"Your time is up." I knew that voice...it was Brian.
"Damn. This was just getting good." BK moves off of me and turns back around flashing that gorgeous smile of his. "Guess I'll have to go have some fun with someone else - though if you ever want to have some more of this, you know where to reach me." He walked towards the door, and I could hear him leave the room.
It must have been 5 minutes or so before I heard the door open again. The entire time I had been squirming and anxious for what was about to come. The very thing I had been hoping for the entire year was about to happen. In those few minutes, I had nearly forgotten everything I had already been through: Eli's luscious ass, Will's sweaty and sticky pits, Giant Mike's rank BO, Dom's attitude as he forced me to worship his pits and Mike's cock, Harry's wedgie and spanking session and tight crotch-to-face headscissors, Jeremias's behemoth and rank farts, and BK's sensual lap dance and manly musk. Here I was, having been put through a couple of hours of pure domination and now the man I lust for was just outside the door.
As the door opens, I hear heavy footsteps move toward me, but I am unable to see Brian as he makes his way over to the chair I am tied to. Before I can see him, I smell him. Not a rank smell like I had experience earlier, but just a pure manly smell. The smell of a guy who had showered earlier in the day, put on a clean shirt, but had not worn deodorant and had worked up a sweat sometime earlier in the day. A smell that I had become accustomed to, a smell that I had sat next to as much as I could and leaned into to get a bigger whiff. Brian's smell.
"Hey, Josh." His voice was calm and deep, and just the sound of it made my cock stir. "You ready for this? I know I am." I hear him walk over to the couch to place something down and then return to me where I can finally catch a glimpse of my master. Brian stands before me wearing a nice fitting white t-shirt and blue gym shorts. The shirt hugs his pecs, reminding me immediately of why I starting craving this guy. His large and perfect bubble butt looked even bigger than I had remembered in these shorts. I wanted to jump him right then but I was still tied to the chair with BK's socks. Brian moves closer toward me and sits down on top of me straddling me. I look up at his face and he has this look of both pleasure and domination. "You are mine today. Doesn't matter what anyone has done before me. You understand that?"
"Yes."
"Yes? No, boy. You will refer to me as 'Master' or 'Sir.'"
"Yes, sir."
"That's better. Now I am going to untie your wrists. Don't try anything." Brian leans into me as he reaches around the back of the chair and begins to untie BK's sock from my wrists. As he is reaching, my face is at first pressed into his massive chest. His pecs were giant mounds. They were one of my favorite things about his body, and having my face pressed right into them was pure heaven. I started growing a hard-on as he re-positioned leaving my face now pressed into one of his armpits. His pit had a definite musky scent but was not as overpoweringly rank as some of the others I had smelled. It was one that I wanted to smell more and more. I took a big whiff and wriggled my head around to get as much of it as I could. Needless to say, my boner was growing as I did this.
"Fucking slave. You like my scent, boy? Seems to be getting you nice and hard. If you like this, just wait to see what I have in store for you. You are going to worship every part of this body and do whatever I ask you to do. Right now I think you should start by worshiping my chest."
At these words, I take my hands (now free from being tied) and move them up the inside of his shirt and start massaging his massive pecs. They were perfect. Each one was much larger than my hand and as squeezed and moved my hands over them, Brian moaned from above. He then grabbed his shirt and pulled it off, exposing his bare torso right on top of me. Without hesitation I move in and begin licking his chest. As I swirl my tongue around his nipples, I feel him tense up a bit.
After a minute or two of working over each nipple, I dive face first into one of his armpits. I first take a big whiff, and don't want to stop. "That's it, boy. Fucking smell my stink. This is what a real man smells like." After a minute or so of just burying my face into his armpit and sniffing, Brian gets up off of me. He turns around and sits right back down on my lap with all of his weight. His chiseled back is pressing against me, and again my rock hard cock is underneath his ass.
"Let's get you untied so I can have some more fun." He leans over and starts to untie my feet from the chair leg. As he leans over, the elastic band to his shorts gets pulled down a bit and I can see the top of his crack and both massive globes of his ass exposed. Absolute perfection is sitting right on my lap.
"You are untied now. Get up, boy." I stand up and he takes BK's sock again and ties my wrists together behind my back. "Get on your knees like the slave that you are. You may be off of the chair now but what I am going to do to you is just starting." I kneel down before him and as soon as I do, he grabs the back of my head and places it between his large thighs. He begins to squeeze and then slowly I feel the weight of him coming down on top of me. I end up lying down on my stomach with Brian sitting down on top of the back of my head. All I can think of now is how I was in this position not too long ago with Jeremias on top of me and how that ended up. A bit nervous already at just this thought, Brian then gets up a bit and flips me over before retaking his seat on my face.
"That's the spot, boy. Love the feel of your nose pressing into my crack. Give it a nice massage." He wriggled around a bit to make sure my nose was really in there before I could feel him tensing up. Not five seconds later, Brian let rip a low rumbling fart right into my face. "Oh yea, that felt good. How's it smell down there?" I tried to get something out but couldn't get anything other than a muffled noice from beneath his bubble butt. And to be honest, the smell was captivating. Nothing nearly as rotting as Jeremias, but more of the smell you get when you walk into a locker room, the smell that makes you want to find the kind of man that could make such a smell and worship him to no end. And here was this man sitting on my face.
A few farts later, Brian gets up just longer enough to take off his shorts. Now standing above me is the man I have been dreaming about naked, me below him with my wrists tied together. "Ahhhh, now this is the life. Having a fag like you tied up below me with a raging hard on willing to do whatever it is I want. You're gonna love this." Brian flips me over and lays down on the ground with his back in the air. He slides himself so that my head is right between his thighs. He reaches back, grabs my head and lifts it up, all the while sliding back some more so that my face is now right up against his ass. His smooth, massive globes were amazing, and the smell was just a slight hint of manliness. Then, he begins to squeeze my head between his thighs with all of his might. There is so much pressure on the sides of my head, that I am trying to scream, but my voice is muffled in his ass. "Yeah, man. Keep on yelling. Vibrations feeling good...oh, wait. Here come some more vibrations." He stops squeezing for a second and I feel his ass cheeks open up a bit. I slide a bit into his crack and then he rips a low, booming fart. It is much bigger than the first one but still perfect. "Oh yeah, this is great. Though I want to see you squirming." Brian moves forward a bit and then gets up and flips me over. He squats back down on me in a SBP with his cock right on my face. On either side of his dick, I can see him staring down at me, that same grin on his face. He slaps me a few times with his dick and then turns around.
He pulls my shorts up into a wedgie, and then just as Harry did earlier, spanks away at my ass cheeks. "One...two...three..." They keep coming and I am squrming as his strong hand makes contact each time. My ass must be beet red at this point.
"STOP, please."
"You're right. There's a better way I cam make you squirm." He gets off of me and walks over to the couch and grabs whatever it was that he brought in here earlier. And then I see what it is - Jeremias's biker shorts.
"These should do the trick. And damn, do they smell. I can smell 'em from here." Brian was holding them at arm's length to try and keep them away. "What the hell does that guy eat? Well, works for me. You are going to love getting more of this. Jeremias told me that your time with him got cut short."
"No, please. I can't take those things anymore. Please."
But it was too late. Brian comes over to me, sits me up and gets behind me like we were sitting in a bobsled. He rubs the biker shorts right in my face and then takes them and puts them over my head so my face makes direct contact with the inside where Jeremias's ass was.
I am flailing around trying to break free. The smell is overwhelming. It smells worse than shit - it smells like someone died. I have no idea how this man's ass could get this bad or how long he must have been wearing these things.
Brian pulls them off for a sec and I use this to beg for mercy. "Please, you can do whatever you want to me. But don't make me smell those."
"Anything?"
"Anything."
"I want to hear you say 'Fuck me, sir'" I hesitated and Brian repeats himself.
After thinking it over, I decide that I just can't take the smell anymore. "Please, sir. Fuck me."
"What a fucking little bitch. Begging me to fuck him. As you wish" He throws the biker shorts to the other side of the room and in one fell swoop, pulls off my shorts and boxers. He places a lubed up finger on my hole and presses in a bit until I feel it inside me.
"Oh yea, that feels good."
Once it has been in for a bit, Brian wastes no time and repositions himself so that his cock is right at my hole. In one quick motion, he plunges right into me. "FUCK!" It hurt so bad. My ass was on fire.
"Shut up and take it." He continue thrusting and after a few minutes, the pain turned to pleasure. At one point, he unties my wrists and then pins my arms down out in front of my so he is completely covering my body. This guy has some serious stamina. After about 20 minutes, I blew my load straight onto the floor and he was still going, pounding me from above. He would change his rhythm and position a bit, but man could he fuck for a long time. After 30-35 minutes, he starts really giving it too me and breathing heavily.. I am being violently forced back and forth and then all of a sudden I feel him cum inside me. "Yeahhhhhhhhhh. Take that. Now you will know that you are my little bitch."
He gets up and looks down at me. "Look at you. So pathetic. Eight men have just used you as their slave and now you lie there full of my seed. And you begged for it. Can't wait til we do this again in the dorms." I see that same grin on his face as he says this and walks out of the room. Before he closes the door, he picks up Jeremias's biker shorts and throws them at me. Of course they land on my face. I hear the door shut and am left alone. I must admit. After hearing him call me a little bitch and getting fucked like that, the shorts started to smell pretty good - I may just have to hold onto them.
***Hope you liked this story- please send any comments / suggestions to scentslave84@yahoo.com. Let me know if you want me to bring back any of the other characters into longer 1-on-1 sessions or groups.