Boryn Stone
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Wrong Shirt
🕑 Added 2023-08-13 20:27:38 +0000 UTCYou came back to your locker after showering, beginning to pull on the clothes you left on the bench. As you pull on the shirt though, something smelled off. You look down at it, having thought it was yours before pulling the fabric to the nose. As you breathed in you felt the smell roll inside your head, the unknown musk knocking your thoughts aside.
You gasped, feeling the smell soaking inside you despite trying to breathe it out. A numbness begins to spread across your skull, forcing you to bring your hands to your head to try to stop the world from spinning. As you look down at your torso you finally realized the shirt wasn't yours, a design you didn't recognize splashed across the front that someone must have tossed into your pile.
That was when you smelled it again, stronger this time. You looked up, finding a man drenched in sweat standing above you. The same sense of bliss began spreading from the front of your head once more as his fumes filled your lungs, removing your inhibitions as you felt your will shrink. You didn't know why it was happening, realizing the sweat must have been doing something to you.
"You look good in daddy's shirt boy, guess that means you're mine"
You didn't have the capacity anymore to disagree, the words repeating over and over in your head until you accepted it as truth. An overwhelming feeling of submission flooded through you, images of you kneeling before him, serving him appearing in your mind.
"Down boy"
Your body moved of its own accord, bringing you down to your knees as he revealed his cock from his waistband. Your mouth sprang open, drops of drool falling from your tongue as he brought his sensual shaft closer and closer, finally placing it in your mouth where you felt his flavor explode in your mind.
You couldn't think about anything else as he penetrated your head, taking over all your thoughts as his member thrust in and out of your mental space, cementing your position as his good boy. You'd be joining him in the gym from them on wearing his old workout attire, dressed in his musk while you served him as his towel, serving him after in the locker room.
