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Chase tried and failed to infiltrate HIMBOCo’s newest gym. His friend went missing there over a month and he was determined to find him. Sadly, Chase was instantly captured and had mind altering AirPods shoved into his ears. Now, he is just another mindless himbo in training.
Coach standing there. Your view was utterly mesmerizing. The heavy, rugged blue denim of coach's jeans strained tightly, completely filled out with undeniable authority. Dusted with trail dirt, the stiff indigo fabric left just enough to the imagination while accentuating every powerful contour.
AIt was a hypnotic display of raw, casual masculinity. Out here in the wide-open country, the sitting cowboy was utterly entranced—completely unable to look away from the magnetic presence molded into that denim.
Eran the musk's slave
Eran was a typical college boy, he was 19 and lived alone. The only unusual thing about him is his great attraction towards armpits. He doesn't know but since he began his puberty, armpits began to really excite him, every time he saw one he felt the need to put his face in it.
Someday, as he was training his legs on a machine in his local gym, he saw an incredibly handsome boy with armpits hair picking out from his t-shirt sleeves as he was training his arms with weights. It made Eran really excited, he decided to come as close as he could from those delicious pits.
As he got closer, he then smelled the very pungent musk of the man, his smell was making Eran feel very submissive suddenly. He felt like he needed to obey the man, he couldn't go away from the man now. He needed to serve him, do anything to make him happy.
Then the man went to use another machine, and the trance Eran has been in suddenly dissipated. He was left very confused about what happened, he had to smell that man's musk again, he was craving this, he needed it.
He resumed his training, waiting for the man to go into the locker room, and he'll eventually think of the next part of his plan then.
After like thirty minutes, the handsome man finally headed toward the changing room, Eran then rushed to follow him. He observed as the man was getting undressed, he could see the awesome pits of the man.
The man then left his sweat soaked shirt in his locker and then went to shower, Eran saw that as a unique opportunity, that was the chance of his life. His pulse raced as he went to touch the shirt, he was shaking in anticipation. He was like addicted to that smell, his whole body was craving this smell. As he finally arrived at the man's locker, he grabbed the shirt, he heard some noise from the showers and as he got scared, he put the shirt in his bag and rushed out of the locker.
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Erwan was walking home as fast as he could, he was frustrated by the fact that he didn't smell the shirt yet. The walk home felt like an eternity when finally, he arrived in his small apartment.
He quickly climbed the stairs, took out the shirt of his bag and rushed in his room. He put the shirt inside-out and put the under arm area of the shirt right on his nose.
As the smell penetrated his nostrils, he was struck with a deep feeling of bliss. He fell on his knees, unable to move or think, his brain was focused on the smell and the armpit hair which were tickling his nose each time he inspired.
After an hour or two of being stuck on his knees, he heard the door of his apartment open. He completely forgot to lock it. Eran then heard the person who entered his apartment walk in the corridor, heading towards his room. As the steps got closer, he began panicking but was still unable to move. Then, very slowly the door opened, it was the boy from the gym !
When he saw Eran in that state of trance the man simply smiled and approached him. "Stand up !" He said out loud, and the second he heard the order from the man, Eran couldn't help but do as he was said. He was now on his feet, the shirt still firmly held on his nose. The man then told him to let go of the shirt, and to come sniff his actual pits. Eran was very excited about that, but also a bit scared, if only his shirt could have this effect on him, what would the actual armpit do to him ?
He quickly got an answer, as his nose touched the armpit hairs of the man, he felt his mind being pushed back in his brain. He was losing control of his body, he wasn't living it in first person anymore, he was only watching the situation happen from the back of his mind. He could see, hear, smell, taste and feel everything but it wasn't his body anymore.
He saw as the man made him do anything he wanted and he hadn't any control over it, his body was now an empty, brainless shell, entirely devoted to serving his new Master.
We know who's team they play on!
oh bby 🔥🔥🔥
There is a pure, rhythmic magic when my fingers map themselves to my buttons. A body and coached to where it is today. That physical point of contact sparks instant joy, transforming a simple touch into immediate momentum. In these moments, my mind aligns perfectly with the vibrant energy of being a man ready to take on the world. I have a deep deep desire to have engage, but it is always paired with a hunger to evolve. Each tactile rub is a micro-step forward—a solved puzzle, a new rhythm, a leveled-up strategy. The outside world fades into a sharp, focused state of flow. I feel entirely alive, enjoying the sheer thrill of the moment while quietly building the man I am meant to become.