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The guy entered, clearly sweaty from the gym. He’d been working out and it showed, pit stains, and a rank shirt were the least of it. The guy was tall and well built, clearly visiting the gym daily, not that Jack had any way of knowing.

Taylor walked him towards the bedroom where Jack was waiting in the corner. The guy stopped looking him up and down, admiring how exposed and pathetic he looked, blindfolded and gagged, waiting to be seen and used by strangers.

It was a normal Saturday for Taylor and Jack. Taylor would have Jack there for hours, just to degrade and deny him, making him crave it even more. He’d usually have a guy or two over for fun, but that didn’t always mean Jack got any attention.

“Feel free to piss if you need, he’ll swallow it all.” Jack’s mouth was watering as he heard Taylor’s offer to the guy.

“Sweet, I’ve been holding this in the entire drive over,” the guy responded.

Jack braced himself as the hot stream of piss hit the tip of his funnel gag. He swallowed it rapidly, enjoying the stronger taste than normal. He wondered what the guy's cock looked like, but he’d never get to see it.

This was the third weekend in a row he’d spend at Taylors apartment, swallowing piss, licking ass, and occasionally taking cocks. When he agreed to let Taylor hold his chastity key for three months, he knew he’d likely be degraded and humiliated, but he didn’t realize the depth of the denial too. This was the fifth guy who’d visited Taylors while Jack was there, and he’d learned quickly that his pleasure was completely irrelevant.

As the piss stream subsided, Jack began to smell the guy standing there. He could tell he’d come straight over from the gym or some kind of workout. A stench of sweat, and a crotch that clearly hadn’t been washed in a day or two, began to take over.

Jack waited patiently for instructions, listening carefully. He could tell the guy was taking his shirt off and sliding his pants down from the sounds, but he knew he wouldn’t get to see him. He was always kept hooded, so his only focus was on being used.

“You know,” the guy spoke up, “I was pretty surprised when you said to skip the shower and come over.”

“Why is that?” Taylor laughed as he clearly wanted to egg the guy on and give Jack a hint of what he was in for.

“I wear my gym clothes all week, so they get pretty rank by the weekend. I’ve had these on for 5 workouts now, and I go pretty hard if you can’t tell.”

“Oh, I can, but that’s why I figured you deserve more hands on cleaning.”

“Have a seat,” Taylor let the guy sit as he approached Jack and slowly removed the urinal gag. Jack couldn’t believe these words, was this guy seriously packing a week's worth of workout sweat.

At first that seemed completely made up, but as Taylor pulled Jack in closer he could smell that it was true.

Jack kneeled there, inches from the guy, not knowing who he was or what he looked like, just taking in the aroma of his workouts. Black, white, tall, short, it didn’t matter… he was a man and Jack was prepared to serve him however Taylor ordered.

“Now boy, this guy here has been working hard at the gym and needs some special attention.”

Jack listened closely, kneeling there as nothing more than a hooded exposed object, straining in his chastity cage. Despite the strong smell, all he wanted to do was take this stranger's cock down his throat.

“However,” Taylor spoke up, “boys like you need to earn their way, so you’ll be starting with his feet to show us you can even handle that before you get more.”

Jack cringed at these words, he’d been bound in the corner all morning and his mouth was watering for cock. He didn’t know who this man was but he wanted to swallow his load now. Jack wasn’t even into feet so having to start there was completely and utterly humiliating.

Taylor pushed Jack down and he slowly opened his mouth to find the guy's foot making its way in. Jack tried not to gag as he sucked each toe and worked it tongue in between them and up his soles.

Jack could hear Taylor fondling around and kissing the guy which made it even worse, they were enjoying each other while Jack did the dirtiest and most degrading job around.

After a few minutes all Jack could taste was the sweaty feet of this stranger. Just when his mouth was growing tired, it started over again with the other foot.

The sounds of them making out continued and he could hear more clothes coming off. Jack had never felt so degraded and disgusted, yet his cock was straining and leaking like crazy.

“I can’t believe this is real bro, this one really has no limits,” the guy said, referring to Jack at his feet.

They laughed, driving Jack deeper into humiliation. Finally, after a few minutes of each foot, the guy withdrew them.

“Down,” Taylor ordered Jack. He quickly turned and placed his head on the floor and ass in the air towards the two. His hole was plugged with a large butt plug, keeping it both ready for use, and accented to anyone who caught a glimpse.

Jack was eager and waited for one of them to remove it, but suddenly found they had other plans.

“Alright boy, just because his feet are clean doesn’t mean he’s ready.” Taylor smiled, implying what was about to come. He grabbed Jack’s collar and pulled his head up to the height of the bed and forward, Jack could smell what was about to happen even inches away. “Clean his hole, now!”

Jack dove in, he tried to put all thoughts and feelings aside as he stomached the sweaty ripe asshole of this guy post workout. The guy was slightly hairy, but the stench was even worse than the taste.

Jack continued to lick and tongue the strangers hole and clean the sweat from every crevice. The hair around his hole was wet from the start and clearly trapping the odors of a week’s worth of workouts.

“Wow, he really does get in there deep for some dirt huh?” The guy laughed and continued enjoying the tongue on his hole.

“Much better than the shower, like I said,” Taylor replied.

Jack’s tongue was exhausted but he continued, at this point the only thing driving him was the fact that the man's cock was inches away. Jack hadn’t cum in three weeks and would do anything to get fucked at this point.

Finally, the sweaty rimjob ended. Jack sat back as Taylor pulled him from the man’s hole, desperately trying to catch his breath and get clean air for the first time in several minutes.

“Good boy, now clean his balls,” Taylor ordered.

Jack was dying for more, but slowly leaned back in to find the guy holding his cock out of the way so that Jack couldn’t get to it.

He used his tongue to slowly clean every inch of the large balls and scrotum, occasionally taking each one into his mouth and doing his best to please and massage the man.

He could feel the strokes just above him, and Taylor clearly wanted to tease him by adding commentary every once in a while… “nice cock,” “damn that’s thick,” “so hard.”

Jack had been trained to never touch a man, so he knew it was up to him to keep the energy flowing towards his tongue at this point.

He was so close he could smell it, literally the man's cock was an inch away, yet they continued to hide it from him. Jack was a mess at this point, trying to cope with the denial and continue pushing through the degradation.

Finally, he heard it… “Good boy,” said Taylor, followed by a “hell yeah” from the man.

Jack sat back in excitement, surely the next step for him would be sucking the man's cock. He was practically begging for it at this point.

Suddenly, Taylor shoved something in Jack's mouth though and he desperately tried to figure out what was happening. Jack could immediately taste it. This impromptu gag was the guy's dirty jockstrap from the gym.

Not only was it still wet with sweat, but it was stained with the smell and taste of ass, piss, and unwashed genitals. A week's worth of crotch grime was now in Jack's mouth keeping him quiet.

“Down,” Taylor ordered again. Jack quickly assumed the position again, exposing his plugged hole while trying not to choke on the new gag.

He waited for a minute and then heard Taylor get on the bed and begin kissing the guy. He couldn’t see what was going on through his blindfold hood but he got worried this was more than foreplay.

Suddenly, the guy spoke up, “Is he gonna wait like that?”

Taylor smiled at the intrigue of the guy, “yeah we don’t need him anymore, he’s just for cleanup, don’t worry, he can’t touch himself.”

The words cut through to Jack’s thoughts like daggers. He was literally just there for cleanup and now was stuck in this position to listen to them have sex, the entire time while he was denied and his mouth filled with the flavors of this stranger. It was pure torture.

Jack continued to kneel on the floor face down ass up as the two fucked for quite a bit, being sure to be as verbal as possible to tease him even more. The jockstrap in his mouth grew even wetter and somehow stronger as he held it there patiently.

Finally, the fucking slowed and he heard the guy speak up, “where do you want me to cum?”

“Right here is fine,” Taylor responded, leaving plenty of wonder in Jack's hooded head.

Jack listened closely as the guy came, he couldn’t tell where but his mouth was watering at the thought, though the taste of sweaty feet and ass is all that lingered for Jack.

Finally, he heard Taylor getting off the bed as he yanked Jack by the collar to his knees. He pulled out the jockstrap from Jack’s mouth and shrugged at the guy, “not sure if you want this back, it’s pretty wet now.”

“Nah,” you keep it, the guy smiled, “seems like he’d enjoy something to remember me by.”

“Perfect,” Taylor said, “I’ve already got ideas..his mouth is open if you need to clean off by the way, otherwise he’ll clean up your mess.”

“Hot,” the guy said, “I’m too sensitive for that though.” With that, the guy leaned forward, shooting a wad of spit directly into Jack's mouth, and then reaching down for his clothes.

“Swallow,” Taylor ordered to Jack, and he did immediately, enjoying the taste of the strange jock guys spit as the last bit of action he’d get from him.

Taylor pulled Jack back down to the floor and quickly Jack figured out where the man had cum.

“Clean that cum up immediately boy, no messes,” Taylor said.

Jack extended his tongue onto the floor to find a puddle of cum spurted across it. Jack blindly licked it up drop by drop, enjoying the change of taste for his tongue after everything.

He could hear them both getting dressed as he finished licking up the cum, “does this offer stand again?” The guy said.

“Sure does,” Taylor responded, “feel free to tell your friends as well, he’s agreed to 3 months of this,” as he pointed at Jack’s pathetic position next to them.

Jack waited patiently as they gave each other one last grope and the stranger disappeared out the door. Jack never got to see him, or feel his cock, but he’d certainly been used and degraded by him in some of the most humiliating ways he could’ve imagined.

Taylor brought Jack back to his knees by the collar and slid his urinal gag back in, before pushing him back into the corner.

“Hurry up boy,” Taylor said, “I need to piss before the next guy gets here.”