Snake's teary eyes stared into the huge jock's face, and Ryan tasted piss.
"Looks like the tough guy pissed hisself," Tank said. Then pulling the waistband a bit further until it covered Jason's nose, he threatened -or maybe it was more of a promise-, "Now tell me what you did to Ryan Standish, or I'll pull your Speedo all the way down to your chin."
Jason arched his back to relieve the pain.
"He's right here," groaned Jason as he inhaled the smell of his own farts, "Let me go, and I'll show you."
Tank pulled the Speedo off Jason's head, but kept a firm grip on the the Speedo maintaining a major wedgy. He guided Snake on his tiptoes. Jason was humiliated and in pain, and he was sporting major wood, as he glared up into Tank's eyes inches from Tank's chin.
"I'll show you, Tank," said Jason resuming his Snake persona, he pulled his head back and head to head butt Tank in the face. But Tank twisted the back of the suit and pulled Snake out of range. Snake's hair brushed against Tank's chin and he found his face pressed against Tank's crotch. Tank guided Snake behind the bushes and into the pool service room. He tossed Snake on to a pile of towels.
"Tell me now!" Tank roared.
"You won't believe me," Snake said. "I have to show you." He peeled Ryan off him, and sighed as the source of his terrible wedgies was removed.
"Your dick is Ryan?" asked Tank contemptuously making a fist and grinding it in his palm.
"No, the Speedo. Watch?" Jason said backing into the corner and pointed at the Speedo which was moving on its own.
Tank took a step forward and stopped. He watched the Speedo twisting and growing. He frowned and looked at Jason.
"Tell me everything. Tell me now, or I'll pound you flat and make you into my swimsuit," he growled.
Stammering, Jason told all. How Ryan had been changed into a jockstrap, and then how Snake had, and how he had changed Ryan into a Speedo, and he was sorry, and then he noticed Tank's boner.
Tank's board shorts were around his ankles as he walked toward Snake.
"So if someone fucks your face, you turn into their underwear or swimwear? Heh, heh, you know I'm a big guy, and have a hard time getting things that fit. Custom clothing, huh? We'll see."
Snake noticed that Tank's meaty fist was wrapped around his hardening cock.
"Oh, no!' said Snake shaking his head. "No way!"
"We'll see if you told the truth or not. Either way you're fucked, Snake." Then as he pulled his hands away and reached to grab Snake, he added, "Mr. Snake, meet my baseball bat and balls."
Ryan moaned. Snake tried to slip pass Tank. Tank grabbed him.