(Story) Mark To Jockstrap

Had a few requests from you lads for some inanimate tfs into shoes and boxers some pretty out there sh#t too. I had a think and Gaz the genie is keen to make some men into the property of other men in a set of short stories. So let me know what ya think of this new style and I might get Gaz to do more...

MARK TO JOCKSTRAP

Mark was at work, getting changed when he heard Paul enter the locker room. He was covered in mud and grime from a day on the construction site and stank to high heaven. After a few minuets he got changes and paused at his locker “Mate, where the F@#k is ma jockstrap?!” he shouted, slamming the door of his locker. His shlong and balls swinging around under his baggy shirt,. “Mark, ya fag, you bloody took it didn’t ya!” he stomped over, much taller and more brawny than he Mark, Paul easily grabbed him and lifted him up against the wall. “P-Paul mate, I didn’t touch ya-MUUFFFPH” But he was cut off by a thick, beefy hand covering his mouth. “Shut it c@nt” Spitting in what was left revealed of his face.

“Well I gotta go play Rugby, so I need ma jock, your gonna have to do fag!” and he gripped hard, so Mark couldn’t move his head an inch. Then Paul lowered him and slowly pressed his face down to his cock and balls. The musk was so strong, Mark snorted. He was gay, but this wasn’t what he had in mind when he had fantasied about the stinking hulk. “Yeaaaaa boy takle a long sniff, its all your gonna be getting for a while init” Mark couldn’t help but breath some of the BO and musk. It was heavy, like a man should be, almost reminding him of a bathroom or gym shower. His face was bring held tight against the hairy shaft, it throbbed against his cheek, the huge balls slapping his chin, each the size of an egg and hanging in a thick, dark tanned sack. Mark moans as the hand released his mouth and he was guided down. His mouth brushing the baggy head. “Go on mate, I aint got long, f@#king get on there!” before he was pushed up and his throat was opened and filled in a single motion.

It was huge, at least 12 inches and soon Paul could let go, Mark was going alone and couldn’t seem to stop. He gagged as he tried to pull away but Paul just laughed. “Oh damn that’s great fam” before he slowly placed his hand on the back of Marks head and pulled him in. He tried to fight but slowly, the was forced all the way up to the balls. He choaked, his lungs panicked as the huge shaft penetrated his throad and the huge head lodged in his Jaw. “Shhhh, don’t worry mate, be over soon my little fag friend” and with that, Paul took Marks hand and wrapped them round his waist, when he lt go, his arms snapped together and hugged, Marks hand locked together on the other side.

He was seriously worried now, he couldn’t breathe, his arms had gone numb and now his legs ached too. It wasn’t much longer before Mark felt the cock grow, it began to fill his head, his chest. He gagged a few final times as he lost the ability to argue back. Paul manhandled his legs and seemed to fold them up in some way he couldn’t understand. All that mattered was the hot smell. The heat was getting worse by the second. The taste was, everywhere?! Like his whole body had become a tongue, BO and sweat seeped into his very being. He knew this was Pauls smell, that stink seemed to totally take over as his body came up to huge something furry. Paul adjusted his new jock as the dirty white fabric began to drip with sweat and his hard dick leaked pre into his mates old face. “Fuck, I’m gonna-im gonna nut bruv!” Mark felt the tension around him, the fur globes tightened, the balls and dick that filled his whole body now burt and he felt the cum wet him, from top to bottom, inside and out. He was almost gone now.

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Mark screamed from his dark wet prison, Paul yanked hard, forcing his cloth body up into his ass crack as a final punishment. “My farts are gonna be fun for ya” he jeered, pressing his insides as he let out a long belch and loud fart. Mark could taste it, he couldn’t not taste everything that happened to him now. Paul could only just hear the muffled moans as they faded, the Jock tightly forming around him as he stepped outside. “Maybe Ill play in just you, get muddy as hell, might pass ya round after, bet the lads would love to try ya on ay fag”