A Customized Jockstrap Part 3
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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.
The jockstrap preparation for the bottom submissive continues.
My cock was hard in my white jockstrap as I laid in bed and remembered that trip where the random guy in the hotel fitness center sucked the piss out of my jockstrap and the cum from my cock. I needed to shoot tonight's load in the jockstrap I was wearing, one that was still damp from the several times I had pissed in it earlier in the day. An online submissive had paid me for the privilege of having one of my nasty jockstraps for his own. I needed to cum in it before I went to sleep. To help arouse the biggest load of cum I could, I thought back to what happened after I left the hotel workout room and returned to my own room.
I changed my profile on a few hookup apps to indicate I was looking for a submissive who needed a top to serve for the night. Then I went to look at a few loose ends from work while I waited. Submissives were always on those sites looking for tops, doms, alphas, and the like who needed service. In addition to my stats, I indicated I was looking to bust a nut or two and drain my bladder in an eager sub who knew his place. The pic of me in leather chaps and no shirt would hopefully help.
Reading through my emails indicated that the work meeting I had tomorrow was cancelled. The client still needed the work done (meaning I'd get paid), but decided we didn't need to meet. Perfect. I could drink as much of the 24-pack of beer I had in the fridge and not have to worry about being witty and articulate at 8 in the morning. I answered the email quickly and popped open a beer. Chugging it down pretty quickly, I opened another and my phone starting giving off alerts.
There were a few guys who hit me up. I wasn't in the mood for five hours of messaging back and forth. Two of them looked promising and I messaged them back. I opened another beer and decided to wait a little while before checking for a response. Submissives are better when they are eager, but one can't push them too far. With two beers in my system and starting to relax, I checked the phone again. A thirty-something submissive--6 foot tall, 180 pounds, bald, short beard--was the best possible match. We chatted awhile. He was married to his husband and supposedly only topped his husband, but had a submissive side and wanted to be dominated. His husband did not know he played and he had the night free--perfect.
He was about fifteen minutes away. I told him he was to come over. He was to enter my room and immediately strip. He was to wear a jockstrap and keep his faggot dick in it at all times. I did not want to see his wiener. He was told that he was not to touch himself. He responded that he was on his way. I chugged my third and then my fourth beer. I was feeling good--nice and relaxed and horny.
I stripped down to my nasty white jockstrap and waited. The door was propped open. I was sitting in the room's chair with a newly opened beer in my hand when he entered the room. There were five empties on the counter--didn't realize I had that many. He shut the door and started to walk towards me.
"I said to strip as SOON as you entered the room bitch. Do it NOW."
Looking somewhat embarrassed he took off the sweats, tshirt, and shoes he was wearing. He started to walk towards me. "Socks, bitch."
Damn...this fucker needed to be trained.
"Bring me your socks when you come over here." He approached me and got on his knees. I chugged more beer and didn't say a word. I looked down at the pouch of my jockstrap. "Service me faggot."
And he placed his mouth on the pouch of my jock and get the tip of my pouch-covered manhood in his mouth and he sucked me through the fabric. It felt good having his submissive mouth on my prick. I was at full-on erection when I realized I needed to piss. The need made me soften ever so slightly.
"Take my cock out bitch."
He moved my jockstrap to the side and my cock felt free and wanted his mouth again. But this time I didn't need a blow job. I needed my bladder drained.
"I have to piss bitch. Be ready."
And damn it, he was. He took the last few inches of my cock in his mouth and started to then suck the whole thing.
"No sucking bitch. I need to take a piss."
He started to pull my cock out of his mouth, acting like he didn't want to swallow what was about to come flowing from my cock. "You told me you were into piss." I put my hands on his head, holding him. He was going to drink my piss. Fucker was not as agreeable as the guy in the workout room. No matter.
"Gonna take the leak now bitch. You want it. You know you want it. You wanted it in the chat we had an hour ago. You told me you wanted to drink the piss of a dom top `right from the tap.' Those were your words." I scrolled into our chat and told him how he was a secret whore who needed things from a top instead of the bottom he lived with and apparently fucked. I pointed to my crotch and said "this is the tap and it's gonna go in you or on you."
His resistance faded just a bit and once I had my cock in his mouth again, I let go of all that beer piss. Every drop went in his throat." It felt so good to drain my bladder which was so full it was painful. He gagged a few times, but spillage was minimal. He tried to stroke his cock, but I stopped him. That was all the proof I needed to know that he liked it. Faggot got hard drinking piss from another man's cock. Yeah he was a submissive after all.
"I don't want to see you stroke that fucking wiener you got. You must really like Dad's piss to drink all of it like that and to get a stiffie in the process."
"Now get me hard again." He sucked my bare prick, getting all the piss off, and making me wet and hard. I needed to fuck and not fuck his face. I wanted his hole.
"Get up on the bed like a dog and show me that hole like the bitch you are."
I looked at that hole--it did look nice and didn't have that look of getting fucked regularly. He put his hands on his cheeks to expose his hole even more.
I was ready to mount. I was ready to fuck and this bitch was going to take my nut. I popped open another beer, sat it where I could reach it, and told the bitch to prepare for a fucking. "This is going to be how your husband really needs to get fucked. Pay attention to how I fuck you and fuck your husband like this the next time. Oh wait...there's not a way a bitch like you could ever top anyone like how I'm going to fuck you."
And I slid my cock in his hole balls deep and left it there for a just a few seconds, enjoying the feeling. I grabbed the beer, took a good drink, put it down, belched, and started pounding his hole. He started to moan and whine like a bitch. I just wasn't in the mood for that tonight.
"Stuff those socks of you in your mouth. I don't want to hear you right now. I don't want you to think about begging this slightly drunk top to manfuck your ass."
And I slid out, pulling the tip to the entrance to his ass before diving right back in. I could hear muffled cries from the sock-filled bitch whose ass I was plowing over and over repeatedly. I felt the urge to cum build in my balls and decided to pace myself just a bit. I stopped with my cock fully inserted in his hole, grabbed my beer and finished it. I let out a loud belch when I was done and resumed the fucking. This faggot probably had never heard a real man belch in his entire life. My balls were boiling again and I decided to just let them drain themselves by ramming him hard one last time. I heard his head hit the wall of the room--probably waking a neighbor--and my cock exploded in his hole. He would take a load of cum home to his husband.
The memory had me aroused. I took my cock out of the white jockstrap I was preparing for my sub and started to gently stroke it. I needed to pace myself in order to build the biggest load I could to cream into my jockstrap for the faggot who had paid me for the privilege of having one of my nasty jockstraps.
I remembered how the rest of the evening went. After pulling out of his well-fucked hole, the bitch removed the socks from his mouth and then asked to use my shower.
I rolled my eyes and him and said "let me think about it while I finish another beer. You need to beg me for the right to use my shower." I knew damn well why he wanted to take a shower. He didn't want his husband to know he was getting cock up his ass. He crawled over to where I was sitting and started cleaning my cock, removing what cum of mine and assfunk of his was on it. I finished my beer and had a plan. He could use the shower. I just told him not to make a mess.
I sat in the chair, slowing stroking my cock. An old butt plug I had used on a previous sub was sitting on the top of my luggage. Now I had the perfect use for it. When it was about at three-fourths of an erection, I heard the shower stop. He was going to dry himself off. Perfect. I finished my beer, grabbed the plug, got up and walked into the bathroom.
He was bending over to pick up something and I stood right behind him with my now fully erect manhood. He felt me and resisted at first, but after I put my arms around him, he submitted like the submissive he really is. His ass was lubed from the previous fucking and I easily slid into him. I put myself in balls deep, but I wasn't going to fuck him.
"You needed a bigger load in you than I had to give."
And I started to piss a long, strong stream of beerpiss into his ass. He tried to pull away and said "Nooooo." But the moment he really felt my warm piss in his ass he let out a low moan of pleasure.
"Ohhhhh fuck...that feels so warm and so good.......ohhhh fuck...."
And I drained who knows how many cans of beer into his ass.
I got as much piss out through my dick as I could. You can't shake your dick off while pissing in an ass.
"Hold tight while I pull out." And he did.
I grabbed the buttplug and put it in his ass.
"Get dressed and leave now. You are dismissed. There's a bathroom at the end of the hall."
The memory had me jacking and stroking hard and on the edge of a really good cum. I put my cock back in the jockstrap I was preparing for my remote sub and shot a huge load of creamy cum in the strap I was wearing. It would leave a nice mark in the pouch.
And I was off to sleep. I still had three days of jockstrap preparation to go before I was to mail the cummy/pissy jockstrap to the submissive who couldn't live without my smelly jock and had paid me for the honor.
We'll see what other memories made me nut in the strap and how I loved pissing in it in future installments. Submissives who feel the need and think they are worthy of smelling my jockstrap can email me at derrick1968mwm@gmail.com.