Boryn Stone
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Sauna Towel
🕑 Added 2023-09-21 18:37:29 +0000 UTCYou were at the gym when you walked into the sauna, finding another man there. You tried not to look, but you couldn't help but notice he didn't even have a towel, nothing covering a good six inches of thick dick coming from his hirsute body. You barely nodded as you sat down, trying not to pay attention to him. You couldn't ignore the smell of the air saturated with his scent however, humid from the thick musk dripping from his body.
You felt your mind going numb as you breathed it in, a dull sense of arousal stirring inside you. You were unable to stop yourself from glancing over at him several times, only to notice his eyes had never left you since you walked in. He shifted his position, spreading his legs wider to make his groin easier to see. "Why don't you come over and get some" He said with a wink. You would have shaken your head no, but something made you stand and approach, responding to his command unaware his scent was controlling you.
You kneeled, lowering your head between his legs before taking his musky tube of meat in your mouth. The drool came easily, his flavor quickly absorbed by the fluid before it draining into you. It was clear he sweat a lot during his workout, his dark curls having soaked in it allowing the perspiration to dry against his body. You only wanted more, your body relaxing on instinct to take his cock more deeply.
His rod made it fully down your throat placing your nose deep in his bush, making his scent heavy in each of your breaths. You could feel his sweat getting onto your skin, sinking into your pores, more and more of it soaking onto your body. There was something innately dominant about it, a quality that made you want to submit, get it all over you, smell like it. The same fuzzy numbness you had felt in your mind was now spreading to your skin. You could feel it growing in your limbs to the point you could almost imagine they weren't there.
The door opened suddenly and you froze, your thoughts immediately flooded in panic. Something made you stay still though, almost like you weren't allowed move. Your nerves stayed calm somehow, despite the situation. The man above you greeted the stranger before the stranger replied hello back, settling on the bench where you had been sitting before. It was as if he hadn't noticed you there, your tongue still wrapped around the cock in your mouth drinking every drop of its sweat.
You didn't know what to do, remaining still, wondering he could have missed you until you heard the new arrival speak.
"Is that your towel on the ground?"
The world felt like it was crashing down as you were reminded of your towel on the floor, requiring you to come back to reality. You were about to lean back and claim it when the man you were lying on answered.
"Nah, some guy before you left that"
You immediately felt confused wondering why he answered for you, making you try to stand and look. Despite your intent, your body didn't respond, staying absolutely still with your face pressing into the hairy groin. You began to panic, wondering why you were paralyzed, having to struggle to think with the fuzzy feeling consuming your head.
You felt the man's damp hand suddenly grab you by the neck, moving your body up around his leg as he repositioned himself on the seat. A fresh wave of sweat flooded over your body, your surface instantly reacting to it pulling it in. You felt the wetness soaking into you until you felt it in your mind. Your consciousness struggled to stay afloat as your thoughts sunk into its depths, bathing in the scent. You had no choice but to stay there as you felt bits of yourself consumed, succumbing to the fumes smothering you.
You had lost all sense of self and time until you felt the body moving under you again, getting up and leaving the room with you in its grasp. You were much heavier, wet with fluid, dangling loosely from his hand until you were tossed into a bin. It was filled with other towels, each with their own unique moisture that you began to absorb into your body. You were now nothing more than cloth, a gym towel with no other purpose than to be used and sweat in. You had no sense of identity other than the scent you got from each man that used you, wiped away after each wash until you were picked up by another man again.
