Soon the blinding light fades to reveal a middle aged man. His face bears an evil grin as he raises Ryan up to nose and begins to draw in a whiff of his musky aroma. Ryan is pressed against his face and rubs against the man's goatee.
His new owner is int he nude and is already masturbating furiously to the smell and sight of Ryan's jockstrap form. The packaging is tossed aside while the guy scrolls through photos on his computer and letting jockstrap dangle over his leg.
The sight of this guy's cock is frightening to Ryan.
"What did that receipt say? Wear it if you're a size 32-36 or use it as your personal....cum rag." Ryan thought. "Shit I'm going to be some guys fucking cum rag!"
The Owner began to grunt and held the strap up to his throbbing dick. As it shot his load Ryan quickly was overwhelmed by the salty and bitter taste. He was soaked in this guy's seed. He soon wiped himself off with his new strap and even cleaned the sweat from his crotch and pits off with it.
Ryan soon found himself tossed into a drawer. As it shut he felt the cum drying on his body, and his mind wishing he was somewhere else.