#jockstrap

This post is a short choose-your-own-adventure story. Read the intro and skip ahead to the section you choose. And remember, I’m looking for photos to post with my stories. Send me some photos of YOU if you want to be featured (anonymously, or otherwise).

Your phone lights up with this message: Ready for Valentine’s Day? Tell your followers about the lucky guy you’ll be spending the day with.

[Yes! I have a date.]

[No. I’m single.]

You select the second option. A new message pops up: We can fix that! Answer this question and we’ll hook you up with your dream date. Describe yourself:

[A total stud. The envy of the locker room.]

[A kid at heart. Loves to be a spoiled.]

[A puppy dog. Adventurous and loyal.]

A total stud.

You press the button with a smirk. Of course you’re a stud. Anyone who’s seen your cock knows. Even now it feels tight in your pants. You reach down to adjust your bulge and feel something hard. Hard like plastic. You look down your gym shorts to see you’re wearing a jockstrap you hadn’t put on. How did that get there?

A wave of strong musk wafts up from the cup, even though you know you showered just this morning. You try to run your thumb under the waistband, but the black mesh athletic cup won’t budge. It seems to be fused with your crotch, as solid as any other part of your body.

Your phone buzzes with a new message. Welcome to the Single’s Awareness Day (S.A.D.) program, stud. Your S.A.D. suit has been activated. The jockstrap model will deny you the ability to touch your cock. It also enhances your pheromones to attract dominant men. Once per week, you will be permitted orgasm if you meet the following conditions: You wear nothing but the jockstrap in at least three (3) different gym locker rooms for two (2) hours each. You give blowjobs to at least seven (7) different men. You get fucked by at least seven (7) different men. You smell at least a dozen men’s dirty underwear.

Your enrollment in this program will continue until a man you’ve met in a locker room claims you, at which point the suit’s settings will be controlled by him.

A kid at heart.

As you press this button, you feel your pants get warm. And wet. You just wet yourself! You curse and wiggle your way out of your pants. How could this happen? As you peel your wet underwear off, the sight of your cock confuses you. You shave from time to time, but now your crotch is perfectly smooth. And your dick looks smaller.

The doorbell rings.

You stumble into a new pair of pants and answer the door. No one is there, but there’s a large package addressed to you. You bring it in and open it up. Inside are several neat square bundles with labels: Little Pawz. Space. BareBum. They’re diapers.

Your phone buzzes with a new message: Welcome to the Single’s Awareness Day (S.A.D.) program, boy. Your S.A.D. suit has been activated. Unlike other models, the diaper boy configuration has no physical presence. Instead, the suit will prevent you from controlling your bladder, or achieving self-pleasure. An order a diapers has been delivered to your address for your convenience. Please open the “starter pack” now.

You look for the pack in the box and see a single wrapped diaper. When you rip open the plastic, it lets out a puff of white powder. You choke on the flowery scent. Baby powder! By the time your vision clears, you notice the diaper in your hands is gone. It’s wrapped around your butt.

Your phone buzzes again: Starter diaper successfully installed. The S.A.D. suit will prevent you from removing your diapers. You will be assigned a new daddy each week to assist you with changes. Additionally, the daddy may give you an orgasm at his discretion. We recommend you obey commands from your daddies, if you want to be rewarded.

Your enrollment in this program will continue until a daddy claims you full-time, at which point the suit setting will be controlled by him.

You stare blankly at the message, unsure what to do. You notice the warm sensation around your groin again. The diaper swells.

A puppy dog.

You press the button and feel something firm around your neck. You feel a thick leather strap, a cold steel buckled, and a D-ring with dog tags that jingle. A collar! You fidget with the buckle for a couple minutes, but can’t find a way to remove it. You try to curse. But instead you hear “Woof!”

Ruff?

Your phone buzzes with a new message: Welcome to the Single’s Awareness Day (S.A.D.) program, pup. Your S.A.D. suit has been activated. In addition to converting your speech, the pup model will ensure you obey the orders of your owner. A new owner will be assigned to you each week. Before you are presented to your owner, he will send you a package of the gear you will wear for the week.

The doorbell rings, and you bark. Shit. You pull at the collar as you go to the door. You find a package addressed to you. You bring it inside and open it up. The package contains a steel chastity belt. A full rubber suit. Rubber mitts. And a rubber butt plug with a puppy tail.

You think to say “I’m not wearing this!” But you growl instead. When your collar shocks you, you yelp.

Your phone buzzes: You must obey your owner’s commands. After you are geared up, handler will arrive to secure you in a kennel. Then you will be transported to your first owner. Your enrollment in this program will end when an owner claims you full-time.

You whine and reach for the rubber gear.

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