This happened about a year or so ago. Have a suburban buddy who bought his first jock because of me - a blue C-IN2 fashion jock. He wore it for me one night. Unfortunately for him, it was on a night where I had already had some extremely rough sex in the morning. Got belted that day. And so by the time got to my buddyโs house that night, the Dom part of me was all awake. After some โwhat the hell happened to your assโ remarks, we get going, and he drops his shorts. He is eager to show off his first jock. Which I really admired - that he had gone out of his way to order that - and wear it - just for me. Really admired that. We started playing around on the bed. And he is getting hard in the jock. Wants to take the jock off. And this is where things got... interesting. Told him I really liked him in the jock. And it wasnโt coming off. Also that his cock wasnโt coming out. This is about 7:10 PM or so. Mind you, this is a self-described top. Vanilla. But top. And he is used to leading with his fat uncut reliable cock. Told him that we would be playing around. And - most importantly - he could not cum before 8 PM - by the digital clock on the bedside table. He agreed - partly because he was turned on beyond belief, and he was thinking only with his dick, partly because he thought he could talk me out of it, but mostly because he didnโt have a choice the way my Dom side was out. We start playing around and I tell him to turn over. Was the first time I had really done that - that I could remember. And I begin to go to town on his ass. Slapping. Spitting. Fingering. Licking. Kissing. Kneading. Tasting. Probing. And this guy starts to squirm below me. Am hard - stroking myself - as he goes from โwhat are you doing?โ to unintelligible noises - to moans - and can see the transformation into my bitch - in real time. He is begging me to take his dick out. Each time he begs me, I just start to squeeze and knead his dick and balls more - through the stretchy pouch. The more he begs, the more I squeeze. The more I squeeze, the harder he gets. He is unable to process - between the pleasure of his ass being taken to heaven, and his dick taken to hell. Finally tell him to turn over. His dick is straining the pouch. Nearly straight up. Start in on his balls - accessible as they are with the tented material. He is sweating. His dick is straining, leaking, jumping. He is begging - literally begging to be let out. I remind him of our deal. Take him even further into subspace by sucking him off through the fabric. He is beside himself. It is nearly 8 PM. Tell him he has to hold it just a couple of minutes more. He is straining visibly now. Hips bucking. Arms thrashing. This is a stud at his edge, pushing himself to please by following commands. Finally it is 8 PM, and in one move, I free his fat throbbing cock from the constriction of the pouch, and as I do, without any manipulation or preamble, and with only an unintilligible noise from deep in his sub brain, his dick explodes, sending rockets of cum blasting up to his chest and face. He is panting as I stroke his cock until all the cum is drained out of his balls. It is 8:05 PM. Am sure somewhere in there I dropped a load, too. Donโt really remember. But what is ingrained is how I turned a once-vanilla top onto the road to becoming a jock bro - all in one night.
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