You couldn't have been more disgusted seeing a man working out shirtless in the gym, but you couldn't tear your eyes away. Dark black curls of hair spread across his body, unkempt, a thin sheen of sweat covering any visible skin. He definitely hadn't worn deodorant, a thick odor in the air around him.
Originally you could only smell him when you were close, but now his scent had flooded the entire gym, sticking in your head and making you lose focus. The exhaustion from your workout and the odor wasn't helping your head, a dizzyness setting in. You could feel your mind start to fade.
You finally made your a desicion to tell him to put a shirt on, approaching him. The closer you got, however, the stronger his smell became. You were forced to make a conscious effort to keep moving forward as you felt its effects growing. It almost felt like you were wading through it.
"Hey" you growled, finally standing in front of him.
You opened your mouth, and stopped. You couldn't remember what you were about to say. You had been too focused on your goal and making it up to him to spend any attention to the idea you had originally had, letting it slip from your mind.
"Yes boy?" The man answered, standing up.
He was taller than you expected, the sweat soaked carpet on his chest now sitting at eye level. You tried to remember what you were going to say, only spending more time breathing in the humidity around him. Your thoughts moved slower in your head as though they were traveling through syrup, the moisture of his sweat condensing in your skull. His smell became that much stronger in your head, your mind drowning in the stench as your thought process died.
The idea stuck to the moisture in your brain. Yes, you wanted something. You took a deep breath, feeling the wet air drawn in and swirling inside you.
Before you could react he reached out with his hand, inserting his sweat-covered thumb into your mouth.
You couldn't fight his strong digit. Its flavor exploded in your mind, making everything feel clear for just a moment. You wanted more, your obsession growing as he pushed it deeper.
You gave a stifled moan, muffled by his hand over your mouth.
"Oh you like this boy, don't you" The man said, pushing you back from where he was standing.
"Yes" you would have responded, but you had lost the ability to form words anymore.
He placed his body behind you, using his massive figure to direct you toward the locker room. His hand was locked around your neck as you entered, your mind firing signals of elation as he brought you toward the back with his smell heavy in the air. The pheromones that had sunk into your body had made you stiff, and in moments he was on top of you.
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