Nick hadn't showered since the last time he wore Matt. He was glistening with sweat from the sauna when Matt began his final hours as a jockstrap. Nick hurriedly jerked off a load into his jockstrap pouch. Matt made gagging noises in Nick's mind until the big splooge. Then he burped, and said in a slurred voice, "Shweet."
Nick smiled jockstrap boy couldn't hold his cum. Nick finished dressing, and headed to the weight room for a particularly grueling workout. As sweat was was dripping from his forehead down his nose, Nick's alarm went off. He paused his workout, a patted his crotch as he headed to the locker room, and whispered, "Feeding time, jockguy."
Matt was in his own special heaven and hell. He was a jockstrap now. His purpose was to cradle and protect his wearer's manhood, and to absorb sweat. He was sopping wet. He was being used the way a jockstrap was meant to be used. He was achieving perfection as Nick's jockstrap, but Matt reminded himself that he was really human, and that he was so worth so much more as a human than as a jockstrap. Doubt crept in. Wasn't he? Nick wanted and needed him, and oh gawd no! Nick had gone into the locker room to use a bathroom stall to jerk off in, and soon Matt was absorbing the hot white intoxicating cream, and drifted off into a happy haze known only two jockstraps.
Nick resumed his workout. His muscles ached, and he stank, but it would be worth it if Matt surrendered himself to Nick as his permanent owner. Then he stopped suddenly. He had an idea. He went to his locker, and rummaged through Matt's clothes. He extracted Matt's housekey and Matt's address. Then he closed his locker leaving it unlocked. Nick hurriedly left the building, and began running at top speed toward Matt's home with the key clenched tight in the palm of his hand. When he got to the house, he clutched his side and panted heavily. His heart was racing. He probably set personal record. He opened the door, and found Matt's room.
The Chronovac was counting down, 7:38...7:37...7:36.
Time for one more feeding.
Matt had regained awareness about a mile from his home. He knew that Nick was sprinting, but he had no idea where he was going until Nick pulled his shorts off, and Matt saw that Nick was in Matt's bedroom. Then Nick plopped his sweaty bare ass down in Matt's desk chair and started jerking off.
Nick could see the computer screen between Nick's fingers. The Chronovac was counting down 4:04...4:03...3:59. His view of the countdown was obscured by the hand massaging Matt's pouch and Nick's stiffening manhood.
At last Nick blew his load. It was the biggest one yet. Matt saw the clock running down as he absorbed the semen. Matt struggled to stay conscious. "00:03, 00:02, 00:01..."
00:00. The Chronovac ran down.