Hi! I'm Dean. I write stories and make edits of mostly musky stuff like armpits, feet, farts, burps and all that jazz. NO SCAT
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Hey there! Welcome to my blog. On this page I post stories written by me, captions written by me and the occasional edits. This blog is centered around all things gay and stinky. That said...
Kinks included:
- Sweat
- Armpits
- Feet
- Farts
- Burps
And other kinks not included in the list below sprinkled in here and there.
Kinks NOT included:
- SCAT
- Age play
- Incest
- Bestiality
I may be missing some others, but if you request something which should've been on this list I'll let you know.
Now, I had the idea inspired by the wonderful @thestinkverse (if you're into farts/face sitting definitely check out his page) to start a kinky AU of Teen Wolf where we get to see all the raunchy stuff those guys get up to.
So, most of my stories/caption shall revolve around them and their kinky, sweaty, stinky, raunchy and sexy adventures. Eventually I might branch out, but for now I'll stick with Teen Wolf.
Are you more interested in Hypnosis/Kaa edits? Then I've got the page for you! My instagram and Twitter are @spiralling_control, also able to found here: linktr.ee/spirallingcontrol. You can also scroll down on my page to find some examples!
It’s been a week since the strange infection began. Nate has been bunkering down at the old cabin he and his dad used to go during their fishing trips, but now it’s a boarded up safe place from the infected outside.
“I still don’t understand. What’s the deal with… those things.” Nate says, staring out the blinds at a mindless husk of an average looking man. “What’s there not to understand, dumbass?” Micheal says, forcing the blinds shut. “Keep them shut. They’ll see you.” He mumbles, walking off. “Or smell you.” Vinny chuckles.
“They are… were… people that were infected. I don’t think anybody knows how it all happened. We’ll need to figure that out. But once you’re bit, you turn into one of them.” Drake says, sitting down on the couch as Nate turns to face him. “Those things are like…” He stops to think. “If you were on addyi twenty four-seven.”
“What’s that like?” Nate asks with an awkward smile. “Like everything is a fleshlight.” Micheal says, a slight smirk on his face. “Mike!” Drake barks. “What. That’s what it’s like.” He shrugs. Drake doesn’t respond as his cheeks flush red. “So these things are just… desperate?” Nate asks. “What have you been doing the last week?” Micheal groans. “You see ‘em. Never seen them get anyone?”
Nate doesn’t respond as he looks at the floor. He thinks back at when it all started. When he and his dad were preparing for another trip when they suddenly heard screaming from their neighbor’s house. His dad didn’t waste any time and sprinted over, leaving Nate alone at the car. When his dad reemerged from the home, his eyes were white, like he’d gone blind and his face was red. He was stumbling towards him. From behind him in the house he heard more screams. He ran inside to find his mom on the floor, unconscious but before he could even try to help, his own brother pounced on him.
“Let me in, Nate. Let me. Just let me!” He growled, his voice distorted like he was choking as he was speaking. Nate managed to fight him off. When running back outside, the whole street was in a panic but Nate didn’t pay much attention as he sprinted into the car and drove off.
“No. I haven’t.” Nate responds. “Never.”
Micheal only stares. “Really…?” He asks, his voice quieter than his normal gruffness.
“Nope.” Nate keeps his head down. “Just… Grabbed the car and drove. Only looked in front of me.”
Silence falls in the cabin. Until Vinny breaks it. “Well, the jest of it; Once one of them sees you, they want you. They’ll come after you, no matter what it takes even it means walking in to the same wall for an hour straight.” He chuckles. “Oh, yeah. Their brains only have one thing in it: Sex. They can’t think, just dumb… Goons.” He grins, waiting for anyone to catch his joke. Drake only shakes his head. “Oh come on. It was funny.” Vinny protests.
“But, Nate. If you were looking straight ahead, how did you find any of us?” Drake asks.
Nate sighs as he tells the story.
After Nate got in the car he started driving, his heart beating as fast as the car was going. His only plan was getting to the cabin. That’s where he was supposed to go anyways. Before he even got out of his neighborhood, he spots a man yelling at a disheveled looking woman. She looked to have the same eyes and flushed red cheeks as his dad and brother had. He was yelling at her as he carefully backed away. Nate slowed the car down as he watched it go down.
The man was a strong looking man guessing by his muscles. His hair was a short quiff with a visible dragon tattoo on his upper arm as he’s wearing a grey tank top. He’s wearing dark green cargo pants and some sturdy looking black boots.
He seems to be pleading with the woman as they carefully move backwards onto the lawn. That is until she attacks. The man pushes her with his greater strength and turns. He looks Nate in the eyes which causes him to sprint towards him. Nate waves him over frantically. The man enters the passenger seat, out of breath.
“Thanks, man. I don’t know what’s going on. Everyone is going mad or something.”
Nate only nods as he presses the gas and drives off.
The two drive in silence a while, both confused and disoriented by the situation happening outside.
“So… Where are we off to?” The guy asks. “My dad’s cabin out in the woods. Seems safe. We can figure out what’s happening from there.” Nate says. “Sounds good.” He nods. “Name’s Drake.”
“Nate.”
“Nice meeting you.”
Silence once again.
“Woah- Woah! Wait!” Drake says, grabbing Nate by the arm. “Woa- What?” Nate yelps. “There! A guy needs help. Wait here!” Drake says, throwing open the door and running across the empty road and over the railing and into the field. Nate stops the car and looks around cautiously as Drake helps the limping man out in empty field.
The two reach the car and Drake helps him into the back before he sits back down in the front. The guy only pants in the backseat as Nate presses the gas once more. Nate looks in the rearview mirror. The man looks disheveled, his hair a wild mess of brown curls with a choppy beard that doesn’t seem to be fully growing. He’s wearing a flannel shirt with a bomber jacket over it. His blue jeans are dirty, probably from a struggle.
A while later the guy in the backseat sits up straight. “Thanks.” He grumbles. “No worries, man. Do you know what’s going on?” Drake asks.
“No.” The man answers. “My farm got attacked by a bunch of people. They were…” He stops. “Nevermind. Just enough to make me flee.” He quietly continues.
“What’s your name, man?” Drake asks.
“Micheal.”
“Nice to meet you.”
Nate can only hear a small exhale from the back as he keeps on driving.
The three enter the woods after around an hour of driving. When they approach the cabin they can hear screaming. Drake once again doesn’t hesitate and throws open the car door and runs towards the noise.
“Wait- What are you doing?” Micheal yells after him. “We can’t let him go alone.” Nate says, worry clear on his face. The guy groans as they both throw open their car doors and hurry after Drake. When they get there, Drake is fighting off a sturdy looking man and another guys is grappling an older woman. Micheal doesn’t seem scared as he kicks the woman off of the man on the floor. Nate grabs the big guy by his shoulders and try to pull him away, but he retaliates and elbows him, hitting him in the chest which sends Nate stumbling backwards.
Nate tries to keep himself up, but steps into a small divot which causes him to fall backwards. The last thing he remembers is the piercing pain on the back of his head.
Nate rubs the back of his head, the bandage still covering his dirty blonde hair. He looks back up to Drake. “That’s what I remember.”
“So it really was all just coincidence, huh?” Drake chuckles softly. “And you being an idiot, risking your life for strangers.” Micheal adds. “Me being an idiot is what saved you two.” He protests.
Vinny steps forward. “Let me look at that wound again.” His warm copper skin moving towards him. His hand rests on top of his head as the other pulls the bandage away a little. Nate winces at the stinging sensation that shoots through his head as Vinny presses a little on the wound.
“We’ll keep this on. I think you look better with it on.” He chuckles. “Wow, thanks.” Nate rolls his eyes. “Oh come on. It was a joke.”
“I know. Doesn’t mean I have to like it.” Nate says, a slight smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. Vinny shakes his head with a grin. “You’re lucky I know a thing or two about medicine.” He says. “You would’ve bled out if you were left out there.”
Nate’s skin crawls at the idea of dying. “Thanks, Vinny.” He says. Vinny’s deep brown eyes glisten as he smiles warmly.
“Enough of this sappy shit. We need a plan moving forward. We can’t stay in this cabin forever.” Micheal says sternly. “Food is running low.”
“So we should scavenge.” Drake says, putting his hands on his hips. “Me and Micheal should go. Vinny stays here with Nate.” He says. Micheal nods in agreement. Vinny looks at Nate, hoping to make eye contact, but Nate looks up at Drake.
“I want to come with you. I want to see what’s going on.” He says, his determination clear. “Nate. You shouldn’t. It’s risky out there. Life or death. You’re still hurt.” Drake argues. “It’s my decision, isn’t it? I want to.” Nate states. Drake exhales and looks down. He looks up at Micheal only with his eyes.
“The fuck do you want me to say? If the man wants to, he can. This is his cabin, isn’t it?” Micheal says. “If he goes, I’m coming along too. I can’t stay here alone, I’ll go nuts.” Vinny adds. Drake nods. “Alright. A four-man excursion. That’s fine. We’ll get more supplies that way.” He says. Vinny gives a nod in approvement.
“I know the way around here. I can lead us.” Nate says. “Alright. Let’s grab our stuff.” Micheal says as he walks off.
A few minutes later, they’re all outside. Nate looks over at Micheal who’s holding a stick with a pointy end like a spear. “Do… Do we need that?” He asks. “Yeah. Those assholes are vicious.” Micheal says. “You really don’t know anything, do you?”
Nate exhales, his heart beating out of his chest. “Alright. Nate, where to?” Drake pats him on the back. “Uhh- Here, to the right. There should be a bait shop and a smaller community nearby.” He says, looking around.
“Let’s go.” Micheal says. The four start moving east.
Around 20 minutes later they reach the bait shop. They raid it for supplies, grabbing things like fish bait, small insects they could eat, tools such as pliers and line cutters and a few outdoor supplies like insect repellant, sunscreen and a cooler.
They move on to the community Nate was talking about.
“Seems pretty quiet.” Drake says as they look around. “How many people lived here, Nate?”
“Uhh… Around 30?” Nate says.
“Seems like no one was home.” Vinny comments.
“This place smells rancid…” Nate comments. “Get over it.” Micheal scoffs as he walks ahead of them. At that moment, a disheveled looking man stumbles from behind one of the house and grabs Micheal by the shoulders. He yells. Drake runs over and hits the attacker in the face which knocks him out cold. “Don’t leave us in the dust.” Drake says sternly. Micheal groans.
“Did that come from over here?”
“I think so. Be careful, they might be hostile. Stick with me.”
Nate and the others hear unfamiliar voices. They group up once more and stay in place. They see a man peak from behind one of the cabins at the end of the road.
“Hello?” Drake yells, stepping forward. Micheal tries to pull him back but he doesn’t listen. “Hey. You guys good? We heard a yell.” The man responds.
“Yeah. One of us got surprise attacked. We’re good.”
“You guys took it out? Fully?”
“I- uhh- knocked it out.” Drake says, looking over his shoulder at the unconscious infected man.
“Kill it.” The stranger orders.
“Kill? What do you think we are?” Drake counters. “We’re not killing someone.”
“They aren’t people anymore. They’re beasts. Monsters. They’re not human anymore, they only exist to breed and infect.”
Nate looks over at the man on the ground, shaking a little as he does so. “Really?” He asks.
“Yeah. They can’t think anymore. They can’t come back from it. They’re already gone. We need to kill them to keep them away from us.”
Micheal readies his stake as he slowly moves over to it. He looks down and before he can, Drake stops him. He shakes his head at him. Micheal looks back down at it, debating whether to do it or not. Until it starts the groan again. It moves with speed a normal human shouldn’t have after being knocked out as it tries to stand up.
Micheal brings the stake down and stabs the man in the back which causes the man to sink down back onto the ground. The 3 other men look in horror at the murder they witnessed.
The man from behind the cabin comes out and gestures for people behind him to follow, revealing two other men. The man in the middle is an Asian man wearing glasses, equipped with an axe. The man standing to the left of him is a blonde, white man with blue eyes looking uneasy. He’s equipped with a small knife. The last man is another Asian man, but older than the guy in the man in the middle clear by his silver fox stature who is holding a backpack.
“Not used to this, are you?” The younger Asian man says. “I’m Stephen.” He nods. He points at the blonde guy. “This is Peter.” He point to the other man. “This is my father, Hao.”
The man nods at them. “Nice to see other people are surviving this mess. I thought it’d just be my boy, his friend and me.” He says with a soft smile. “Do… Do you guys have a place better than this?” Peter asks.
The group looks at one another. “We do.” Nate says. Micheal looks at him, disapprovingly. “A cabin 20 minutes down. It should be safer than an entire community.” He looks around. “Thank you.” Stephan says. “Are you willing to take us in? We promise to be valuable assets.”
“Yeah. You three seem to be good people. And more experienced than us…” Drake says, his hands on his hips. “We appreciate it-“
The moment Hao stops talking, the seven can hear a loud groan from the bigger cabin in the middle of the community. They watch as the big double door get dented, the wood shards flying off of it until it finally gives out. The broken door reveals a ton of infected inside who start to filter out.
“Oh shit. We have to go-“ Micheal says as the three up front run over to the other four to group up as the horde of infected inch closer. The seven turn around to run, but find more of them coming from behind them.
“Shit! The noise from the infected in the main lodge attracted more of them!” Stephen yells. “We’ve got to move! In to the woods!” Drake orders. The seven sprint in to the woods until the coast is clear.
They catch their breath after the close encounter. “This is why we barely went outside.” Vinny jokes. “Fuck- Why do they smell so… strong?” Nate asks, wiping his nose.
“That’s part of their biology.” Hao says. “That’s also how they multiply. Their scent is how they communicate to the others they’re already like them.” He explains.
“How do you know this?” Nate asks. “I… I was an FBI agent before this all started. I overheard things I wasn’t supposed to. I was at work when this all started.” He says, his voice dropping low. “But. That’s not important anymore. What’s important is survival, right?” He says with a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes.
“Talking about survival… Where’s Peter?” Stephen asks. They look around until Nate finds him taking a leak a few feet out.
“You shouldn’t scare people like this, Peter. Tell us before you go piss.” Nate scoffs with a smile. “Sorry… Didn’t think it was that important.” He says.
“Well, come back as soon as your do-“ Nate starts.
Before either can react, a muscled guy grabs the upper arms of Peter and grapples him to the ground. Nate is stunned as he stands there, watching the hunk of a man grapple his new ally to the ground. The infected claws at Peter’s shirt and rips it. Peter yells which alarms the group a few feet away to their location.
Peter’s pants get undone with raw, primal force from the infected. It growls as all that Nate can see in it’s eyes is lust. It’s belt is already undone, letting it slide it’s own pants slide down easy.
“Please- Nate! Help! G-Grab something! Anything!” Peter pleads. But it’s too late. The hunk thrusts his dick into Peter’s hole, making him yelp. Nate backs away, sweat dripping from his forehead and his legs shaking. The infected growls and groans as it keeps fucking Peter with a relentless pace. It looks down at him and leans downwards, it’s strong hands still on Peter’s upper arms, pinning him to the ground. They’re face to face, the infected seems to smirk as if it’s knows what it’s doing. Peter whines right before…
RRRRUUUUUUUEEEEERPP
The infected belches into Peter’s face. He tries to turn his head away and hold in his breath, but it’s of no use as the infected keeps it relentlessness and releases another burp into his face, then another. And another as it’s face inches closer to the man under him. Peter can’t hold his breath anymore, forcing him to inhale the stench of the infected. His eyes roll back as he lets out a weak moan. He closes his eyes as the infected’s pace slows down.
Nate doesn’t move as he watches Peter open his eyes again, now the same white eyes as the man on top of him. The infected pulls out and gets up, cum still dripping from his cock and out of Peter’s hole.
Drake and the others come running and are stunned at the sight in front of them. Stephen is horrified seeing his friend become one of them. One of the things they’re trying to survive. The two beings turn their head to look at the group. Micheal steps forward and stabs the muscled man through his chest, killing it.
Peter growls, now trapped underneath a man weighing more than him. Stephen steps over to him, tears in his eyes.
“Why… Why did you-“ He says before stopping to hiccup. Micheal says nothing as he walks over next to him. He readies his stake, but Stephen stops him.
“I need to.” He says, wiping tears from his eyes. He takes a deep breath. “At least he looked good while getting railed.”
He closes his eyes as he brings his axe up and swings down, hitting Peter with a wet squelch.
The walk back is silent. Nate is still stunned from what he saw, staring out in front of him. A hand touches him on his back carefully. He looks over to see Vinny.
“You alright?” He asks, his tone full of care and rid of his usual chipper.
Nate looks in front of him again. He takes a strange step, adjusting himself as he thinks about what happened. Vinny notices and chuckles. He leans in towards Nate’s ear. “Gross, dude. We have to learn to keep it in the pants.” He whispers. Nate gives a single, hesitant nod as they approach his cabin. The men filter inside.
“I’m sorry for your loss.” Drake says, his shoulder on Stephen’s shoulder. He only nods in response.
“But to summarize that trip, right.” Micheal’s voice booms through the cabin. “We gained some tools, two new guys but no extra food. The thing we were going out for.” He says, annoyance clear in his voice.
“We have some. Just… Enough for us three to survive a scavenge. We had some back in our little hideout, but that’s unsafe now.” Hao answers as he opens his backpack. He rummages a bit and pulls out two cans of tomatoes.
“That’ll do for now. We’ll see if we can go back to your guys’ place in a few days.” Drake nods. “For now. We get to know each other and just chill a while.”
Hey! I'm wondering... Is anyone interested in a Choose Your Own Adventure of my Noxious Teen Wolf series? I've been thinking about doing one basically since I started this account. If yes, I'll brainstorm a few ideas!
Ethan/Aiden x Jackson - Kinks included: Farts, Facesitting, sweat, Degradation
“Are you fucking kidding me? It’s been a year, Jackson! And you still can’t remember?” Ethan yells. “Shh! Sorry, okay? I was just busy.” Jackson says, looking around to see if anyone is looking. “I’ll uh- Get you some flowers, kay?” Jackson says in a hushed tone as not to alarm anyone.
Ethan groans. “You don’t get it, do you?” He leans against the locker, blocking his boyfriend from opening it. “An anniversary is to celebrate a year together. It’s special.” Ethan says. Jackson rubs his forehead before looking Ethan in the eyes. “Are the flowers not good enough?” He asks.
Ethan rolls his eyes and pushes himself off of the locker. “No.” He says, looking down. He looks back up with a slight smirk. “You know what? Let’s go on a date tonight. I’ll get a booking, don’t worry.”
Jackson raises his eyebrows at the sudden switch. He grins. “Sounds like a deal. Thanks babe.” He says before kissing Ethan on the cheek. “I gotta go. See you tonight then?” He says, grabbing a book from his locker. “I’ll text you the details. See you tonight.” Ethan says after Jackson throws the locker closed. Jackson walks off, leaving a plotting Ethan behind.
Ethan slams the door shut of his and Aiden’s house. He throws his bag on the couch and heads up stairs. The rock music slowly becoming louder and louder until he gets to the door it’s coming from. He bangs on the door to Aiden’s bedroom, then throws open the door.
Aiden’s relaxing on his bed watching something on his phone in only a wifebeater, boxers and some socks. He barely flinches as Ethan barges in to his room. He steadily walks over to the radio and shuts it off.
“Dude. You can at least knock before coming in here.” Aiden complains.
“I did. But you couldn’t hear anything with this damn radio.” Ethan says as he slaps the old machinery.
“Hey! Hands off, Ethan!” Aiden rises up.
“Whatever.” Ethan sighs. “I need to ask a favor of you. You know my boyfriend, Jackson?” He starts.
“Yeah. That jackass.”
“That’s the one. He forgot our anniversary.”
“And? What’s that gotta do with me?”
“I wasn’t done. You know… That thing you’ve always wanted us to try?”
Aiden’s eyes light up as he adjusts himself to sit more up right. “Yeah, go on.”
Jackson arrived at the location. It’s an abandoned cabin in the reserve. He’s unsure why Ethan wants to have a date here, but since he’s his boyfriend he doesn’t really give it much more thought.
“Ethan! Babe?” He yells, hoping for an answer from the inside. When he realizes he isn’t going to get one he slowly opens the door. Inside looks cozy, like a normal cabin. He slips inside.
“Babe?” He says again, looking around. He closes the door behind him and steps further in. The living room has a nice leather couch, a rug with a boho pattern on it and a lot of wooden accents such as in the coffee table and end tables. “Hello? Ethan?” He calls out again.
Jackson sighs and explores the rest of the ground floor and finds nothing. When he reaches the stairs, he notices some flower petals on the steps. He grins to himself, feeling his dick already excited for what’s to come.
He walks up the stairs, following the trail through the dark and dingy looking hallway until he gets to a slightly ajar door. The golden light shing through the crack.
“Babe?” He says, grabbing the door and pushing it open. Inside the room he finds a comfy looking bed with a heart on the sheets. Inside the words ‘Wait here’ are spelled out in petals. Jackson scoffs with a grin. In an act to think ahead, he starts undressing.
A little later as Jackson had just wriggled out of his pants he hears a thud. As he steps out of the pants on his ankles, footsteps start coming towards the door. Jackson quickly climbs onto the bed, laying on his side to look as sexy as possible for his boyfriend.
The steps become louder until they stop at the door. Jackson’s stomach flutters in excitement, his dick throbbing with want as the door slowly opens.
Stepping into the room is a man. Someone Jackson barely recognizes. “Ethan?” He asks, looking at the almost familiar guy in front of him.
“It’s me, babe.” The man says, the voice sounding like Ethan’s but deeper and more guttural. “Is this some kind of prank?” Jackson scoffs with an awkward smile. “No. This was the date I wanted.” The guy says, walking over to the bed. He’s fully clothed, but Jackson doesn’t recognize them. “Just us. In this little cabin where no one can hear us.” His eyes glint with a sudden mischief. Jackson’s hairs stand up.
“This isn’t your wolf form, is it?” Jackson tries to wrap his head around the sudden transformation. “No. Obviously not. You’ve seen my wolf form, dumbass.” He says with a scoff.
“Then what is…” Jackson says, having sat up and gestures at the guy’s face. “Call us Steiner. Includes the both of us.” Steiner grins, leaning towards Jackson. “Steiner..? Like your last name?” Jackson asks. Steiner sighs in disbelief. “How dumb is this dickhead?” A voice says, coming from the same mouth that Ethan’s voice came from.
“It’s still my boyfriend, Aiden.” Steiner says to himself, turning his head away. “Wait… You…” Jackson says, squinting suspiciously. “You’re merged?” Jackson finally says.
“Goddamn. Took you long enough.” Aiden’s distorted voice says.
Jackson’s eyes widen at the realization, covering up his bulge as he goes red in the face. He goes to get up.
“No, no, no. You’re staying in bed.” Ethan says as their body moves to pin him under them. “You’re gonna learn what happens when you forget our anniversary.” Steiner grins. Jackson stares up at their face. There’s a strange jagged line in the middle of their face, both sides slightly different but eerily similar.
“Are you just going to stare?” Aiden’s voice says. “W-Why are you here too?” Jackson asks, still looking confused. “Oh… You’ll see.” He says, a wicked grin growing on their face. Steiner moves up to sit on Jackson’s abdomen and takes off their shirt. The line on their face moves down all the way. Jackson can only stare as the merged body of his boyfriend and his brother sheds their clothes.
“You already feeling it?” Ethan says to his brother with a smirk. “Oh yeah. This’ll be a good opener.” Aiden says back as they look down at Jackson.
“I-I still don’t understand. Babe, why are you merged with your brother? Is this to mess with me?” Jackson pleads. “Answer me!” He yells as Steiner keeps undressing themselves. “Don’t worry about it, Jacks. Trust me, you’re in… fine hands.” He says with a bit of hesitation. “No, that doesn’t answer my damn question.” Jackson says, trying to get up. Steiner pushes him back down.
“Listen here, dick for brains. You’re gonna lie down and do as your told. It’ll all make sense in a minute but for now just shut up and wait.” Aiden’s dominant voice comes from their body. “No! Let me go, jackasses! This isn’t funny!” Jackson thrashes.
“Oh it’s very funny.” Aiden says as they chuckle. After realizing his wriggling and trashing doesn’t work, Jackson growls at them while showing his fangs and yellow eyes. Steiner pauses for a moment before growling back, twice as loud as Jackson.
“You don’t scare me, babe. You know we can easily take you. Just stop fucking moving for three goddamn seconds. We’ve got restraints with us, don’t make us use them.” Ethan says sternly.
Jackson sighs as he watches Steiner continue undressing. He can’t help but admire their gorgeous body as he does. The merged twins slide down their pants, revealing their impressive length. “Holy shit…” Jackson gawks, staring right at it.
“Combined twins = combined assets.” Ethan says as they grin. “But more importantly…” He starts as they get on all fours above Jackson. “The ass.” A wicked glint appears in their eyes as they turn themselves around, now their ass hovering above Jackson’s face.
“That’s an amazing looking ass, Etha- Uhh… Steiner?” He says.
“I don’t mind the compliments, Jackson. Neither does my brother.” Aiden says, the enjoyment audible in his voice. “I don’t mind talking dirty to an asshole like you.”
Jackson scoffs. “You’re the real asshole.”
“Oh yeah?” Aiden responds. “What about my asshole?” He says as they plummet their ass onto Jackson’s face.
“Mrrpph!” Jackson tries to yell but the fat ass on his face muffle it. “What’s that?” Aiden says as they wiggle their ass on his face. Jackson tries to tap their legs to get out from under them. “This isn’t wrestling, Jacks. You’re not getting out from this.” Ethan says as he guides Jackson’s hand to his side.
“Wait, I wanna know what he’s thinking.” Ethan says.
“Fine. Would’ve rather choked him out with our ass.”
“But then we couldn’t do what we’ve been wanting to do.”
“Yeah. Right.” Ethan responds before they slightly lift up their ass.
“Speak.” Aiden commands.
“Get me out from under here!” Jackson groans. “Jesus christ, I can’t get any air. Are you two trying to kill me?” He complains. “And I don’t know what you’ve been doing, but my nose is soaked with sweat. Fucking hell.”
“Oh that was planned.” Ethan says with a chuckle. “We needed to prepare to give you the best punishment, y’know?”
Jackson doesn’t respond for a little. He then scoffs with a grin as he stares upwards at the sweaty crack. “This? Is my punishment?” He licks his lips as his dick hardens. “You’ll need to try harder, babe.”
“Oh, I’m sick of him bro. I feel it. Let’s give him some.” Aiden says. Before Jackson can speak, they drop their ass down onto his face again, earning them a groan. He’s stopped wriggling, now enjoying being smothered by his boyfriends (and his brother’s) ass.
That is until Steiner leans forward, forcing Jackson’s wrists to stay at his side and…
PPPPFFFFFFRRRRRTTTTTTT
A huge blast of rotten air gets filtered into Jackson’s nose. “Hmmprhh!” Is all that comes from the cocky jock underneath the merged twins.
“Ahh… Fuck. That felt good.” Aiden groans. “Oh damn. It reeks too.” Ethan chuckles. “Your poor boyfriend! Hope he learns a lesson from this, bro.” Aiden says. “He fucking better. After this, I doubt he’d ever forget this day.” Ethan says as they look down.
“Holy shit. He’s enjoying this, Ethan.” Aiden says as they point at Jackson’s throbbing cock. Steiner reaches out and squeezes it playfully. “You enjoy the stench of our ass, Jacks?” Ethan says with a playful grin on their face. “He’s packing too, ain’t he?” Aiden jokes. “Oh he is. But usually I feel it somewhere else.” Ethan laughs. Jackson groans.
“Oh-“ Ethan says, raising their ass again. “Fuck you!” Jackson yells, his voice a little hoarse. “Sh. Sh. Sh.” Aiden sushes. “Sniff.” He orders.
PPFFFFRRRRR
They rip another fart straight into Jackson’s face, forcing him to inhale their combines stench. He whines before their ass crashes back onto his face. They wiggle a little. “Get his nose in our crack.” Ethan says. “I was already on it, dumbass.” Aiden responds.
Jackson tries to wriggle his head away, not letting the merged twins get his nose in between their cheeks until they rise their ass again and a hand gets placed on his forehead. “Stop trying to escape, dumbass. This is your punishment. Take it.” Aiden growls before sitting back down. Jackson whines again before hearing a…
FSHHHHH
Jackson’s eyes water as the pungent stench goes from Steiner’s asshole straight into his nose. The smell is foul. A combination between sweat from their ass crack, rotten eggs and straight sulfur filtered right into his system. He grunts, trying to catch his bearings as his head swims.
“Yeahhh!” Aiden cheers. “Sniff that up, dickhead! Take a real wolves’ farts.” He says as they laugh. They grab Jackson’s dick and start to stroke. “Woah, bro. That’s *my* boyfriend, remember?” Ethan says. “Yeah? So? You agreed to do this. Come on, don’t tell me you don’t like the idea of this pathetic bitch cumming to our stench.” Aiden argues.
“Fine.” Ethan replies, turning their head around and lifting up their ass. “You like that, Jacks?” They grin down sinisterly. Jackson can only reply in a groan, his face contorted into a mix of disgust, lust and pleading for mercy.
“Answer us.” Ethan orders. Jackson groans again. “F-Fuck off.” He manages to muster. “Wrong.” The wolf answers as he sits back down. But then he rises back up. “Hold on. I think he needs a bit more motivation to answer.” Aiden says, their hands moving from the back of Jackson’s head and his dick to their hips as they slowly peel off their underwear.
Jackson stares up at the luscious ass above his face, seeing the sweat tangled within the hairs in their crack. The stink coming from their butt hits him like a wave. The strong scent of sweat mixed within the stench of ass, making Jackson’s mouth water a little and making his voice catch in his throat.
“Like what you see?” Ethan says, playing with his boyfriend as if he’s a toy. “Who cares!” Aiden says as they force themselves back down onto Jackson’s face, making Jackson groan. Steiner sway their hips from side to side, letting each cheek engulf Jackson’s face entirely until their hole is right in front of Jackson’s nose.
“I think I feel his nose.” Aiden says. “Yeah.” Ethan says. Steiner grins, almost a like a silent agreement. They rise one ass cheek, allowing Jackson to see a sliver of light before getting hit with…
PFFFFFFFFFRRRRTTT… RRRRRRFFTTTT…
A long, brassy fart gets let loose onto Jackson’s face. Steiner moans. “Agh, that one felt good.” Ethan says. “A long one too. Those beans really did their job, huh?” Aiden says, playfulness in his tone. “Hope your boytoy likes it.”
“Oh trust me, he did.” Ethan says, turning their head around to look at Jackson’s rock hard dick. They laugh. “You’re a fucking pushover, Jackson. Acting so damn high and mighty, but here you are, underneath our ass and loving every single huff of stench we release. Pathetic slut.” Aiden says. Ethan doesn’t respond.
“I think he’s learnt his lesson, don’t you think?” Aiden says. “Yeah. Hopefully.” Ethan says, disappointment clear in his voice. “What’s up, bro?” Aiden asks.
“You’re enjoying this more than I thought.” Ethan says.
“Yeah. This was my idea first, wasn’t it? Of course I’m gonna have my fun after wanting to do this for years.”
“But… It’s still my fucking boyfriend.”
“So? You said he’d be a perfect victim. I’ll treat him as one.”
“You can’t just do that. He’s still mine, we’d do it on my terms.”
“Fuck your terms, bro! You were right in saying he’s the perfect victim. I was just having my fun.”
“Well, this ends today. Never again.”
“Oh fuck yo-“ Aiden wants to retort, until they get tapped on their thigh.
“MMMPHR!” Jackson’s yell gets muffled. “Oh, fuck.” Ethan says, getting off of Jackson. He rises back up, gasping for air. A look of mixed emotions glued on his face of anger, lust and shame. He takes a deep breath before speaking.
“You… Assholes!” He yells. “I’m so getting both of you back for this.”
“Don’t act like you didn’t get fucking horny after eating our farts.” Aiden growls. “Bro, stop teasing MY boyfriend.” Ethan responds. “Whatever. Let’s disperse.” Aiden says, unamused.
Steiner growls as the line in the middle of them tears open, both of their bodies slowly materializing from in it as if they were wearing a skinsuit together. The two guys stand there, both naked. Jackson checks Ethan out, a small smirk growing on his face. “Looking good, Eef.” He grins. “Thanks, fart-slut.” Ethan winks back, earning him an eyeroll from Jackson.
“Shut up, lovebirds.” Aiden says, grabbing his clothes from the floor. “No.” The couple says in unison. He scoffs. “This was the worst rendition of what could’ve happened.” He complains. “You’re the one who forgot we were smothering my *boyfriend*. We agreed you were just adding to the stink and nothing else.” Ethan says, stepping in front of Jackson.
“What? I couldn’t help it. Your boyfriend is a jackass. He deserved it. Now we know he’s a total whore for some wolf ass.” Aiden grins as Jackson over Ethan’s shoulder. “Shut it.” Jackson snaps. “Oh shut up. You were throbbing underneath us.” Aiden rolls his eyes. He finishes putting his clothes on.
Ethan and Jackson only glare in silence as Aiden buckles his belt. “What? Mad at me?” He says with a smirk. “Stay away from my boyfriend.” Ethan says, stepping towards him. “You’re the one who wanted to do this.” Aiden scoffs, his smirk still plastered on his face. “And we were going to do it on my terms.” He growls back.
Aiden lets the silence hang. Until he reaches a hand towards his ass.
Prrrffrrt
A rumble comes from his butt with his hand cupping it. He then pushes his cupped hand into Ethan’s face. Ethan flinches, the smell hitting him like a punch. “Fuck you!” He says. Aiden laughs as he walks to the door.
“Take care of my brother. Don’t forget the next one.” Aiden says to Jackson in a low tone before he leaves.
The door slams, leaving Jackson and Ethan alone in the room. Ethan turns around to face Jackson. “What he said. Never. Ever. Forget our anniversary, ever again.” Ethan threatens. “Why not? You’ll do this shit again?” Jackson teases. “Might have to then.” He winks. Ethan shoves him. “You’re kidding.” He says with a laugh.
“Why else was my dick hard, Eef? Your ass… Or I guess that ass was amazing.” Jackson says, grabbing Ethan by his waist, his dick rubbing against Ethan’s.
“Filthy fuck.” Ethan chuckles as the vibe switches tension from heated to romantic. Jackson grabs his phone out of his pant pocket and turns on some romantic music before grabbing Ethan’s ass.
“I’m gonna get you two back at some point. Such a dick move.” Jackson says with a smirk. “Go after my brother first. I’ll help you.” Ethan replies. “Good.” Jackson says before the passionately kissing.
Aiden stands behind the door his brother and his boyfriend are making out in, listening in on them conspiring against him.
“Not any time soon, brother. Not any time soon…” He mumbles to himself as he leaves the house, leaving the two lovebirds fucking on the very bed he got Jackson addicted to his and his brother’s stench.
Parrish x Theo - Kinks included: Feet, Boots, Massage, Humiliation, Role-Reversal
It’s 2 in the afternoon and deputy Jordan Parrish gets a call over his radio.
“10-31 down at the Eichen House. Deputy Parrish, you’re up.”
Before the man can even finish his sentence, Parrish has already started up his cop car and started driving with his sirens blaring. It’s about a 20 minute drive from the sheriff’s office to the Eichen House.
When he gets there, he walks out the door to see Scott with his knees on a guy’s back and holding his arms pinned behind him.
“Parrish!” He shouts. The deputy runs over. “What seems to be the issue?” He says, studying the guy on the floor. “Nothing!” He says, a slight smirk.
“Theo tried breaking in. Probably out to try to recruit someone else into his fake pack.” Scott says. “We found out cause he told Liam.” He explains. “Knew I shouldn’t have trusted that beta.” Theo groans. “Alright. I’ll take him in. Thanks, Scott.” Parrish says with a nod as he grabs Theo’s wrists from Scott and lifts him up to his feet.
“You’re coming with me.” Parrish says sternly as he cuffs Theo. “Easy now, Officer. My wrists are pretty sensitive.” He grins over his shoulder. “As long as you don’t wriggle as much, the less they’ll hurt.” Parrish says.
He gives a quick nod to Scott and his pack before he walks off with Theo. Once at his car, he puts the petty criminal in the back of his car and shuts the door.
“What were you trying to achieve at Eichen House in the first place?” Jordan says as he starts the car.
“Just like Scott said. I wanted some more members of my… ‘fake’ pack.”
“You expect me to believe that?”
“Officer, do you know what it’s like to be alone. Not have anyone looking out for you?”
“Not exactly. But trying to break in to Eichen House wouldn’t be my first choice.” He chuckles. Theo looks at the back of Parrish’s head, studying him.
“No. Me either. The place stunk anyways. Wouldn’t have gone in there anyways.” Theo says, rolling his eyes as he shakes his head.
“What. Can’t you handle a bit of smell?” Jordan looks in to the rearview mirror, looking at Theo’s annoyed face.
“Of course I can. Eichen House didn’t have the right people, anyways.” Theo says.
Parrish shakes his head as he pulls into the sheriff’s office parking lot. He gets out, pulls Theo out too and head inside. Theo ignores the stares from all the other deputies as he’s led into an office in the right corner of the sheriff’s office.
“Sit down.” Parrish orders as he leads him towards the chair. Theo sits and Parrish takes off the handcuffs.
“So. The REAL reason you tried to break into Eichen House was to… build a pack.” The deputy says as he walks around the table and sits him in front of the chimera.
“Yeah. That’s what Scott said, right? And the alpha in town is always right, isn’t he?” Theo says, a playful smirk planted on his face.
“He’s definitely right a lot of the time. But I’m having doubts about this time.” Jordan says, tilting his head slightly.
“Why?” Theo says, squinting his eyes. “Why don’t you believe it?”
“Because it was reckless. You don’t seem like the reckless type. I’ve never seen you with my own eyes, Theo. But I’ve heard about you from the McCall pack. You’re methodical. Knew how to get under peoples skin, but here you are. Revealing your plan to Liam? Exact time and place. You’re after something else.” Parrish says, staring into Theo’s analyzing eyes.
Theo stays silent a while, staring back at the deputy. His mouth slowly grows into a smirk. “You’ve done your research, deputy.” He leans back. “But… What did I really want?” Theo says with his signature smirk.
“I think.” Parrish says. He leans back in his seat also. “You wanted an excuse to see what the sheriff’s office was like. How nice the deputy’s were so you know what you can get away with. What our relations are with the McCall pack.” He says. He plants his boots on the table in front of him.
Theo’s eyes move to the bottom Parrish’s boot, then back at Parrish. “Getting comfortable?” He asks. “Well, I must say officer. You’ve got a keen eye.”
“I do.” Jordan smiles. “But… In order for you to learn about how we deputies work, I’ll need to teach you.” He says, tilting his head again, looking past his boot at Theo. “We operate a little differently. We believe in punishment over jailtime. And luckily for me, I know your perfect punishment.” Deputy Parrish says with a wolfish grin on his face.
“Oh yeah? What’s that-“ Theo says, leaning in, putting his forearms on his lap. Before he can fully finish sentence, The deputy is already untying the laces of his work boots. Theo leans back up, watching Parrish’s fingers slowly loosening his boots with a look of shock.
“You accidentally revealed your weakness, didn’t you? You don’t like stink. So…” Parrish says, now fully slipping off one of his work boots. “Why don’t you start off your punishment with a good whiff.”
Theo stares at the socked foot in front of him. Parrish wiggles his toes as Theo’s eyes are glued to them. The warm musk of stinky sweat that built up of a day of deputy work in those thick boots wafting into his nose. He scrunches his face.
“Don’t like it? Come on, Theo. It’s just a small price to pay for breaking into private property. Maybe you should’ve thought twice about provoking the Beacon Hills deputies.”
“Officer- Fuck.” Theo leans turns his head, the back of his hand pressed against the bottom of his nose. “How can someone’s feet smell so bad.” He groans.
Parrish’s grin widens as he sees Theo’s disgust. “You know how it is. Being a town’s deputy is hard labor. Worked up quite the sweat today and the heat doesn’t help. Oh, and I’ve been wearing the same pair of socks for a few days. I was hoping I’d get to do this to someone.” He says, the enjoyment dripping from his words.
Theo looks back over to the socked foot in front of him and then at Parrish. “So… What do I do to get free?” He asks with hesitancy. “Worship them. Make sure I can hear you sniff them. Make me feel good.” He shrugs, the playful still planted on his face.
Theo inhales, letting the foot funk of the deputy invade his senses. He groans. “Well… Alright.” He says, raising his hands. He takes hold of Parrish’s foot with both hands and starting to massage them.
“Agh, yeah. That’s the good stuff. Make sure to get the toes too.” He says, letting his head fall back as he enjoys the sensation of Theo working at his foot. “Make sure I can hear you sniff at least three time, Theo. Want to make sure you’re getting the full punishment.”
Theo’s eyes move from the soles, linger on Parrish’s face then back at the soles as the corners of his mouth raise slightly. “You know, deputy. I’ve actually learnt a lot about massages.” He starts.
“Oh, that’s convenient!” Parrish says, still relaxing.
“Yeah, so I know the right pressure points to hit for the most satisfaction.” Theo keeps explaining as he works the foot. “I’ll need to take off the sock, officer.”
“Go ahead. Give them a good whiff while you’re at it.” He says, his head lifting to look at Theo as the man slowly slips off his sock. Theo looks Parrish straight in the eyes as he lifts the sock up to his nose and takes a whiff.
“Mmh. Fuck.” He says, putting the sock on the table. “I can tell you haven’t washed them.” Theo scrunches his face again. “How about these come off too, officer?” He suggests.
“Go ahead.” Parrish says with a nod. He watches Theo peel off his shoe and sock with a satisfied grin and his dick rock hard. “Man, I love watching people get high off my scent. I should do this more often.” He says proudly. “You’ve definitely got enough stink to go around, officer.” Theo grins as he gives a quick sniff of Parrish’s boot. He recoils a little at the smell and gives Parrish a little smirk.
“Alright.” Theo says, positioning Parrish’s sweaty feet side to side in front of him. The scent of them hitting him like a tidal wave, but he won’t let it distract him. “There are a few points in the foot that are… satisfying.” He slowly lets his hand move across the deputies inner ankle, making sure to relax the muscle.
“First you start slow. To make sure the blood is flowing.” Theo says. Parrish relaxes back in to his seat, enjoying the worship. The sweat on his feet letting the petty criminal’s fingers slide across his feet smoothly.
Theo continues for a few minutes until he feels the muscles are fully relaxed. He then switches over to massage the top of the foot, moving around the ankle down to the achilles tendon (back of the foot above the heel) and making sure to move his hand firm but carefully across the foot in small circles.
“Agh..” Parrish moans as his head. “You’re good.” He says, his euphoria clear in his voice. “This isn’t even the best part.” Theo grins as his hands move towards the sole, keeping up the circular motion downwards. The deputy groans in bliss.
Then in a split second, Theo presses a specific spot underneath the heel which sends a shock of pleasure through the deputy’s body. Parrish moans. “Ah- Fuck! Holy shit…” He says. “Like that?” Theo grins as he presses it again. Parrish’s body jolts once more. “Oh my god, Theo. When did you learn to- Agh, Fuck!” the officer manages to say in between moans.
“Just a little something I picked up.” Theo smirks. He keeps pressing down on the sensitive spot. Parrish is a shaky, bumbling and horny mess as the shocks keep coming. “Ah-“ He moans, breathing heavy as he tries to keep the noise to a minimum. “S-Stahhp-“ He whimpers.
“Do you really want me to? That tent in your pants is telling me otherwise.” Theo grins. “Yea-Yeah. Stop~” He manages to breath out. “Yeah, keep going?” Theo chuckles. “Alright then.” He says, pressing even harder. “Ah!” Jordan yelps, his body folding as he scream into the air. The tent in his pants twitching with each press of the sensitive area. He palms his crotch as the horniness clouds his mind.
Theo’s smirk evolves into a wicked grin as he sees his little plan work. As he keeps pressing and massaging, he grabs one of Parrish’s socks and tosses it onto the deputies face. “Get a face full of your own stink, officer.” He smirks. The deputy only groans, too overloaded on sensations to react. He inhales, taking his own stink up the nose. He groans, his dick twitching even more.
“Come on, deputy. You’re close, huh?” Theo smirks. “Yeah.” Parrish replies, his voice breathy. “Let me get you there.” Theo replies, setting a more punishing pace.
Jordan can’t take the heat anymore, hastily unbuckling his belt and reaching into his pants to stroke himself. But as he starts, Theo pulls his hands away. “I think we’ve had our fun.” Theo says, leaning back in his chair. Parrish keeps stroking himself, his mind lost in lust as he inhales his own stench from the sock on his face.
“This isn’t very professional, is it?” Theo teases. “Maybe I should get sheriff Stilinski in here.” He adds. The mention of his name makes Jordan freeze. He takes the sock off of his face and looks around.
“Oh god.” He says, pulling his hand out of his pants and grabbing his belt from the floor in a hurry. Panic flares in his eyes as he realizes his job is at risk here. He quickly puts on his belt and takes his bare feet off the table, leaving prints behind. He looks at Theo with a serious face.
“Don’t tell the Sheriff about this.” He says sternly. “That depends on what you’ll do for it.” Theo grins. Jordan keeps putting on his clothes as they talk. “What do you want.”
“Help me with a little something. I want to look through the files on the McCall pack. Oh and not to mention this break-in ever.” Theo says in a sinister tone as he leans in.
“Done.” Parrish says, sitting back up in his chair. He regains his professional composure as he looks Theo in the eyes. “You have my word. I’m not telling anybody.”
“Good.” He grins. “You do smell great, officer.” He winks. Jordan’s face flushes red. “I’ll think twice about giving that punishment out next time.” He says, getting up from his chair. “Follow me. Let’s get you those files. And thanks. I know who to go to when I need a good massage.” Parrish says, his face still red and avoiding eye contact.
Theo gets up, that mischievous grin plastered on his face as he follows the deputy. This was just the first part of his plan and no one sees it coming.
“Garrett! Pass!” Liam yelled. It was the night of the Beacon Hill Cyclones versus Devenford Prep. A match Liam had been dreading since the start of the season. Brett has been messing with his head all game and the scores being tied in the final stretch doesn’t help.
Liam’s forehead shines with sweat. He clutches his lacrosse stick harder as the ball hits it. He turns, quickly calculates his throw and…
WHOOSH!
His ball hits the net. The Cyclones quickly erupt into cheers as Scott, Stiles, Jackson, Danny and the others raise him up into the air. The Cyclones finally beat the Devenford Prep. The team celebrates together, walking towards their families who were watching or grabbing water and hanging with the team. But Liam hangs back a little, enjoying the victory. Brett walks over.
“Good job, Liam.” He says, as cool as ever. “Thanks.” Liam says, awkwardly. “No snide comment?” Brett asks. “Nah. It was a game well played.” He says, surprised at his own humility.
“You know. That play with Garrett was good. We didn’t see it coming at all.” Brett starts. Liam looks over at his team. “Yeah.” Liam says, not paying attention to their conversation anymore as he’s counting heads. He sees Scott, Stiles, Kira, Jackson, Danny and Isaac. Someone is missing.
“I’m finally to you and you zone out. Am I that boring?” Brett says, stepping in front of Liam. “Ah, sorry. No-“ Liam shakes his head. “Just zoned out. What were you saying?” Liam asks.
The team slowly filters out towards the locker rooms. Liam and Brett stay back, talking at the fields. When it’s finally time and the celebration moves towards Scott’s house, Brett finally leaves and Liam heads into the locker rooms. It’s eerily quiet, but Liam doesn’t think much of it. He sits down and takes off his lacrosse gear, leaving him in a soaked undershirt, boxers and socks. He sits down and takes a swig of his water, but then hears a noise coming from the shower area.
He gets up, weary of his surroundings. He slowly moves towards the back until a familiar scent enters his nostrils. The scent of an alpha. He takes a whiff, enjoying the smell. It’s Scott’s. He’s sure of it. He relaxes a little due to the familiar scent and walks past the corner of the showers.
There he sees one of Scott’s socks hung up by a string. That’s the source of the pungent scent. Liam looks around, not noticing anyone. He figures this must’ve been a prank by the other members of his team on Scott or something. He takes his opportunity and moves towards the sock, pressing it against his nose and inhaling the intoxicating, masculine stink of his alpha. The pheromones making his eyes flutter a little and making his dick hard.
Until he feels a sharp sting in his neck and the next second, he falls on the floor unconscious.
“I knew a beta boy like you wouldn’t be able to resist his alpha’s scent. Time to come with me.” A guy says, appearing from behind the corner with a crossbow in hand. He leans down and grabs Scott’s sock and takes a sniff as well.
“Mmmh. I understand why you were so mesmerized by his sock. Smells manly.” He smiles as he grabs Liam’s limp body and walks off, hidden by the darkness.
A few hours later, Liam groans as his eyes flutter open. The first thing he notices is the stench hitting his nose.
“Augh-“ He groans. He tries to cover his nose, but his arms are strung up. He struggles in his restraints. He looks around. He’s stuck in what looks like a shed, lit by a few candles and a weak light hanging above a table. On the table he sees a bunch of tools and some sources of the stench. A shoe, some socks, a bottle of… something, a whip, an herb of some kind and a jar with some sort of powder.
“Wha- Who’s there? Hey! Who did this!” Liam yells as he struggles in his restraints. His socked feet barely don’t touch the floor as he flails to get free.
“Calm down, beta boy. You’ll just waste your energy.” A voice is heard. Stepping out of the shadows is…
“Garrett? Why?” Liam asks.
“Don’t worry Liam. You’re just a pawn to get to that alpha whose scent you love so much.” Garrett grins. Liam’s face goes red. “But now that I have you here…” Garrett says as he walks over to the table full of items. “I think I’ll have my fun with one of my hotter teammates. How many people can say that?” Garrett grins over to Liam.
“What the fuck? Dude! Let me go. Now.” Liam growls as he bears his fangs and his eyes glow yellow. “Woah there.” Garrett says, grabbing the herb. “Let’s calm down, alright? You’re in no danger.” He says, walking over and showing no fear. He holds the herb closer to Liam.
“Don’t want to catch a rash now, do we?” Garrett grins. Liam looks at the plant and back at Garrett, not backing down. “You don’t recognize it, do you.” Garrett says, his voice dropping to a more serious tone. “It’s wolfsbane, dumbass.” He says.
Liam’s face turns a little more worried. Garrett moves the wolfsbane under Liam’s nose. “Take a whiff.” He says in an authoritative tone. Liam fights in, turning his head away and trying to kick Garrett away. Garrett grabs his leg and moves it to the side as he steps in between his legs.
“I said. Whiff.” He orders as he grabs Liam’s head back to the front. Liam can’t hold his breath anymore and he inhales. The poison immediately takes effect as his eyes flicker back to their normal form and his fangs retract.
Liam groans as he starts sweating and feeling himself weaken. “There you go! See. Not that hard.” Garrett says, giving Liam a weak punch on the chest. He moves back towards the table.
“You’re dead, Garrett. Scott is going to find you and free me. And once he does, I’m killing you myself.” Liam says through his breaths. Sweat starts to pool on his forehead.
“Really? Well, I do want Scott over here. But I’m not sure about him freeing you.” Garrett replies, his back still turned towards Liam. “Your alpha is a little more difficult to lure than you were.” He says as if he’s thinking out loud.
“What?” Liam growls.
Garrett turns around. “You were thinking with your dick the moment you smelt Scott’s stink. Scott wouldn’t do that. So, you’ll be my bait. The moment he smells you, and trust me. He will.” He says nodding his head to Liam’s sweaty pits. “His alpha instincts are gonna kick in and I’ll strike.” Garrett says.
“That’s not going to work.” Liam growls.
“Why not?” Garrett smirks.
“He’s not that dumb.”
“He may not be. But I also didn’t think you’d go for a sock hanging from the ceiling and that worked.” Garrett mocks. Liam’s face goes red.
“You really do adore your alpha, huh? What is it you like the most about him? His body? His authority? His personality? Or is it really just his smell?” Garrett questions, moving forward.
“His strength. Personality. The way he takes care of everyone.” Liam replies.
“Is that so?” Garret says, now standing in front of Liam. His hands move forwards towards Liam’s pits. His fingers caress the light hairs from his armpits, feeling the sweat. “Damn. You’re pretty soaked.” He grins. He raises fingers towards his nose.
Garrett moans. “You reek, Liam.” He says. Liam’s face turns red again. “Perfect for being a Scott lure.” He says in a flirtatious whisper. “Now about that fun.” Garrett smirks, looking up into Liam’s eyes as his hand travels down towards Liam’s groin.
Liam groans. “Glad you took off the lacrosse gear. Now I get the raw stench of a lacrosse champion.” Garrett grins as he moves his face towards Liam’s exposed armpit. He takes an audible whiff. “Fuck yeah.” He groans. He moves his face closer and starts worshipping Liam’s armpit.
Liam wriggles in his restraints, the feeling of Garrett lapping at his pits making him ticklish. Garrett’s rubs his hand across Liam’s now stiffening cock through his boxers as he keeps worshipping under Liam’s strung up arm.
“Urgh… Garrett… What’re you doing.” Liam says, his voice weak from the pleasure and the wolfsbane. “Having my fun. And by the feels of it, you’re enjoying it too.” Garrett smiles before going back in to Liam’s pit.
Liam turns his head and watches Garrett worship him. He can feel Garrett’s palm moving across his dick, making it all the more enjoyable. He bites his lips, submitting to the enjoyment and letting it happen. Liam moves his armpit around to coat Garrett’s entire face in sweat. “Get in there.” Liam eggs on.
Garrett smiles as Liam encourages him. He lifts his head, rising back up to stand up right. “Enjoying it, are we?” He licks his lips, tasting Liam’s sweat still on his lips. “I won’t hog all the fun.” He says, turning around. Liam watches Garrett’s hips sway. Liam’s horniness clear by the tent in his shorts. Garrett grabs something and walks back over to him.
“And by me having all the fun I meant worshipping.” Garrett says, raising a black, worn-out boot. “I better hear big fucking whiffs, beta.” He grins as he grabs the back of Liam’s head and pushes the boot into his face. Liam moans as the stench-filled shoe is forced onto his nose.
“I wore this bad boy for 5 days straight before this, specially for you.” He winks. Liam squints his eyes as Garrett moves the boot to watch Liam’s face. “Tell me what you smell, beta boy.” He purrs. “Sweat. A lot of it.” Liam whines.
“Come on. That can’t be all.” Garrett says, tilting his head and obviously enjoying it.
“It reeks. Cheese, maybe?” Liam says then takes another whiff.
“Rubber? It’s warm and concentrated…” He says.
“You’re enjoying this even more, huh?” Garrett says, looking down at Liam’s twitching member. “You like being forced into a boot.” He looks up, now with a predatory grin. “Good to know, Liam.” He winks. Liam’s cheeks flush as he breathes in the boot funk.
As he finishes his sentence, a crack is heard. Garrett looks over at the door. “Oh! Seems like our alpha has entered the property.” Garrett grins. He takes the boot away and quickly walks over to the table and grabs the socks. “Open up, Liam.” He purrs.
Liam hesitates, but parts his lips slightly. Garrett quickly ties the socks together and puts them into Liam’s mouth and ties them around his head.
“They’re mine. Enjoy the salt.” Garrett winks. Liam’s tongue explores the damp fabric on it’s own, tasting the sweat from Garrett’s feet. “Too bad I couldn’t get you to finish. Would’ve been fun.” Garrett grins as he grabs a crossbow and loads it. “And if you want more, you know where to find me.” He grins again before he vanishes into the darkness.
Liam hangs there by his arms, soaked in sweat, dick hard and mouth hog-tied by Garrett’s socks. The door of the shed flies open to reveal Scott.
“Oh my god- Liam!” He says, rushing over. “Who did… this…” He says, trailing off as he notices Liam’s hard-on and soaked clothes.
“Mmpphrf!” Liam’s yells into the socks.
“What? Wait.” Scott says as he goes to untie the socks from Liam’s mouth. As he does so, Liam spots Garrett approach from behind. “Scott, watch out!” Liam yells as soon as the socks exit his mouth. Scott turns around as the shot is fired.
With Liam’s free feet, he kicks Scott to the floor with all his might which causes Garrett to miss. “Oh crap-“ Garrett says in a panic before sprinting off, out the door of the shed.
“Holy shit, Liam. Thanks.” Scott smiles. “Garrett? Really?” He says, watching him sprint away from a distance. “Anyways.” He turns back around to see Liam’s puppy eyes looking at him. “Don’t. Talk about it.” Liam says. Scott only chuckles as he starts to untie Liam, his pit right in front of Liam’s face. Liam takes a whiff, taking in the scent that got him in this situation in the first place.
Scott notices, but decides not to say anything as he grins to himself. “So. Enjoyed your little… getaway with Garrett?” He teases. “Shut up and get me out of here.” Liam growls. Scott chuckles again as Liam is freed.
“Here. Your clothes. I found them in the locker room.” He says. “Thanks.” Liam says. “I’ll- uh- keep watch outside.” Scott says. Liam nods.
Liam puts on his clothes, licking his lips as he tastes the last lingering bits of Garrett’s stench on his face, making his dick twitch more.
He exits the shed and walks off with Scott, knowing he’s got enough jerk-off material for the next week.
Derek x Isaac - Kinks included: Feet, Sweat, Body odor - 1960 words
“And that’s the bell. Be sure to study for those exams next month.” Isaac’s teachers says. Isaac sighs as he slides his stuff into his backpack and throws it over his shoulders onto his back. He manages to be the first one of the classroom as he heads over to his locker.
He throws it open as a simple, small piece of paper floats down towards the ground. He looks around to see if anyone is around that might’ve put it there. He picks it up and turns it around.
“Meet me at the old Hale house tonight. 8 PM. – DH”
“Derek?” Isaac mumbles. He taps the paper on his hand a few times, debating whether he should go. He looks over to see Scott and the rest of the pack heading off without him. “Jerks.” Isaac huffs. He then closes his locker and takes off.
He heads home and shuts himself in his room, doing whatever to pass the time. Around 10 minutes before 8 he heads out.
He opens the old wooden door, making it creak. He peeks inside and doesn’t see anything.
“Derek?” He calls out as he walks inside.
He turns the corner to see the man standing there in his usual leather jacket and black jeans. His hands nestled in his pockets. “You’re late.”
“Are you kidding me? By… 3 minutes.” Isaac says, checking his watch.
“That’s late.” Derek bluntly states. “But you came. Good.” He says, moving further into the house.
“What did you want me for.” Isaac says as he follows.
Derek walks into the burnt down living room and stops. He slowly turns to face Isaac, radiating his usual intimidating and mysterious aura.
“To train.” He says.
“Train? Why?”
“Does there need to be a why?”
Isaac furrows his brows. “Yeah. You’re not my alpha anymore. Why would you bother?” He asks.
“Because you’re still my responsibility. I turned you.” Derek says, his voice turning my serious as he stares daggers at the beta.
Isaac scoffs. “Fine. I’ve got nothing else to do anyways.” He says, taking off his jacket. “Should’ve worn better clothes for this.” He says, looking at his jeans.
“You shouldn’t care about what you’re wearing when you’re good in combat.” Derek states, walking over to the burnt chair in the corner. He takes off his leather jacket and throws it over the charred seat, leaving him in his grey wifebeater.
“Yeah. What you said.” Isaac says, raising his eyebrows as he looks at the jacket and back at Derek. He only exhales at Isaac as he turns around.
“Start with some push-ups.” Derek simply states as he stares out the window. Isaac huffs and gets on the ground.
“Easy.” He boasts as he starts his set. Derek turns around and watches Isaac’s form.
“You know. I had Boyd here few hours ago. Dropped out an hour in.” Derek says. “Really?” Isaac responds during his push-ups. “Didn’t expect that from him.”
“It’s not as easy as it seems. As long as you keep your focus.”
“What else could you be focusing on other than the workout?”
“It’s not ‘just’ a workout. It’s endurance.” Derek states.
“Endurance for what?” Isaac says, his voice wavering a little due to physical exertion.
“You’ll see.” Derek says with a smirk tugging at the sides of his mouth.
A little later Isaac finishes his 50 push-ups and Derek sends him to jog around the reserve. Meanwhile, Derek starts a workout of his own. Doing pull-ups on the burnt and cracked doorframe, mountain climbers between the dust on the floor and a few burpees that shake the entire house each time Derek hits the ground.
Isaac comes back into the house, panting from his run. He walks through the corridor into the living room. He sees Derek on the floor, now busy with push-ups of his own.
“So ‘training’ meant working out together. You could’ve said so.” Isaac grins.
Derek grunts as he forces one last push-up. He gets up and faces Isaac, his wifebeater now drenched in sweat, his forehead glistening.
“If you want to see it that way. Be my guest.” Derek says. “Good run?” He says, turning away to hide the smirk tugging at his lips.
“Yeah. Went pretty easy.” Isaac nods. “What next, boss?” He says with a head tilt.
“Planks. Till failure.” Derek states, turning back around.
“Really? Planks? Psh- Alright.” Isaac scoffs. “Amateur hour over here.”
He moves into the living room and finds a good spot to plank. Derek observes. Isaac gets on the ground.
“You gonna count me in?” He asks.
“Go.” Derek says immediately. Isaac scoffs again as he gets in position and starts planking.
“Could’ve warned me or something. Are you timing this?” Isaac asks.
“In my head, yes.” Derek says, looking down at Isaac. He can smell the sweat coming off of him, indicating a good run. He moves away and starts doing more push-ups next to Isaac.
Isaac looks over. “Thanks for not making me feel lonely.” He says. He looks back at his hands as he holds the plank. His nose then twitches as the heady musk from Derek’s body has wafted over to him. He focuses on the plank but the scent of the ex-alpha is too enticing to not inhale. He takes deep breaths, disguising them as if he’s trying to keep his heart rate steady.
Derek finishes his push-ups and notices Isaac staring forwards, his heart beating faster and his nose flaring. He smirks. “Keep the focus steady, Isaac.” He orders. Isaac gives a small nod. Derek gets up and moves over to another room, preparing his next challenge.
A few minutes later, Isaac notices the plank getting rough. His arms wobble a little and his breath quickens. Derek’s scent still lingers around him, but he manages to keep his head clear. That is until he hears Derek walk back in to the room.
“Focus. No distractions.” Derek says sternly right before a boot is slid under Isaac’s nose. Derek’s boot.
“Are- Are you fucking-“ Isaac starts.
“Focus.” Derek orders. “Don’t let it get to you. No distractions should keep you from your goal.”
Isaac can’t help but take a deep breath to steady his breathing again, but in doing so he gets hit with a funky, cheesy and masculine stench coming from the boot. He can feel the warmth coming from it as his eyes flicker down at it and back in front of him.
Derek only watches, enjoying Isaac struggle. “You know. Boyd dropped out here. He couldn’t do it. But you? You seem like you got this.” He says, a smirk having grown on his face.
Isaac’s face turns a light pink as he bites his lip. The smell is invading his senses and making him light-headed. He clears his throat, determined to focus once more but every time he tries the smell of Derek’s stinky boot under his face takes him out of it.
“Sometimes you’ll have to embrace the distractions to conquer them. So embrace it, Isaac.” He says stepping over to him and crouching down. Isaac’s eyes move up to meet Derek’s. His intimidating, but caring eyes. Isaac nods again and let’s his head hang, now facing the boot underneath him.
He inhales deeply, letting Derek’s foot funk take over. He groans a little. Derek only watches, the smirk planted on his face.
Isaac’s face rises again, his face scrunched. “That’s fucking ripe.” He says, an obvious strain in his voice as he struggles to keep his plank. Sweat starts to trickle down his forehead.
“I made sure it was as strong as possible.” Derek says. “You have to be able to ignore distractions when concentrating or during fights. Or… You have to embrace it if you have no other options. And seeming as you struggled to stay focused on your plank when the boot was under you, you’ll have to embrace it to stay focused.” He explains. “So. Inhale. Let the stench keep you motivated.” Derek smirks.
“It’s doing the opposite.” Isaac says, staring down inside the boot as he tries to hide his excitement. He can basically see the musky steam waft out of the boot, wavering his focus as he’s occupied trying to keep his erection under control, keeping the plank and taking whiffs of Derek’s masculine stink.
“Are you sure?” Derek raises an eyebrow and tilts his head as he stays crouched in front of Isaac. “Because you seem pretty motivated.” He smirks. “But maybe not on the plank.”
Isaac’s arms tremble as he really starts to struggle keeping himself together. He groans, trying to keep himself up. His face becoming red as sweat keeps seeping from his pores. He strains in a final effort to hold himself up, but right before he can give up, Derek kicks his right arm causing him to plummet to the right. Before Isaac can catch himself, Derek kicks the other arm.
Isaac’s face lands perfectly in Derek’s boot. He tries to push himself back up but due to a mix of exertion and Derek’s socked foot now on top of his head, pushing him further into the shoe makes it futile.
“Let’s go back to one thing to focus on then.” Derek darkly chuckles.
“Mmmfrph!” Isaac mumbles in the boot.
“Uh-uh. Focus. I need to here an inhale.” Derek orders.
Isaac hesitates a while, struggling to get out as he does so. But after realizing there’s no escaping this, he finally gives in and inhales. Letting Derek’s musk coat the insides of his nose. It shoots a wave of euphoria through him into his brain and towards his other brain.
“That’s what I wanted to hear. Don’t forget that smell, Isaac. It’ll be useful for tracking.” Derek grins as he raises his socked foot, letting Isaac rise back up. Isaac lingers a little as he takes a whiff of ‘fresh’ air which still smells purely of Derek. Derek pokes Isaac’s cheek with his sock to move his face so he can put back on his boot.
“Was… Was that seriously the entire thing you wanted to teach? Let me catch your scent?” Isaac says, dumbfounded as he looks up at Derek.
“The focusing is also important.” Derek says bluntly.
“You just wanted to humiliate me.” Isaac says, feeling semi-betrayed as he sits on his heels.
“No.” Derek turns to face Isaac, looking serious. “I’m teaching you important stuff. You’ll need this if any danger enters town again, Isaac.” He explains.
“And the best way to do that was to shove my face in your rank boot?” Isaac asks.
“It…” Derek exhales. “I thought you’d enjoy it.” He says, visibly disappointed.
Isaac studies Derek’s face, his own face a mix between shame, confusion, hurt and pity. He huffs, a small smile tugging at his lips.
“You really do suck at social interaction.” Isaac chuckles. He gets up and dusts himself off. “Luckily for you, I did enjoy it. Though, you could’ve just invited me over for just that instead of the whole charade around it.”
Derek raises an eyebrow, barely showing emotion but a glint of thankfulness flashes in his eyes. “Noted.” He says nonchalantly as he walks over to the chair and grabbing his leather jacket.
Isaac follows suit, grabbing his stuff. “So. Will this be a repeating thing?” Isaac says, testing the waters.
“Only if you forget my scent.” Derek states as he walks towards the front door. Isaac hurries after him. “I’ll be sure to let you know if I do.” Isaac says with a smirk. Derek looks over, keeping his emotions to himself. Isaac pats him on the shoulder as he grins to himself.
It’s a silent exchange of mutual understanding as the both split ways into the reserve.
Corey hadn't been playing so hot lately so the coach benched him during the match. After one of the players complained about the mess in the locker rooms, Coach sent Corey to go clean the place up. Now Corey has all the time to himself to inhale the sweaty jockstraps, take sniffs of everyone's dirty socks and shoes, getting him rock hard as he has the time of his life in sweaty heaven.
Scott x Stiles - Kinks included: Farts - 1939 words
“How could he not catch that ball?” Stiles rants as he opens the door to his house.
“Dude. Relax, man. Next game will be better. I promise.” Scott chuckles slightly, following him into his home.
Stiles throws his lacrosse gear on the couch as he marches towards the kitchen. “You shouldn’t have to say that if Greenburg had just caught the damn ball.” He sneers. Scott only chuckles a little, putting his gear next to Stiles’ and following him into the kitchen.
Stiles takes a deep breath and turns to face Scott. “Fine, yeah. Next time we’ll do better! Not like we had literal werewolves on the team. Plus! We said the same thing last week!” He says, his voice raising slightly with every word.
“I get it, Stiles.” Scott scoffs with a smile. “We may be on a losing streak, but we’re having fun.” He shrugs, sitting down at the counter. “Fun. Right.” Stiles nods, obviously not agreeing. “Whatever. I’m starving.” He says, turning back to the fridge. He looks inside and sees nothing pre-made by his dad. “Oh come on. Dad, do better.” He scoffs. He turns to Scott. “Mind eating my cooking tonight?” He asks. Scott shakes his head. “Nope. As long as I get fed.”
Stiles nods and grabs a random variation of ingredients, much to the confusion of Scott. “Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” He asks. “We can just order takeout-“
“You consented to eating my cooking so you’re going to sit your furry ass down and wait.” Stiles pipes up, holding a finger up and his back still turned. Scott raises his eyebrows and relaxes back into his seat.
Scott watches as Stiles frantically moves from side to side, putting pans on the stove, throwing open the fridge, grabbing more and more ingredients which the dish probably doesn’t need and chopping with all the pent up frustration from losing the lacrosse game.
After an hour, Stiles calls out from the kitchen to Scott whose taken a spot on the couch. “Scotty! Dinners ready!” He says. “Oh.” He mumbles as he quickly turns around to grab a random spice to top it off. Scott enters the kitchen to see a nice plate of potato wedges and a nicely packed salad and a juicy piece of beef.
“Well done, Stiles!” He praises. “See, I can cook.” Stiles boasts. “You proved me wrong, man.” Scott says, rubbing his hands. Stiles grabs the two plates and walks over to the living room. “If dads not home, we have the living room to ourselves.” He winks, Scott excitedly following behind.
The two guys plop down on the couch, grab their plates, turn on their favorite sit-com and start eating.
After a while of silence, broken up by sounds of chuckles, chewing and shuffling of positions gets broken by Scott. “Mh-“ He starts, covering his mouth with the back of his hands while holding his fork. “What’d you put in here? The salad is good but I can’t really make out what is in this.”
Stiles nods as he chews. “Just some greens I had in the fridge. Lettuce, bell peppers, cabbage, bit of onion.” Stiles says with food still in his mouth. Scott nods, satisfied with the answer. He swallows the last of his food before Stiles continues. “Oh and some spices. No idea which ones.” Stiles says as if it’s nothing. Scott chuckles. “Really? You just randomly put something in?”
“Yeah. It worked.” Stiles shrugs. Scott shakes his head with a smile. Stiles finishes his food shortly after. The two guys put their plates on the table and continue watching.
The show they were watching ends and Stiles reaches for the remote to switch over to another show as he notices Scott squirm a little. “You alright, Scotty?” He asks. “Yeah. Didn’t chew my food enough.” He smiles. Stiles shrugs it off as he continues searching for a show they’ll both enjoy. “This one?”
“Veto.” Scott mumbles. Stiles keep searching. “That one.” Scott points at a cheesy rom-com. “Absolutely not.” Stiles shakes his head. Scott groans. “What, you want to watch a girl bump into a man, fall in love and then get fired and cheated on by her toxic boyfriend only for her to end up with the man in the end?” Stiles says with a raised eyebrow. Scott only shrugs. Stiles keeps looking.
“Oh this one looks fun.” He says, pointing at a dark comedy. He looks over to Scott who looks uncomfortable. “Nah. Looks too scary.” He says. “Dude. You’re not scared of horror films.” Stiles says, moving back to sit straight up. “Well, that one might scare me.” Scott defends. Stiles scoffs and keeps searching.
After a few veto’s later, Stiles has his head in hands and lazily scrolling. His nose flares up as he rise back to sit up straight. “What’s that smell?” He says, subtly sniffing the air, catching a strong, potent stench in the air. “I- Uh- don’t know.” Scott mumbles as his cheeks flush red. “Did… Did you fart?” Stiles says, suspicion clear in his tone. “No.” He chuckles awkwardly. “Course not.”
“Scott, you’re a terrible liar.” Stiles says bluntly. Scott turns fully red as he realizes his best friend found out. “S-Sorry. Just having a bit of stomach issues.” He mumbles. “Nervous or something?” Stiles says, turning back to the TV. “No. After dinner my stomachs been doing backflips.” He says. Stiles looks up, alarmed.
“I didn’t poison you, did I?” He asks, worried. “You might have.” He says. Stiles shoots up, quickly walking over to the kitchen. He grabs some of the ingredients he used, checking to see if they’d gone bad. He finds nothing. He grabs the spices he sprinkled in the food and walks back into the living room.
“Are you allergic to any of these?” He says, holding the 4 small containers up for Scott to see. His eyes scan them, until landing on a particularly dark looking ‘spice’. “What is that?” Scott asks. Stiles turns it upside down where the name is written.
“M-Mountain ash…” He mutters. “Dude. You put mountain ash in the food?!” Scott pipes up, utterly confused. “I-I didn’t know!” Stiles stammers. “Why do you even have that in your kitchen?” Scott asks. “You never know when I have to use it. I put it there to protect myself in emergencies. But I- Uh- forgot about it.” Stiles says, awkwardly looking around.
Scott groans, letting his head hit the back of the couch. “I’ll uh- Wait.” Stiles says, quickly heading up stairs and coming back not soon after with his laptop. He frantically types something. “Alright. What to do when werewolf consumes mountain ash… Is to… Wait? Seriously?”
“Wait till what?” Scott asks, looking more uncomfortable than before. “Wait until… It’s out of your system.” Stiles says, scanning the web page. “Ugh. Dude, I’ve been holding it in the whole time.” Scott groans.
“Don’t then.” Stiles says, closing his laptop. “You sure?” Scott says, his cheeks flushing red once again. “Yeah. Dude, it’s got to leave your system somehow. And.. I’m the reason you’re feeling this way anyways so I guess this is my punishment.” Stiles chuckles slightly.
“Alright then.” Scott says, visibly relaxing as he sinks into the chair. It doesn’t last long before.
PPFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRRT
A low but loud rumble is heard. Scott chuckles to himself. “Sorry, dude.” He looks over at Stiles with a slight grin. “This is what you signed up for.” He says. Stiles walks over to the other side of the couch and once he sits down, he gets hit in the face with the stench.
“Damn, Scotty. I can basically smell the beef.” He says, his face scrunched but he doesn’t cover his nose. “I’ve got more where that came from.” Scott says with a mischievous grin. He leans to the left, showing Stiles the side of his ass as he lets out a loud hiss of a fart. He groans as it finishes. “That one was relieving.”
Stiles can almost see the smell waft over to him as he’s enveloped in the noxious, rotting smell. “Oh my god.” Stiles says, turning his head away. He takes a big whiff as he’s faced away from Scott, feeling the smell go into his nose towards his brain and partly towards his dick.
Scott notices Stiles’ heartbeat quicken a little. He then hears Stiles take the whiff. “Dude.” He says, his grin still on his face. “You getting off on this?”
Stiles turns his head, now him being the one red in the face. “What? No. No, of course not. Gross. You’re disgusting, hate it.” He says, adjusting himself. “You suck at lying too.” Scott chuckles. Stiles gulps. “Yeah, whatever.” Stiles says.
Scott moves over, sliding himself across the couch until he’s next to Stiles. He wraps an arm around him. “Why don’t we enjoy the smell together then?” He says with a big grin. “You’re not… weirded out?” Stiles asks. “No, man! If I can help a bro out, why not help him live his dreams?” Scott pats him on the back. “I’m starting to think you purposefully poisoned me.” Scott murmurs.
“No. No, I didn’t-“ Stiles starts. “Ah.” Scott stops him, hold a hand up. In the moment of silence, Scott breaks it with another loud rumble from underneath his legs. “Ah- That one needed a push.” He says, looking over to Stiles with a smirk. Stiles hesitates a little before taking a whiff. “Mph. You can do better.” Stiles says, shaking his head a little. “We’re rating them now?” Scott chuckles.
“You said we should enjoy them and I’m just being critical. Like a wine tasting.” Stiles explains. Scott shakes his head, a grin plastered on his face. He looks back up. “I feel another one coming. Describe it to me.” Scott says, lifting his ass cheek again.
PFFRRRRRT
He release another rumble, ending in a squeak. Stiles leans in a little, audibly taking sniffs. “Mmm.” He says as he holds his chin as if in thought. “You can tell you eat healthy. This one smelt clean, like it had a bath but it started to sweat right after. The air was thick but didn’t smell that bad.” Stiles nods. Scott laughs. “You’re really treating this like a wine tasting.”
“I don’t lie. Often.” Stiles grins back. “Wooph, yeah my stomach is starting to calm down.” Scott then says as he relaxes back into his seat. “Weak.” Stiles comments.
“What?”
“Weak. Only got that in you? Isn’t very ‘true alpha’ of you.” Stiles says, shaking his head and grabbing the remote again to continue searching for shows. It’s quiet for a while as Stiles stares at the TV.
That is until he feels the back of his head get grabbed and held in place as Scott looms over his face, position Stiles’ face right under him.
“What-“ Stiles starts before being blasted in the face with a hot…
PSSSSSHHHHH
The air flowing out of Scott’s ass straight into Stiles’ nose. Stiles’ eyes start to water as his nose burn from the pungent stench invading his senses.
“Yeah, how’s that for True Alpha gas, huh?” Scott grins down at him. He lets Stiles go.
Stiles coughs as he’s released. “Fuck. Scott- Yeah. Fine, you deserve your title. Jeez, that was fucking strong.” Stiles says, taking sniffs of the air which still holds the stink from Scott’s ass.
“That’s right.” Scott grins, plopping back down on the couch. “I think it’s all out of my system.” Scott nods.
He smells as strong as he is. He's a very healthy eater, so his farts and belches don't really smell that bad but you definitely don't want to be in the crossfire as he's still the alpha.
Stiles Stilinski
The one of few humans.
Sarcastic, smart and witty.
Kinky af. Doesn't hesitate trying to gas you out, even when he's not the best at it.
Like Scott, he smells as strong as he is. Which isn't very much. But he's got knowledge on how to come out on top anyways, even when his scent is lacking.
Derek Hale
Past Alpha, currently an omega and able to shift into a wolf at will.
Direct, analytical and pent up with emotion
Loves dominating and making people remember his smell.
His hairy body definitely helps with holding the masculine stench on his body. Him being able to shift elevates this to another level, making people beg for mercy which is only music to his ears.
Jackson Whittemore
Ex-kanima, current werewolf. Still retains some Kanima traits.
Arrogant, confident and a selfish lover
Like Derek, loves being on top but it doesn't take much for him to submit. Able to partly paralyze someone using his kanima venom.
After you're paralyzed you'll be at the mercy of some potent stink. He likes being clean, but get him on a non-shower day? You'll wish you hadn't seen him at all.
Isaac Lahey
Beta werewolf
Blunt, sarcastic and impulsive
Likes hearing about the chaos his stink inflicts. Though, he doesn't do it often.
His scent might not be strong, but boy does he know how to MAKE it strong. He's got a bunch of tricks up his sleeve to make you submit if he wants you to. Don't underestimate him.
Liam Dunbar
Scott's only male bitten beta
Very Impulsive, (acts) confident and short-tempered
Loves dominating, but secretly loves being dominated more. Especially if the smell is strong.
This guy is rank. He sweats lots, which itself doesn't stink as bad but an entire days worth? Yeah, you'll smell him before you see him. Again, the same with Scott his stench is as strong as him. Which is very, ESPECIALLY when he's angry.
Theo Raeken
Chimera (Part coyote, part werewolf)
Smart, manipulative but VERY charming
Doesn't dominate, but instead gets off on getting people addicted without them realizing before it's too late. Won't be upset at having to take some stench, he likes it.
Isn't the best at domination, but knows where you'll smell him as much as possible and will make sure you do until it's the only thing you'll want. From there, he'll dominate you in any way he sees fit.
Deputy Jordan Parrish
Hellhound and deputy
Strong sense of justice, open-minded, and professional.
Tries to hide what he likes, but when getting the chance he likes watching someone enjoy themselves on his scent
As said before, doesn't openly make people submit but he has his needs. When consent is given, he likes to be pampered. Massages, worship and praise. Though... He doesn't mind making the bad guys get on their knees and having his boot over their nose. A man in uniform gets sweaty quickly and he knows how to take advantage of it.
The Steiner Twins (Ethan and Aiden)
Two omega's able to merge into a powerful beast
Both are pretty aggressive. Aiden is the cockier of the two while Ethan has a little more compassion. Both feel stronger when together.
Both love dominating those they deem weaker than them. Aiden is more selfish, enjoying the squirming while Ethan likes teasing and begging more.
Apart they're forces to the reckoned with, but merged? They're almost unstoppable. For the context in this story; The Twin can still merge but aren't a huge wolf. Instead they're just a merged human with way more potent stink. Hope you don't encounter either of these two or your nose will be burning...
Other characters:
These will probably make a few smaller appearances. These character are: Danny Mahealani, , Vernon Boyd, Mason Hewitt, Corey Bryant, Brett Talbot, Garrett and Nolan Holloway. Still debating if I'll make a story between the older folk.
Anyways! That's everyone's profiles. Hopefully you're looking forward to it because I can't wait with starting to write the story. <3
Connor, a deputy at the local police office had just arrested a suspect in a possible home invasion. When interrogating said suspect, his mind gets invaded instead as the suspect named Jacob has mastered the art of hypnosis and uses it to put Connor under his spell and slut him out as he pleases.
Connor’s had a rough day. Today at work has been rough. Too many thugs being pains in the asses and resisting arrest, a lot of petty complaints he had to solve and now a smug, cocky and outright dick waiting in the interrogation room. He was dispatched to a home where it seems someone had broken in. Connor walked up to the door and noticed nothing strange. After he knocked on the door, the home owner had opened the door like usual except there was another man in his house.
The man didn’t seem stressed so Connor thought this was just another misunderstanding until the homeowner suddenly freaked out and said he does not recognize the man in front of him. Connor had no choice but to arrest the intruder and now he needs to figure out exactly how and why he was in the home.
Connor walks into the interrogation room with a posture that exudes confidence. He gives the man in front of him a stern glance, taking in his appearance. A man with short brown hair peaking under his dark gray beanie and wearing a slight grin on his face. Light stubble covering his chiseled jawline, his eyes are a striking hazel and he’s wearing a gray hoodie under a muted blue jean jacket and some lighter colored jeans.
“I’m Officer Connor Hayes. I’ll be questioning you about the reason why you’re in this room.” He starts, standing right outside the door of the tiny room. “But first, I have to inform you of your rights.” Connor starts reciting the Miranda warning, just like any other interrogation.
“Now. Jacob, I need you to tell me exactly why you were in that man’s home.” Connor says, slowly walking over to the chair in front of him.
Jacob raises his eyebrows as he sits back up straight in his chair. “Well, since you asked oh so nicely.” He grins. “Sit down, Officer. This’ll take a while.” He invites, gesturing Connor to sit down. Connor takes the invitation and takes a seat.
“Alright. Listen really carefully.” Jacob says, leaning forward over the table a little. “I was in town, right. I’m walking past this mans house and… I just know I need to peek inside.” Jacob explains. “So I walk up to the front door. The man opens and I start tapping on the frame like this…” Jacob starts tapping in a slow rhythm like a metronome. “We talk for a little. I ask him about the neighborhood, ask him about his life, all the usual stuff.”
Jacob talks, his gaze almost piercing straight through Connor’s eyes in his soul. “His guard drops a little.” Jacob says, his voice dropping low. Almost into a hypnotic hum. “His breathing slows. He’s looking at my fingers, listening to the taps of my finger.” He says, a slight smirk tugging at the side of his mouth. Connor furrows his brows as his gaze drops to Jacob’s finger and back up into his eyes.
“The man then invites me into his home. I accepted. I walked in and saw the beautiful home. The gorgeous antiques he had stored on shelves, collecting dust. The neatly tidied living room, an almost empty kitchen. No pets anywhere. I noticed it was a man living alone.” Jacob continues in his low, hypnotic tone. He leans in a little, making sure to keep his finger tapping on the table.
“I asked him about his living situation as he got me some water. I emphasized with him, saying it must be so hard to live alone. That he must be so lonely.” Jacob says, his voice dripping with false sadness. “Have you ever felt that, officer? Loneliness?” He asks, his head tilting a little.
Connor nods slightly. “Yeah. Rough feeling.” He simply states. Jacob nods in agreement. “Yeah. Exactly. But also, relaxing, right? No one to bother you, the home is silent. I told the man to just listen to the silence. Close his eyes… Take a deep breath.” His voice slowly dropping back into his hypnotic hum. Connor absent-mindedly found himself following along, taking a breath as Jacob spoke.
“The man listened to my voice, my words and nothing but my words. Nothing else existed. I then asked if he had ever felt this relaxed before. He said no. I told him to take another deep breath in…” Jacob says as he’s staring into Connor’s eyes. Connor squints, but obliviously follows along and holds his breath. “And out.” Jacob says, letting Connor breathe out and relax in his chair. He adjusts himself into a comfier position as he listens to the criminals account.
“When I had him relaxed and comfy, I asked him to think about a gorgeous field. He’s laying in the field, right under a big tree. He needed to listen to the wind. Feel the wind on his skin. Smell the fresh grass.” Jacob says, a smirk growing on his face as he sees Connor’s eyes glaze over just a little.
“Sounds relaxing, right?” Jacob asks. Connor nods. “The man agreed. “I then told him to listen to the sound of my finger tapping on the table. And that we’d count from 10 to 1 together. And at 1, he’d be in the best, relaxing sleep he’d ever been in.” Jacob says, his gaze steady on the officer. Connor nodded along, listening intently.
“Alright. We start at 10… Feeling great under the tree, no worries at all as you relax…”
“9… Shifting to be comfier.”
“8… Taking a deep breath in.”
“7… And out.”
Connor shifts in his seat as he stares at the man in front of him. He takes a deep breath, trying to wrap his brain around the sequence of events.
“6… You look up and see an apple hanging just above your head.”
“5… Your spot is too comfy to move from. Just let yourself sink into your chair.”
“4… Your eyes are getting heavy, they feel like they want to close.”
Connor’s eyes flutter a little as his head slumps slightly. He fights it, wanting to keep looking at the criminal in front of him.
“3… Letting them close. It’s easier, isn’t it? Way more relaxing.”
“2… Laying under the tree, deeply relaxed. Your chair is so comfortable and you feel so good. You can hear a slight snap…” Jacob says, leaning in over the table just a little. He extends his arm, positioning his hand right next to Connor’s ear.
“And 1. The apple from before hits you on the head right before you SNAP Sleep…” He says, snapping his fingers. The noise surges through Connor’s body like a shockwave as all his muscles relax and his head hangs. His jaw slack and his eyes peacefully closed.
Connor’s eyes shoot open and his head snaps back up. He looks around the interrogation room before his eyes land on the man in front of him. He coughs in his hand and repositions himself. He quickly gathers his files again and sits up straight.
“I apologize profusely, sir. I must’ve not gotten enough sleep last night. I am so sorry for dozing off. Now. The case.” He says. He looks at the paper, but can’t seem to make out what it says. He squints and holds the paper closer.
“Having trouble, officer?” Jacob says with a smirk. “Yes. I’m sure I remember the case.” Connor mumbles. “Alright. You were… found in the home of another man.” He says, his eyes looking up as if he’s trying really hard to think. They shoot back to Jacob before speaking again. “What were you doing there.”
“Well, officer. You see, the man had invited me over so he could give me head.” Jacob starts, a wicked grin on his face. Connor’s eyebrows shoot up as his face flushes red. “And when I got there, the man just couldn’t help himself. He got so incredibly horny.” He says. Connor’s face is as red as a tomato as he feels the heat move from his face down to his shaft. All the blood suddenly rushes into his dick. His mind foggy with lust as he looks at the man in front of him. He licks his lips, knowing what he wants.
“But the man couldn’t have it just yet, because he had a job to do.” Jacob tilts his head, playfully. Connor takes a couple of deep breaths, trying to ignore the discomfort in his pants from his rock hard penis. “Right. Yeah. Understandable, keep going.” Connor says.
Jacob smiles. “So I told him to get to work. Undress me like the king I am. I shouldn’t have had to do it myself.” Jacob grins. Connor nods, almost in a panic. He stands up and walks over to Jacob. “C-Could you stand up?” He asks. “Could I stand up….?” Jacob smirks wickedly. “Could you stand up, sir.” Connor corrects himself. “Good boy. Yes I can.” He says as he gets up. Connor towers over the man, as Jacob looks up at him with wicked satisfaction.
Connor slowly takes off Jacob’s beanie. Then he takes off Jacob’s jacket, throwing both of them onto the table. He grabs the end of his hoodie and slowly pulls it off of him, revealing a lean body. “You look gorgeous, sir.” Connor praises. “Thank you.” Jacob nods with a prideful smile. Connor admires Jacob for a moment before continuing on with Jacob’s jeans.
He undoes Jacob’s belt. Before he can undo Jacob’s jeans, his shoulders get pushed down until he’s on his knees in front of Jacob. “That’s better. You’ll have better access.” Jacob winks. Connor flushes red. He unzips Jacob’s jeans, revealing his red and black checkered boxers underneath. Connor stares in awe as his hands continue to pull the jeans towards the ground. He wants to put a finger on the band of Jacob’s underwear but is stopped.
“Nuh uh. You forgot something.” He says, gesturing at his shoes. Connor nods, leaning down to untie his shoes and slowly pull them off. “Take a whiff.” Jacob chuckles, enjoying the humiliation. Connor obediently does as told and takes a deep breath of Jacob’s shoe. He groans, looking up at Jacob with pleading eyes. His dick rock hard, straining against his underwear and work pants. Jacob only grins sadistically. “Continue.” He orders.
Connor wraps his fingers around the waistband of the underwear and slowly pulls them down. Jacob’s full bush is revealed first and right after that Connor gets hit on the cheek by Jacob’s own hard-on. He looks in awe as the cock in front of him bounces in the air. His eyes roam the across the veins, up to the tip. Connor’s mouth waters. His chin then gets tilted upwards until Connor’s eyes meet those of Jacob.
“I then told the man to take my dick all the way and let me mouth fuck him.” Jacob purrs down at Connor. Connor only nods, his eyes full with yearning. He lets go of Connor’s chin, letting Connor look back at his cock. His mouth opens and Jacob doesn’t waste time, thrusting his dick into Connor’s mouth.
“Ugh. Fuck. Never did I think I’d have an officer on his knees sucking my dick.” He grins to himself as he thrusts in an aggressive pace into Connor’s throat. Connor’s eyes water, but he doesn’t speak or disobey, letting Jacob use him like the toy he is.
Jacob holds a relentless pace, thrusting into Connor’s throat and getting closer and closer to climax. Connor’s eyes water as he gags on Jacob’s length. Jacob holds his head in place with both hands, his fingers tangled in Connor’s short hairs.
One powerful thrust later and Jacob roars as Connor’s throat is flooded with Jacob’s cum. He keeps the officer’s head in place until every drop has gone down Connor’s throat. He smirks down at him. “And then when I came, I told him to swallow like a good boy.” He says, relishing in the afterglow. Connor swallows, his mouth still on Jacob’s dick.
When there’s nothing more to swallow, Jacob pushes Connor’s head back which frees his cock with a pop from Connor’s mouth. “I then told the man to get up. Regain his composure and walk out the door of the interrogation room and head towards where the security camera footage is held and delete everything from when we entered to when we leave. Delete all the files on this case and forget this case ever happened. Then after that’s done, the man will return to me and release me. Whenever someone asks about it, the man tells them I’m innocent with no further explanation.” He says as he leans in towards Connor’s face. He gives Connor a wink as he stands back up straight.
Connor nods and gets up in a hurry. He quickly runs a hand through his hair, wipes his mouth and takes a breath before stepping out of the room, leaving Jacob behind who is quickly putting back on his clothes. Connor walks over to security and sits down behind the computer. He quickly deletes every second of footage Jacob is seen in. He then heads over to his desk to grab the files and shreds them in the shredder.
His co-workers stare at him, confused at his erratic behavior. Some try to speak to him but he brushes them off, saying ‘he has to do something real quick’. After the files have been shredded, he takes another breath and walk back in to the interrogation room where Jacob is now patiently sat waiting for him. “This way, Jacob. You’re free to leave.” He says, his voice back to his stern, professional tone.
Jacob nods with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Thank you, officer.” He says as he walks past him. Connor can’t help but blush a little. The two walk towards the front door where Connor waves him off. Jacob turns around before leaving.
“And don’t forget to keep all the instructions I gave you in the back of your mind for when I want to use you later.” He grins wickedly as he walks off towards the nearest bus stop.
After the two best friends swapped bodies they try to navigate the others’ life. When they eventually get a whiff of one another, an unsatiable lust takes over and explore their past bodies.
David is left behind at the football field, watching Caleb leave with his body and probably also the guy he just matched with on Tinder. David turns around, not wanting to watch this any further as he tries to think about what to do next. He storms towards his dorm to get some quiet.
David walks into his building, still dripping sweat. “Hey, Caleb! David’s out man. Probably at the gym again.” David hears from the stairway. He looks over to see his neighbor smiling at him.
“It’s me. David. I’m just trying to go home, man.” David says in a rush. He hears the guy scoff.
“Okay, man. You wouldn’t pass for David ever. You should work on a better disguise.”
David ignores his neighbor as he runs up the stairs. Once he gets to the door he fumbles for his keys and unlocks the door. He opens the door, but before he could enter his room he feels something… or rather someone brush past him. “Thanks. Bud.” Caleb says as he smirks at David.
“Dude, get the fuck out!” David yells, pointing at the door. “This is my room, man. I’m David. Look, me.” Caleb says as he points at a picture of David and a friend from his hometown. “You don’t even know him.” David scoffs. “I will soon. I own your life now, man. You get mine! Even trade off.” Caleb shrugs. David groans in anger. “Look, you already took my damn body but stay the fuck out of my room.” David moves up to Caleb. Caleb only smirks down at him.
“You can’t do anything anymore, Dave. No one is going to believe you’re David. I’m you, just accept it already. You know what? Here. Have my keys.” Caleb says, handing his dorm key to David.
David angrily takes the keys from him and turns around to grab some prized possessions like old trophies, pictures with his friends and family and jewelry. “Aw, come on Dave! I could use those to really get into the role of David.” Caleb says. “Don’t you want some of your stuff?” David asks. “Nah. I already packed it. I’ll move in a bit.” He shrugs casually.
“Talking about moving in. Clean your shit while you’re here.” Caleb says, grabbing an old pair of David’s socks and throwing them over to David. He catches them. As he looks at them, the smell – His smell – wafting up into his face. He takes a sniff, which causes him to feel a warm chill down his spine right into his dick. Caleb looks at David and smirks. “Testing out my dick already? It’s a good one.” He jokes, gesturing at David’s tent in his jeans. David turns red. “No worries, dude. I understand liking this body all too well” Caleb flexes and raises his eyebrows at David. “Of course. It’s mine.” David scowls. Caleb only shrugs. David clenches the socks in his hand and storms off.
As David walks around campus with his old socks in hand he can’t help taking sniffs of them. “Why do they smell so good?” David mumbles to himself. The socks smell of pure sweat. David’s sweat. “I never smelled so good.” He says to himself. He sniffs his pits to check if he really does smell like Caleb which he still does. He shakes his head, focusing on finding out what’s happening. But he can’t seem to clear his mind, no matter how long he walked outside. David walks over to Caleb’s dorm building. He enters Caleb’s room to see it fully cleaned and tidied up. He sighs, pulling off his own clothing to put on Caleb’s workout gear which fit 10 times better than his own clothes. He heads off towards the gym to make sure he can clear his head. “This might not be my body, but I still have my brain.” David says to himself before heading out the door.
He enters the gym to get ready for his usual routine. He puts his stuff in a locker and heads off towards the nearby weights. As he’s laying down doing incline push-ups he notices a shadow casting over him. He stops and looks up and sees Kyle. He bites his tongue before saying hi too excitedly. “Sup, dude.” David says to Kyle who is none the wiser that his gym-buddy is currently sitting in front of him. “Hey dude. Have you seen David around? It’s pull day which we always do together.” He explains. “Nah, haven’t seen him. Maybe at his dorm still.” David shrugs. Kyle nods and walks off. “Disaster avoided.” David mumbles again.
David finishes his work out an hour later, avoiding Kyle as much as possible. He gets up to put his dumbbell back in it’s holder when suddenly a hand grabs it from him before he can. “I need this.” A voice next to him says. He looks up to see his own body next to him. Caleb. “What are you doing here.” David says, surprised. “Working out with Kyle. Just getting to know your friends.” Caleb grins. He then looks intrigued by something and move forward a little. “Hm. You smell good.” Caleb says quieter than usual as he keeps his face close.
“I’m… I’m gonna go.” David says, pointing towards the locker rooms. Caleb’s gaze lingers on him, almost as if he’s fucking him with his eyes. “Okay.” He mutters. David walks towards the locker rooms. Caleb can’t seem to leave his mind. “I’ve never thought of myself like that, nor my smell…” David thinks to himself as he sits on a bench in the corner of the locker rooms. He shakes his head again. He gets up and starts rummaging through his gym bag.
Until he feels arms wrap around his waist and a body press against him.
“What the fuck-“
“Shh. I can’t… I can’t help it.”
Caleb says in between inhales. “You smell so fucking good. I don’t know why, but my dick is rock hard thinking about it.” He says. David is stunned but is soon enveloped in Caleb’s scent and understands what Caleb feels. Pure lust.
“N-Not here.” David groans as Caleb’s hands explore his waist. “Fuck. Why not, there’s no one here.” Caleb says into David’s ear. “Someone can walk in any second. Don’t ruin our reputation.” David whispers. “Fuck. Where to then?” Caleb whispers. “My dorm.” David says. “Why yours, mine is cleaner.” Caleb says, pushing off of David a little. “Please?” David pleads. “Fuck. Fine.” Caleb says as he looks at David’s face.
The two walk over to David’s dorm where Caleb is currently living together, subtly taking whiffs of each other and groping one another. The moment they enter David’s dorm, Caleb pounces on David and slams the door shut. He pushes David onto the bed as they start making out. Caleb’s hands explore David’s waist, slipping under his shirt. David grabs the bottom of Caleb’s shirt and pulls it upwards. They break the kiss as Caleb raises his arms to let his shirt come off which exposes his armpits.
David gets hit in the face with his own stink coming off of his ex-body. The musk is unresistable, making David’s cock twitch. He raises Caleb’s arm again to get a better whiff of the source of his insatiable lust. Caleb grins. “What? Can’t resist the smell of a real man? Come on, get in there.” Caleb encourages. David growls in response, pushing forward to allow him to sit up leaving Caleb standing above him. He stands, holding Caleb at the waist as he leans into his armpit. Caleb grabs David by the back of the neck and pushes him into it. David can’t hold back and starts worshipping every inch of Caleb’s ripe armpit.
“Mhh~ Fuck yeah.” Caleb groans, enjoying the feeling of David’s tongue cleaning his pit. His hand moves down towards David’s bulge and rubs it, making David squirm a little. Caleb smirks. As David keeps lapping at his armpit he slides his free hand into David’s pants. David’s breath hitches, making Caleb want to touch him even more. He grabs David’s dick and starts jerking him off as David is busy lusting over Caleb’s armpits.
“Just as thick as I remember.” Caleb smirks as he continues stroking David’s dick. David groans. He stops worshipping Caleb’s armpit to stabilize himself against his best friend as Caleb keeps up his relentless strokes. “F-Fuck… Caleb.” He says, taking deep breaths in between.
“I’m just helping a bro out.” Caleb grins. Eventually, Caleb notices David getting close. So he stops stroking, making David catch his breath with a whimper. He raises his hand to his nose and inhales David’s crotch smell. He moans. “Holy shit…” He says, barely above a whisper. He looks at David who is still reeling from the assault on his dick with a new found surge of lust. Caleb quickly moves to unbuckle David’s belt, knowing exactly how to undress him the fastest way possible as David is wearing Caleb’s past clothes.
Soon enough, David is naked with his dick on full mast. Caleb bites his lip and starts undressing also. David watches the sweat glisten on Caleb’s body as he moves. The stench of the two men wrapping around one another, making them even hornier.
Once Caleb is fully undress he pounces on David once more, this time throwing him onto the bed in front of him. He raises David’s arms and takes whiff. “You smell so goddamn good.” He growls. “You too.” David says breathless. Caleb moves his hands across David’s side. He leans down and starts kissing David’s body. David admires Caleb and his new body.
“You look even better in my body than I did.” David grins. “Mmh. And you taste way better in my body then I ever did.” Caleb replies in between kisses. Caleb moves down towards David’s crotch, kissing every inch of his skin. He inhales the stench coming off of David’s crotch and moans. He then takes a lick of David’s length which makes David hold his breath in pleasure. Caleb then takes David’s dick in his mouth and starts bobbing. David grips the sheets underneath him.
“Ah… Shit. You’re good.” David moans. Caleb gives a growl in response. Caleb licks around the tip and continues bobbing up and down. “Keep going. Faster… Please.” David pleads, turning Caleb on even more. Caleb listens and picks up speed. David moans harder as he comes closer to climax. Caleb slows down once more, making David whine again. “You fucker. Just finish me…” David whines. Caleb smirks on his dick. He gives his dick one last lick before popping it out of his mouth.
“Not yet. I want to feel you cum while I’m inside you fucking you senseless.” Caleb gives David a predatory grin. “Really using my body against me.” David says, lifting his head to look Caleb in the eyes. “Can’t not use it while I have it.” Caleb winks. “While you have it?” David asks. “I thought you made this permanent.” He says. Caleb flushes a little. “That was just a joke… I tend on swapping us back. Someday.” He shrugs, acting nonchalant. David lets his head hit the pillow again. “But who cares about that right now. Ready to crawl everywhere tomorrow?” Caleb says, crawling above David with that predatory grin once again. David can’t help but smile back. “Good enough of an answer for me.” Caleb says, spreading David’s legs in preparation. He pulls them up to get David’s ankles on his shoulders. Caleb then gets a hint of David’s foot stench. He turns his head with a lustful glint and buries his nose into his sole.
“Quit getting distracted and just fuck me already.” David says, his dick standing straight up. “Just can’t help it. You smell so fucking good, dude.” Caleb groans before taking a lick of David’s foot. He puts David’s foot back on his shoulder and lines himself up with David’s hole. “Never thought I’d ever get to fuck myself.” Caleb grins. “Shut the fuck up.” David sneers. Caleb smirks and inserts himself into David, causing him to yelp.
“Did you forget how big your own dick was?” Caleb chuckles as he continues to slide himself deeper into David. David groans in response. Caleb starts at a calm pace, pounding David with slow thrusts and gradually picks up the pace. “Fuck it feels good to feel my own body around your dick.” Caleb groans. “Next time, I want to be on the receiving end.” He grunts. David looks up, a bit puzzled. “What?” he asks. “Shut up and take this dick.” Caleb says with a dominant edge. David whines as Caleb slams into him.
Caleb keeps up a relentless pace. He groans each time he thrusts inwards which makes David squirm. David bites his lip, trying to keep his noises to himself. “Speak to me.” Caleb growls. “Let me hear those fucking sounds.” He orders. David moans which turns on Caleb to the point where he can feel his climax coming on. With a few ruthless pounds into David he roars as he cuts inside his best friend. He keeps slowly thrusting, riding out his climax. “Don’t fucking stop now, dickhead. I’m so fucking close.” David whines. Caleb grins, wrapping his hand around David’s cock. He starts slowly pumping to the pace of his slow thrusts. David’s eyes roll back as he shoots his seed into the air which paints Caleb’s hand. “There you go.” Caleb praises. David catches his breath, giving Caleb a dumb grin.
Caleb lets himself lay down next to David on the bed while the two relish in the afterglow. They catch their breath together. Caleb turns his head, smiling at David. David reciprocates. “This wasn’t how I thought my first day as you would go…” Caleb chuckles. “I wasn’t expecting my best friend to steal my body.” David sneers. Caleb looks away, looking ashamed. “I’m… sorry.” He sighs. David looks over. “So you did know?” He asks. “No.” Caleb begins in a solemn tone.
“I… made a deal with someone. Someone online. They said they could make me more like you. I thought I was going to get some personal training, honestly. But then… This happened.” Caleb admits. “I guess I just got in over my head when it fully happened.”
David processes the information while staring at Caleb. He looks him up and down, looking at his own body. “I…” David thinks about how to word this. “I want my body back.” He says. “You should have come to me. I could’ve helped, Caleb.”
“I know. I know… But I was nervous. I was… scared? Scared that you might think I was trying to copy you or something.” Caleb says, flushing red with shame. “Are you kidding me? You sound stupid. I’m your best friend, Caleb. You think I’d shame you for trying to be like me? Sure, I’m going to tease you forever for it. But there’s no malice. Ever.” David says, lying on his side to face Caleb. “Thanks. But… Now this happened. I’m in your body, you’re in mine and we’re constantly sweating and turning each other on with our…” Caleb says. “Stink.” David finishes his sentence. “Right.”
“So. Do you know who did this?” David questions. “No. They were anonymous. Their reviews were good. Everyone in the comments was saying how this was exactly what they wanted.” Caleb explains. “You’re a dumbass.” David scoffs with a grin. He sits up with a new-found motivation. “We’re finding these fuck faces and swapping back.”
Caleb smiles. “Yeah. But… I’ve got your exams tomorrow.” He says with an awkward chuckle. “That’s fine. You better score me a good fucking grade as payment. I’ll go after them.” David says. He gets off the bed and grabs his clothes and starts dressing himself. Caleb only admires him. “My body never looked bad.” He suddenly says. David pauses. “No. Of course not. Your body looks good, dude.” David says. Caleb gives a small smile. David leaves shortly after.
David walks out of the dorm building, ready to head to the library to see if he can find the website Caleb visited. He’s deep in thought about who could’ve done this. “Do I have an enemy? Nah. Unless it’s one of those little geeks from year 1. Or maybe some magical potion? Magic doesn’t exist, dumbass.” David mumbles to himself. He then hears laughing from a distance. He looks around to see where it’s coming from until he notices the KOS fraternity building. He sees the frat bro’s who they partied with at the front door. “Are they… Are they looking at me?” David mumbles again. “Yo! Looking a bit wet, dude! Why don’t you ask Caleb to see if he can clean you up!” Jay yells. The guys burst out laughing. David looks in confusion. “What the fuck…?” He says to himself. “Fuck you, man! It’s a warm day!” He yells. The guys laugh even harder. David scoffs and keeps walking.
David then stops. “Did… Did he call me David?” He says. His eyes go wide as he finally gets it. “Those BASTARDS!” He yells to himself. He turns himself around and speed-walks straight back to his dorm. When he gets there he slams the door open, startling Caleb inside. “Woah! Dude! What’s up?” He says.
“KOS frat. They did this!” David accuses. “What? Really? Why do you think that?” Caleb says, turning himself fully around to face David. “They just called me by my name. David. I’m in YOUR body! No one should know I’m actually David!” He explains. “Holy shit.” Caleb goes wide-eyed. “Is that why they invited me to that party…? Is that where this shit happened?” Caleb thinks aloud. “It must be. What did you buy? Like a product?” David questions again. “A service. I think. No product was listed, just the promise and I was desperate.” Caleb explains, once again sounding ashamed. “Those dicks.” David clenches his fists.
“We’re fixing this. Tomorrow. After your exams.” David says, gritting his teeth. “Your exams, you mean.” Caleb winks. “Fuck off.” David rolls his eyes. “I should get back to studying if you want me to get you an A.” Caleb says, turning himself back around to face the desk.
“Yeah. We’ll talk tomorrow.” David nods and heads back to Caleb’s dorm.
Two buddies get invited over to a frat party, but when they get there the party seems dead. Making the most of it, they play beer pong and lose. Their punishment includes them swapping socks which causes way worse (or better) things to occur…
It was a Friday afternoon. David had just gotten a text from his best friend Caleb.
“Yo Dave there’s a party over at KOS frat. U in?”
“Dude. You kidding? Hell yeah. When?”
“An hour C U there”
David grins to himself. He’d always been a party animal even when he’s supposed to be studying for exams. He’s very social however and is loved by many. Also hated by many due to his reckless nature and because he doesn’t understand how people could be introverted, pulling anyone and everyone into parties and uncomfortable situations. As David still has an hour, he decides to get ready right now and head over to Caleb’s. He jumps in the shower, washing off the gym-sweat from earlier from his toned body, admiring his two tattoos on his arm as he does. He washes his short brown hair and hops out. He sees the skincare products he’d bought months ago and barely used and figured he has enough time to try them out.
He walks out in just a towel and the first thing he grabs is his baseball cap which he turns backwards. Just how he likes it. He puts on a necklace, some loose jeans and some off-white socks that used to be fully white. He throws on a loose shirt which he doesn’t intend on keeping on for very long. He grabs his wallet, phone and keys, puts on his sneakers and heads out of his dorm towards Caleb’s.
Once he arrives, his best friend opens. Caleb is skinnier, but still impressively built. He’s got blonde hair with highlights and some light stubble. The two could not be more different looking.
“Dave? Thought we’d see each other at the party in… 30 minutes.” Caleb says, still in his comfy clothes. “Thought I’d drop be early, man. Do some pre-gaming!” David says, pumping in the air to get Caleb fired up. “I still have to get ready, dude. Come in.” Caleb says. David walks in to a messy room. He’d known Caleb wasn’t a very put together guy so he didn’t even raise an eyebrow at the socks, underwear and other clothes thrown around. The two talk a while as Caleb throws on his black shirt, jeans and some black socks. He puts on his flats and they’re off to the party.
When they get to the party, it’s way less bustling than they thought. “Dude. Where’d you even hear that there was a party here. It’s dead.” David groans. “Relax. We’re the fun, aren’t we?” Caleb chuckles. “Yeah, when you decide to trip over your own damn feet, you are.” David grins over at Caleb. Caleb scoffs and rolls his eyes.
They head inside and see some other frat bro’s hanging out, the music at a medium volume and no alcohol in sight. “Hey! David, right? We heard you’d be here!” A guy in a varsity jacket yells. “Of course, of course. Did the party already start or…” David says, looking around the pretty empty house. He can count 6 other guys in the living room. “Yeah, man. We thought it’d just be us plus you two.” He smiles, seeming sincere. “Come on, Dave. We can still fuck around without alcohol.” Caleb grins and walks into the house. David follows with a shrug.
They introduce each other. The guy in the varsity jacket, called Jay, doesn’t seem too athletic, but seems like a genuine good guy. Then you have Marcus, Oliver, Alex, Ricky, Roald and Toby. They don’t seem too interesting to the two. David is way out of his element. He’s used to screaming, dancing, drinking and flirting with anyone who comes his way but this is the opposite, Caleb however seems to be having a blast, eventually moving over to the ping pong table. “David! Dude! We should totally play beer pong. Loser have to do whatever the other team wants!” Caleb excitedly says. “Huh? Oh, yeah. Totally!” David says trying to keep the mood up.
“So. Caleb and I versus…” David says, gesturing to the other guys. “Me and Toby.” Jay says. David nods. The other guys set up the beer and they start throwing the ping pong balls. “Come one, Dave! You’re better at throwing balls around than this.” Caleb laughs. “I’m trying man!” David replies. The mood seems to be getting fun. The standings are 3 to 4. One point left to get… For Jay and Toby. “Dude. Come on! We got this, bro.” David says, shaking Caleb a little as he calculates his shot. He shoots… He misses. “Bro…” David says, turning away. “You kept distracting me, dude!” Caleb argues. Toby grins. “I’ve scored every point. I’d rather have a damn kangaroo as my teammate.” David groans. Toby shoots and scores. “Yeah! Good job, dude. We win.” Jay cheers, fist bumping Toby.
“We get to choose whatever for you two to do…” Jay says with a mischievous grin. Toby whispers something into Jay’s ear which makes his grin turn into a full on laugh. “Yeah. Yeah, we’re doing that.” Jay say, throwing his head back. “You two have to swap socks for a week. “Are you kidding?” David says, dumbfounded. “His socks fucking reek, dude.” David groans again. Caleb is laughing. “That’s a good one, dude.” He says, folding from laughter as David walks in circles trying to cope. “Whatever. Fine.” David says. “But the moment the clock strikes 12 next week, we’re meeting up to swap.” David promises. “Yeah, duh.” Caleb rolls his eyes.
The two sit down and peel off their sock. Caleb holds his towards David as he takes them. “Dude. How long have you had these on? A few hours? And they’re already sweaty as fuck.” David says, disgusted. Caleb chuckles as he puts on David’s socks. “This feels so wrong.” He says as he wiggles his toes in their new white confines. “Alright. I’ve seen enough. I’m gonna head out.” David says, standing up. “You should buy more black socks, Dave.” Caleb chuckles. “Fuck off, Caleb.” David scoffs with a smirk. “I’ll come with. I’m tired too.” Caleb says standing up as well. “It’s been fun. Thanks for coming over.” Jay says. They all wave goodbye to one another and leave.
The next day goes off without a hitch. Both guys sort of forgot they’ve swapped socks. David feels just a little off, but can’t put his finger on it. During a workout session with friends, they notice David looking a little more lean than bulky like he’s used to. Caleb on the other hand notices his hair on his face is actually disappearing instead of growing. He shrugs it off as he’s late to his part-time job and forgets it even happened. At night, David lays in bed. He sniffs the air, getting hints of Caleb. He grabs his phone.
“Yo have you been in my room?” David texts.
“No why” Caleb replies.
“nvm”
David puts his phone down and takes a deep breath, still smelling Caleb. He puts it off as just lingering scent from the other day.
The next day, Caleb looks in his mirror and notices his facial hair is gone and his hair is darkening. David sees there’s stubble on his face… Which he thought was weird because he hasn’t been able to grow much facial hair. He tries to flex to distract himself but also notices he’s lost muscle mass. Caleb however looks in the mirror, thinking he’s gotten fatter. But when he flexes a little, he’s pleasantly surprised at how bulky he looks. David takes a whiff of his pits and again smells Caleb. He quickly grabs his phone again.
“Dude im skinny asf wtf is happening”
“I’m bulky dude look.”
“nice dude.” David replies. He can’t wrap his head around what’s happening. He’s somehow getting smaller while his best friend is getting bigger. David decides he’s going to the gym once more and training double as hard as yesterday. He texts his gym-bud Kyle and in the next hour he’s back in the gym, working out in frustration.
“Dude, I woke up and all my gains were just gone.” David rants.
“Really? You sure you’re eating good?” Kyle says as he gets up after his set.
“Yeah, man. Nothing out of the ordinary atleast. I shouldn’t have lost that much muscle mass.” David complains as lays down to use the bench press. He struggles a little more than usual when lifting.
“Uh. Dude?” His friend starts. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah. I’m fine. Why?” David says amidst the grunting.
“You’re sweating. A lot.” Kylke says, staring at the sweat running off of David’s forehead and the growing wet spot in David’s armpits.
David sits up, looking at himself and he is indeed drenched in sweat. “I never sweat this much.” David mumbles to himself. He takes another whiff of his armpit and again, he smells like Caleb. And not in the good way. “Damn.” David recoils. “Do I smell like Caleb to you?” David says, raising his arm for his friend to smell. “I’m good, thanks.” He says. “Come on dude. I need a second opinion.” David pleads. Kyle sighs and reluctantly agrees. “But I’ll sniff your neck, weirdo.” Kyle says with a small smirk. Kyle takes a sniff from David’s neck. “Yeah. Definitely Caleb.” He says, standing straight up.
Caleb on the other hand seems to be enjoying his new form. He’s decided to go into town on this warm day. He sits at a local café, just looking for eye candy while doing as if he’s busy on his laptop. He sees a hot girl and goes to check on himself through his laptop webcam. When he opens it, his hair has grown just a little and turned fully brown. “Looks like I’d need a backwards hat.” He smirks to himself. Caleb closes his laptop and saunters over to the girl. “Hey. How’re you doing, gorgeous.” He says with a smile.
“Good… Sorry, not interested. You… smell horrid.” She says before walking to the other side of the café. Caleb furrows his brows a bit. He sneakily takes a whiff of himself and recoils. “Fuck.” He mumbles. “Smells like David after a night of partying.”
That night, David finally gets home after a day of errands. He dreads looking in the mirror again and when he does, his hair is blonde. Like Caleb. His jaw got more defined too. His body is now lean, like Caleb. He takes a deep breath. He still has his brown eyes, his clear skin and his tattoos. He’s still soaked in sweat. He smells like Caleb after he got done talking to a girl that one time in middle school.
Caleb hops into bed with a fan running. He takes a deep breath, inhaling the musk which is supposed to come off of David but it seems to be coming from Caleb himself. He flexes to himself a little as he looks at his now brown short quiff in his phone. He lays down and awaits the next day.
The next day arrives. Caleb wakes up to see his lips being bigger, his eyes having turned from blue to brown and rounder cheeks, just like David. Caleb sniffs himself and recoils from the smell of pungent sweat and B.O. His bed is drenched in sweat and he feels clammy. Almost like he sweated out his own DNA for that of David’s. He takes the socks from the floor, the ones that used to belong to David and takes a whiff. He groans. “Fuck. Now that’s what a real man smells like. A man like me.” He smirks.
David on the other hand is not as happy with the transformation. He’s ran into the bathroom, sweat soaked and smelling terribly as he stares at himself. “That’s… That’s Caleb. Not me…” He says to himself. He’s now got a sharp jawline, blue eyes, short blonde hair with slighty lighter highlights and darker stubble on his face. “I’m… Caleb. And is he… me?” He mutters to himself. He grabs his phone.
“Caleb. We talk now.”
“Why?”
“You know why. Meet me at the football field.”
“k.”
David groans as he quickly puts on his usual clothes which now don’t fit well, looking like he’s wearing a sleeping bag. He sprints towards the football field where Caleb, in his body seems to be waiting.
“Dude! What the fuck!” David yells. “What? I didn’t know either, man.” Caleb deflects.
“Yeah, right. You’re acting way too smug about this.” David yells, angrily.
“Woah, woah. Pipe down, man. I didn’t know, but… I’m not complaining. Your body is fucking nice.” Caleb flexes his muscles at David.
“I know, that’s why I worked so hard for it. Give my fucking body back!”
“I don’t know how. I have no clue what’s going on. I just don’t mind it.” Caleb shrugs.
David then notices the smell coming off of Caleb. “Is that…?” He says, sniffing the air. “Is that you?"
"Yeah, I think so.” Caleb says, raising an arm which exposes his armpit. David leans in and takes a whiff. “You even smell like me… And I smell like you…” He says, getting a little dizzy from the musk. “Getting a kick off of the scent of a real man?” Caleb grins. David stands back up right. “A real man?” He asks. “Yeah, look at this body. Look at my face. Can’t be less manly, now can it?” Caleb replies with a smug grin. “But that’s… That’s my body. My face. Did you think that about me?” He asks. “Does it matter? It’s mine now.” Caleb shrugs.
Caleb then looks up at David’s backwards hat and snatches it. “This looks like it’d fit me more.” He smiles as he puts it on backwards. Caleb’s body is now fully David’s and David’s body is fully Caleb’s. “Fuck.” David says to himself as he tries to wrap his head around the situation. “Oh, but since you have my body now I’d love to see how it’ll look once you buff it up.” Caleb smiles. “You asshole, you set me up! Those… Those people at the party. Before that I never noticed anything… You dick!” David pounces on Caleb. But after a short struggle, Caleb now easily overpowers David. “You should’ve known. I never won wrestling against you, but now I’m you. So I’ll always win against you!” He says as if he’s proud of it.
“Hey, I know you’re still trying to accept it but you had a date scheduled with a hot guy in an hour and I have to get ready, because I’ll be going. Here, take this. It’s my schedule. You’re now living my boring ass life while I get your exciting one! Good luck, bud.” Caleb winks at David as he walks off.
David is left behind at the football field. He’s now Caleb… But… How did this happen? He’s going to make sure he figures this out and get his body back, if it’s the last thing he’ll do.
"Yes yes, I promise I will be home soon, I am leaving work now babe!" You hang up the phone and rush out of the office as soon as the clock hits 5. Today was the first spot of good weather in weeks so you had cycled to work and planned to cycle back. If only you weren't in such a rush. "Fuck...fuck!" You groan, getting off the pavement after hitting a hole and falling over. You bicycle ran on and scratched against a blue jeep with a customized number plate reading "6Stiles9". Still in a hurry home you get back on your bicycle and rush home since the owner wasn't around. Unfortunately you hadn't accounted for the owners boyfriend being a werewolf that happened to walk around the corner behind you as you set off again. Just as you approach your apartment you are snatched up by a tall, beefy, hairy beast of a man and injected with sedative.
....A few hours of facesitting torture later....
"What are you sorry for?" The older hunk from roars above. Even after hours of him training you to behave, you try moving your head to the side to escape the stinking ass but are restricted by his shoes at either side. "I'm sorry for scratching Stiles' Jeep!" You answer into his clothed crack. "Good pup!" He grunts and farts onto your nose. You might have been here an hour, but the stench of Derek's farts hadn't gotten any less. The sound of an evil laugh fills the bedroom as he feels you coughing on his fart, your legs twitching and pushing the duvet off the edge. Derek leans slightly off, barely half an inch to give you hope. "Nah I don't think so!" He laughs hysterically as he just lets his ass lower again, accompanied by another wet fart. "If I strip my underwear off, I want you to kiss my hole and thank Daddy Derek. Then maybe I'll let you leave you little shit! Thumbs up if you understand!" Moments later, you stop struggling on his lingering gas and put your thumb up.
The weight is removed from your face and fresh air rushed in to your gasping face. Yet you don't have long to recover as he quickly slips his waistband around his cheeks and sits on your face again. Its hairy, sweaty, and sticky. The stench is ten times worse than before so you decide to just suck up your disgust and kiss his hairy pucker. You feel it pulsing as you put your lips on it, almost teasing you with its movements. "What else must you do?" You hear from above as Derek lifts his hips a tiny amount. "Thank you Der....Daddy Derek!" You barely finish the sentence before his hole slams down onto your open mouth and unleashes its gasses down your throat. Your struggle is fast and futile, fists banging the matress as your feet tear at the sheets. All the while Derek simply gyrates his hips, cheeks smothering you as his hole rests on your nose.
Once your energy depletes, he lays out your future. "When you wake up tomorrow you will transfer $100 to the acount I am noting on your phone!" Derek punctuates his sentence with a wet fart, making you weakly flinch. Weirdly you feel his ass hair grow thicker and more bushy. "Then you are going to text me to set up your next fart sniffing session, my name is saved as Daddy Derek!" Once again, his sentence ends with a fart, this time airy and thick. Your body twitches ever so slightly and his ass hair grows again, this time it seeped through your closed lips and blocked your nostrils making it impossible to breathe. Your arms barely move as you panic at the situation. "Finally, you will do those two things each week until you have covered my boyfriend's paint bill which is around $2000!" This time he just lets the farts roll out repeated. The gas prolonged your torture and suffocation within the hairy hellscape of Daddy Derek's cheeks until you finally couldn't handle the lack of oxygen.
“Shit!” Cody yells. He grabs his keys, his suitcase, his phone and grabs the piece of toast he had just prepared and rushes towards his car. He’s supposed to be going on a business trip to Dubai, but he left everything to the last second and now he’s running late to the airport which is an hour and a half drive away. He throws his suitcase into the trunk of the car, gets in and drives away.
When Cody is finally on the road, he takes a deep breath. He can finally relax just a little. He thinks through everything he grabbed. Suitcase, check. Phone, check. Headphones… In his suitcase, check. Passport.. Shit. His passport. “Fuck!” Cody curses. He turns his car around at the nearest possibility and rushes home. When he gets there, he barges into the house and searches frantically for his passport. He searches the living room, his bedroom, kitchen. Hell, he even searched the bathroom! When he enters his home office he finally spots it on a shelf. “Thank god, finally.” Cody sighs in relief. He grabs his passport and runs back into the car. He drives off once more.
Cody drives a little over the speed limit towards the airport. He manages to get there, but only has 15 minutes to make it onto the plane. He drives around the parking garage but can’t seem to find a spot. “Oh come on. Give me a damn spot.” Cody complains. A few minutes later a spot right in front of him opens up. He parks and runs to go check in. He looks at his watch. “7 minutes remaining. Come on..” He says antsy as he waits for security to check everything. Luckily for him, he’s so late that most people have gone through security already. He gets through and sprints to his gate where they’re already boarding the plane towards Dubai. He gets in line and takes another sigh of relief.
“I fucking made it..” He says to himself. He boards the plane and goes to see where he’s sitting. He booked an aisle seat so he could get up to go to the bathroom easily, but when he gets to his seat a man is already sitting there. “Uhm. Excuse me, sir. You’re sitting in my seat.” Cody says. “Oh. Yeah, right. Uh.. Could I maybe sit here? My stomachs been upset all morning..” The man says with an awkward smile. Cody sighs. “Yeah, alright.” Cody relents. “Thank you.” The man nods. Cody gives a small nod back as he moves past him to get in the middle seat. He looks to the right of him and sees an older man whose already managed to fall asleep. “This is going to be a nightmare.” Cody thinks to himself. The plane takes off a little later.
Throughout the flight, the old man next to him keeps falling asleep and laying his head on Cody’s shoulder and waking up a little later just to fall asleep a few minutes later. On the other side of him, he can hear the growls of the man’s stomach. He wishes he had taken his headphones out of his suitcase..
The plane lands in Dubai and Cody is miserable. He couldn’t even manage a single hour of sleep due to the people next to him. He walks out of the plane into the pouring rain. It’s now 8 PM in the afternoon and he hasn’t even booked a hotel yet. While walking towards the baggage claim he grabs his phone to look for a hotel, because fuck. He needs one. He scrolls through hotels and motels but everything is either too far away or way too expensive. He sees his suitcase moving along the carousel, but another man takes it. Cody puts his phone away as he runs after him. “Sir! Sir, I’m pretty sure that’s my suitcase.” Cody says, as polite as possible. “Oh?” The man says. He checks the suitcase thoroughly. “Oh, I guess you’re right. Sorry about that.” He nods as he hands the suitcase back. Cody takes back the suitcase. The man seems to inspect Cody. “Are you alright?” He asks. Cody is surprised at the question. He shakes his head. “I’ve done better. Travelling is exhausting.” He chuckles. “I get it. On a business trip I’m guessing?” The man asks.
“Yeah. You can tell?”
“No one travels to Dubai at this time of year alone.”
“Guess so.”
“Nice to meet you by the way. The name’s Brock.” Brock smiles at Cody and extends a hand. Cody shakes it. “Cody.” He says. “So, Cody. Might be a strange question but, do you have a place to stay already?” Brock says, tilting his head just a little. “No. I don’t, actually. Why?” Cody admits. “You see, I’m a taxi driver for this hotel called ‘Hotel Dolce Far Niente’. It’s a 15 minute drive from here. Trust me, you want to see it. I’ve never met a disappointed client leave there.”
Cody thinks a little before shrugging. “I just want to lay my head down in a good bed. How expensive is it?” Cody asks. “Ah, no worries! They’ll discuss the price after you’ve chosen your room.” Brock says. Cody doesn’t think twice about the vague answer. “Alright, I can use some rest.” He says. “Great! Follow me. Oh, and the cab is on the house.” The man tips his hat. Cody smiles, feeling at ease. He follows the man into the cab where Brock takes his stuff and puts them into the trunk. Cody seems a little uneasy. “Are you sure this isn’t going to cost a fortune? I don’t have that kind of money.” He asks. “No, no! Don’t worry, bud! The guy that runs the place, Josh. Good pal of mine. He’s a master at the craft. If you’re not satisfied, he can help you look for another place.” Brock says, patting Cody on the shoulder. This seems to relax Cody a little. “Alright.” He nods.
On the way to the hotel Brock plays some classical music. Cody looks out the window as he settles into the car seat. Today has been rough. He’s suffering from jet lag, he’s drenched from the rain, he’s been stressed all day and now he’s utterly exhausted and could really use some shut-eye. Cody closes his eyes to rest a little, but right before he can doze off, Brock starts talking. “So, Cody. Where are ya from?” He says, looking through his rearview mirror. Cody snaps awake. “Ah, uh. New York.” Cody says, disappointed he wasn’t able to sleep. “New York? That’s quite the flight. You must be an important part of the company.” Brock chuckles. Cody smiles. “Yeah, I’d like to think so. I’m a business consultant.” Cody says as humbly as he can. “Wow. A good title to have.” Brock smiles at him.
“Hey, we’re here.” Brock says as he pulls up. Cody looks out the window to see a gorgeous looking building. “You sure this is going to be within my budget?” Cody asks again. “Oh come on, you’re a business consultant. You’ll be okay. Plus, you deserve a good rest.” Brock says. Cody does agree but doesn’t want to spend all the money his company gave him this early. “Come on, I’ll help you in.” Brock says, opening the car door. Cody leaves the car and stares at the hotel in awe. He’s never been a hotel this fancy before. Brock comes over and guides him inside. When they walk in, a friendly and handsome looking guy sits at the front desk. “Ah, Brock! Hey, buddy! Who do we have here?” Josh says, flaunting a charming white smile. Cody notices his pretty informal attire, seeing Josh rocking a blue jacket over a white button up and some jeans. “Josh, this is Cody! He’s here on a business trip and boy has he had a rough day. Came here all the way from New York!” Brock excitedly explains. “New York, eh? Well, trust me. This place will make sure you’ve forgotten all about your travel.” Josh says with a wink. “That sounds nice.” Cody smiles. Josh nods. “I’ll be off now! Hey, Josh. Who should I look for next?” Brock says like it’s no issue. “Uh.. Maybe a single dad? Room 204 will be open by then.” Josh replies. Brock nods. He gives Cody a wink before leaving.
Josh turns back to Cody. “So! A rough day, huh?” He smiles. “Yeah. Almost late for takeoff, horrible plane ride, almost got stolen from by your diver and now uh..” Cody trails off, looking around. “Now I’m unsure if I can afford a place like this.” He chuckles awkwardly. “No worries, my friend. We’ve got some cheaper rooms and then the more expensive suites the higher we go. But we have so much to explore. So.. fancy a little tour?"
“Sure, why not.” Cody says. Josh gives a wide smile. “Good. Trust me, you’ll love it.” He winks. He throws an arm over Cody’s shoulder, giving Cody a whiff of his sweet, rich smelling cologne. “First stop, the pool.” Josh smirks.
The two walk over to the pool. As they enter, the smell of chlorine hits Cody. “Wait here.” Josh says before leaving towards a side room. Cody notices the warmth, the slow rippling of the water and the silence.. Josh reappears with some swimming trunks. “Here. Put them on. Relax a little.” Josh shoves the trunks into Cody’s hands. “I- Uh.. Are you sure?” Cody asks. “Yeah! Of course, why else would I give ‘em to you?” Josh grins. Cody shrugs and walks towards the locker room. He comes back a little later in his swim trunks and slowly lowers himself into the water. He sits on a ledge on the side of the pool, letting himself relax in the warm water. “Take a deep breath. Let yourself become one with the water, Cody.” Josh says. Cody does so. “Stress.. Tranquility.” Josh starts. “The duality of inner peace.” He says in a soft tone.
Josh stands behind him for a good 5 minutes, letting Cody soak in the warm and relaxing pool. “Shall we continue?” He says, having crouched down to Cody’s level. “Oh, uh.. Yeah.” Cody snaps out of his little trance. He gets up, dripping wet and leaves the pool. He walks towards the locker room once more, obviously more relaxed then he was 15 minutes or so ago. Josh smirks, checking Cody out from behind. Once he’s dressed again, Josh takes Cody towards the next stop. “So. You ready to see the rooms?” Josh says, throwing his arm over Cody’s shoulder again. “Yeah. After the pool.. I’m beat.” Cody says, looking very relaxed. “Yeah.. Why don’t we start at my favorite room? Trust me.. You won’t even want to see the other rooms.” Josh grins, a hint of mischievousness radiating off of him. Cody just smiles and nods. “Sure.”
“Good boy!” Josh say, patting him on his back.
“What?” Cody says, his eyebrows furrowing at the comment but a smile stuck plastered on his face.
“Ah, just messing with you. Come on.” Josh smiles.
The two head into the elevator and Josh presses the button to the 8th floor. The music is playing the same relaxing classical music that Brock was playing in the taxi. Cody zones out, staring at the floor. Josh notices and smiles at him. “You know.. It’s like every floor we pass.. Relaxes me even more, y’know? Just thinking about relaxing into that bed.. What I’d dream about tonight.” Josh starts in a soft, sultry tone. “And then each passing floor that thought just gets closer and closer..” Cody takes a deep breath, relaxing against the wall. “What’re you thinking, Cody?” Josh asks. Cody slowly grows a smile. “What that bed feels like. How good I’ll sleep after today..” Cody says with a droopy smile. Josh grins back. “Yeah.. We’re almost there. The bed is fluffy. You sink into it and it wraps around you like a warm hug.” He describes. Cody let’s his head hit the wall behind him and closes his eyes, just imagining finally laying in that soft, warm bed. Letting his aching limbs rest as he drifts off into a deep sleep.
The elevator bell dings. They’ve arrived at their floor. “We’re here.” Josh says with a warming smile. Cody snaps back to reality and looks over at Josh. Josh winks at him as he walks out the elevator. Cody follows. They walk down the hall, the only sound being the steps of their footsteps on the carpeted floor. Eventually the two reach the double doors at the end of the hallway. Josh walks up to the doors and turns around. “You ready? Yeah. I think you’re more than ready.” Josh nods with a mischievous grin. Cody only smiles, too zen to fully understand what Josh is doing. He just wants to rest his head on a good pillow after this fucked up day. “Alright then. Here we go.” Josh smiles. He then slowly opens the door, allowing the light of the grand chandelier to penetrate through the doors. Cody looks into the room. It looks cozy while also remaining rich. Cody steps into the room, admiring the view. “This is.. It’s so..” Cody trails off. “Yeah? It’s so what, Cody?” Josh tilts his head with a smirk. “So.. relaxing. So cozy.” Cody says, walking towards the center of the room. He is completely mesmerized by the beauty of the room. “Did you know.. This room has a.. hypnotizing effect?” Josh starts. “It’s like.. Every time someone who hasn’t seen this place before fixes their gaze upon the room, their eyes glaze over. Sometimes a little drool escapes their mouth.” He says, giggling a little to himself. Cody doesn’t answer. He’s just standing in the middle of the room, looking around with his mouth slightly agape and his eyes being glazed over just like Josh explained. “So. Cody. Why don’t you uh.. take off those work clothes, huh? Being in your undies seems way more relaxing.” Josh says, walking further into the room and closing the door behind him. “Yeah.. Okay.” Cody nods. He starts undressing in front of Josh. He unbuckles his belt slowly and unzips his pants. Josh looks in awe as Cody’s bulge protrudes from under his pants. Cody takes off his dress shirt and then his undershirt which leaves his well-built body on full display. “Looking good, Cody. Really feeding into the every businessman is built stereotype.” Josh smirks as he circles him. “I know a perfect way to help you relax to the max. Just.. Let me take control, Cody.” Josh purrs into Cody’s ear. “Okay..” He replies weakly. “Good boy.” Josh pats him on the back. “Hey Cody.” Josh says. Cody looks over to Josh.
“Sleep.” Josh taps on Cody’s forehead, plunging Cody into a deep trance as he falls back onto the bed behind him. Josh stands above him, admiring his body from above. He licks his lips, his eyes full of lust.
