Boryn Stone
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Master's Towel
🕑 Added 2023-05-19 16:44:59 +0000 UTCYou were changing in the locker room when you saw someone else with a hat walk in and start stripping. He was built, lean with a beard, but you couldn't help but notice a glint of metal around his neck. You looked up, finding a chain with a lock around his neck.
You chuckled out loud and he glanced up, looking at you quizically.
"What's up?" He asked.
"You got a locked chain around your neck" You laughed, motioning to his neck.
"Yeah, my master gave it to me" He responded, turning back to his bag.
"Master?" You laughed, shaking your head. He looked back at you annoyed, but you couldn't stop yourself. It was incredulous that a guy like him would do that to himself.
"You think that's funny?" He said walking over.
You couldn't stop grinning as he approached, unable to compose yourself.
"Guess I should show you what it's like to be owned" He said, cracking a smile for a moment before quickly grabbing you.
You tried to react, reach up to push him off, but suddenly couldn't move. You could still feel your body, but something was extremely off. You were limp, supported only from his grip. He raised you above his head, your figure somehow extremely light with his fingers wrapped around you, pressing you to the lockers.
You were close enough to smell the musk rolling off him, sensing the humidity in the air rising as the moisture evaporated from his skin. The air seemed only to grow heavier with every second you breathed in his sweat, and slowly you felt a need welling inside you. You didn't know what you were or what was happening, but you needed to be drenched in his sweat, covered and dripping with it. The world felt so empty, so dry, you felt useless.
He finished stripping and pulled you to his body. Immediately you felt flooded by his scent. You were pressed into his skin, run across his wet matted fur, soaking in the sweat trapped in his curls. You were losing yourself, your mind swamped with the fog of his musk, every moment breathing in more of his scent. Everything was wet and damp. You could feel his fluid slowly falling through you, pulled down until you felt it come out, small drops leaking from your ends. You couldn't care less what happened to you anymore, only that you were able to be used by your master. He chucked you into his bag to dry, left only waiting to be used again.
