Jockstrapped (Extended)

Ken never remembered owning a jockstrap. He was surprised when he woke up one morning to find himself wearing one, with the words 'nastypig' written along the waistband and a strange sweaty feeling in his crack. The worst part was he couldn't bring himself to remove it. He knew he could grab it with his hands and take it off, but he couldn't will himself to. He decided to worry about it later, getting ready for his workday and skipping his shower.

He felt the garment around his waist all day. He couldn't stop from constantly going to the office bathroom to get a look at it, wondering what it meant. He was unable to focus on anything else for the rest of the day, his damp crack beginning to itch the longer the jockstrap was on. He managed to reach the end of his work, getting ready to go home when he received a text. It was an address from someone in his contacts named 'master'.

Ken rolled his eyes at it, ignoring it, only to find himself driving to the address anyway. He parked outside, questioning his choices as he got out and walked in through the unlocked door. He paused after entering, seeing a huge man rising from the living room naked and beginning to approach. Ken had a feeling this was who he'd be answering to for the rest of the night.

"You're a good obedient boy, aren't you?" The man said, gruffly.

Ken felt his heart beat faster as the man closed in, the air suddenly cold.

"Good to see you remembered your conditioning" The stranger said, standing inches away and towering over the space. Ken felt confused before he looked down, realizing why the room was so cold. He'd stripped off his work attire at some point, seeing it on the floor next to him. The large man in front of him dropped, pressing his nose to Ken's groin and inhaling.

"Sexy musk" The man sighed, pulling the pouch away and slipping Ken's cock into his mouth. Ken's legs started to shiver as the man worked on arousing the member. Ken almost lost his balance before the man moved his hand up between Ken's cheeks, sliding his fingers into Ken's wet hole. Ken felt himself relax, his body weight supported by the man's hand shoved deeply inside his ass.

Ken gasped as the man worked, the mouth delecting every inch of skin on Ken's cock until he suddenly retracted, standing and pushing Ken against the wall. Ken felt helpless as his legs were lifted into the air and onto the man's shoulders, his body as loose as butter pinned to the side of the room. Ken's ass hung right above the man's gargantuan cock.

The man slowly backed away, Ken's own weight lowering his body onto the shaft until it slipped in. Ken couldn't do anything as the man began fucking him, his body suspended pressed against the wall by the huge rod in his ass. Ken began to howl as the pain turned into pleasure, his prostate repeatedly hit until he felt himself erupting into the jock.

It wasn't over yet. The man slowed down letting Ken recover until he began going harder again, Ken's body now even looser and letting the man in deeper. In a few moments Ken came several more times. His seed was dripping out from under the pouch when the man finally exploded inside Ken, their bodies pressed hard into the wall and soaked in sweat.

The man let Ken's body fall to the ground, where he left it there lying limp on the floor. In a few minutes Ken was already dressed and driving home, his mind having already forgotten the time spent at his master's house. It wouldn't be long until he'd receive another text from his master.