*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 🤭
Ricky stood outside in the warm summer rain under the porch light awaiting for someone to answer the door and let him in. His task was simple. Get Hunter and the rather small yet impactful group of gamers on campus to align with his dad Mr Rankin if there was a power grab for Principal in the future. While Ricky and his dad assumed it would be simple, Ricky would soon come to discover nothing in college politics truly is. The lock and handle clink as Hunter opens it from the inside. "C'mon in man!" Hunter says in his deep shiver inducing voice while smiling at Ricky.
"So you want me, and by proxy, the gaming club to side with your dad over Coach O'Brien? I don't know man. That would mean going against the wrestling team, maybe even the fraternity! And hell we don't even know if Principal Stone is stepping down" Hunter says, sounding less than convinced but with a look on his face that hints he has a plan forming. "Please Hunter, I wouldn't be asking if it weren't important to my dad. I can't let him down on this! How can I convince you? We will do anything...I will do anything!" Ricky pleads, always having a need to please his dad. Hunter hums for a moment, looking at the black leather couch he often sat on to play some Marvel Rivals or League of Legends on. Then he reaches around to rub his ass in the pink shorts he wore for running earlier, bringing his hand to his nose and sniffing. "Fuuuck I need to wash before I sit on my freshly cleaned couch.....or...." He trails off, staring at Ricky deep in his eyes as he hooks his thumbs into his waistband and pulls down the pink shorts and white underwear to free his black beast of a butt. "Or maybe Mr Rankins son can cushion me during my gaming session tonight? Who knows what I'd agree to if I can relax while I game without worrying about stinking up the couch?" Hunter gives a knowing smirk, teasing Ricky and pulling one of his cheeks to the side. "What you say Ricky? Ready to see if you can earn your dad, sorry Mr Rankin I should say, my support?"
Ricky had been having fun using his lactose farts on many willing subs on campus, but never imagined being under another ass. Yet his memory reminds him of why he was here, to get support for his dad as Principal. He makes his way over to infront of the couch and sits down in front of it, slowly laying his head back onto the cushion to look up at Hunter. "Hu...hunter....go easy please?" Ricky chuckles with a playful smile looking. Hunter turns his head to look down over his shoulder with a similar smile adding to the playful tension in the room. "Oh Ricky....my ass didn't get named the headhunter for no reason....good luck though!" Even with the sinister words there is a playfulness in the depth of his voice. The ass cheeks descend with speed and Ricky feels his face get shut off from the world as his own world is now a heated and humid darkness. The black cheeks wrap effortlessly around Ricky's head and meet the black leather of the couch as Hunter grabs his Xbox controller and headset, booting up Marvel Rivals and starting to chat to his friends for the hour long gaming session.
As the damp ass hairs tickle Ricky's nose the stench make this eyes water. He'd never been a seat before, reduced to an object like this. Mentally he was confused as he had long enjoyed sitting on and farting on other people's faces, thinking of himself as superior, as another Rankin dom, but now he was nose deep in ass. Panicking and wanting out, he taps on Hunters thighs, trying to escape not just the stench, but the thoughts that came with it. After a few minutes of tapping Hunter rises and light blinds Ricky. "I'm gaming seat! Take my ass and deal with it! Interrupt me again and be punished!" Before Ricky can fully adjust to the light and open his eyes, Hunter crashes down and lets a hot stream of gas out. "Yeah guys just another random guy I got to take my farts while I game!" Hunter laughs over the mic as Ricky is left dealing with the aftermath of the drop, air being forced from his lungs and Hunters gas now seeping in. With atleast an hour of this to go Ricky was forced to either suck it up and sniff mindlessly until Hunter lifted off, or acknowledge that some of his panic came from the fact he was rock hard from Hunters ass and trying to resist the urge to give in. His hands rise up to the meaty thighs, not sure if he is going to push or start massaging. Instead of thinking too much, Ricky lets his body go on autopilot and decide for him.
*Released a little early since it is a saturday :)*
The Kink Resort : The Stink Showers (Hudson Williams)
A week into your new life on the hellish kink resort and you thought you were becoming accustomed to it. A few days sniffing pits of the workers on the Island, another few sorting through the endless buckets of sweaty dom underwear and socks, you thought maybe it wouldn't be so bad. That was until you were told to go shower in the "Stink Showers" a request you couldn't turn down as it came straight from Kenji.
All is good for a little bit, no one was around and you are able to wash in peace. You forgot how much you missed just showering normally, using body wash and shampoo. All thoughts that get interrupted as a well built man steps up across from you and starts looking over. "Hey man, you apart of the Pleasure Team?" You recognize the voice immediately and look over. "Oh...you are Hudson will..." "Yes or no? You apart of the Pleasure Team?" He says more sternly this time with a darker look in his eyes. You nod your head yes, realising that this must be why you were sent here, to attend to your first celebrity client. You stare is awe at his body, chest juicy as he squeezes around it to wash it, face and hair perfect even when wet, and the perfect thick thighs. None of these would matter to you though as he turns around to face away from you, still under the water to wash the front of his body.
"Get over here and kneel! I have a hard time getting deep between these cheeks if you know what I mean! Do a good job and maybe I will leave a positive review and a tip. Sound good?" Hudson says nonchalantly, as if this was normal to him, mainly since it was a regular occurrence after the release of Heated Rivalry. Knowing Kenji sent you here, and that it was possibly a test, you walk over slowly and kneel onto the thin towel he throws down on top of the cold shower tiles. "Well? Spread em and clean em!" Hudson commands, not looking back and growing slightly impatient as you tried to delay the inevitable. For the first time in a week it hits you. What you were doing. Serving men just to survive here. Your hands come up slowly as you disassociate. Pulling apart his cheeks causes a wave of heated stench to hit you in the face but your mind is on auto pilot. Leaning forward, you strain your neck and push your nose and mouth into the slightly hairy and extremely sweaty crevice. The moment you inhale, the stench breaks your dissociation. "Fu...fuck...ugh"
You lean back but the moment your nose is near escape, hovering between the roundness of each tan cheek, his grip is on the back of your head and you hear a fart erupt. With the heat and humidity of the shower the stench is amplified beyond human disgust. "Back in my cheeks you little butt licker!" Hudson doesn't even let you stop gagging or choking, instead pushing you back in deep, face gliding between the wet boulders, to the lingering cloud of protein gas at the center. "Tongue now or I will show you the true power of my new diet for season 2!"
Defeated from the single sniff of his steamy shower boosted fart, you don't let the threat linger long. Slowly you push your tongue out between your lips, getting exposure to the taste of the lingering gas that turns your stomach and activates your gag reflex, but you persist. The edges of your tongue curl up against the inside of his cheeks, the cavern narrowing towards his hairy pucker until you feel your tip hit the pulsing wall of heat and stink. You pause, thinking if there was anyway out of this, stalling as the water droplets rolling down his back sliver between his cheeks and collect on your tongue carrying the taste of his hole. Just as you are about to push your tongue in willingly, realising its for the best, Hudson decides to shimmy back and aggressively consume your tongue with his hole. "That's the spot! Now get to cleaning or else!"
As you probe and clean the disgusting ass over the course of an hour, getting mouthfuls of ass tainted water it was clearer than ever that you were just a sub for other more important men to use as tool for their benefit and pleasure. Eventually, after your tongue going numb and your nose being burnt from the stink, he pulls your head out and sticks a finger in his hole then pulls it up to his nose. "Ahhh....that's surprisingly clean!" For a change he has a smile, and you reciprocate it, finally being free from his rear end. "I'm going to leave the best review possible, but also, recommend that you are the one to service Connor next!" Hudson giggles as he sees your smile drop into a look of horror. You watch as he walks out, ass shaking side to side almost like he is taunting you, all while you think of how Connors ass is fatter, deeper, and definitely stinkier.
The military had started a new program with handling the most dangerous POWs. The most violent ones seem the ones to give them the most trouble. To solve that issue, the military converted specially violent POWs into military gear and clothing for soldiers to wear and use. The program was such a success. The new clothing and gear proved to be quite durable.
Alec groaned under the big feet of his owner as he did his patrol on base. He had tried to escape a few times, injuring several soldiers in the attempt. As punishment, he was turned into a pair of army boots for one of the new soldiers on base. The guy's socks smelled so horrible, especially after wearing him all day. It had already been two weeks of wearing him, and the foot odor that saturated his insides smelled like something died in him. But this was his permanent fate. He wondered how long his mind could hold on to any sense of his humanity before the guy's feet completely stomped away to nothing but a mindless pair of boots serving his military master.
Tom was so excited. He had been chatting with his Dom for over a month. Kenny finally agreed to let him come in person at last, but there was only one condition. Kenny was going to tell him the condition when he arrived. The deal was that he he had to agree to abide by the condition regardless. Tom wondered what it was, but at the same time it didn't matter currently. He was getting to serve his Dom in person at last. He took a couple of days off from work for the trip. He was told by Kenny that he was to take a train and he would pick him up from the train station. Tom obeyed the instructions from his Dom.
When the train arrived at it's destination. He gathered the one bag he was told to bring with him and exited the train. He saw Kenny waiting for him. He approached. "Hi Sir."
"Follow me." Kenny instructed as Tom followed behind him submissively. When he got to his car he turned to face him. "Now kiss my shoes for gratitude for being here." He smirked.
Tom got on all fours and kissed his Dom's sneakers several times. As soon as Kenny opened the back door, he got in the car. It was a silent trip almost all the way to his house.
"Can I know the conditions now, Sir?" Tom got to courage to ask. He really wanted to know exactly what he had agreed to do.
"I will tell you when we get to my place," Kenny paused. "Besides, you agreed to it before even knowing what it is So it doesn't matter at this point to tell you yet."
As soon as Kenny pulled up into his garage. He got out of the car and opened the back door. "Come, it's time for you to know now." He instructed.
Tom followed Kenny inside the nice house. His Dom instructed him to get back on all fours and lick his sneakers. He did as he was told without question, even though the leather tasted nasty and was in need of cleaning. But at least he was serving in person at last.
"How long did you take off, boy?" Kenny asked as he watched his owned sub clean his sneakers.
"Just two days. I don't have any other leave time left, Sir." Tom paused between licking his Dom's sneakers. "I have to be back to work the day after tomorrow." He added.
Kenny opened up the app on his phone. "That isn't long enough for what I have planned." He pointed the phone camera down at his sub and hit the flash option. A pair of Addias now appeared on the floor where is sub was. "The condition was to be my new sneakers, boy." He smirked as he picked them up off the floor and went to his bedroom.
Tom wanted to worship his Dom's feet, but never imagined he would literally be sneakers. If he had known that part, he might not have readily agreed before hand. "I hope just for the two days, Sir." He mentally said, but no vocal sound came out. He couldn't even move on his own. He was stuck in this form.
"Time to break you in." Kenny tried on his new sneakers. They felt so good. The level of comfort from the insoles were great. He wiggled his toes in his new sneakers. "This is awesome. I am loving my new sneakers." He spoke to himself.
Tom saw his Dom's feet resting on his insole face, pressing down with each step. This was a bit too much for him. It was painful having his face crushed under his feet each time. He could feel whatever surface his Dom stepped on under the soles of his sneaker bodies. He wanted to worship his feet but not like this. He just hoped the next day he would be changed back. He needed to report back to work.
Nine days later, Tom found himself worn each day under his Dom's feet. He now reeked of a strong foot odor of his Master and Dom. His insole face had completely molded to his owner's feet. He soon became numb to the pain of being crushed each day. He had given up hope of ever seeing his human life ever again after the fourth day of being sneakers. His Dom had stopped speaking to him after the third day and just treated him like common footwear. It was only supposed to be foot worship for two days. This had been way longer than that. He had not anticipated this
"It has bee over a week now. It was only suppose to be a couple of days. Please change me back, please......" Tom mentally pleaded, hoping his Dom would show some mercy of letting him go.
Kenny enjoyed his new sneakers. They were a great addition to his collection of subs he turned into his sneaker collection. He couldn't wait till the next sub decides to fall into the same trap. He could use another pair of human transformed footwear. He looked down his sneakers which had been broken in nicely.
"Welcome to my sneaker collection, sub. You should have known you would not be leaving once I have a good pair of shoes." He laughed as he continued on with his day.
Your nephew comes by weekly and drinks your beer, makes you order him takes out, starts gaming and watching TV while he duct tapes your mouth and makes you sniff his sweaty sock stink for hours. Before he leaves he makes you Venmo him some money. He says he doesn't care how old you are, that a faggot's place is under the feet of straight Men and providing for them. You don't argue because you know he can and will beat and stomp the shit out of you, he's done it once. You're a sock sniffing faggot footstool face pussy. Proud of yourself, homo?
My younger cousin Rich was such a dick! I don't even know how I got here like this! I'm trapped helplessly in this sleeping back contraption but my arms are stuck inside sleeves so I can not move my arms! Plus he added 5 belts so I can barely even squirm a lil bit! I'm not only locked in chastity but plugged and he has a remote that makes it vibrate or pulse! He wrapped duct tape around my head covering my mouth at least 3 or 4 times and a cpl times under my chin up over my head so I was screwed! He kept laughing at how pathetic I was and how he had worn these socks all september long for Locktober which is just for this training is prepping me for...inonly have a weekend to get u properly adjusted and ready for ur new life. He said he wore them to every hockey practice and game plus every gym session and oh, BTW my whole team wanted in so every Sunday will be ur day of worshipping the winner of each day's smelly sock contest winner. Only I know of ur secret gift of magical healing hands...it took me forever to find u. I want u to pick me as ur winner every week so I can keep u all to myself since I found ur lil gay secret. I'm gonna brainwash u to be my footfag. Ull massage jock feet to make money for me and u won't be allowed to cum except to my feet and while ur sniffing the other guys socks I'll be fucking u and making sure u don't willingly worship their feet. Ur only supposed to sniff Sniff. Ur squirming and mmmpphhing will declare the winners!
You thought you were hired to be an auditor in the department? No stupid faggot, you were hired to be our footstool face. I get to be the first one to break you in. Now slide a little further under the desk there so I can place my sweaty smelly socked feet comfortably on your face and spread your legs so I can push my chair in a little more. This is how you're going to spend your days and there are 12 guys in this department who are looking forward to using you. So get used to the stink, you're never going to get it out of your nose or off your face. Oh, and every morning you bring us all coffee too, on you.
After he beats the fag for hours he makes it crawl across the room and take off his sneakers and worship his sweaty smelly socked feet and stomps on it's face.
You stupid bitch if I tell you to sniff and worship my sweaty stinking socked feet you do it immediately without question. You think this hurts now? Next time I'll pull your fucking hair out. Or maybe I'll kick out your out so when I fuck your mouth with my stinking dirty socked foot I don't have to deal with scraping my teeth against them. So now you're going to do this every day. Every single day. And when I tell you you you have two seconds to get your face in my sweaty stinking dirty socked feet bitch or I'll punish you. Harshly. You're not my fucking boyfriend, you're my fag bitch. I don't know when you're going to get that into your head but if we have to do it the hard way we will. Now sniff pig.
