The Male's Scent: Bitter But Not Sweet
#3 of Humiliation/Degradation/Bondage/Dom and Sub
Warning: 18+ Naughty Stuff
The room was all full of snickering, grinning bulky males as Mike; a clean arctic muscle wolf was dragged upstairs. He really wasn't the type for guy parties, but as he was being dragged, he looked around with his blue eyes with a nervous look. Even though he was obviously being taken against his will, none of them seemed to care. The further they took him upstairs, the more his nostrils seemed to burn with the smell of heavy male musk. Each of the males dragging him only mocked him as he was dragged into the room, their paws all over him as they tore and tugged at his clothes, "What are you doing?"
The room was filthy; there were clothes, jockstraps, and dirty underwear everywhere. The sheets were all over the bed and even on the floor along with used condoms spewing out thick puddles of old cum. It all made his skin crawl and his fur stand on ends. After a loud flush, the wolf watched as a tan bull blessed with a muscular build walked out of the single bathroom, stroking a uncut piece slab of meat between his legs, "Mm, hey Mike. Heard you had a problem having fun, letting loose you know...?" Mike met Mack only recently before, but he had never seen the impressive stud naked before. As the bull sat down on the bed, he grinned as he peeled back his thick foreskin. Mike turned away as he felt a thick musk hit his nose, layers of greasy cum and piss built up along the shaft. The two sweaty lions and the black wolf behind him peeled off their shirts one by one as the others held him down before shoving him to his knees in front of the bull, "No! NO!" Grabbing hold of Mike's jaw, Mack forced the wolf's mouth down over the thick smegma pasted onto the bull's cock. "Oh yeah Mike, you're such a little whore!" The wolf tried to push away the bull's hand as he gagged on the cock, trying not to taste too much of the cheesy build up.
The lion on Mike's right gave a deep chuckle, "Hey Mack, give the kid a breather..." The bull only grinned, "Sure..." Letting go, the lion grabbed the back of Mike's head before burying his muzzle deep into his sweaty drenched pits, washing it in the thick pubic fur under his arms. Trying to push away, the wolf's cries were muffled as his senses were flooded with the hot stink of lion stud. He felt a powerful paw squeeze his jaw and he was forced to taste the oily fur. As he drowned in the steaming stew of sweat, he felt something in the back of his head as thing started to get hazy. Like dogs on a meal, the other lion and the dark wolf were lapping at Mike's dirty foot paws, inhaling deep the stink of sweat before lapping at every toe like a delicious meal. The arctic wolf felt his resolve growing weaker as he struggled to breathe a bit of air through his muzzle, that bit of air drawling in the fresh lion stink into his nose. He couldn't help it as his nipples throbbed and his dick poked out from his sheath. He couldn't comprehend what was happening to him, what the foreign sensation was.
Mike was grabbed again, "Alright, enough of that for now." The wolf threw his palms down against the bull's side, but the male was powerful, gagging Mike again with the greasy build up. But this time as Mike's lips pushed back the slick build up in the foreskin, he nose was buried in Mack's bush crotch pubes which stank of firm male musk, like it hadn't been washed in a week. Nipples throbbing even harder and his red dog dick slurping from its sheath, he emitted an uncontrollable moan that caused his throat to rumble and drive the bull to squirt a bit of pre down the wolf's throat. "Mm, you really are a good little slut...you like it, don't you?" As the bull slowly removed his hand, Mike moved up the slimy, oily meat before observing it as the wicked thick foreskin rolled back up over the tipped head. With a curious paw, he slowly reached his finger and thumb around it before looking at the other four males in the room. Breathing nervously, he peeled back the foreskin, starring at the build up for only a second before putting his lips over the area and slurped on it. The taste was tangy but it quickly became familiar to Mike as he washed it with his rough canine tongue. Mack gave off a loud bull murr as he felt that tongue twirling the smegma around his warm prick. The dark wolf behind Mike suddenly stood up, "Hey, give me a little bit of that will ya...?"
Shaking with eroticism, Mike panted with excitement as he turned towards the other wolf, slightly confused because the male didn't have a foreskin. Chuckling, the black wolf turned his building knot to the side, revealing his sheath which was covered in the same build up as the bull's foreskin, covered in sweat and old cum, "Oh, were you looking for this?" Panting, Mike smothered his muzzle into the wolf's crotch, causing him to jump a bit, "Dang, feisty..." Mack chuckled hard as he stroked his foreskin, "You were too Dick." Curiosity hit the arctic wolf again, sniffing along the black wolf's crotch. The spicy scent of musk grew strong as his nostrils traveled down to the sweaty sheath. Dick growled playfully before his knees got weak, the new wolf lapping hungrily at the skin between his knot and his sheath.
Soon all the other male stood up around Mike as he gorged himself in the stink of males. Each one of them offered their cocks and he was happy to service each of them. As he tried to stand to take a sniff of Mack's sweaty pits, "Uh uh, you'll get more of that later..." Mike's shoulders dropped, a disappointed face spreading across his muzzle. Walking him to the door where the sounds of the party could be heard, "This is just going to be your initiation. If you want all of us, you're going to have to follow a few rules..."
Later that night when Mike got back to his dorm, he felt exhausted, overwhelmed. But after a few good hours, the hypnosis he had experienced was starting to wear off. He felt grimy, dirty, and used. Though as he made his way towards the bathroom, he had heated memories of burying his nose into pits and crotches, his dick throbbing between his legs again. He also remembered the rules, "First, don't wash your body except for your asshole, and even then you have to wash in a sink instead of the shower. And the second is no cologne or deodorant, NONE! Come back in a week and we might just give you what you want..." The wolf's heart pounded in his chest as his paw wrapped around the shower handle. He literally stood there for fifteen minutes with his red tipped cock bobbing between his legs. Paw slipping off the metal nub, he sighed as he wandered out of the bathroom and slipped into his bed.
The wolf lay there in the dark as he wondered about what happened to him that night. Even as his drunken skater cheetah roommate stumbled into the room he didn't make a sound. He watched as the feline kicked off his sneakers and just plopped into bed, passing out really fast. Mike's eyes focused right away on his roommate's red and white sneaker. He remembered how Nate didn't like to wear socks, so all the sweat from his foot paws just built up in his shoe. Heart pounding in his chest again, Mike slapped his paw over his eyes, thinking to himself, "No...I can't do that!" But the temptation got worse; the wolf slowly peeled his paw away before looking at the shoe again. Pushing his sheets to the side, he carefully reached down and picked up the laced material in his grip. Turning over in bed, he hides under the sheets as he presses his muzzle into the size fourteen sneaker before inhaling a deep cloud of sweaty cheetah foot paw. He exhaled quickly before he inhaled again and again, eyes rolling halfway into the back of his head. Overwhelmed by these new sensations, Mike sighed as he tweaked his nipples, slowly falling asleep with his nose in the soft, smelly craddle.
To be continued...?