Tony had stopped responding to Ryan's pleas, cajoling, whining and jabbering on the first day. Ryan couldn't understand how Tony could be this horny all the time. Tony didn't bother to try to explain just how hot it was to be wearing the school's top stud, and turning him into his own personal cum depository. After a couple weeks of constant wear, and three or five loads each day, Ryan was sullen and depressed. A broken jock was even hotter. Tony started practicing romantic lines from a pickup artist's book, while he jerked off. Ryan wasn't sure if Tony was just practicing for girls or if the dialogue was directed toward Ryan. Tony did go on a couple dates during Ryan's time as his jockstrap, but being unwilling to take off his jockstrap or let the girl touch it was kind of a mood killer.
Twice a week, Tony would spar with Vinnie, Horst , and Carter. After 3 weeks, Ryan realized it was hopeless. Tony was just using his buds as living punching bags.
The last two weeks, Ryan was sullen and defeated. His attitude was getting Tony off six to ten times each day. And the constant cunning was making his attitude worse. He expected to be Tony's jockstrap forever. That thought alone kept Tony hard.
Today, Carter was wearing boxing gloves and headgear in the hopes that after his pummeling that Tony would be finally bored of Ryan.
Things were going as usual for Tony's human punching bag until a fire engine raced by the gym with all sirens blaring. Tony turned his head, and Carter's fists connected one, two, and Tony went down knocked out cold. At first Carter thought Tony might be faking, but quickly realized that he had knocked Tony out. He had rescued Ryan, that was if Tony honored the bet. Carter waved Horst and Vinnie over.
"You did it. Carter, you ko'd Tony!"
" Yeah, let's get him to the locker room and get Ryan off him before he comes to, " Carter pleaded. He expected Tony would be made at him.
The three got Tony out of the ring, and into the locker room.