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The cabin lights had been dimmed for hours, turning the overnight flight into a hazy, half-asleep cocoon. I sat wedged in the window seat next to him — this cocky, muscular college jock in a tight black tank top and backward cap, arms thick and hairy, pits glistening with sweat. My husband was three rows back, happily snoring in his middle seat, still glowing from our wedding two days ago. I’d promised myself this honeymoon would be different. Faithful. Normal.

But then the jock stretched, arms locked behind his head, and the wave hit me: raw, rank, masculine musk rolling off his sweaty body like heat from an engine. My stomach twisted in horror. *God, he reeks. How does someone smell that strong after hours in recycled air?* I tried to focus on my phone, cheeks burning, but my eyes kept drifting — over the dark hair matted across his broad chest, the way his tank clung to his damp skin, the lazy, arrogant smirk when he caught me looking.

He didn’t say anything at first. Just flexed a little, letting more of that thick, sour scent fill the space between us. My cock betrayed me before my brain did, twitching hard in my pants. I hated it. I was married. Newly married. This was disgusting.

Yet twenty minutes later, when the plane hit a quiet stretch and most lights were out, he shifted closer. His big thigh pressed against mine. “You’ve been staring, fag,” he whispered, voice low and cocky. “Bet that ring on your finger feels real tight right now.”

I opened my mouth to deny it, but nothing came out. His scent was overwhelming now — salty, musky, unwashed jock funk that made my head spin. He casually lifted one arm, resting it behind his head again, and the pit stench washed over me stronger. My resistance crumbled like wet paper.

Slowly, shamefully, I leaned in. My heart hammered as I buried my face against his sweaty side, inhaling like a desperate animal. He chuckled quietly. “That’s it. Sniff your new owner.”

My hands trembled as I pulled his waistband down just enough. His thick, heavy cock sprang out, already half-hard and smelling even stronger — pure rank alpha dick. I hesitated one last second, thinking of my husband sleeping just rows away… then I opened my mouth and took him in.

He was thick, salty, and still sweaty from the flight. I gagged quietly as he grew fully hard down my throat, but I didn’t stop. I sucked him like a pathetic, skinny married slut, head bobbing low in his lap while he kept his arms casually behind his head, pretending to sleep. Every few seconds he’d push my head down further, forcing my nose into his sweaty pubes.

“You’re such a disgusting little faggot,” he breathed, barely audible. “Honeymooning with your husband and choking on college cock ten thousand feet up. Keep going, dumpster.”

Tears pricked my eyes from the shame and the stretch, but my own dick was leaking in my pants. The horror had melted into pure, humiliating need. I wanted to be his seat-side cumrag. His rank, sweaty alpha toilet.

When he finally came, it was thick and bitter, flooding my mouth in heavy ropes. I swallowed every drop like the broken married bitch I’d become, licking him clean while his musk soaked into my skin and clothes.

He patted my flushed cheek condescendingly, zipped up, and went back to relaxing like nothing happened.

I sat there the rest of the flight, lips swollen, throat coated in his load, the taste and smell of him lingering as I stared at my wedding ring. My husband would never know… but I already belonged to this sweaty, domineering jock now.

And the worst part? I couldn’t wait for him to use me again. As me and my husband strolled to the town for some night out two days after we arrived from the flight, I realized the jock is in the table behind us already looking at me with his predatorial smirk, a girl seated in front of him clearly as unaware as my husband about this dynamic and how I've been monitored like a prey......

Now granted, it was a hot looking thing. And the way Matt kept his body in top notch shape, it was a perfect addition to his look. As he stood before me wearing the twenty- five dollar strip of leather around his neck I at first thought it was ridiculous. Then he removed his Taylor Swift concert T-shirt and I saw how the black leather strip looked against his muscular chest and I stepped back with a renewed appreciation. He looked hot. Correction, hotter than usual.

He decided to wear his new look out that Saturday as we decided to go walking downtown and then over to Warner Park to stroll through our favorite grounds. As we passed folks many conversations stopped to admire Matt in his new outfit. I gotta say, I wasn't surprised. His muscular chiseled chest was enough to catch your eye, but that collar, that collar just completed the picture. I actually couldn't wait for my friends to see him like this. They were going to be so fucking jealous!!

As we entered the park, I saw how Matt attracted the visitors like he had done so on the downtown streets as we window shopped. Only here there were a higher percentage of gay men so this would be a testing grounds for the look. And it looked like it was a hit. As we strolled along the duck pond we caught the eyes of a group of buff black men who were enjoying a picnic of sorts. They were mostly gym rats from the looks of things as they all tended to be jacked like they were grooming to be body builders.

I could tell that catching their eyes was having a positive effect on Matt as he seemed to positively glow in the admiration of the fellows. He insisted in showing off and starting scampering from me, playfully pulling away before I caught him and earned my kiss as a reward. It was a silly game we played, but it was still fun.

Finally I caught up to him and he let me give him a big wet soul full kiss in the afternoon sun. It was great fun. Unfortunately I also felt a spasm telling me that I needed to go piss so I kissed Matt again and told him I would be right back and headed off to the restroom.

When I returned a few minutes later, I at first didn't see Matt anywhere. The tables were all empty under the nearby shelter and I didn't see his tanned frame anywhere. I cupped my mouth to give him a holler when I looked toward the pond and saw him standing there with the muscle gods talking. Figures. He found his admirers and decided to let them adore him. The guys were all admiring his smooth chest, running their hands on it as well as his back. A couple were even so bold to stroke his hair and slide down to pat his equally attractive ass cheeks. My man could be so incorrigible.

As I strolled over to the pavilion they were in, I saw that the guys noticed me and one of the more muscular guys grabbed something from his backpack and before my eyes, clipped a leash onto Matt's collar. I stopped in my tracks as I realized that this indeed completed his ensemble. I was impressed and realized that we'd need to stop somewhere and get one too.

As I got near enough to hear them talking, I heard someone say that Curtis caught himself a fine looking stray at the park today. Then a big black man stepped over to Matt and stroked his hair and said he was a good boy. Then he forcibly told Matt to sit.

I stopped in my tracks as I watched my baby drop to his knees and sit beside the ebony master.he looked up from the ground with an expectant look and smiled when Curtis stroked his soft dark curls with his broad hand.

As I approached the table, I called out to Matt to see if he was ready to to go home, thinking this would reestablish boundaries. However it had the opposite effect. The big man stood there with his leash still attached and said that I was mistaken. This is Butch. He's my new dog I found wandering the park.

I told him that he was being ridiculous as this was my boyfriend, Matt. He turned to Matt and looked him over and said that this fine beast was running free in the park. In fact I saw him running away from you like you were a horrible owner and it was only my buddies who kept me from rescuing him earlier. As soon as he was free of you, I called him over and he came to me like he found his true master.

I stroked him and told him what a good boy he was as I searched his collar for ID but there was none. I couldn't believe someone would endanger his life by letting him run free in a public park. Not to mention the leash law that the city has. I suppose I should call animal control and report him but he seems so happy with his new master. Don't ya, boy?

Matt looked up in confusion until a black hand stroked him behind his ear and a grin spread across his face. Then the muscular man turned to Matt and asked him if he wanted a treat. As Matt started to stand up, Curtis reached to his track pants and pulled out his thick dick and let it hang before Matt's astonished face. It was a good seven inches hanging down over the waist line and it was growing as it expanded to its stiff size.

Curtis told him that he could have it. He was a good boy and Daddy was proud of how well behaved he was. Then he reached out and scratched Matt behind the ear and told him to go ahead, Butch, you earned it. The group around us scooted in closer as Matt reached out held the hard member at the root before guiding the tip to his eager mouth. As Matt's lips encircled the tip a growling whoop went up as the guys all celebrated.

As the hollers raged, my husband was busy slobbering over the hard cock now front and center in his face. He was sucking his new master now encouraged by the chatter of the other guys around him. As he got a little overwhelmed by the sheer size of the cock Matt tried to pull off for a second but Curtis held the leash taut and kept him in place. He stroked Matt's head as he told him it was okay that he got a little messy. It was his first time with such a big bone. He's going to have lots of time to get used to it when he gets him home. Your brothers are going to enjoy welcoming you to the kennel.

A loud laugh said that Rufus was going to be loving having a new bitch. Ever since you sold that Puerto Rican doggy that tried to chew his way out of the compound, he's been lonely. Yes, Butch, Daddy has a spot just for you! Now take your bone all the way down so you get big and strong like Daddy likes!

Matt didn't have any choice as the leash held his mouth up against the base of the thick hardon while the shaft was buried in his mouth and throat. Curtis hunched over and rabbit punched my baby's face with his hips before standing straight and hollering a low gutteral cry as he unloaded down his sputtering throat. Cum shot out Matt's mouth around the thick shaft, but the majority of the load was swallowed into his gullet.

As Curtis regained his composure, he smiled at his buddies and told them it was time to go. If we hurry, I can still make it to Cliff's vet shop and get my new guy chipped. Then he turned to face me and asked me if there was anything I wanted to say to my former boyfriend?

I just looked at a happy Matt with cum drying in his face and just shook my head. The fellows chuckled and mentioned that I was just a fucking pussy anyway as the group led Matt to a couple SUVs parked at the front of the grounds. The last thing I saw was Matt turned to look at me, before he climbed into the grey SUV . That was the last time I saw him. I reported him missing but how could I tell the police about the details? He went down as a missing individual who probably just ran away from his reality.