiled he had an idea.