Jeff perceives that he has been purchased but is unaware who might be the one that has taken him.
When the light pops through the opened box Jeff sees that it is Deacon. A bully he had been friends with to some extent.
Jeff can't figure out how he would possibly be able to fit on him.
Oh crap how am I ever going to fit on that?
Deacon tugged and pulled until Jeff was stretched out around his mammoth middle. Uh yea nice and tight. Deacon began to rub Jeff against his crotch and Jeff felt Deacon's hidden cock begin to poke out producing a bulge in the main part of the Jeff jockstrap. Oh Damn This feels so good.
Soon Jeff felt not only a wet spot growing in him but a torrent of salty cream embedding itself into the very fiber of his being.
Damn that felt good. Deacon laid down on his bed and and went to sleep. Jeff heard and felt the powerful snoring coming from Deacon. He had never been near him when he was asleep and even if Jeff wanted to sleep the snoring would have never let him do so. Deacon was rattling the windows.
Deacon wore Jeff almost constantly with the exception of showering and an occasional washing when Jeff got too crusty. But the fibers never let loose of all of the seed that Deacon expelled and even though Deacon was a big man when Jeff first was acquired by Deacon that was the smallest he was for the life of Jeff's job as Deacon's jockstrap.