Ryan was thrilled to have his body back. He rushed home, scrubbed himself off in the shower scouring away the
smell of sweaty guys. Then Ryan pulled on his running shorts sans jockstrap or any underwear, his half socks
and his running shoes. He pulled on a red hoodie, then he started running. He ran faster and faster. It
felt so great to move again. He ran along the river through the park. He didn't pay attention to where he was
running.
Snake was in the bushes where the path along the river formed a hairpin curve. He had just scored $500 in a
drug deal acting as a middle man for a rich kid who didn't want to go to the dealers on the other side of
town. He was counting his money when he saw Ryan start down the hill going into the hairpin turn. Snake
scowled and shoved the money into his pocket. He darted through the woods to head Ryan off at the exit of the
hairpin path. As Ryan ran up the hill exiting the hairpin path, he was panting and running a bit slower.
Suddenly, Snake was in the path. Snake's flayed hand hit Ryan in the chest.
"So Red Running Hoodie, I figured it out. I don't know how or why, but you were that jockstrap on Friday.
Weren't you?" Snake said.
"Lemme go, Snake, I'm a jock, not a jockstrap," Ryan said pushing Snake aside.
Snake's black leather boot came down on the back of Ryan's knee. Ryan sprawled on the path, when he tried to
get up, Snake's hands were on his shoulders keeping Ryan on his knees. Snake's tattooed cock was out of his
fly and waving in Ryan's face.
"Let's see if you still fit," Snake said shoving his dripping hard cock in Ryan's face.
Ryan's hoodie, shorts, socks and shoes lay on the path. Ryan was gone. No, not gone. Snake laughed
hysterically, and unbuttoned the top of his jeans. He had gone commando today, now he was wearing a
jockstrap. He laughed as he massaged his manhood through Ryan.
"I knew it. I knew it was you. I don't know how, I don't care how. Now I own you, jock," he snickered.
Then he bent down and gathered up Ryan's things and rolled them up in Ryan's hoodie and headed down the path
to think. He hadn't expected Ryan to become a jockstrap again, but now that he had Snake was wondering how to
use this to his advantage. He wasn't sure what changed Ryan back or what changed him into a jockstrap in the
first place or this time. If Ryan's changes could be controlled, Snake could drop him through a bank night
drop as a jockstrap and have him help steal the night deposits, but he'd have to be able to change Ryan back
to extract him. Maybe through a mail slot? Or maybe just burgle houses dropping him down the chimney or
through the mail slot. He could open the door on the way out. If he couldn't control his transformation,
Snake could think of plenty of guys that Ryan had pissed off, who might pay to wear Ryan. Hell, Snake was so
getting off on wearing Ryan, he was thinking about just keeping Ryan around his waist forever.
Ryan was screaming as Snake's thoughts got wickeder. But there was nothing he could do. Maybe Vinnie would
rescue him? Was this what Vinnie's grandmama had meant about the curse not being over?
Snake scored with a hooker for $50, and headed home with his remaining $450. He grabbed a bottle of Wild
Turkey from his stash in the woodshed, and drank himself to sleep. He was naked except for his jockstrap and
boots.
In the morning, Snake's alarm awoke him, he scratched his balls. Then laughed hysterically again. Ryan
Standish was still wrapped around his balls. He jacked off his morning wood drenching Ryan who promptly
absorbed every last drop.
"That's a good jock," Snake said petting his now dry bulge. He dressed and headed to school.