#jockstrap tf

Bio: I'm in my early 30s and currently in grad school. Average build- I like going to the gym, but definitely have a sweet tooth. Dark hair, pale skin.

Item: I selected clothing. I have a whole lot of clothing I'd be happy to rent out. I have some compression shirts/shorts that I don't use too much. I also wouldn't mind getting rid of my ex-boyfriend's old jockstrap that he left here.

Duration: Honestly, they can keep them, so I set it for about 6 months. I don't think I'll miss any of those things for that long and if they wanted to buy them outright at the end of the 6-months, I'd let them.

Special Requests: Whoever rents these should probably be athletic- hockey players are always cool. But I can't help but wonder if my ex is on the app lol. He can have his stupid jockstrap back I guess. Besides, for all his faults, he was quite a gym bunny.

Rent-A-Thing — Your ex-boyfriend's jockstrap

You wake up to an unfamiliar chime. Reaching for your phone, you see an unfamiliar notification from an unfamiliar app. “Contract accepted. Pickup at 9 AM.”

Slowly, your memory returns. The late-night browsing, the website you signed up for... You remember putting up your ex-boyfriend’s old jockstrap for rent. You would have selected more, but since you’re a first-time user, it would only let you list one item. Truth be told, you don’t even know why you haven’t thrown it away yet, but now some weirdo wants to have it and will come pick it up in... fifteen minutes?

You groan and fall out of bed. You remember something about the wording on the website being off, but you also remember the part about getting paid by the hour. Holy shit! Who would have thought that your asshole-ex’s old underwear would actually earn you some money?

There’s just one problem: you have to find it first. Putting your phone away, you get to work, tearing your tiny studio apartment apart until you find the dirty, yellowed jock. It was hidden away under the bed, together with a box of porn and some socks. No time to wash it now, but you reckon that whoever pays money to lend a used jockstrap doesn’t want it washed, anyway.

You have just put it into a plastic bag when the doorbell rings. Shit! You throw on a pair of sweatpants, fail to find a shirt on short notice and open the door, only to take two steps back when you see an awfully familiar smug grin.

“Oz?!”

Your ex, in the flesh, takes a step into your apartment, looking around.

“Well, well, well. Imagine my surprise when I browsed RaT this morning and found you with your stupid bathroom selfie. And ‘jockstrap’? Really? I didn’t know you were into that, you kinky fucker.”

He shrugs. “But I recently noticed I’m one short.”

You have recovered enough for your surprise to turn into annoyed anger, and throw him the plastic bag. “Choke on it!”

Out of reflex, Oz catches the bag and briefly examines its contents before dropping it to the floor.

“Cute, but I don’t want mine back. I want a new one. And I’ve got a contract here that says I’m going to get one.”

He gestures with his phone, with a familiar white app open, and a big, green button saying “Claim”, that he taps with his thumb.

“Well, I don’t have a new one. Piss off!” you say, but your mouth feels dry all of a sudden.

“Oh, don’t worry. That won’t be a problem for much longer,” he says and crowds your space. You back away from the admittedly fit guy until you feel the wall at your back. Oz has put his phone away and plants his hands left and right to your head, caging you in.

He must have come straight from the gym, you realize, at least judging by his smell. You blink. You can’t remember him smelling that intensely before. Is something wrong with your nose?

“On your knees,” he says. His voice has a predatory edge to it.

“What? No! Fuck you! Get out!” you protest.

“Too bad you don’t get a say in that — or anything else — anymore for the next, what? Six months? You really are a kinky fucker, aren’t you?”

With these words, he puts both of his hands on your shoulders, pushing you down with surprising force. Or rather, with normal force, and your resistance is surprisingly weak. In a fluid motion, he pushes down his gym shorts. No underwear, but a hard cock you’re unfortunately familiar with.

“Missed it? I’ve got good news for you. You’re about to get really close for a really long time now.”

His hand — has it always been that big? — pushes from the back of your head until your lips touch his glistening cock head. The smell is much stronger here, and you find yourself wanting nothing more than to put it in your mouth. It’s big. Definitely bigger than you remember. It’s so big it fills your entire vision, making you unable to focus on anything else. You barely hear his chuckle as you take his leaking cock into your dry mouth, all the way in, until it collides with the skin on the back of your head.

Wait. That’s not how heads work. What is going on?! You look up and see Oz towering over you, a giant in a giant place.

No! He hasn’t gotten bigger. You have gotten smaller! Fuck! What is going on?

Your entire head stretches over his pulsing dick now, and you can feel his hand massaging the back of it. No, he is not massaging your head. He is massaging himself through your head!

Your body is too weak to kneel upright anymore, and your entire weight hangs on his cock. That shouldn’t be possible. You swing your arms around his waist for stabilization, watching in horror as they turn into a wide elastic band, fusing at the back where just a moment ago your hands had been.

All on their own, your shrinking legs swing between his massive thighs, connecting to your arm-waistband at the side and back. They, too, turn into straps, framing his ass cheeks perfectly.

Only then, you realize: You are turning into a jockstrap! You try to wiggle, say something, but all that comes out is a very weak rustling sound as your head turns into cotton, with all your senses, touch, smell, and taste focused solely on the price inside of it: your ex-boyfriend’s cock!

“Fuuuck, that’s hot,” he says, and the length in you throbs one more time before your insides are filled with hot, sticky liquid. When you were together, you never swallowed, but now you have no choice. His cum permeates your being, and everything smells and tastes like Oz.

You feel a pat on your pouch-body.

“Good jockstrap. Just so you know, I don’t plan on washing you. Or taking you off for long. Enjoy your six months, looser.”

When he pulls up his gym shorts over your changed form, you feel conflicted. The thought of serving as a piece of underwear for six months should be close to horrifying. But it doesn’t feel that way when you are enclosed in the warm, damp prison of his shorts. It fills you with a strange serendipity. Perhaps that will wear off at some point, but you can always look forward to the third of a million dollars your ex-boyfriend-now-owner will have paid you afterwards.

When he first offered me the collar I was floored, it meant the world to me to feel that *Click* as the heavy lock and chain were put in place permanently. I was in heaven, and when he leaned down and growled into my ear "You're mine now, and forever", I melted.

My Owner was never without a few things; his favorite hat, his oldest pair of boots, wore the same jockstrap every workday and a can of Copenhagen Dip. When we first met, I had only enjoyed my pipes and cigars before, had dipped occasionally but didn't get that into it. That changed with him. Everyday he made sure I had this special mix of dip he got me, demanding that I constantly have my lip packed and would do a large number of check-ins throughout the day. After a month, it became second nature to me.

And then the cage came. He started out with a small flat cage that would press my dick up against my body, he'd have me wear it for hours at a time the first week, then whole days the 2nd and so on. At the end of the first month, my cock cage was a permanent fixture on me.

If you could see me just a few months ago compared to now, you couldn't even tell I was the same person. He forced me to bulk up and somehow made me grow a beard, something I was never able to do before meeting him. All of these changes scared me at first but he would pull me into his embrace and whisper into my ear again and I would melt and be His even deeper.

And here we are on the anniversary of my collaring. After the first few months, the changes slowed down and settled on what I look like today, a near exact copy of him. He had a surprise for me, I spent the whole day in anticipation and when I got home I was beyond joy. There he stood in his hat, boots and jockstrap. I ran up and we began to make out but I noticed he didn't have any dip in his lip and he just shushed me saying "Don't worry, I'll have a new can soon, and this one will be special and never run out."

After he said those words I felt dizzy and cold, when I looked up at him I saw that I was falling, while the world seemed to be getting bigger and bigger before I blacked out.

“Sorry, man! You know the rules: ‘Pin for 10 gets 10!’”

Thad and his teammate Levi had a little yearly tradition. To test how each of them had grown in strength and size throughout the year, they agreed to a no-holds-barred, naked wrestling match (why naked? To do things the old fashioned way! If it was good enough for the Greeks, it was good enough for them). Whomever could pin the other down for 10 seconds would get to wear the other for a full 10 days.

This year, Thad won. Levi was hoping for a 2 year streak, like Thad had two years earlier, but no such luck this year.

“Better luck next year, bro! You know the drill.” Thad panted victoriously, swinging his legs over to straddle Levi’s sweaty torso, himself showering beads of sweat down onto Levi’s chest and face.

“I know, I know,” Levi said, rolling his eyes. “Come on, let’s get it over with.”

“Don’t act so excited, dude...” Thad quipped, still straddling his friend, his cock hardening between Levi’s pecs in anticipation of what was coming. Rolling his shoulders back as if stretching, tilting his head back, eyes rolling back into white, he recited an ancient Greek verse. A verse that had been used in ancient times during these same types of competitions, only they would turn the loser into a loincloth or what-the-fuck-ever. 

Thad’s body pulsed for a second and then he leaned over Levi who rolled his eyes again and opened his mouth, knowing the procedure. Thad held onto the sides of Levi’s head and drooled into Levi’s mouth. But this wasn’t your standard drool; what came out of Thad’s mouth was a thick, almost gelatinous substance that glowed intensely and brightly in a sort of baby blue hue. It landed in Levi’s mouth and plunged down into his gullet and he sputtered a few coughs.

Levi’s body was immediately sent into vibrating convulsions, his body thrashing, his arms shaking, his legs kicking, his hips bucking under Thad’s weight, his hardening cock flailing. Thad understood the feeling well. He gave his friend one last thrill for the next few days and reached behind to pump his friend’s cock. Through Levi’s shaking, he breathed out a moan. It didn’t take long to bring him to completion, as the transformation was always secretly very arousing for those who went through it. Within about 20 seconds, Levi’s hips bucked more fervently and he shot several ropes of cum onto Thad’s back. 

Thad brought his hand back around to his front and started sucking his fingers clean. He smacked his lips and grinned, leaning down by Levi’s face, “See you on the other side buddy!” He planted a comical, popping kiss on Levi’s lips.

Panting and laughing slightly through his convulsions, Levi smiled and uttered a moaning, “F-f-f-u-u-u-c-c-c-k-k-k y-y-o-o-u-u, d-u-u-u-u-d-e...”

After his last remark, Levi’s head sunk into his body, followed by his arms and legs, and his chest and torso shrunk down, deflating rapidly, making Thad plop down to the ground on his bare ass. Levi’s cock sunk into his nut suck, which developed a white color and a stretchier dexterity, as the rest of his body thinned and became more elastic, separating into straps. It all happened in a matter of seconds. The only evidence of Levi’s existence was sitting limply on the floor as white jockstrap.

Well, that was it. The cum splattered up Thad’s back would be the last anyone saw of Levi for the next 10 days. And Thad realized that had even just swallowed some of the last remnants of him. Whoops! He got insanely hard at the thought.

Thad spun around on the floor and scooped up the jockstrap, then laid down onto the floor and stuck his feet up. He fed his legs through the straps and pulled them up around his thighs and waist. He didn’t wait for his cock to soften and instead tucked it downwards and fed his dick and balls into the pouch of the jockstrap. He sat up and then bounced up onto his feet, cracking his neck and stretching.

He made his way over to the bed and sat down, cupping his junk and pulling back the straps to snap against his skin with a giggle.

He felt the crotch of the jockstrap begin to writhe against his junk and he rubbed back at it in approval. Then the jockstrap writhed with more ferocity, really making his cock respond very positively. Then it happened again, visibly making his package jiggle and nearly sending Thad over the edge.

“Careful dude, you’re gonna make me blow a load in you!”

The jockstrap responded by vibrating so heavily and so intensely against his cock that his voice caught in his chest and his body went rigid and bucked involuntarily. His junk seemed to have a life of its own as the jockstrap surrounding it made his package visibly bounce and jiggle and pulse. Within seconds, Thad groaned and gripped the mattress as he fired a huge load into the pouch of the jockstrap, making it pool out the sides and moisten Thad’s thighs, seeping through the fabric and wetting the mattress under him. He looked down at the jockstrap with a shuddering laugh.

Levi would for sure be doing this every fucking chance he could. Thad wouldn’t be able to sit through any lecture for 10 full days without creaming his shorts in front of everyone. Payback’s a bitch!

So, what do you think of your new home and your body? Ah yes, it's true, you don't have a body anymore since you are no longer human and you are now my property. You are going to join my little collection of underwear.

You who used to devour my eyes when we were posing together in our underwear during the photo shoot. When I was alone in front of the lens, I saw you backstage, staring at me, almost drooling. I knew you would be mine when I saw you sniffing my clothes from my bag in my dressing room. It was nice to see you so concentrated by the intense smell of the jockstrap you were holding in your hands and you didn't even realize I was behind you. It was only when I locked the dressing room door that you turned around and realized what you had just done.

I approached you and reassured you that I wouldn't tell anyone and that it would stay between us. I saw you blush with shame and you didn't dare say anything. As soon as I was next to you, I started to take off my underwear, put both hands behind your head and pushed it towards my cock. You didn't even have time to react that my dick was in your mouth. You were trying to fight back, but I was holding you back. To calm you down, I pulled you back and you sat down in a chair. With my hands, I swung your head back and forth. It felt so good for me, because I needed to decompress after that shoot. But for you, you didn't enjoy it as much. My dick was getting harder and longer and reached the bottom of your mouth. After a few movements, you were less agitated and you were enjoying yourself more and more. You had your eyes closed and you were more and more concentrated on my cock and the taste of my hot sperm that I was expelling in your mouth. You liked more and more that your hands were wrapped around my waist.

Your body was starting to shrink and get thinner. Your hands merged at my back and your legs and feet left the ground to touch my buttocks. I didn't have to swing your head anymore because you were completely clutching onto me and my cock. I could see you static, with your eyes closed, tasting my sperm. You didn't realize that inside you, your organs, muscles and bones were melting. Your chestnut hair was falling out, your ears and nose disappeared, your eyes were sealed forever and your mouth encompassed my balls. At that point, you were just a mass of human skin. And then your skin spread all over my pelvis and started to look like a jockstrap. Finally, the final changes took place with the change in texture and color of your skin, which became a yellow and black blend of cotton fiber and polyester. In a few minutes, you were nothing more than a poor little jockstrap. My jockstrap.

You'll keep sniffing my perfume, but you'll have as new tasks of keeping my hard cock and big balls warm, supporting my beautiful buttocks and absorbing my sweat, piss and sperm. Admit that you like it? 

You are so tight, so elastic and so comfortable that I want to wear you all the time, even during my next photo shoots.