Boryn Stone
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Obedient Boyfriend (Extended)
🕑 Added 2023-08-15 23:00:03 +0000 UTCYou had been doing a great job of avoiding your ex-boyfriend ever since you left him, surprised you'd had no run-ins yet. At least, until you saw him at the gym you both used to go to. He had been controlling, wanting you to be his submissive boy obeying him without question, stuck next to him as if you were on a leash. You had left him quickly, glad to be out of that situation, hoping for the same as you made it out of the gym.
You thought you were in the clear as you stepped out, filled with relief. As you made it to your car though, you heard his voice from behind you.
You spun around to find him standing there barechested, wiping his sweat with his shirt, panting having chased after you. The hair on his body was drenched and matted, still dripping from his workout. You had your guard up as he approached asking how you'd been, claiming he'd changed, asking if you'd give him another chance.
You were trying to think about a response when your thoughts were knocked aside by his smell, a familiar musk rolling through your head. You were brought back to the nights you spent under him, your bodies releasing moisture into the air driving you both even more wild. There was something off about the scent though, something chemical that you couldn't identify. Something that was making it harder and harder to think.
You felt helpless as he stepped closer, his effect on you even stronger, overpowering you with your mind choking from lack of oxygen. You couldn't stop your body from huffing the air more deeply, his eyes watching you as you lost control of your breathing, his smell filling you up. You hadn't realized your eyes were glazing over, but he saw it, your body going limp as your body grew paralyzed.
He raised his arm above his head, exposing his furry underarm to you. You weren't able to look away, only able to watch as it grew closer and closer until your head fell right into it. Everything was suddenly simpler as you felt the curls on your nose. Your thoughts blinked from existence as his musk cascaded into your body, wiping away any resistance to his suggestions.
You opened your eyes, your body exhausted, the smell of his body still present in your head. Your entire body felt sore soaked in dried sweat, your nerves shot. It took you moments to realize a used jock was wrapped around your nose, each second breathing more and more of its dampness into your lungs. The flavor had already gone stale, your system already having soaked it in.
Images came flashing back to you of what happened after your ex had approached. His musk had made your mind numb, dependent, forcing you to obediently follow him back into the gym where you finished your workout with him. You had been incapable of thinking, an empty gaze set dead ahead as your ex stayed close keeping your head full of his scent. You barely remembered much more.
You were in his bed, naked, your wrists and ankles tied down Your head was still spinning as you struggled to recover from your daze. It was made even harder being in his space, his smell soaked into everything in the room. Your focus didn't last long once he walked in, your head beginning to feel the effect of being in his humid presence once more.
You watched as his figure moved up beside you. The fumes from his body were making their way back into your head, your mind quickly swimming with his scent as he pulled off the jock. It only gave you a small breath of fresh air however.
He placed a hand on your chest sending shivers down your spine, his touch never having felt so good before.
"You've been a naughty boy, but I'm going to make sure your service stays more permanent" He said.
You didn't know how you should feel, your body overwhelmed handling the nasal assault of your sense. It was almost like his scent was making it straight into your mind, your brain a sponge soaking it in, each breath only replenishing the moisture. You couldn't do anything as he got on top of you, pressing his messy body up against yours. He stretched his arm out above your head, his pit directly above your face as he began to lower it.
You were reminded of the moment you were outside the gym with him, but this time you didn't lose focus. It was almost as if you'd been acclimated to the smell, your body responding to it a different way now that it could handle it. You couldn't look away, not because you were paralyzed, but because you wanted it. Your mouth was already open, a drop of spit falling from the corner of your lip down your cheek, your tongue wet as saliva built in your mouth.
"Good boy" You heard him cooing, his other hand stroking the side of your head. "You want it, don't you?"
You couldn't deny your utter sense of arousal, your cock growing harder from every moment more pheromones entered your system. You began to gasp, trying to draw in as much of his essence as possible from the fur inches from your face. You didn't know why you were acting this way, your inner monologue fading to the background as instinct took over.
"Only good boys get a taste. You want to be my good boy? A good boy who does anything I tell it? A good boy who obeys?"
All reason had been thrown out the window, your brain on a single track wanting to do anything to get his pit to smother you set on your face. You couldn't hear yourself begging, mouthing the word 'please' over and over again, too focused on the delectable stench dripping from his underarm. You were writhing in the bed, trying to pull your body up closer to him, only finding yourself trapped under his weight.
"All you need to do is say `yes sir`, and you'll spend the rest of your life serving me. Doing everything I ask. Obeying everything I say. How does that sound boy?"
All you needed to do was submit for the rest of your life to get a taste of his body?
"Yes sir" You answered, unable to control yourself anymore.
With those words his shoulder descended, his fur making contact with your mouth as it began to suck the beads of sweat from the curls. Waves of his scent crashed through your brain. Just like that, your reasonable self was locked away in the back of your mind, flooded away sinking below a permanent sea of his sweat that would remain in your mind forever. You were his boy. You were a good boy. You were his obedient boy.
