Boryn Stone
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Gym Regular
🕑 Added 2023-04-18 01:39:51 +0000 UTCHe was a regular at the gym, always wearing the same unwashed black tank every time. You noticed it whenever he walked in, the gym quickly filling with the pungent smell of his gym bag. You'd thought you'd be used to it by now, but there was no way to ignore it, a feeling of absolute disgust settling in. He was probably one of the sweatiest men in existence, leaving puddles on every machine he used only to be soaked up by his clothes.
You had been in the middle of your exercise when his musk was stronger than usual. He was on the machine right next to you. You decided to put up with it and try to finish on the equipment, quickly regretting your decision when he came over asking to work in. With only one set left, you reluctantly conceded. What harm could it do?
You tried to breathe shallow as you watched him work, watching sweat leak from every pore of his body. The moisture dripping off him was the only thing you could smell, slowly wrapping around your mind as you stood to the side. You couldn't wait to get out of the gym, hoping for a breath of fresh air.
Your stomach turned as you watched him get up, a damp spot left on the seat. You sucked it up, deciding to get your last set over with. You sat down, feeling your shirt soaking in his runoff. You couldn't prevent yourself from filling your lungs with his fumes on each rep, each time a shudder passing through your body as you felt his musk settle in your lungs.
You managed to go till failure, your muscles cooked from your workout. Your mind was swimming in the smell of his sweat as you sat for a moment, trying to regain your composure when you realized you couldn't move. Your body was shaking, the sweat dripping down your face as your exhaustion slowly turned to dizziness. You couldn't catch your breathe, every gasp of air tainted with his scent.
You looked up to see him standing above you.
“Need help?” He asked, stepping forward. He was the only thing you could focus on, his presence the only thing seeming to surround you. You felt your body freeze as he raised his arm, exposing his damp armpit right above you.
Your mind started to fog, your thoughts growing unclear. You couldn’t control yourself anymore, your body pushing you forward until your face was in his armpit. His smell became your universe, an unstoppable need taking root in your conscious that forced your tongue out, lapping at his salty skin. You felt your will melt, your body completely taken over as your mind was consumed.
He laughed, wrapping his arm around you as you lost control. The world faded out as you lapped at his dark tendrils of hair, not a thought in your head as his musk filled you, nothing left but a vessel for his whims.
