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Sleep Sock
🕑 Added 2023-09-23 19:37:20 +0000 UTCSam knew there was something off about the smell of his pillow. It had started after his boyfriend had slept over the first time. The smell loosely reminded Sam of them, definitely similar, but it was still somehow distinct, more vulgar.
It was all Sam could smell as he tried to fall asleep, believing it'd go away the next night. Sam thought he was right, not smelling it in his bedroom the next day. At least, until his head hit the pillow again. The smell immediately flooded his head. It seemed to stick to his insides, Sam unable to get it out of his system for the rest of the night.
The rest of the week the smell was there when he was in bed, but Sam was slowly getting used to it. It would be stuck in his head for a bit into the day once he woke up, his thoughts distracted with his mind constantly returning to his bed thinking about sleep. As the weekend drew closer, Sam's focus started returning to his boyfriend, planning to see them Friday.
His boyfriend showed up after Soccer practice, still wearing their gear. As they removed the cleats in Sam's room, Sam couldn't help but recognize the smell suddenly as it hit his nose again, his eyes drawn to the socks.
"Damn your socks smell" Sam asked, intrigued.
"These?" His boyfriend asked, motioning to his feet. "Yeah, they get a little smelly. Sorry about that, I thought you'd be used to it by now since I left my sock here last time."
The realization suddenly dawned on Sam, a small sense of betrayal settling in.
"You left a sock here?" Sam exclaimed.
His boyfriend laughed. "Hah, I think I remember where too" they said, grabbing Sam's pillow.
Sam had checked inside the pillow case earlier that week, but hadn't seen that cushion itself had a zipper. Sam watched his boyfriend undo it, pulling one of his socks out from the stuffing. It could only have been placed there intentionally.
"You like it now though, don't you?" His boyfriend said, suddenly pressing it to Sam's face.
Sam breathed in in shock, realizing his mistake too late. The smell was unfiltered, straight from the source, making him feel suddenly exhausted having gone to sleep in this smell the entire week.
In a moment he was lying on his bed, struggling to stay conscious as his boyfriend loomed over him.
"You can only ever go to sleep with the smell now, can't you?" They said, getting on the bed pinning Sam down. They began smothering Sam with the sock, Sam feeling his consciousness fading just like he'd learned to do for the entire week.
In moments Sam was gone, lovingly breathing in the scent. The culprit shifted their position, setting Sam's head directly on their feet, allowing Sam's mind to soak in its rancid smell. The sock alone was no longer enough after that night, Sam needing to pass out breathing straight from the source. The boyfriend began staying over each night to keep Sam satisfied, Sam's sleep dependent on serving his them each night.
