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.
Below are the current schedules for weeks 6-9. These are pretty solidified but if anything changes over the coming week on my break and I decide to restructure, then I will update them. Week 10 schedule will be posted at the end of week 9 :)
A big thank you to everyone who has ordered a commision over summer whether it be an original or an already written one!!! You guys make this kind of stuff a lot easier for me to do 🖤🤍
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.
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.
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.
*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 🤭
*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!"
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
*WiFi messed up and the original got deleted/lost while uploading to scheduled posts earlier today so I had to rewrite this the best I could from memory. Hoping it still comes across well since it is the finale of this mini series and sets up the vibe for the rest of wolf pack posts for summer!*
After almost and hour of searching, Scott, Theo, and Liam finally find an entrance to the old bunker that Warren was using. "Remember....Stiles couldn't find Derek so theres a good chance he's in here and under Warren's control. Be cautious and do what you need to for survival!" Scott whispers as the trio enters.
"Warren? WARREN!!" Scotts roar echoes as he enters the metal entrance to the bunker. Scott walks through until he sees open doors on the left and right leading to separate rooms . "Theo and Liam, you go right!" Scott orders before going left. "Well well well....the alpha has finally shown up!" Warren laughs, watching Scott walk slowly deep into the room, having hid beside the entrance and now bolting the door shut. "Shall we begin your fall from grace?"
"Fall from grace? I think whatever experiments you have been doing, replicating Liams knock out level farts and Theo's hypno farts has gotten to your head! This ends now! Give up whatever you are doing and leave Beacon Hills for good!" Scott says sternly as he watches Warren close off the exit, only an open square on the door with bars providing sight and audio of the outside world.
Warren throws his head back with a booming laugh, the sound bouncing off the reinforced concrete walls. "Leave? Scott, I'm just getting started. I've spent weeks perfecting this concoction. Liam's explosive potency mixed with Theo's psychological manipulation... it's the perfect weapon against your kind." He flexes his shoulders, his massive frame dwarfing the space as he struts toward Scott. "You think you're in control? You think that Alpha title means anything here?"
Warren stops just inches from Scott, staring at him with a cocky grin. The air in the bunker already feels heavy, thick with the chemical tang of the wolfsbane laced serums he's been brewing. "You're not here to bargain with me Scott. You're here to become my puppet." Without warning, Warren pivots, presenting his muscular backside toward the werewolf. His hips sway deliberately as he braces himself, the fabric of his athletic gear straining against his build.
"Time to take a deep breath, Alpha," Warren sneers, his muscles tensing. "This is going to change everything about how you see the world and how you see me." With a grunt of effort, he releases a concentrated, pressurized burst. The cloud that emerges is stinking and reeks of potent wolfsbane mixed with an overwhelming, musky stench that cuts through the air like a knife. "Inhale it! Let the serum work its magic on that stubborn brain of yours!"
Almost immediately Scott feels his mind start to struggle, his knees weaken, and his vision close in. Getting a grip on himself, his eyes glow a deep red as he kicks into alpha mode and tackles Warren to the ground. "It's going to take more than that to beat me Warren!"
Warren grunts as Scott's superior strength slams him into the concrete floor, but the athletic hunter doesn't show fear only predatory excitement. Even pinned beneath the Alpha's weight, Warren manages to twist his hips, forcing another wolfsbane laced cloud directly into Scott's face. "Oh, you think brute force matters?" Warren pants, his cocky smirk widening as he sees Scott's pupils dilate uncontrollably. "The serum doesn't care how hard you hit; it cares what you breathe."
Scott coughs violently, his claws digging into Warren's shoulders, but the wolfsbane is already burning through his supernatural defenses. The hybrid concoction hits his bloodstream like lightning, twisting his thoughts. The hypnotic properties of Theo's part of the serum begin to override his Alpha instincts, turning his anger into a confused, terrifying haze. The room spins as Scott's grip loosens, his breathing becoming shallow and desperate as he inhales more of the toxic, musky vapor.
"That's it... let the haze take over," Warren murmurs, using his superior muscular bulk to pin Scott's wrists against the floor. The Alpha's red eyes flicker and fade, replaced by a glassy, distant stare. The defiance drains from Scott's face as the conditioning takes hold. "Now Scott... tell me who owns you." Warren grins triumphantly, watching as the most powerful werewolf in Beacon Hills begins to break under the power of his enhanced scent.
....on the other side of the bunker
As Liam and Theo burst through the heavy steel door on the right, their muscles tensed for a fight. The corridor reeks of that same sickly sweet and musky scent of Warren's goons. "What's going " Liam starts, but the words die in his throat when a shadow emerges from the darkness of the alcove ahead.
Derek Hale steps into the dim light in his signature black muscle fit t-shirt, but something is horribly wrong. His usual brooding intensity has been replaced by a hollow, vacant expression. His eyes aren't glowing with anger or protection; they are wide, glassy, and fixed on nothing at all. His shoulders hang slack, and his movements are mechanical, almost puppet like.
"Derek?" Theo asks, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper as his claws extend. "What did he do to you?" Without warning, Derek lunges. There is no hesitation in his strike, no supernatural warning just the raw, conditioned speed of a predator that has been reprogrammed. He crashes into Liam before the younger werewolf can react, pinning him against the concrete wall with terrifying precision.
"Get off him!" Theo snarls, moving to intervene, but Derek spins with unnatural fluidity, catching Theo off guard. Derek's strength feels different not fueled by rage, but by an eerie, mindless obedience. Derek throws Theo against the wall beside Liam. Slowly he raises his arms, revealing his hairy unwashed armpits with a purple tint of wolfsbane. Before the boys can react, Derek dashes forward and pins their faces between the cold wall and his pits, Theos face in the right one and Liams in the left one.
Derek inhales sharply as if drawing strength from his own hollow compliance, then deliberately presses his sweat soaked armpits deeper against their faces. The concentrated wolfsbane stench from Derek's skin is overwhelming. Theo struggles, his nose pressed against the coarse hair and toxic musk, but every desperate inhale only drags more of the wolfsbane into his lungs. Liam's claws scrape uselessly against Derek's forearms as his vision begins to blur, the chemical assault breaking down his supernatural resistance faster than any physical blow could. With each scrape, Derek forces more hair to grow until Liams entire face is enveloped in armpit hair.
"Resistance is pointless," Derek's voice comes out as a flat, monotone drone, devoid of any emotion. "Warren's will is absolute." The two betas slump against the wall, slowly lowering with their struggles weakening as the pure wolfsbane and sweat combo drains their energy.
"Li...Liam....remember that thing I told you never to do unless in an emergency? Well now it's an emergency!" Theo chokes on the wolfsbane tainted armpit funk of Derek. Liam gets the hint and slowly builds a fatal concentration of gas in his gut. While usually his enhanced farts could only weaken other people, as he built up his anger he could possibly knock people out cold.
Liam grinds his teeth, channeling every ounce of his rage and supernatural fury into his digestive system. His abdominal muscles coil like snakes as he forces the buildup downward. With a desperate, guttural snarl, he releases a thunderous, earth shaking fart that swiftly fills the small claustrophobic room. The force of the explosive fart sends a shockwave through the small corridor, the toxic air thick enough to taste.
The sheer potency of Liam's enhanced gas, supercharged by his anger, is enough to knock even Derek out cold. Unfortunately it also takes Liam out, the beta not strong enough to resist his own blackout farts. The only survivor is Theo who was smart enought to press his nose deep into Derek's pit, trading discomfort and humiliation for consciousness. With Derek neutralized and unable to attack, Theo goes to check up on Scott on the other side of the Bunker where the alpha has gained the upper hand.
Scott, gasping for air through the haze of Warren's initial attack, manages to seize control of his breathing. His wolf instincts flare, turning his panic into a desperate counterattack. "You think you can beat me like the others?" Scott snarls, his voice hoarse from inhaling the toxic fumes.
Seizing a moment of Warren's cockiness, Scott rolls beneath the athlete's massive frame, using his enhanced werewolf strength to flip the larger boy onto his back. Before Warren can react, Scott positions himself directly over Warren's head. With a guttural growl of defiance, Scott releases several rapid fire, concentrated bursts of gas directly into Warren's face. The potency of an Alpha's digestive system, fueled by adrenaline and rage, hits Warren with force.
Warren shakes, coughing violently as the overwhelming musk burns his nostrils and makes his head swim. "Fuck!... you... bastard!" Warren wheezes, his vision blurring as the concentrated stench overwhelms his senses, momentarily neutralizing the hypnotic advantage he held. The power dynamic shifts violently as the two muscular predators struggle for dominance in the toxic fog.
Outside the door, Theo now arrives and presses his face against the barred gap, his lungs still burning from Derek's armpit assault. His eyes widen as he witnesses the carnage through the narrow opening. He watches Scott pinning the cocky lacrosse player down, the two of them locked in a brutal, stinking battle of wills. Theo knows he can't intervene yet as his own strength is depleted from Derek's attack.
The momentary lapse in Warren's dominance leaves him vulnerable, gasping for breath as the Scott's counterattack takes hold. "This... isn't over..." Warren manages to choke out between coughs, but his usual cocky bravado is visibly cracking. Scott looms over him, chest heaving. "You wanted to play with supernatural forces, Warren? Well, now you're drowning in them."
With a snarl of pure Alpha fury, Scott positions himself directly over Warren's face, tearing away the fabric of his pants to expose his powerful, tan, hairy backside. "Let's see how you handle real Alpha power!" Scott roars. He braces his muscular thighs and unleashes a devastating, thunderous barrage of concentrated gas directly into Warren's nostrils. The force of the blast sends an almost visible cloud of musky vapor swirling around Warren's head, overwhelming the hunters remaining senses.
Warren's cocky smirk vanishes completely, replaced by a look of pure terror as his eyes roll back. The concentrated stench of the Alpha's fury crashes into his lungs. His body convulses beneath Scott's weight, his muscles spasming as the overwhelming odor short circuits his brain. "No... stop... I can't... breathe..." Warren chokes out, his voice breaking as he loses all sense of dominance.
Theo watches through the bars, horrified yet mesmerized by the raw display of supernatural dominance. The bunker fills with an atmosphere so thick with musk and pheromones that even watching through the gap feels suffocating. Scott doesn't relent, continuing to pin the massive lacrosse player down, using every ounce of his Alpha authority to reassert control through the weaponized stench. The power dynamic has completely inverted; the hunter has become the prey, drowning in the very essence of the wolf he tried to subjugate.
Just as it seems that Scott has ended Warren, the cunning hunter grasps a small vial of Kanima venom hidden under a close bench. Eyesight blocked by Scott's stinking ass, he is careful while opening it and pours just enough onto Scott's exposed thigh without risking it dripping onto his own body. Slowly Scort feels his body weaken and stiffen from the paralyzing venom. Warren starts laughing even while under the Alpha ass, quickly pushing the immobalised Scott off his face and flat onto the cold ground.
The paralysis spreads like ice through Scott's veins, locking his muscles in place just as the venom takes hold. His claws scrape helplessly against the concrete, unable to find grip as his body betrays him. "Look at you now, Alpha," Warren sneers, scrambling to his feet. His cocky demeanor returns with a vengeance, though he's still wheezing from the onslaught of Scott's assault. "One little drop of venom and your precious authority, your alpha farts, your strength, all means nothing."
Warren towers over the immobilized werewolf, a twisted grin spreading across his face. The lacrosse player's muscular frame dominates the space, casting a long shadow over Scott's helpless form. "You thought you could win by playing dirty? That's my game." He reaches down, grabbing Scott by the hair and forcing his head up. "But you forgot one thing: I'm stronger, I'm faster, and now, I'm the only one who can move."
Through the barred gap, Theo watches in silent horror. He can see the way Scott's eyes dart frantically, full of rage but trapped behind a frozen mask. Warren isn't finished; he wants to complete the ritual he started. He turns his back to Scott once more, deliberately positioning his massive frame above the paralyzed Alpha. "Since you like using your scent so much, let's see how you handle mine when you can't even turn away." With a cruel laugh, Warren prepares to deliver the final, hypnotic blow, ensuring Scott remains his subordinate forever. The frozen Alpha can only watch in horror as Warren's bare ass descends upon his face.
The muscular athlete lowers himself onto Scott's face, pressing his bare, powerful ass directly against the Alpha's nose and mouth. "Submit to your new master, Scott!" Warren roars, his cocky confidence returning tenfold as he feels the helplessness of the wolf beneath him. With a deliberate tensing of his glutes, Warren releases a devastatingly potent cloud of wolfsbane laced, hypnotic gas. This isn't just a fart for the two of them, it's a weaponized explosion of concentrated serum and musk designed to shatter Scott's remaining willpower.
The thick, toxic vapor floods Scott's lungs, bypassing his ability to turn away or fight back. The hypnotic properties of the Theo inspired concoction immediately begin to rewire Scott's brain, twisting his righteous fury into a foggy, syrupy haze of obedience. His eyes, once burning red with Alpha defiance, begin to glaze over, losing their spark as the chemical cocktail seeps into his nervous system.
Theo watches through the bars, his own breath shallow as he witnesses the complete subjugation of the pack leader. He sees Scott's jaw slacken as the hypnotic fumes take hold, his body going limp against the concrete. Warren's triumphant laughter echoes through the bunker as he realizes his plan has succeeded. The Alpha of Beacon Hills is no longer a protector; he is a puppet, waiting for the next command from the cocky lacrosse player who now holds his leash through the power of his intoxicating, venomous stench. With no tine to spare, Theo strains his arms to reach between the bars and unlock the bolt on the inside.
Theo's fingers scramble against the heavy bolt, his muscles screaming as he forces the mechanism to slide open. The door swings wide, and the toxic cloud rolls out like a living thing, thick with wolfsbane and musky pheromones. Theo doesn't hesitate; he knows Warren is still recovering from Scott's assault, his defenses lowered by the Alpha's own stinking retaliation.
Theo strides in, ignoring the dizzying haze that threatens to overwhelm him. He sees Warren straddling the paralyzed Scott, the athlete's cocky grin still plastered on his face. "You think you're the only one who can play god with a scent?" Theo snarls, stepping directly in front of Warren and pulling down his black shorts to unveil his ass. "You thought you could replicate my greatness? Lets see if you still think your serum can match my power!" A wet fart immediately rips through the small space between Theos bare hole and Warren's face. Without any hesitation Theos reaches back and grabs Warren's head to pull his nose deep into the farting ass. the feeling of the thick rough nose against his farting hole drives him into a feral pleasure, eyes lighting up yellow and boner growing by the second all while Warren was helpless and Scott was still huffing on farts.
"Warren....tell me....where is the dread doctor book you are using? And where is the rest of your serum from my blood?" Theo lets Warren pull his face out from his warm and pale ass cheeks. "In that locker over there...second drawer!" Warren replies, now in a hypnotic daze. Theo walks over and opens the drawer, taking on of the vials of serum and drinking it before returning to Warren's face and farting again. "You will leave Beacon Hills....you will never approach any of the pack again...and you will forget all about the supernatural! Tell Lord Theo you understand!" Theo gags Warren with another wet fart.
"I will leave Beacon Hills, I will never approach the pack again, and I will forget about the supernatural as you demand Lord Theo!" Warren groans, knowing he should fight, but unable to resist the strength of Theo’s natural hypno. "Now get out of here!" Theo slaps Warren's face, giving the packs most devious opponent essentially a free out. No real consequences, no humiliation.
Now it is just Theo and Scott. The weakened alpha, barely able to think, staring dazed up to Theo like a silent cry for help. Theo looking over his shoulder, debating whether he should help his friend and alpha, or give in to his more sinister ideas. A few weeks ago the answer was obvious. But after being able to let loose on the goon at Liams house reawakened a dark kinky side in him.
...back with Liam and Derek
"Ugh...fuck...that really REALLY stinks!" Derek groans, grabbing his banging head as he reawakens from Liams gas induced black out. The fart broke through Warren's weak hypnosis and brought Derek back to reality. "Uhm...Liam, sorry about.." "Its all good!" Liam says getting off the floor. The two get their heads straight and immediately go to help Scott and Theo against Warren.
"Theo? Scott?" Liam shouts, running into the room and immediately getting hit with a wall of the mixed farts and stinks. "Where's Warren? Did he do this?" Derek asks. The two come in to the sight of Scott being unconscious and Theo pulling a door in the far corner open. "Ye...yeah he unfortunately got Scott. But I hypnoed him into never coming back." Theo grunts as the heavy door finally opens to reveal a small utility room where Jackson has been for the last 2 weeks, Warren farming Kanima venom from him.
"Scott should be fine when he awakens tomorrow! I stopped Warren from getting a hypno command out! Derek you take Jackson here home with you, Liam and I can take Scott!" Theo says, taking a leadership role. No one questions him, Liam moving to help lift Scott's unconscious body off the floor and Derek calling Stiles to bring the jeep for him and Jackson. "Here's to never dealing with a hunter like that again!" Theo chuckles on the way out.
Later that night, after everyone had washed up and went to sleep after a long couple of weeks stressing, Theo sneaks out to go back to the bunker. With his flashlight in hand he searches, picking up any serum left behind and going to the locker again to grab the Dread Doctors book as he thinks back to farting on the weakened Scott earlier and putting him to sleep. Briefly flipping through the old damaged book he comes to a page Warren had marked in red. Theo looks in shock as he realizes is is a page dedicated to him.
"Subject : Theo Raeken : Chimera injected with experimental hypnosis compound enabling Subject to 'charm' people with flatulence. Base level allows for limited control of abilities. If Subject were to take on the role of Alpha, abilities may be enhanced to limitless capabilities. Continued exposure to subjects hypnosis over period of time can result in complete obedience and submission."
How could you have let your life get to this point. A few months ago you were on the football team, friends with all the players, and a great player. But now? Now you were just demoted to water boy as the previous one, Gabriel, beat you in the mid-season try outs the College held to ensure the best players were always on the team. Last time you had barely beat him for the final spot on the team, and this time around your fates were reversed. Unfortunately for you he was well aware of how you beat him previously. Contaminating his water with laxatives to ensure he was unable to focus.
Now as you and him were in the locker room after the verdict, he would exact his revenge for costing him months of not playing. "Good playing out there!" You reach to shake his hand as he finsihes stripping off his training gear off. "Nah ah! I know what you did last time round...with the laxitive!" He watches in satisfaction as your face goes a ghostly white. "Yeah...thats what I thought! Now why don't you kneel and bow to me for forgiveness? Or maybe I will end up showing the team how you managed to get in with them!"
"Gabri..." you try speak up as he has you kneeling and bowing on the floor. "Shut it! Lick my perfect sweaty sole!" He demands, lifting his right foot up slightly and giving you the middle finger as you weakly shuffle forward on your knees to start obeying. You flinch at the taste but are too scared to back away so you just try your best to limit your gagging. As if to tease you, he opens a bottle of water and pours it down his leg so the water drips down over his foot and toes, right into your mouth in a mixture of sweat. "Thats my last serving of water to you as water boy! Now kneel up straight and put that little cheating face of yours in my ass!" His words are terrifying. The once unspoken and kind water boy now turned mean jock and dom. "Bu...but you haven't washed..." you choke on the sweaty water still costing your tongue. "And? Do I need to remind you that I have cctv footage of you outside the changing room, messing with my water? If say...the principal saw that....what do you think would happen?" Gabriel can't even hide the joy in his voice. After months of holding onto the footage, waiting to try out again and beat you fairly, it felt good to be in control of your destiny. Slowly you raise your defeated body and soul up straight to meet the warm sweaty fabric of his black Calvin's. The smell was already warm and funky from his workout. With a slow motion, Gabriel reaches around and grabs the back of your head, "Since you are a fan of laxatives this shouldn't be too bad for you!" A wet suffocating fart splutters out and forms a cloud of stink around your face. You risk inhaling but immediately stop and try squirm when the stink enters your nostrils. Holding you more firmly in place to accept his fart, Gabriel delivers a soul crushing statement. "May you embrace your new reality and role on this team! Maybe at the next try outs you can escape right?"
You had just spent the day watching, waiting as your sisters boyfriend had fueled up on protein shakes, eggs, and fibre bars. He had caught you eating his specially ordered chocolate cake a few nights ago, just smirking as he let you devour it bit by bit. Afterwards he just said that there would plenty more cake to taste in time.
Fast forward to now. You are on your knees in the bathroom, watching him text on his phone. The stench coming from his hairy ass turning your stomach and making your eyes water already. "Okay boy, time for a very important lesson! I've text your sister to let her know we are having a little gaming night tonight, so she is staying at a friends place. You may be an adult by age, but clearly you don't know how to act like one, stealing another man's food. So here you are!" He slaps his ass, the cheeks jiggling in the jockstrap as the sharp sound echoed in the small tiled room. "All the cake you could possibly need! Face in, tongue out, and get to eating! The longer you take, the more you will get gassed, and best believe I already feel the rumbles! He snaps his fingers and goes on call to his friends as the evening of ass eating begins.
You sat on the expensive bed, unable to move as the captain tied you up tight. This was a seasonal punishment, only carried out after the final each season against the least valuable player. This season that was you. Missing practice and a few games was pretty much gaurenteed to make you least valuable, but you had never dreamed of what would happen, most recipients only ever saying it was a wake up call to improve.
"Such a good shoe sniffer! Hows my foot funk? A full seasons worth of it in that shoe! Runs every night, gym, practice, it has been on my foot during all of it for the past few months!" His words tortured you as much as the eye watering scent. Alas there was no way to resist, reduced to a immobilized shoe sniffer until his scent was baked into your nostrils and lungs. "Last years least valuable player said he could smell my feet for weeks! And that was with a shoe I only owned for a month! So don't worry about taking big deep proud inhales for your captain! You'll be smelling me for months!"
"Man please don't....I won't tell anyone please! Not again!" Those are the last words you get out before Peter Parker shoots his webbing on your lips, removing your ability to speak, but more importantly, making it so you can only breath through your nose. You try your best at the web restraints that held your legs against the floor, your wrists against the side of the chair, and your neck against the edge of the cushion. It was all useless as he lowered, using his suit covered ass to push your head back flat against the cushion of the chair, already indented a little from the last 3 days. Peter had asked you if you would let him try sitting on your face to see if you both like it. You did until the sweat and farts started, but he clearly loved it. So much so that when you tried to tap out he webbed you in place and started farting up your nose. Now it was day 4 and he showed no intention of slowing down on his new addiction.
"After a long day out fighting crime there is nothing like a comfortable seat and the feeling of a nose in my ass!" Peter laughs as he lets rip on your face. It's a swift deadly blast that stinks so much you kick and break through his ankle webbing a little giving you a brief moment of hope. "Finally you break it....after days!" He grunts with another fart as he shoots new webbing onto the broken part. "Good as new! Should last the rest of the week!" Peter laughs at his own sadistic statements and grinds down hard, letting the sweat in the fabric of his suits hydrate your dry skin as your nostrils only intale the gas of your friend turned Dom. Slowly you stop any form of movement and resistance, accepting you are just an object for him to sit on and pump full of gas. The person who was a hero to many was now the only person you would make contact with again.
You close your eyes as the sound of his fart fills your ears. For the last hour you were eagerly sniffing the stinking air while you kneeled at his bedside hoping he would not wake up for a few more hours. "Thank you Master" you whisper, slightly gagging on the fart that was undoubtedly the product of the eggs he ate last night. He was luch gassier in his sleep, but you didn't care though, each fart induced gag was an honour in your eyes. Afterall no other sub would ever be in this position. Things just lined up perfectly, you were looking to serve, and he was traveling to your city but didn't want to pay extortionate hotel prices. Naturally you offered your place. His only condition was that you were not to look at his face without him wearing his dom mask. Now here you are, kneeling at the side of your guest bed sniffing your masters farts in your own home.
*Early Dirty Desires post for the weekend :) Flagged on the main in drafts*
The Wolf Pack : Hunted : Part 3 Clouded Judgements
"We've got a problem! Warren from Davenford lacrosse team is a Hunter, but somehow much more dangerous than the rest. Get to Liams as soon as possible!" Derek reads the message outloud from atop of Stiles face, the weak hands trying to push him off. "Guess I gotta get off now anyways you little seat!" As soon as he lifts off Stiles gasps for air and rubs the loose ass hairs from his face. "New record right? I survived two full minutes of no air or farts!" Stiles laughs between inhales as the pair get dressed. "Nah ah!" Derek groans as Stiles reaches for his phone. "I don't care about circumstances, you ignored me last week so your phone ban lasts all this week! That was the deal!" Stiles can only sulk a little before setting the phone down and leaving the with Derek.
.....two hours later in Liams house
"Okay from what Liam and Theo have been able to figure out, Warren is trying to replicate our supernatural strengths without actually becoming supernatural. One of his goons took a vial of something, and was then able to fart at the power of Liam. Now they have Theo's blood and are likely working on a hypno focused type serum. We can't really do anything until we figure out where Warren is, and how he is using our blood to create these temporary powers. Until then, stick together, and watch out. Derek...don't get cocky, just stay safe!" Scott briefs the group. "Don't worry I'll be fine, I've been doing this a lot longer than you Scott!" Derek laughs a little to lighten the low mood.
Scott stays with Liam and Theo to wait incase the goons come back. Derek and Stiles leave the house and decide to head back home for the night, using the short way through the nearby alleyway, but as they make it half way through Derek picks up on the scent of someone. "Stiles...go left through the gate there and loop back to house. Someone is here, its the same scent as Liams house. Warn the others!" Stiles knew better than to question Derek so he headed off. Within a few minutes, the shadow of one of Warren's goons casts over Derek from behind. "Good to finally meet you!"
Derek turns slowly and cautiously, slowly slipping out his claws. However this hunter is much smarter than those Derek previously encountered, a fact that allows him to take advantage of Derek's overconfidence. Just as Derek could see his target, a fistful of wolfsbane dust is thrown, using the wind direction to blow it perfectly into Dereks face. "F....damn..." Derek starts coughing and blinking rapidly, the wolfsbane taking effect immediately. The goon doesn't stop there as he reaches into his sweatpants pocket and grabs another small handful to throw into Derek's mouth before kicking his weakened body to the ground.
With Derek on the ground and exposed to wolfsbane, the goon had a clear shot at trying out the hypno serum. He sprinkles the last of the wolfsbane of Derek's head, the beefy man coughing and struggling to keep his eyes open as his attacker takes one of the two test serums and starts to squat over his face. "Don't try to resist this big man, it's a hopeless action!" Derek rubs his eyes and barely makes out the two round cheeks descending before his face is consumed. Already he is feeling humiliated, having a younger man's ass on his face, dominating and degrading him. Slowly a fart rips out, sounding like a muffled chainsaw starting. In any other scenario Derek would hold his breathe, but with the wolfbane limiting his oxygen already, he was forced to endure the stinking smell as he inhaled rapidly.
"Sniff my ass and say thank you!" The goon laughs, sadistic glee echoing in the alley. "Fu...fuck you!" Derek coughs. He recieves a reply in form of another stinking fart on his face. "Fuck...fuck you!" Derek rages, trying to get off the ground but the goon just kicks Derek's arms down while stripping the black sweatpants from his ass to fart a third time. He settles down onto Derek's face, feeling the nose slot against his hole and rapidly inhale and exhale. "Fuck your beard tickles....now....Kiss my hole and call me daddy!" The goon can barely contain his laughter that echoed even above the booming third fart. The seconds pass, the gas lingers, and Derek's nose takes in the fart. Just as the goon is about to rise off, Derek's plump lips Kiss his hole. "Th....thank...you...Daddy!" Derek whimpers, mentally trying to fight it but the wolfbane and hypno worked together to destroy his resistance. The goon lifts off, dragging Derek and resting the destroyed man against a dumpster before texting Warren. "Hypno serum is a success! On my way to the house to help distract the pack as you finish up the final product!"
....back at Liams house
Theo and Liam had been upstairs since Stiles and Derek left, wanting some alone time after the sudden attack earlier. Scott remained in the living room, thinking and waiting, cautious of another attack on his pack. In a panic he jumps of the couch as Stiles rushes in the front door. "Derek said they are nearby! He caught the scent of one in the alleyway and told me to run here to tell you!" Stiles pants, having run for almost fifteen minutes straight. "And where is Derek now?" Scott asks with worry. Before Stiles can answer there is a bang upstairs and Scott bolts up. Pushing through the door with clear concern, "Theo? Liam?" Then his face relaxes as he sees the two sitting on the bed, Liam massaging Theo's back muscles. "Fuck it still stinks up here!" Scott grunts with a gag and light cough. "That's why the windows is still open genius!" Theo laughs with a smirk, pointing to the window and the cup that the wind blew onto the floor. "Don't get too distracted okay? Stiles came back and said the hunters are nearby!"
"You got it princess!" Theo chuckles again as Scott walks out and closes the door, knowing the nickname annoyed him. Scott takes a deep breath and walks slowly down the wooden stairs, trying to relax a little. Then his nose starts to twitch, the more he descended, the stronger the stench got. Slowly as he makes it down onto the final few steps and the upstairs wall stops blocking his vision, he sees Stiles kicking the floor. "Night night smart ass!" The deep voice is followed by a bassy fart and Stiles goes limp. The goon looks up at Scott as he approaches, both men coming face to face.
"Where is Warren?" Scott remains as calm as possible while the goon walks to within a few inches of him. "Scott McCall....the might...true Alpha! Lets see your power!" The man pounces onto Scott and tries to pin him to the floor, overconfident from taking out both Theo earlier and now Stiles. "Give....up....Scott...Derek has probablyalready been dealt with by now and he is much more man than you!" He whispers into Scott's ear, the two of them stomach to stomach, face to face. With his pack in danger, Scott doesn't care about playing fair. He pushes his knee up into the mans crotch at full force and flips their body's over. During the shuffle Scott feels a syringe in the pocket of his attacker. "Oh I like the look of this!" Scott grins, showing off the syringe of kanima venom he pulled out from the pocket. "Wait...don...." Scott ignores the plees and squirts the venom out of the syringe onto the mans exposed forearm and watches as he tries to move through the quick acting paralysis.
"Not so nice is it? The lack of self control, the removal of your movement?" Scott chuckles darkly, standing over the immobalised mans face and puliing his shorts and underwear down. "You think Alpha is just a title? Nah, there is a reason people respect me, and others fear me!" The goon whimpers a little, unable to move, finally experiencing what Liam and Theo were put through. Scott squats down and reaches below to grip the mans jaw, forcing his face to stay completely upright. The smell was already eye watering, the layers of dry sweat darkening the skin around Scott's already tan hole. "When...did you last wash...jesus!" The goon chokes on the thick stench. "I haven't washed since Liam was attacked, I wanted to make sure the people who carried out such a despicable act got to face equel consequences! Now face up! You don't get to avoid my alpha ass!" Scott lowers fully. The hairy tan skin makes contact and Scott wastes no time. A massive eggy rip makes the mans paralyzed body shake in place, muffled cries and gags being music to Scott's ears. "You ready to talk? Where is Warren?"Scott's voice echoes in the room but the man has no intention on breaking. "Have it your way then!" Scott's hand reaches under his ass to squeeze his victims nose shut tight. "You are going to need to open your mouth at some point, and best believe that when that happens I will unload all my nasty alpha gas right down your throat!"
A few minutes later the inevitable happens and Scott feels the mouth under his hole open up and gasp for air. Immediately he slams down full weight to trap the jaw open and fart straight down the mans throat. Scott's alpha gas taste so bad it makes the body below him shake even throigh the kanima venom paralysis. Tasting like pure sewage, the stink of the depths of Scott's bowels,
Meanwhile upstairs, Liam and Theo overpower the second thug that tried to sneak in through the bedroom window right after Scott walked out and get him flat onto the bed. Theo feels two vials in the pocket and he reaches in while Liam is distracted. There was one full vial and one empty from hypnotizing Derek. "You thought you could overpower me and humiliate me without consequence? So stupid!" Theo taunts in a whisper to the mans ear before mounting up onto his chest. With Liam moving to hold down the mans arms hanging off the bottom of the bed there was no escape. He can only stare up at Theo as he feels the sweaty and warm buldge resting on his face start to grow. "You look so pathetic down there! I'm getting hard just thinking of what I am about to do! You ready?" Theo grins and the man catches a flash of yellow in his eyes before feeling Theo shift forward amd the black lycra shorts slide over his vision fully.
Liam watches closely only a few inches from Theo, at how Theo grinds his ass into the mans face, smothering him and taunting the supposedly strong man that had helped ambush him in the shower. "Not...so...fucking...strong....now!" Theo grunts, each word on beat with a bounce of his ass. Liam had to look away briefly to stop cumming on the spot. Feeling the fight from the man weaken, Theo slightly rises off onto his knees to strip the lycra shorts down along with his black underwear, then sit straight onto the mans nose. Theo's gas hisses out with precision and shoots up his victims nostrils for minutes on end. Silent but deadly, the only indication to Liam was that Theo's boner was pulsing with each little push he give. Once again Theo rises slightly. "Tell Liam you are sorry, that you are just a submissive little bitch who will do anything a stronger man tells you to do. Then tell me, Lord Theo, how much you love my ass!"
"I am sorry Liam. I am just a submissive little bitch who will do anything a stronger man tells me to do. I love your ass so much Lord Theo. It is perfection and deserves to be treated as such!" The words just push Theo's ego further. He farts again onto the mans nose. "Beg me to feed you my farts!" Theo roars as he watches the mentally incapacitated man sniff at the lingering fart before Liam speaks up. "Theo, you know we need the location of Warren and what he plans, don't waste all your hypno..." He is cut off by the goons submission. "Please Lord Theo. Feed me your farts. Feed me your dirty farts like the weak bitch I am!" Once again Theo gets a rush of adrenaline and satisfaction. He looks Liam in the eyes with his irises now and strong yellow. In Liam's mind he is hopeful Theo will think of the greater good and the benefit to the pack. With a half smirk Theo makes his final command, straining the lengths of his hypnosis to the max.
"Then stop breathing through your nose. You don't need a nose anymore. Open that fart swallowing mouth of yours and keep it open fully!" The goon does as commanded, dropping his jaw open as Liam drops his head in disappointment for a moment, Theo choosing his dominance over the more beneficial route. Liam only raises his head again once the sound of farts echoing down a throat turn him on, even knowing this isn't for the best he can't help but find the more sinister version of Theo hot. "Think you can ambush my boyfriend?" A fart rumbles into the wide open jaw below. "Think you can sit on my face and get away with it?" Another one flows out, more eggy this time and making the 'willing' recipients body shake in disgust. Theo snaps his fingers at Liam then points down at his throbbing torture fueled boner. Without any words being spoken, Liam gets to sucking, flinching each time he felt or heard a fart out of habit of being on the recieveing end many times.
"The...Theo...what will Scott say about you doing this?" Liams words break Theo's zoned out dom session. He feels the grip of Theo's hand in his hair before being pulled gently off his dick. "Questioning my actions? Thought I trained you better!" Theo tuts as he pushes Liam to the side, rises off the goons face with a wet squelch, and flips over. Still unable to resist the command of keeping his jaw open, the goon is forced to keep his mouth wide open as Theo slams down and causes him to deep throat him sd he blows his load. "Fuck it's been too long....too long since I let loose! Liam! Baby! Tongue in my hole, I have one final fart!" Liam does as asked, reaching for Theos cheeks to spread then and stick his tongue in as Theo continued to gently thrust. "Good boy!" The fart coats Liams tongue within seconds and forces him to gag, but he knew better than to retract his tongue. "Liam...you will not speak a word or this to anyone! If Scott asks, I tried to get info but this weak bitch didn't know anything!" Another sudden fart seals the deal and Liam nods his head, hypnotized by the last of Theos power.
The two finish up, Liam making sure their victim was knocked out cold on the bed as Theo went into the ensuite to clean up. In reality Theo went into the toilet to flush away the vial of hypno serum he secretly took earlier. It proved to enhance his hypno capability, pushing from the usual 1 or 2 commands up to 4, allowing him to fully let loose and then keep Liam from mouthing off to Scott. For now he was satisfied. He got vengeance and let out his more devious side.
Theo and Liam rush walk downstairs just as Stiles was coming around. "You guys okay? Did the other guy try to get you again?" Scott asks, stepping over the unconscious body on Liams living room floor, face bright red and covered in some ass hair. "He was no match for us though! No info unfortunately!" Theo informs Scott, looking over at Liam and seeing him nod his head in agreement with the statement. "Same here, this one thought he could actually take me!" Scott laughs, kicking the goons body. Suddenly Scott's phone rings with a unknown number. "Hello....who is this?" He asks. "Who else would it be?" Warren's chuckles. "Hope Derek doesn't go crazy after having his face used. Now I'm giving you an out! All wolves our of lacrosse AND I want you to send my friends back with a sample of your blood! Or, I just make you my little bitch and force you to do thsoe things anyways! Your choice!" The phone hangs up but Scott hears the sound of motorcycles in the background before it cuts out. "I know where Warren is....he's at the abandoned bunker in the woods near the biker meet up point!" Scott smiles a little. "Let's find Derek and make a plan of attack!"
TheStinkverse Crossovers : Leave a mark (Mini follow-up)
"You watching bitch? Watching what your boyfriend pays me to do to him?" Master Bruce asks with glee in his voice, walking away from his phone towards Paxton laying out flat on the bed. "Please....let me sniff a fart Master," Paxton whimpers, having been destroyed over the last sixty minutes. He stares up at Master Bruce's ass, the perfect cheeks eclipsing his face in the black gym shorts. "Sniff? No! Open your mouth! You fart in people's mouths, so its only fair you take what you dish out!" The laughs fill the room as the massive man watches Paxton slowly give in and open his mouth.
Now looking at the camera, Master Bruce slowly lowers onto Paxtons face. He flexes his arms and kissed his biceps mid descent until he feels his seat trapped in the void of his ass with his arms trapped under the meaty thighs. "Fuck yeah swallow that fart!" Paxton's body shakes a little at the force and taste of the fart, not being used to recieveing his own torture technique yet being moments from flooding his pants with cum. "Keep watching Mark....watch as you pathetic boyfriend struggles under me, swallows my farts, and gets suffocated. Clearly you aren't satisfying all his needs, so he comes to a REAL man, a REAL alpha, with a REAL godly ass! I feel him fading, going to sleep under my ass where he belongs, while his mouth fills with my farts and his pants fill with his cum!" As Paxton fades to unconscious, Master Bruce walks back over to his phone, then lowers it to his ass and farts. "You better be on your knees at home watching this and saying your pledge bitch! See you next month to bruise that nose of yours again!"
* Since there is no Twitter posts until my acount is sorted, and you all loved the crossover last week, here is a mini extra :)*
