"Ahh yeah", Chris grunted. He felt his huge, hairy nuts pull up towards his body for a third time. He grunted deeply as a thick sticky load of cum was blasted into the smelly worn jockstrap. "Three loads, there!", he said, panting and out of breath. He let go of his sticky dick and shoved it back into the smelly, stained pouch. "Dude, Chris, that is seriously gross. Your telling me you've been filling that nasty jockstrap up with 3 loads a day for 6 years and you have never washed it. Let alone, filling it with 6 years worth of sweat and grime. I can smell it from here!", Kize said.
Chris just smirked his scruffy face; "Yeah, dude, its for good luck. I think she's got another 10 years left!".
Jeff, the jockstrap, was hearing all of this. He was mortified; this was his permanent fate. He was stuck as a smelly, cum filled, yellowed jockstrap owned by this hairy, hygienically challenged, bull balled football jock. If he could scream, Jeff would. But of course, he couldn't. The only thing his dirty fabric body could do was remain motionless as he sucked up all of the nasty cum, piss, pre, and sweat this jock leaked.
Jeff was in hell right now. The Chronivac had left his senses of smell and taste intact, much to his horror. It felt like this jock's smelly cock was in his mouth and under his nose. It reeked of ball sweat and bo, and tasted like rank sweat. The cock was so big that it stretched out the fabric around the pouch. Jeff was also tasting the 3 thick loads he had dumped into Jeff. The cum reeked and tasted like shit. Never in his wildest nightmares would he imagine himself sucking up another mans sweat, BO, and cum. To make it even worse, Jeff could taste all the other loads; the dried remnants of cum and sweat that had been accumulating for 6 years. Jeff could feel the thick pubes rub against his jockstrap body, mixing with the cum. Jeff screamed inside his head again.
"Hey Kize, let's get on the field. It's time for practice!"
"Sure thing, you smelly fucker!", Kize said playfully. As they both ran onto the field, Jeff mentally prepared himself for the first of many practices cradling this jock's huge, smelly, sweaty meat.