JOCK STRAPS

I'm ready Sir

After 20 years in the university laundry room, he'd grown to despise the increasingly cocky student athletes who treated him like dirt. His revenge was quiet and effective. He'd pull each player's laundry bag, removing their individual worn jockstraps from their mesh sacks and piling them together. Then, standing over the heap of sweat-stained gear, he'd piss and jerk off, shooting a thick load of cum all over them. Still wet with sweat, piss, and cum, he'd randomly hang the jockstraps back in the athletes' lockers to dry, forcing them to pull on a dirty, "seasoned" strap every day. Weekly he'd take home the jockstraps from the team's biggest assholes, spending all night "seasoning them" before hanging the stinking straps in his garage to dry, then returning them to the players lockers. After a month of this, one athlete finally complained of wearing an increasingly dirty, the coach laid into him, mocking him in front of the whole team for being a "sensitive princess" who needed a fresh jockstrap for his delicate balls. After that public humiliation, no one else dared to complain, and they all silently pulled on their dirty, cum-and-piss-stained jockstraps every single day for the rest of the season.

Billy stripped out of his jockstrap, leaving it crumpled in a pile of his sweat-soaked gear on the floor. When he returned from his shower, a mountain of a man was holding the jockstrap to his face as he inhaled the musky scent. "That's mine," Billy squeaked, a tremor of fear in his voice. With a predatory grin, the man replied "It smells like a dirty boy," he growled, "and dirty boys get cleaned." He didn't just pull Billy back to the showers; he dragged, throwing him onto the slick, wet tiles. The "washing" was brutal, the man's thick, soapy fingers violating Billy's asshole, twisting and plunging as Billy begged. "I'll wash it! I promise I'll keep it clean!" he sobbed. The man laughed, a deep, menacing sound, and then Billy felt it. The man's massive cockhead slammed against his clenched hole, forcing its way in. He didn't just fuck Billy, he impaled him, driving Billy into the tile with every brutal thrust, using his ass like a cheap fleshlight. With a final, guttural roar, the man unloaded what felt like a gallon of hot cum deep into Billy's asshole. He pulled out with a wet, sucking pop, and without a backward glance, scooped Billy's soiled jockstrap from the floor, wiped his filthy cock on it, and walked away.

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