#unconventionaltf

[dadduluvit]

Looking up at him, you knew he wasn't really asking ...

[dadduluvit]

Your mind is in a deep haze. Thoughts aren't forming properly ... but you can just about sense your surroundings.

You are lay upon something cold and moist, its like a slight part of you is melting with the moisture. You try to resist but the movements just don't form. A thick aroma similar to clean linen surrounds you? No ... its much deeper than that, its IN you, it is you?

Suddenly, something coarse, massive and strong grabs you're entire form, encapsulating you in a strong grip. You've never felt this weak and powerless, being shifted about through the air like a mere object. Its then you realise, this grip feels familiar, a hand? Definitely a man's, you know the grip all too well.

The pressure upon your form worsens, another hand pressing against your 'back', rubbing back and forth, back and forth ; all the moisture upon the fingers washing you through his grip and down his rough, hardened body.

Its a wierd sensation, a conscious part of yourself separating from you, running down a strange man's body, through all the crevices, musk and hair, down the legs, past the foot and through a cold metal drain. However It has only just begun.

One palm release from your back, after which he pushes you towards his body. Impact hits, and all you can feel is wet. He rubs you up his torso, you can feel your essence coating his body as he pulls you up through the coarse canyons of his pecs, above to the boney hills of his shoulders, all the rough points shaping and deforming your form further. A pungent smell then clashes with your cleanliness as your rubbed deep into a pit like crevice, then again on the other side, rough little hairs pricking into you, the smell of armpit coating you.

Thoughts have been near impossible to form throughout the extacy, for a gay boy to be coating a man's body, however the realisation finally hit. YOU'RE SOAP?!?

Before the terror of the situation can fill you, the extacy overrides yet again as he pulls you lower, and lower until you feel his wirey pubes cutting into you like a metal scourer, whilst your soap body clings into the grooves inside. Days worth of unwashed musk barraging your senses, washing away down the drain with a portion of your liquified form. Suddenly the wirey feeling fades as you're pushed against something soft, then hard? Even in a lull of man fuelled extacy, you can realise what this is, you know this taste well ...

You feel yourself pulled along his shaft as it progressively gets harder and firmer till you reach his squidgy tip, all the tastes and flavours washing the few thought you had left away. The flavour of his dxck cheese gelling into your form conditioning you into a man soaked, obedient bit of soap.

Lastly, you feel the wirey feeling again, this time against the backdrop of large throbbing muscles. You're being dragged against thighs, and carved ones at that ; the smell of gym sweat almost guiding you to fall down his carved legs.

The 'rainfall' above you stops, and you feel yourself once again placed against the cold surface you awoke on, except, you are now half the man, or no man at all. Your essence has near washed away, leaving a half used bar of soap, greedy to be graced upon its sire yet again ....

[dadduluvit]

Cameron had been watching Kyle every Tuesday after their matches, both usually the latest to enter and last to leave the locker room. He was annamored with his bulk, Raunchy masculinity and most importantly, his pits. They called to him. He felt he could sink right in. Cover him whole.

Cameron, despite poor attempts at hiding his obsession, caught Kyle's gaze, unaware of his twisted capabilities.

Kyle appears as a straight male layabout, many girls in their class had their hearts broken by him. But that's all just games to him, he plays the role for convenience. His true passion, bulking off his bros. Many team members had mysteriously dissapeared as Kyle rose through the team standing, slowly growing bigger. Stronger.

Cameron however was the team punching bag, un-affectionately Known as shrimp. Kyle had started it, stirring team banter. Secretley, his soft spot was for him. He wasn't boystrous like the rest, he wanted to care for him, Cover him. Own him

It was with this gaze he knew Cameron was his.

The locker room had grown quiet, Kyle turns back. 'You know shrimp, I can smell it on you'

Cameron, use to the vitriol, Murmers 'smell what airhead?'

'Hehe, smell this'

Before he can even respond to Kyle's illogical meathead "joke", Cameron face is shoved deep where its been longing to rest. Kyle's dank pits smothering his senses.

It instantly feels like home, the reek calling him in further

'That's right shrimp, get right in there ... I Knew you wanted this. Il keep you safe, you keep me manly'

Without a chance to think what that even means , Cameron feels a change. His skin feels ... Coarse? Is it even skin?

It feels good, really good, he can't think, overloaded with testosterone fuelled pleasure. More than sex could ever offer. True union. Pushing further and further in.

And suddenly, it stopped and all went dark. Cameron could feel the sensation of cloth covering him, the same stink that drew him in now permeating his ... body?

There's no voice guiding him now, but he can still hear and feel Kyle.. no himself.

What's the difference? All that matters now is that smell, Delving further into It's obedience.

4 Months Later

Kyle's found himself at the gym yet again, working his brothers stronger. And keeping little shrimp happy

'Stiiiiiink, ugh rubbing. Stay here. So warm ...'

Kyle could sense his favourite had settled in.

'Time for some reps lil' Shrimp, gotta keep ya satisfied'

He breaks into a Violent full body sweat almost instantly, with a strong musk covering him.

All is dank and all is well.

The end

Request for a follower

[dadduluvit]

You belong only below and under a true man, just accept it.

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[dadduluvit]

You should be thankfull, Regular life's too complicated. Now your days consists of hanging and admiring, rubbing and soaking, over and over and over ...

[dadduluvit]

You're Company has High standards, You knew better than letting them down, atleast, you thought you did ...