Jock Smell

Daddy didn't know what to do. He was stuck in a house he didn't recognize, a chain around his neck with no other clothes than the jockstrap that wrapped his huge bulge of a cock he couldn't remember having.

It hung heavily off him, barely contained by the threads of the fabric. He could rest his entire hand on it with his fingers unable to wrap around, but the thing about it that kept distracting him was its scent. He couldn't stop himself from rubbing his palm all over his toy before raising it to his nose, letting his mind drift away on the scent. His other hand would already be repeating the process.

Each time he did a wave of pleasure was sent through his mind, leaving his skin crawling. His arousal would force his bulge to swell a little, but never harden. He didn't understand what compelled him to keep doing this, his head held in a constant daze as he absentmindedly continued.

He was distracted from his high when someone entered the residence, a bellowing voice calling out.

"How's my bottom daddy doing today? Still horny as ever?"

The daddy turned toward the voice to see a built man discarding his clothes and pulling down his pants to reveal a huge cock. The daddy watched as it swung heavily, its base wrapped in a cock ring.

"Turn over" The man said, the Daddy complying turning onto his stomach. He felt the shaft against his tight hole before it plunged in, pushing the stress out of his body. The Daddy gasped as he felt it speed in, running all up his prostate. He looked down in shock as a stream of precum began falling from his jockstrap, a pulse for every thrust his fucker put in.

"Big daddy with a useless cock, ain't that right?"

The daddy couldn't respond, the waves of ecstasy coursing through his brain obliterating any chance of a thought to form as precum kept spilling from his body. His muscles were useless, his body turning into a ragdoll as the perpetrator took him fully. The daddy felt his conscious fade away as his mind was taken to another world entirely.

Daddy woke to find himself with the scent of dried sweat across his body, his jockstrap soaked with several loads of cum milked from his body. He knew the process would only repeat itself, but he didn't care as he rubbed a hand over the soiled garment, raising it up to his nose to let the scent take his mind away once again.