Billy was new to the ranch, fresh out of high school and a little too confident around the other ranch hands. To him, they were all “old men,” even though none of them were over forty.
One afternoon, Billy caught Buck changing after work. Wrinkling his nose, he pointed at Buck’s worn jockstrap and laughed. “Man, that thing’s disgusting,” he said. “Why don’t you wear boxer briefs like everyone else our age?”
Buck shot him a hard look. “Working men and athletes wear jockstraps,” he snapped. “And those stains come from actual labor, not sitting around trying to look pretty.” Then, with a smirk, he added, “Besides, kid, you couldn’t fill out the pouch of a real man’s jockstrap if you tried.”
The comment lit a fuse. Billy lunged at him, and the two started wrestling in the middle of the barn while the other ranch hands gathered to watch and cheer. Buck’s years of ranch work gave him the advantage fast.
it wasn't long before Buck had Billy's jeans down, pushed him over a hay bale, and was taking a belt to his bare ass. Schooling the young man in respect and hard work, Buck thrashed his ass while Billy cried and begged for him to stop. Buck smiled, pulled off his dirty jockstrap, and said only under one condition—before stuffing the filthy jockstrap into Billy's mouth—that he agree to wash his jockstrap daily with his big mouth. Billy shook his head yes, anything to stop the spanking. Now every day, Buck makes a point to use his jockstrap as a cum rag and barely shakes his dick after each piss, making it nice and ripe for its daily cleaning.
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