Over the next few days, Snake rubbed his cock raw jacking off into Ryan. As Ryan absorbed Snake's blood along
with his cum, Snake gasped. Suddenly, Ryan was gulping air. He was human again. He looked down at himself.
He was dressed in Snake's clothing. Everything seemed a bit tight on Ryan's body, but it still fit. Ryan
looked around for Snake, and then looked down at his crotch. He unbuttoned the top button on Snake's jeans
and unzipped. He stared at the snake print rubberized Spandex briefs hugging his crotch. The waistband was a
steel chain with a padlock. Ryan tried to pull off the briefs but the chain was too tight.
"Sorry, Snake, but I may have to use a scissors on you, I really need to use the john," said Ryan.
"Don't try it, Standish, or you will be fucking sorry," Snake said taking control of Ryan's mouth and vocal
chords.
Ryan Standish struggled to gain control of his body, but Snake was not about to give up control. He owned Ryan
Standish, as a jockstrap and as a man. Snake started flexing Ryan's muscles.
"Looking good, Standish, my clothing looks better on you than it did on me," Ryan's voice said as Ryan pulled
back on his skintight jeans. He reached behind himself and squeezed Ryan's right butt cheek.
Trapped in his own body, but unable to control his own movements, Ryan cringed mentally. He felt so violated.
He now knew how Snake had felt when Ryan had been the jockstrap and had taken control of Snake's body in the
toilet stall.
"Yeah, cum-bucket, now you know how it feels to be used. I think I'm going to make some money off you, by
whoring out your body. You did such a good job absorbing my cum when you were a jockstrap, I bet you'll do a
better job wolfing down loads of other guys' cum. I bet I could get $100 a cock for your sweet jock mouth,"
Snake said kissing Ryan's hand with Ryan's lips.