"Such a hungry little beta aren't you?" Derek moans, Liam lapping his tongue against the sweaty armpit skin. It had been a couple weeks since a hypnotized Derek smothered Liams face in a hairy pit full of wolfsbane, but Liam had been fantasizing about it ever since. "Yes Derek! So hungry for your pits!" Liam grunts breathlessly between swipes of his wet tongue. Derek lets out a subtle grunt and within seconds Liams face is engulfed in a bush of thick hair suffocating him. "What did I tell you? How do you address me when we do this?" The armpit clamps down to suffocate Liam until the younger beta shakes.
"Sorry Daddy....I forgot." Liams whimpers, almost passing out in the forest of hair. Derek's grips his hair and yanks him to the other pit. "Go on! Worship that one too! The sweat isn't going to clean itself!" Liam is a weak mess, hard as a rock off Derek's pits while the dominant man barely broke a sweat commanding him about. "Get nice and deep! Suck all that sweat out so Stiles doesn't have to later!" Derek flexes his raised arm while reaching his other hand down to jerk off as Liam works his tongue deep into the armpit. "Tell me Liam..." Derek whispers into Liams ear, "Do Theo's pits turn you on this much?" The question snaps Liam from his submissive drone like licking. He was trained by Theo to stay loyal, yet Derek's pits were knocking down any resistance. "They....are...." Liams face gets trapped as Derek swings down his arm and traps the boys face in his pit again, this time allowing his pit hair to grow until it seeps into Liams nostrils and between his lips, allowing a struggling Liam to taste the sweaty strands unwillingly. "Too long to answer boy, Daddy expects honesty!" Derek just stands like a statue, jerking off as he effortlessly keeps a resisting Liam trapped in superior pit. Each twitch or cry is just a further turn on, and both wolves happen to blow their load at the same time.
"You want the same next week?" Derek laughs as he releases an almost unconscious Liam from his armpit trap. He only recieves an agreeing look from the Beta and a smile that signaled the more aggressive dominance was a new found desire.
"Such a hungry little beta aren't you?" Derek moans, Liam lapping his tongue against the sweaty armpit skin. It had been a couple weeks since a hypnotized Derek smothered Liams face in a hairy pit full of wolfsbane, but Liam had been fantasizing about it ever since. "Yes Derek! So hungry for your pits!" Liam grunts breathlessly between swipes of his wet tongue. Derek lets out a subtle grunt and within seconds Liams face is engulfed in a bush of thick hair suffocating him. "What did I tell you? How do you address me when we do this?" The armpit clamps down to suffocate Liam until the younger beta shakes.
"Sorry Daddy....I forgot." Liams whimpers, almost passing out in the forest of hair. Derek's grips his hair and yanks him to the other pit. "Go on! Worship that one too! The sweat isn't going to clean itself!" Liam is a weak mess, hard as a rock off Derek's pits while the dominant man barely broke a sweat commanding him about. "Get nice and deep! Suck all that sweat out so Stiles doesn't have to later!" Derek flexes his raised arm while reaching his other hand down to jerk off as Liam works his tongue deep into the armpit. "Tell me Liam..." Derek whispers into Liams ear, "Do Theo's pits turn you on this much?" The question snaps Liam from his submissive drone like licking. He was trained by Theo to stay loyal, yet Derek's pits were knocking down any resistance. "They....are...." Liams face gets trapped as Derek swings down his arm and traps the boys face in his pit again, this time allowing his pit hair to grow until it seeps into Liams nostrils and between his lips, allowing a struggling Liam to taste the sweaty strands unwillingly. "Too long to answer boy, Daddy expects honesty!" Derek just stands like a statue, jerking off as he effortlessly keeps a resisting Liam trapped in superior pit. Each twitch or cry is just a further turn on, and both wolves happen to blow their load at the same time.
"You want the same next week?" Derek laughs as he releases an almost unconscious Liam from his armpit trap. He only recieves an agreeing look from the Beta and a smile that signaled the more aggressive dominance was a new found desire.
Shatterstone bios added, these will be updated again on saturday to include Ricky and Hunter, and then again at the end of summer to add some fun extras :)
Danny and Theo Wolf Pack bios also slightky updated!!
"Listen up pledge! This is your final test to decide your future in the Fraternity. Normally it would be a simple ceremony and that would be you in. But since you went out a few weeks ago and drunkenly gambled your assigned frat brothers money away, he thought there should be consequences. One of us just spent the last week on a higher than healthy protein and fibre diet. Eight eggs a day, fibre bar at each meal, that kind of stuff. The other has had a clean diet with barely any gassy foods. You must choose to put your face in one of our asses to worship for the next couple of hours while being held in place by the other if needed. Its a 50/50 chance of being gassed into a deep sleep or having an easy clean ass takeout session. But hey, you are a gambling man! So get to betting!"
You stand staring as they lay on their stomachs waiting for you to decide, or more so "bet", on your evening ahead. Which do you choose, Chase on the left or Brandon on the right?
The sight made you hard against your will as you kneeled down on the floor. The ass of your lifelong best friend since highschool always had that effect, but now it was with devious intent. "You always told me that the day I married your sister would be the day I was 'officially' part of the family that you considered me apart of for so long. Well I know you have always salivated at the sight of my meaty butt. And a fact I kept hidden from you is that my brothers only respect me due to me gassing them out with this beast! Since you are a brother to me now, and you owe me a wedding gift, how about you finally put your face where it belongs buddy!" His calm tone of voice contrasting his devious grin made it all the more hot as you shuffled over and place your face into his massive mounds of ass.
"Thank you Grant!" You moan into his cheeks, pushing your face in knowing he didnt have long before having to get dressed again for the after ceremony dinner. "Now you say your vows to my ass! 'I promise to sniff Grant's superior asshole until death do us part!' Now!" His authority began to show, making you realise how he kept the respect of his actual brothers so easily. "I promise to sniff Grant's superior asshole until death do us part!" You mouth against his hole, massaging his cheeks with your hands as you let your dick leak hands free. "Good boy, here you go!" He laughs with a grunt. An eggy fart heats the air in his cheeks as you huff like an addict. Slowly walking forward he looks over his shoulder and starts to pick up his clothing to get dressed again. "You are my brother now, not just a friend. I expect you to know your place going forward whenever I ask something of you! Anything you'd like to add?" Grant grins at you, still kneeling and huffing his lingering scent. "Welcome to the family!" You moan as you shoot your load.
Each question he asked was caught on camera, along with each answer you said out loud and proud. Your eyes followed the motions of his swirling ass cheeks, a hypnotic motion that sealed your fate. The snap of his fingers triggers your brain and you crawl over like a puppet until you are kneeling behind him with your nose nestled between his cheeks. You don't even need to be told what to do, you just do it like its natural. A wet fart splutters around the tip of your nose and you take a deep inhale, loud enough for the recording phone to pick up. Hasan keeps swirling his ass, your face following the motions as you take deep sniffs. He picks uo the phone and holds it over his shoulder to capture how your face was not just at his mercy, but in need of his ass. "When I show you this tomorrow morning you will never question my hypnotherapy abilities ever again! Now what do you say?" He shoots another fart up your more than willing nose. "Thank you Daddy Hasan for curing me!" You dart your eyes up to the camera before focusing back on his ass. "You're very welcome! I take great pleasure in fixing homophobic jerks and letting them fulfill their true purpose!"
This is the refined schedule for the rest of summer as I have decided to finish up SummerOfStink2026 on August 21st. Any content I had planned for Week 10 has been distributed throughout the next four weeks meaning daily uploads!!
From now until 6pm UK time on Monday all of my longer Past Commissions are discounted to £5 each. See the updated selection below :)
The first donation as part of my Pleasure for Purpose project has also been made thanks to all the people who purchased commissions in the last 5 weeks.
Tell us the Top 3 characters that Master Bruce would dominate aside from Mark and Paxton.
I love this actually, especially since people really seemed to love seeing him just destroy Mark and Paxton.
Scott McCall: Master Bruce wouldn't see the 'Alpha' title as anything important, instead just as a higher level sub for him to break down. And if we are being honest Scott would probably break easily.
Garret Grant: Master Bruce would love having a Frat leader under his ass while probably having somw of Garrets pledges at his feet.
Minho: I would say CEO kai, but I think Master Bruce woudl respect him as an equal. His son on the other hand? Just another seat that happens to be richer than the rest. More money for him to take i suppose
*This was originally written March of last year then scraped, but I decided to refresh it a little as an introduction to the Island to give context of how you got there :)*
It has been only 4 days since you got the luxurious invitation to the mysterious Gwonsè island from the renowned business man Kenji Saito. You wondered why you were invited, simply a reporter for a small local business magazine that had published a few pieces on celebrities and even Kenjis Boss. Yet you didn't need an answer, this was Mr Saito after all. The legendary second in command to CEO Kai, one of the richest and youngest CEOs in the world. So if Kenji had an entire Island to unveil, it had to be something massive that could potentially work in advancing your career.
You opted for a small boat ride to the island, taking a f9ur to five hours, but being more relaxing and refreshing. By the time you got to the docks it was 9pm, pitch black and a little breezy. Yet the island already looked incredible, purple, pink, and green lights lighting up the surrounding forestry parts, and the tall golden and white penthouse buildings in the distance lit up like beacons to attract all the guests. You slowly make your way to the centre of the island, the paths perfectly shaped and decorated as you took pictures to document the evening. After a nice fifteen minute walk you see the gate to the main area, already crowded and busy with other invited reporters and guests from various professions.
"You here for Mr Saito's launch event?" The gaurd asks you, beefy and clearly much stronger than 99% of people here. "Yes, got my invite right here!" You excitedly give the invite card and provide your name. "All looks good to me, head to the left." You follow the instructions and head left to the packed pool area grabbing a glass of presseco on your walk around. The diverse range of guests surprises you. There are massive bodybuilder like guys, average business men, other reporters, older guys, middle aged, younger, and also skinner guys. Then it clicks, it's all guys here, not a single woman. You, look over to try get a glimpse of the right hand side and see it's entirely woman. Such a strange set-up, but you didn't have time to address your thoughts as Kenji walks to the stage like area in a luxurious white suit with golden detailing, spotlights swivelling to highlight him as the crowd goes silent and only the cool breeze makes noise.
"Good evening everyone! I am so happy you could all make it to my launch night of Gwonsè Island!" As Kenji starts his speech you see a mysterious figure, that you think is naked, walking in the side of a nearby building. "This island is a fresh start for me. With support from my close friend Kai, I have been able to bring this dream of mine to life." The speech continues but you can't let what you saw go, you are an aspiring reporter after all, so you decide to sneak around.
The windows are blocked by blinds and the door is now shut, limiting your ability to see anything inside as you try to tiptoe around the building in the dark without making too much noise in the pebble path or foliage. In the background the speech continues while you try find a way to get sights inside the building. "Here at Gwonsè we aim to provide a luxury retreat that everyone can feel comfortable at. Celebrities can come and know they have the privacy they desire. Sports players can make use of your gym, spa, and personal trainer packages. Business sector people can be assured all work can be carried out here if desired while also relaxing for hours on end!"
Finally you find an open door on the other side near the forest of trees leading towards the nearby shoreline. You enter quietly into the warmly lit room. The timing couldn't be worse as the man you saw earlier walks from a small bathroom out into the main room. "Get a little lost did we?" He gives a deathly glare that you only see for a second before looking down his body. Thick chest and abs on display under a revealing traditional style jacket and no bottoms on, revealing thick thighs and a cage to restrict his pleasure. "I said did you get a little lost?" He repeats, walking swiftly to meet you face to face. "No...no...I'm just a reporter, I was looking for a toilet!" You lie on the spot, not wanting to compromise your night here. Unfortunately he easily picks up on the notable distress in your face and voice, "I don't like lies, and neither does the man who invited you here!" You try to reply, to reassure him, but stutter as he grabs you with a grin on his face.
"Master kenji will reward me for inducting you into your place here like all the other journalists that smeared his friend Kai last year!" The mighty man roars before takling you to the ground. He easily outsized you and overpowered you. "Give up, I'm a martial arts master!" He whispers in your ear, squeezing you to drain your energy on the ground. It didn't take long for him to destroy what little fight you had. Yet the worst was to come for you. "I'm sorry little man, I know this isn't what you expected. But it is your purpose now! Your form of penance for lying about Kai and his conpany!"
He stands up, turning around to show his perfectly shaped fatty ass off, before lining up over your face. "No...no...pleaee...I can expla..." you are cut off by him dropping full speed. Your head is crushed under his ass, and you swear you hear a crunch. You don't even have time to react as he starts grinding to perfectly fit your face in his ass. The fatty cheeks slide around your head, cutting off vision and muffling your hearing.
"One!" He roars. You wonder why, but then it hits you. A nasty protein fart from his hole erupts on your nose, his hole spluttering around your nostrils as he fires his ripe fumes into your body. "Two!" His voice rises again. The second hits before you can ever recover from the first. Your body starts to shake and you claw at his abs for freedom. "Three...four!" He double blasts you as punishment for clawing at him. Your hands stop as the ripe gas overloads your body and you begin to shut down. You had never imagined being sat on before. Nevermind being sat on by a caged martial arts master on a luxury resort island while being forced to sniff farts. "Five!" He grunts. This time it's a thirty second beast which comes roaring out. It shatters your will, face, and sense of smell. It's pure eggs, like he ate a dozen eggs today alone. Your twitching stops, signalling your defeat, and he rises. "Five farts is pretty weak on your part, but be grateful you aren't unconscious!" You opwn your mouth to speak, to try to protest his evil words, but gag on his ripe gas still circulating in your body. That's when you hear the sound of someone opening the door that was previously closed.
"Mr Saito? Please help me! This man attacked me...You wouldn't believe what he's done!" You plead, standing up to meet him face to face in an all black suit. "Really? Well you smell of ass if I'm being honest so I think I could take a good guess as to what he did!" Kenji distracts you as the other man stands behind you with his ass pijnting towards you. "What are you gonna do about it?" You ask, still oblivious to Kenji's true nature. He simply grips your shoulders, slowly pushing you down. "When I see a future fart sniffer, it would be wrong to let you go without trying to indulge you! You thought that those articles you wrote lsst year as a beginner journalist would go unpunished? That you could lie about one of the most successful CEOs just to boost your career?" He laughs. You go pale, realising the true purpose of the Island. Kenji rotates you on your knees with ease and pushes you deep into the exposed crack of your tormentor. The rumbles begin again and the biggest wettest fart erupts. "Welcome to Gwonsè!" Kenji whispers in your ear. Sniffing the fart at the same time as you except it has no effect on him. Unfortunately you pass out, sealing your fate along with the dozen other reporters who all got the same treatment tonight. "Good boy! You can take that cage off now that you've proven you've learned your leason!"
The next morning you wake up with a sore head in a dimly lit box like hotel room, a little basic but still quick luxurious by your standards. You are wearing only a pair of pastel pink sweatpants, your suit from last night now gone along with your personal belongings. As you start to panic you notice a note on the bed beside you. "Welcome to your new life on the Island. You start here in a basic room like all new recruits to our "Pleasure Team". It is your job to please and serve any guests that come to the island. Do a good job and they will give a good review. Good reviews prove you are useful and obedient, earning you access to better a better room and more luxury services for yourself in time. Bad reviews result in training with myself, Kai, and other Masters. Enjoy!! - Kenji!"
The Kink Resort will not be a story focused 'Series'. Think of it like Fictional Fantasies, Crossovers, or Dirty Desires except for celebrities with the setting of the Resort. Three different celebs will make use of you during the second half of summer 🤭
From now until 6pm UK time on Monday all of my longer Past Commissions are discounted to £5 each. See the updated selection below :)
The first donation as part of my Pleasure for Purpose project has also been made thanks to all the people who purchased commissions in the last 5 weeks.
*This was originally written March of last year then scraped, but I decided to refresh it a little as an introduction to the Island to give context of how you got there :)*
It has been only 4 days since you got the luxurious invitation to the mysterious Gwonsè island from the renowned business man Kenji Saito. You wondered why you were invited, simply a reporter for a small local business magazine that had published a few pieces on celebrities and even Kenjis Boss. Yet you didn't need an answer, this was Mr Saito after all. The legendary second in command to CEO Kai, one of the richest and youngest CEOs in the world. So if Kenji had an entire Island to unveil, it had to be something massive that could potentially work in advancing your career.
You opted for a small boat ride to the island, taking a f9ur to five hours, but being more relaxing and refreshing. By the time you got to the docks it was 9pm, pitch black and a little breezy. Yet the island already looked incredible, purple, pink, and green lights lighting up the surrounding forestry parts, and the tall golden and white penthouse buildings in the distance lit up like beacons to attract all the guests. You slowly make your way to the centre of the island, the paths perfectly shaped and decorated as you took pictures to document the evening. After a nice fifteen minute walk you see the gate to the main area, already crowded and busy with other invited reporters and guests from various professions.
"You here for Mr Saito's launch event?" The gaurd asks you, beefy and clearly much stronger than 99% of people here. "Yes, got my invite right here!" You excitedly give the invite card and provide your name. "All looks good to me, head to the left." You follow the instructions and head left to the packed pool area grabbing a glass of presseco on your walk around. The diverse range of guests surprises you. There are massive bodybuilder like guys, average business men, other reporters, older guys, middle aged, younger, and also skinner guys. Then it clicks, it's all guys here, not a single woman. You, look over to try get a glimpse of the right hand side and see it's entirely woman. Such a strange set-up, but you didn't have time to address your thoughts as Kenji walks to the stage like area in a luxurious white suit with golden detailing, spotlights swivelling to highlight him as the crowd goes silent and only the cool breeze makes noise.
"Good evening everyone! I am so happy you could all make it to my launch night of Gwonsè Island!" As Kenji starts his speech you see a mysterious figure, that you think is naked, walking in the side of a nearby building. "This island is a fresh start for me. With support from my close friend Kai, I have been able to bring this dream of mine to life." The speech continues but you can't let what you saw go, you are an aspiring reporter after all, so you decide to sneak around.
The windows are blocked by blinds and the door is now shut, limiting your ability to see anything inside as you try to tiptoe around the building in the dark without making too much noise in the pebble path or foliage. In the background the speech continues while you try find a way to get sights inside the building. "Here at Gwonsè we aim to provide a luxury retreat that everyone can feel comfortable at. Celebrities can come and know they have the privacy they desire. Sports players can make use of your gym, spa, and personal trainer packages. Business sector people can be assured all work can be carried out here if desired while also relaxing for hours on end!"
Finally you find an open door on the other side near the forest of trees leading towards the nearby shoreline. You enter quietly into the warmly lit room. The timing couldn't be worse as the man you saw earlier walks from a small bathroom out into the main room. "Get a little lost did we?" He gives a deathly glare that you only see for a second before looking down his body. Thick chest and abs on display under a revealing traditional style jacket and no bottoms on, revealing thick thighs and a cage to restrict his pleasure. "I said did you get a little lost?" He repeats, walking swiftly to meet you face to face. "No...no...I'm just a reporter, I was looking for a toilet!" You lie on the spot, not wanting to compromise your night here. Unfortunately he easily picks up on the notable distress in your face and voice, "I don't like lies, and neither does the man who invited you here!" You try to reply, to reassure him, but stutter as he grabs you with a grin on his face.
"Master kenji will reward me for inducting you into your place here like all the other journalists that smeared his friend Kai last year!" The mighty man roars before takling you to the ground. He easily outsized you and overpowered you. "Give up, I'm a martial arts master!" He whispers in your ear, squeezing you to drain your energy on the ground. It didn't take long for him to destroy what little fight you had. Yet the worst was to come for you. "I'm sorry little man, I know this isn't what you expected. But it is your purpose now! Your form of penance for lying about Kai and his conpany!"
He stands up, turning around to show his perfectly shaped fatty ass off, before lining up over your face. "No...no...pleaee...I can expla..." you are cut off by him dropping full speed. Your head is crushed under his ass, and you swear you hear a crunch. You don't even have time to react as he starts grinding to perfectly fit your face in his ass. The fatty cheeks slide around your head, cutting off vision and muffling your hearing.
"One!" He roars. You wonder why, but then it hits you. A nasty protein fart from his hole erupts on your nose, his hole spluttering around your nostrils as he fires his ripe fumes into your body. "Two!" His voice rises again. The second hits before you can ever recover from the first. Your body starts to shake and you claw at his abs for freedom. "Three...four!" He double blasts you as punishment for clawing at him. Your hands stop as the ripe gas overloads your body and you begin to shut down. You had never imagined being sat on before. Nevermind being sat on by a caged martial arts master on a luxury resort island while being forced to sniff farts. "Five!" He grunts. This time it's a thirty second beast which comes roaring out. It shatters your will, face, and sense of smell. It's pure eggs, like he ate a dozen eggs today alone. Your twitching stops, signalling your defeat, and he rises. "Five farts is pretty weak on your part, but be grateful you aren't unconscious!" You opwn your mouth to speak, to try to protest his evil words, but gag on his ripe gas still circulating in your body. That's when you hear the sound of someone opening the door that was previously closed.
"Mr Saito? Please help me! This man attacked me...You wouldn't believe what he's done!" You plead, standing up to meet him face to face in an all black suit. "Really? Well you smell of ass if I'm being honest so I think I could take a good guess as to what he did!" Kenji distracts you as the other man stands behind you with his ass pijnting towards you. "What are you gonna do about it?" You ask, still oblivious to Kenji's true nature. He simply grips your shoulders, slowly pushing you down. "When I see a future fart sniffer, it would be wrong to let you go without trying to indulge you! You thought that those articles you wrote lsst year as a beginner journalist would go unpunished? That you could lie about one of the most successful CEOs just to boost your career?" He laughs. You go pale, realising the true purpose of the Island. Kenji rotates you on your knees with ease and pushes you deep into the exposed crack of your tormentor. The rumbles begin again and the biggest wettest fart erupts. "Welcome to Gwonsè!" Kenji whispers in your ear. Sniffing the fart at the same time as you except it has no effect on him. Unfortunately you pass out, sealing your fate along with the dozen other reporters who all got the same treatment tonight. "Good boy! You can take that cage off now that you've proven you've learned your leason!"
The next morning you wake up with a sore head in a dimly lit box like hotel room, a little basic but still quick luxurious by your standards. You are wearing only a pair of pastel pink sweatpants, your suit from last night now gone along with your personal belongings. As you start to panic you notice a note on the bed beside you. "Welcome to your new life on the Island. You start here in a basic room like all new recruits to our "Pleasure Team". It is your job to please and serve any guests that come to the island. Do a good job and they will give a good review. Good reviews prove you are useful and obedient, earning you access to better a better room and more luxury services for yourself in time. Bad reviews result in training with myself, Kai, and other Masters. Enjoy!! - Kenji!"
The Kink Resort will not be a story focused 'Series'. Think of it like Fictional Fantasies, Crossovers, or Dirty Desires except for celebrities with the setting of the Resort. Three different celebs will make use of you during the second half of summer 🤭
Summer Of Stink 2026 : Part 2 【Melted】 Teaser Reel
Hotter...sexier...stinkier!!! As a wise icon once said, "summer isn't over yet!" SummerOfStink Part 2 brings more ass, more doms, and more reason to goon. Let your worries melt away as you enter the stinkverse to read some of my favourite posts I've written for another 5 weeks of constant content from July 27th -> August 31st.
Wonho The Titan : Idolization, Temptation, Domestication
*Quick intro preview of the mega length Wonho commission going on sale this weekend once edited. The reader is Wonho's personal assistant on tour but quickly starts Idolizing the massive Titan and gets kinky thoughts. These quickly get amplified by sharing a room with Wonho to cut costs. However, when Wonho discovers the readers desires he does not immediately confront them head on, instead playfully teasing them into confessing. Will they end uo being able to handle the titan?*
The crowd outside is deafening and the stage crew is panicking around to close everything down before curfew. As you are walking to the exit Wonho meets up with you and starts to walk alongside you, drenched in sweat and exhausted. "Another successful show right?" He asks you, panting a little. You bring the towel up to his face to dry him off a little. "Yeah another crowd satisfied!" You laugh, the two of your exiting the back of the arena and getting into the car to head to the hotel.
Finally you swipe the keycard and walk in through the door to the decently sized, midrange hotel room you shared with Wonho. You walk past the door to the ensuite on the right and sit down on your bed on the left of the room as Wonho walks over to his and stands facing away from you to sort out the clothes on his bed for tomorrow morning. After weeks of resisting temptation, you look over at his ass. For a few minutes you can do nothing but analyse his ass. The shape of each cheek looking like his shorts were stuffed with padding to make perfect round boulders. The fact each cheek seemed like a good 15 inches wide. Then there was the shadow under each that showed the volume of each. Then you started to get flashbacks to the dream from last week where he treated you like a seat after a long show, telling you that it was your job to him comfortable. While hot, and something you wish could happen, you knew he was too kind for that, or so you thought. You slowly got harder and harder until you had to look away. "You okay if I just sleep in my boxers tonight and no duvet? It's boiling in here!" He asks, too hot to be covered, but still wanting to respect his assistants comfort and boundaries.
"Oh, yeah, of course! That sounds like a good idea, it really is hellish in here tonight," you say, trying desperately to keep your voice from cracking as you stare at the floor to avoid looking back at his massive, muscular silhouette. You shift uncomfortably on the edge of the bed, feeling the heat rising in your own body as you struggle to regain your composure. "I don't mind at all, really. I actually might do the same, just a thin sheet is plenty." You take a deep breath, attempting to focus on the itinerary in your lap rather than the physical presence you Idolized just a few feet away.
Wonho hums in agreement, seemingly oblivious to your internal struggle as he pulls his shirt over his head. The movement causes his muscles to ripple and flex, the tan skin of his back glistening under the dim hotel lighting. "Good, good. We need our rest if we're going to kill it in Tokyo tomorrow," he says, his voice deep and soothing. He turns around, and for a split second, you catch the view of his incredibly narrow waist tapering down into those massive, powerful hips before he grabs a pair of loose lounge shorts.
As he moves around the room, the scent of his post show sweat begins to fill the small space with a heady, masculine mix of expensive cologne, salt, and the raw, musky aroma of a man who has just spent two hours performing under intense lights. It’s an intoxicating smell that makes your head swim even though he has become numb to it. He hops onto his bed, the mattress dipping significantly under his weight, and stretches his long, muscular limbs.
"Man, my glutes are absolutely killing me after that choreography," he groans, reaching back to massage the thick muscle of his thigh, right where it meets his seat. He glances over at you, a playful, warm smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "You look a little flushed, Jo. Are you feeling alright? Or is the heat finally getting to you?" He chuckles, his eyes twinkling with a kindness that makes your heart race even faster.
"I'm fine, really! Just... a bit tired," you stammer, forcing a laugh that sounds a little too high pitched even to your own ears. You keep your eyes glued to the itinerary, though the words are starting to blur as your mind drifts back to the thoughts or him, how his ass is the best you've ever seen, and how heavenly his weight suffocating you could be.
Wonho doesn't seem convinced, but he doesn't push. He rolls onto his side, facing you, his massive arm acting as a pillow. The movement causes his lounge shorts to ride up slightly, exposing the very top of his muscular thighs. "Well, don't work too hard. You're the one keeping this whole tour on track," he says warmly. He settles into the pillow, his breathing slowing as he prepares for sleep.
The room falls into a comfortable silence, apart from the hum of the air conditioner, but for you, the silence is heavy. Every time he shifts, the bed creaks, and the scent of his skin, that intoxicating musk wafts over to your side of the room. You try to close your eyes, but all you can see is the silhouette of those massive, tan glutes etched into the darkness. You realize then that you aren't just admiring him like early in the tour; you are becoming completely obsessed. As you finally drift into a restless sleep, your last conscious thought is a desperate wish that the morning would come faster, just so you can see him in his gym gear again.
The entire gym session was a disaster. Did Wonho still get a good workout for arms and glutes? Yes, but one of the jocks spent the entire hour being loud and annoying, farting around a fellow jock friend as 'motivation'. Wonho was cute, kind, and usually chill, but tonight he decided to bring out The Titan.
"Sorry Carter, please don't fart on me again! I promise to be bett..." The weaker jock gets cut off as a massive fart roars into his face from Carters sweaty ass and echoes in the gym. "No apologies, no promises, just progress! If you can't overpower me then just accept my farts! Now get out of here you weak whiny mess! You should be thankful to smell such powerful farts!" Carter laughs, walking slowly out towards the changing rooms. Wonho sets down the weights and follows him out, slowly walking behind softly as Carter heads to the exclusive members room with soft padded benches. Oblivious to the beast of a man behind him he swipes his keyboard and pushes the door open slightly. "Mind if I join?" Wonho asks, face sporting a blank stare as he uses a single hand to push Carter into the room.
"Man you aren't supposed to be in here!" Carter turns around to face Wonho, quickly noticing he is no longer the largest in the room. Wonho simply kicks Carters leg and picks him up, laying him flat on the bench and crossing his arms over his chest to be held by a single of Wonhos hands. "Oh yeah, and who in here is going to kick me out? You disrupted my workout, and others had to leave with how annoying you were. Now you pay for interrupting the workouts of much more important people!" With Carter barely able to fight back against Wonho's grip, he can only lay and watch the bigger, beefier, body builder like man turn around and show his ass in compression shorts, a long slick line of sweat between the massive doughy cheeks.
"You too weak to fight back? You know what that means!" Wonho grunts, farting directly above Carters face, using his own gym discipline for wrestling team members against him. Carter can only try put on a strong front, slowly inhaling to try keep his composure as the stink is some of the worst he has dealt with. "Man fuck you! Who do you think...." Another burst of gas gags Carter mid sentence and makes him lose his composure. Trying to free himself he kicks the walls accidentally and hits his head off the cushioned bench a little. "Too weak to escape?" Wonho says again, this time lower his ass down to sit on Carters head. "Sniff!" He whispers with a silent eggy fart, fueled by the earlier meal of six eggs and a fiber based shake. Now he can feel the resistance in Carters hands start to weaken, a sign his gas is doing the trick. Wonho lets the fart linger for a few minutes allowing Carter to breathe it in from the sweaty fabric, almost like a gassy waterboarding. "Right, what do you say for the disruption in the gym?" Wonho rises up but keeps his grip on Carters crossed wrists. "Never! My methods are effective and that's all that matters!" Carter refuses to give up his control, a mistake that costs him more of his dignity than he could have imagined. "Look at that! Still can't overpower me! Guess this will let you see if your method truly is effective in making people grow!"
Wonho sits back down on Carters face, but this time he lifts his legs and lays them fully on top of Carters as he removes his hand. "By the way, you should be thankful to smell such powerful farts!" He laughs to himself thighs now keeping Carters hands trapped as Wonho sat full weight, his only support being how his cheeks wrapped around Carters head and touched the edges of the bench. Fart after fart rolls out, getting wetter as they go on. The stench is inhumane, but to Carter it did not matter, he would soon pass out as the soaked fabric of the compression shorts removed his ability to breathe anything but farts for the following hour that Wonho used him.
Carter woke up the next day and opened his phone to hundreds of notifications about a photo posted at midnight. It was him buried in a man's massive ass, photo cropped to not show Wonho's face. The entire Shatterstone Frat group chat was simply filled with #SeatforaTitan
