A Customized Jockstrap Part 4
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This story is partially fiction and partially fact. Play safe out there. Needy subs who get off on thinking about an alpha's jockstrap can contact me with their own needs and offers of submission or ideas for how the jockstrap can be used.
Thanks to US92 for a great suggestion that I have incorporated into this story. Always hot to chat with a horny and clever guy.
Jockstrap prep part 4
The jockstrap preparation for the bottom submissive continues. At the end of part 3, a hot memory of a fuck session had me pumping another load of my cum into the jockstrap I was prepping to send to a bottom who just had to have one of my cummy/pissy straps.
The memory of fucking the gay "top" had me so aroused that I let myself cum before I worked through the entire memory. I filled his ass with my beer piss in the bathroom of my hotel room, put a butt plug in his ass, and told him there was a bathroom at the end of the hall. There was only one problem for the poor "top" who was a submissive bottom bitch for me.
There was no bathroom at the end of the hall. I had the message all ready to go for him in the app as soon as I heard my door click shut. Then I hit send.
"I'm off to sleep bottom boy. There's no bathroom at the end of the hall. Have fun getting home. I NEED that plug back. Send me a picture of you holding it in your ass. Don't just ignore me either. Your husband texted you while you were in the shower. Saw his number flash on your phone that you forgot to take to bathroom. Cute picture you have of him. Do you want him to know his "total top" man is the biggest sub bottom I've had in quite a while?"
And off to sleep I went. Sleep is what happened in the hotel room right after I sent the "top" with the plug in his hole that message.
I woke up and almost thought I was back in that hotel room after the fond memory I had about it the night before. But I was not. I was home, in my own bed and popping morning wood with a full bladder. Before I decided to get up, there was a message from the submissive who had paid me to prepare a jockstrap for him. He had attached three pictures of his cock ("cockle" is the more accurate term, given its size) in a cock cage. He told me he could not wait to get my nasty jockstrap.
Really good thing he messaged me too--this way I could put my morning piss to good use. I'd respond to him later, but I had to take my morning piss and my bladder could wait no longer. My backyard is secluded and with just my shorts and jockstrap on, I went to the backyard to get that rank morning piss out of me. I was gonna soak that jockstrap and soak it good. After adjusting my cock to point upwards, I let the piss fly in that jockstrap and the shorts. I was hard as a rock by the time I was done. When the shorts were pretty much dripped dry, I went in, took them off and got ready for my day.
I emailed my jockstrap purchaser, told him what I had done and told him that he needed to find a cock to suck or fuck today. That should keep him occupied. I thought about being a manager of his online profile on some gay fuck site, but decided to wait to do that. After all, there is only so much time.
Remembering last night the "top" I had fucked and given my piss to still had me so horny that after I got some actual work done, I went back to read the story I had written about what happened the next day. Besides with all the "real world" work I had to do, there wasn't really time to find a bottom to meet my needs and so I decided another wank session late that morning was in order.
My mind returned to the morning after I had pissed in that "top"'s ass and shoved a plug in it.
Twenty minutes after he left, I got a picture of him with the plug still in his hole. It was probably staged after he'd emptied myself of his piss, but he at least got credit for trying. Then a message begging me not to tell his boyfriend.
I didn't see it until the next morning. While I didn't have a hangover, I had consumed enough beer that after my "top who is really a bottom" had left, I passed out and went to sleep. When I did wake up and decided to bother with my phone, I sent him a message:
"hot pic. Hope it was before you let my piss leave your body. Boyfriend catch you?"
I put my phone away. Even if he responded right away, I was not going to respond back immediately anyway. While I had no work meetings all day, there were work-related things I could be doing and needed to do. Mr. "top who is really a bottom" could wait. A couple of hours later, my to-do list was done and brunch was in my belly. I saw the response which had been sent immediately after he got my message apparently.
"I'm not certain how I'll get that back to you. Boyfriend was still asleep when I got home."
I rolled my eyes. Not certain my ass.
"I only put it in you as a favor to you until you could take care of what I put in there. I'd like to have it back. You'll figure something out. I checkout tomorrow morning. If you're really the top in the relationship, you'll just tell him you have an errand."
I put the phone away but turned on notifications so I could hear when he responded. I was not sitting there waiting for him.
My phone dinged and my eyes glazed over the whiny message he sent. It did not include a time he was coming over and was full of some bullshit or other.
I responded by sending him a short video clip of that clearly showed his face sucking my dick. Quickly sent another that showed him on his back, legs spread, taking cock in his hole. Pictures are always worth so much more than words.
I was already stroking my dick as I remembered sending him the video. I was popping a good boner in my jockstrap--but I knew what was to come.
The phone buzzed and the message "I'll figure something out and let you know" popped up. I responded with "give me at least a half hour warning faggot before you show up" and got back to work.
Sitting in a motel room away from the distractions of home allowed me to get quite a bit of work done. Two hours later there was a message from my "top who is really a bottom."
"I'll be there in half an hour sir."
Sir? He was now calling me Sir. Hmmmm...
I responded,
"Sir says you should wear sweats, tshirt, socks, and shoes. Socks optional. Nothing else--no underwear and no jockstrap. Plug needs to be up your ass."
I downed a couple of beers (ok...it was three) while I waited a half hour for him to arrive. The door was ajar and I was sitting in a chair, beer in hand, only wearing a jockstrap. My cock was about half-chubbed up knowing this submissive faggot was on his way. He knocked and I told him to come on in and to leave the door ajar the way I had it.
"Strip faggot."
"But Sir, I don't have time. And the door."
"Yes you do. I have pictures. I have a hard cock. You have time. Don't worry about the door."
Sheepishly he removed his clothes.
"Show me the plug."
And there it was, right in his hole where it belonged. I used my fingers to wiggle it a little in his ass, but did not remove it.
"Good boy. Now get on your hands and knees and suck my cock. I have a hardon that needs serviced."
And he did. Just like last night he worked that cock of mine like a pro. I took a tie off the table next to the chair and blindfolded him.
"Why Sir?"
"Because controlling your vision makes you more aroused. And because I like to do it. Quit asking questions and really work the underside of my shaft a little better from now on."
He was working my cock with my hands on his head holding him down. I had seen the man enter my room and quietly remove his clothes by the door after shutting it. I had first met him this morning when Mr. "top who is really a bottom" was messaging me while he was at work.
Apparently the dude who was sucking on my cock had an app on his phone that his partner does as well that shows the other's exact location. My cocksucker either didn't know the app was there or had forgotten about it. His partner noticed exactly where he was last night--down to my room. The app must be as precise as hell. Anyway my cocksucker's partner knocked on my door this morning and asked me if I had a hookup in my room last night. My hackles were slightly raised and I wasn't really in the mood to fight with some jealous husband/boyfriend over some random sex I was having with their partner. I said "I'm not really certain that's any of your business" in what my friend calls my "slightly pissed off dad/teacher voice."
The guy had responded so nicely that I almost felt bad for half sounding like a dick. "Oh guy...you misunderstand me. Please hear me out. I am not mad or looking for a fight at all. I know my partner was here last night. I know what he was probably doing. I'm not mad at you and I'm completely harmless. I'd just like to teach that fucking submissive faggot I live with a lesson and a good one."
I invited him in my room. We had a nice long chat during which we cooked up a plan.
And so here we were.
I was sitting having my cock sucked by this blindfolded submissive who told his husband he was a top--while his husband thought he was out running some errands. And behind this "submissive" was his husband.
"Keep sucking my cock faggot," I said while I pushed his head all the way down to my crotch.
I smiled at the man standing behind my cocksucker. The cocksucker thought he and I were alone in the room. The man behind the cocksucker was his husband. The cocksucker had told his husband he was all top. The husband, in love with the cocksucker agreed to bottom for him. But the husband, as he told me earlier that day--loved to top and needed to top.
"Suck it faggot. Suck this cock with that plug in your ass." I pushed his head down even harder. He was not moving. His husband pulled the plug out of his ass. I saw the cocksucker's eyes open wider than ever when he realized that his plug was being removed, but not by me.
His eyes were going to get opened even wider in a second when the cocksucker felt a leaking cock enter his hole. I thought he was going to literally gag on my cock as he realized he was being fucked by someone else who had rammed his cock balls deep in his ass.
I pulled his head off my cock.
"Do not try and remove the blindfold bitch. How does that feel in your hole?"
"So fucking good. Oh...fuck....."
Yeah he was loving that cock up his ass.
"Did he wrap it? Who is this guy?"
"Bitch. It's bare...the way you need it."
"Tell me...is he hitting that magic spot in your ass? That spot that every faggot loves to have hit?"
All he could do was moan.
I guess that meant the answer was yes. I smiled at the guy as he kept fucking and fucking and fucking. Damn it was like he hadn't had ass in ages--which apparently was true.
I put his mouth back on my cock and told him to suck me. The top behind him was about ready to cum. He groaned and moaned and nearly howled as he bred that ass like he had not bred a hole in his entire life. He pulled his cock out and I told the bottom to clean it and then proceeded to fuck that well-lubed hole myself.
He was still sucking his partner's cock which apparently he had not done in ages since he was a "total top." And here he was now getting his ass fucked and his mouth fucked. His partner removed the tie and then the bottom realized that his husband was the anonymous guy who had just planted a load in his "I'm a total top ass."
At that moment "Mr. I'm a total top" creamed a huge load of cum from his cock on the hotel room floor. The contractions of his ass muscles forced me to drain my own load in his ass. At that point, his former bottom sprayed a load in his throat. The cocksucker stood up and his husband said "total top my ass."
The memory had me so hard in my jockstrap that I shot so hard that most of it went right through my strap. I rubbed it all over my jock and reveled in the smell of my cum and the memory of the hot guys I had met during that hotel stay.
I occasionally hear from that couple--both of whom thanked me for really putting the kink in their relationship.
I tried.
With another load of cum dumped in my strap, it was time to get back to work. I needed to see if the submissive for whom I was filling this jock with cum had tried to get some cock while I had been working--on real work and on his jockstrap.
I'd have to wait for the cum to dry in my strap before taking another total piss in it--gotta get those stains in that white fabric.
More to cum--I've got two more days of jockstrap prep before I mail this off.
Comments and responses from readers are welcome and appreciated--even if you don't want to purchase a jockstrap. Just knowing you enjoyed the story is motivation. Derrick