"Yeah, you own me, but soon you won't be able to get off torturing me. It's not torture if I like it," Ryan thought back at his owner. He struggled to squeeze more delicious cum out of Snake's balls.
"Oh, fuck that feels good," Snake moaned. He had a bad feeling. He might have to wear Ryan just to get hard. It felt so good. He closed his eyes. If it was just a mindless jockstrap would it still hunger like this. He hoped so. He wasn't sure. He closed his eyes and blew another load. He was losing his mind.
Ryan grinned with Snake's exhausted face. It wasn't his own face, but he was in control. He might be addicted to Jason's cum, but Jason was addicted to cumming. After his fifth ejaculation, he passed out, and Ryan had a body again. He needed a shower, but he knew better now than to take the jockstrap off. He showered wearing the jockstrap. A warm shower so as not to wake Jason. He toweled off, and blew dry the jockstrap. Jason's mind was an open book, he considered Ryan a mindless jock now, and nothing to be worried about. Ryan would keep him thinking that as long as he could until he figured out some way to avoid being -uh, oh, damn, he was still hungry. He pulled on some shorts, and a half tee-shirt. Ryan's not Snake's clothing. It hung a bit loose, but it showed off Snake's muscled abs. He needed cum bad, and he didn't mind using Jason this way to get it. He headed to the public bathroom at the beach.
Ten minutes later he had $40 in his pocket and the loads of two strangers soaking into his jockstrap. It tasted great. Snake made a great hustler. Ryan grinned, he was really popular. Every guy wanted the tough looking hot dude to give them a blow or hand job. Ryan managed to blow a couple loads out of Snake's drained balls after an hour or two. With $1000 in his pocket, he headed toward a store on the boardwalk that was open 24 hours.