mutabear:

“Dude, you have to cool it down. It’s your fault for not bothering to think about how open ended your request was. You said you would do whatever it took to get on the team, and you are willing to play any position or do whatever you could to help out. Well, I decided to take that literally. Now you are my jockstrap. I know you have been wanting to play rugby forever, and you have had the hots on most of the members of the team, including myself. Well, now you can get up close and personal with a big sweaty dick of one of the forwards. I’m sure a couple matches where you get to support my junk and soak up my sweat will do you good. All that masculinity and musk will have a pretty good effect on me when I change you back. You’ll be a little bit more piggish to be sure, but your muscles will grow a bit. Who knows, maybe if you spend enough time with my jockstrap you might be big enough to play on the team after all. But for now, you need to stop trying to milk my dick with your jockstrap body. It’s distracting, and while I for sure plan on blowing a load or two and to you later, for now I just need to concentrate on the game.”

just think of it as training, man. yur right up in the action. yur gettin to know the team a hell of a lot better. haha. 

what part of you is breathin this in dude? bet it smells good down there, but like… you got lungs in the mesh somewhere? neurons? haha. nonstop saturation with your rugby bro’s dick sweat, and yur still alive to appreciate it. yur gonna complain? gotta know your place, bro. not everyone’s meant to be a real jock… haha. guess you are, tho

mutabear:

There we go. I figured I would let you breathe a little bit, seeing as how much you have enjoyed cupping my balls. You have been a pretty good bro, but you make a much better jockstrap. I have been slowly soaking you with my juices, and it started to seep into what is left of your brain. You actively enjoy grabbing my junk now. You love how my balls stretch out your cloth body, how my dick throbs around your cloth chest, and how my cock drips plenty of pre-cum into you. You soak up everything I give you, craving it, and needing it badly. Whether it is sweat, precum, or even piss, you are getting more and more addicted to my fluids. You’re forgetting more and more of what it was like to be my old roommate and only thinking thoughts that a jockstrap has now. You are still sentient, to a degree. I can feel you lovingly stroke and fondle my nuts. I can tell you were working hard to support me, to hold my junk in place as I work out. It’s really sweet. Your entire being is now focused on my crotch, and I think it is a perfect relationship. Friends come and go, but a good obedient jockstrap will last you forever.

haha. never gonna tell a bro to get off my dick again. haha. it’s cool, man. some dudes just wanna be close with their bros. haha. base layer close