TheStinkVerse 2

"Good evening everyone! I am so happy you could all make it to my launch night of Gwonsè Island!" As Kenji starts his speech you see a mysterious figure, that you think is naked, walking in the side of a nearby building. "This island is a fresh start for me. With support from my close friend Kai, I have been able to bring this dream of mine to life." The speech continues but you can't let what you saw go, you are an aspiring reporter after all, so you decide to sneak around.

The windows are blocked by blinds and the door is now shut, limiting your ability to see anything inside as you try to tiptoe around the building in the dark without making too much noise in the pebble path or foliage. In the background the speech continues while you try find a way to get sights inside the building. "Here at Gwonsè we aim to provide a luxury retreat that everyone can feel comfortable at. Celebrities can come and know they have the privacy they desire. Sports players can make use of your gym, spa, and personal trainer packages. Business sector people can be assured all work can be carried out here if desired while also relaxing for hours on end!"

Finally you find an open door on the other side near the forest of trees leading towards the nearby shoreline. You enter quietly into the warmly lit room. The timing couldn't be worse as the man you saw earlier walks from a small bathroom out into the main room. "Get a little lost did we?" He gives a deathly glare that you only see for a second before looking down his body. Thick chest and abs on display under a revealing traditional style jacket and no bottoms on, revealing thick thighs and a cage to restrict his pleasure. "I said did you get a little lost?" He repeats, walking swiftly to meet you face to face. "No...no...I'm just a reporter, I was looking for a toilet!" You lie on the spot, not wanting to compromise your night here. Unfortunately he easily picks up on the notable distress in your face and voice, "I don't like lies, and neither does the man who invited you here!" You try to reply, to reassure him, but stutter as he grabs you with a grin on his face.

"Master kenji will reward me for inducting you into your place here like all the other journalists that smeared his friend Kai last year!" The mighty man roars before takling you to the ground. He easily outsized you and overpowered you. "Give up, I'm a martial arts master!" He whispers in your ear, squeezing you to drain your energy on the ground. It didn't take long for him to destroy what little fight you had. Yet the worst was to come for you. "I'm sorry little man, I know this isn't what you expected. But it is your purpose now! Your form of penance for lying about Kai and his conpany!"

He stands up, turning around to show his perfectly shaped fatty ass off, before lining up over your face. "No...no...pleaee...I can expla..." you are cut off by him dropping full speed. Your head is crushed under his ass, and you swear you hear a crunch. You don't even have time to react as he starts grinding to perfectly fit your face in his ass. The fatty cheeks slide around your head, cutting off vision and muffling your hearing.

"One!" He roars. You wonder why, but then it hits you. A nasty protein fart from his hole erupts on your nose, his hole spluttering around your nostrils as he fires his ripe fumes into your body. "Two!" His voice rises again. The second hits before you can ever recover from the first. Your body starts to shake and you claw at his abs for freedom. "Three...four!" He double blasts you as punishment for clawing at him. Your hands stop as the ripe gas overloads your body and you begin to shut down. You had never imagined being sat on before. Nevermind being sat on by a caged martial arts master on a luxury resort island while being forced to sniff farts. "Five!" He grunts. This time it's a thirty second beast which comes roaring out. It shatters your will, face, and sense of smell. It's pure eggs, like he ate a dozen eggs today alone. Your twitching stops, signalling your defeat, and he rises. "Five farts is pretty weak on your part, but be grateful you aren't unconscious!" You opwn your mouth to speak, to try to protest his evil words, but gag on his ripe gas still circulating in your body. That's when you hear the sound of someone opening the door that was previously closed.

"Mr Saito? Please help me! This man attacked me...You wouldn't believe what he's done!" You plead, standing up to meet him face to face in an all black suit. "Really? Well you smell of ass if I'm being honest so I think I could take a good guess as to what he did!" Kenji distracts you as the other man stands behind you with his ass pijnting towards you. "What are you gonna do about it?" You ask, still oblivious to Kenji's true nature. He simply grips your shoulders, slowly pushing you down. "When I see a future fart sniffer, it would be wrong to let you go without trying to indulge you! You thought that those articles you wrote lsst year as a beginner journalist would go unpunished? That you could lie about one of the most successful CEOs just to boost your career?" He laughs. You go pale, realising the true purpose of the Island. Kenji rotates you on your knees with ease and pushes you deep into the exposed crack of your tormentor. The rumbles begin again and the biggest wettest fart erupts. "Welcome to Gwonsè!" Kenji whispers in your ear. Sniffing the fart at the same time as you except it has no effect on him. Unfortunately you pass out, sealing your fate along with the dozen other reporters who all got the same treatment tonight. "Good boy! You can take that cage off now that you've proven you've learned your leason!"

"Man you aren't supposed to be in here!" Carter turns around to face Wonho, quickly noticing he is no longer the largest in the room. Wonho simply kicks Carters leg and picks him up, laying him flat on the bench and crossing his arms over his chest to be held by a single of Wonhos hands. "Oh yeah, and who in here is going to kick me out? You disrupted my workout, and others had to leave with how annoying you were. Now you pay for interrupting the workouts of much more important people!" With Carter barely able to fight back against Wonho's grip, he can only lay and watch the bigger, beefier, body builder like man turn around and show his ass in compression shorts, a long slick line of sweat between the massive doughy cheeks.

"You too weak to fight back? You know what that means!" Wonho grunts, farting directly above Carters face, using his own gym discipline for wrestling team members against him. Carter can only try put on a strong front, slowly inhaling to try keep his composure as the stink is some of the worst he has dealt with. "Man fuck you! Who do you think...." Another burst of gas gags Carter mid sentence and makes him lose his composure. Trying to free himself he kicks the walls accidentally and hits his head off the cushioned bench a little. "Too weak to escape?" Wonho says again, this time lower his ass down to sit on Carters head. "Sniff!" He whispers with a silent eggy fart, fueled by the earlier meal of six eggs and a fiber based shake. Now he can feel the resistance in Carters hands start to weaken, a sign his gas is doing the trick. Wonho lets the fart linger for a few minutes allowing Carter to breathe it in from the sweaty fabric, almost like a gassy waterboarding. "Right, what do you say for the disruption in the gym?" Wonho rises up but keeps his grip on Carters crossed wrists. "Never! My methods are effective and that's all that matters!" Carter refuses to give up his control, a mistake that costs him more of his dignity than he could have imagined. "Look at that! Still can't overpower me! Guess this will let you see if your method truly is effective in making people grow!"

Wonho sits back down on Carters face, but this time he lifts his legs and lays them fully on top of Carters as he removes his hand. "By the way, you should be thankful to smell such powerful farts!" He laughs to himself thighs now keeping Carters hands trapped as Wonho sat full weight, his only support being how his cheeks wrapped around Carters head and touched the edges of the bench. Fart after fart rolls out, getting wetter as they go on. The stench is inhumane, but to Carter it did not matter, he would soon pass out as the soaked fabric of the compression shorts removed his ability to breathe anything but farts for the following hour that Wonho used him.

Almost immediately Scott feels his mind start to struggle, his knees weaken, and his vision close in. Getting a grip on himself, his eyes glow a deep red as he kicks into alpha mode and tackles Warren to the ground. "It's going to take more than that to beat me Warren!"

Warren grunts as Scott's superior strength slams him into the concrete floor, but the athletic hunter doesn't show fear only predatory excitement. Even pinned beneath the Alpha's weight, Warren manages to twist his hips, forcing another wolfsbane laced cloud directly into Scott's face. "Oh, you think brute force matters?" Warren pants, his cocky smirk widening as he sees Scott's pupils dilate uncontrollably. "The serum doesn't care how hard you hit; it cares what you breathe."

Scott coughs violently, his claws digging into Warren's shoulders, but the wolfsbane is already burning through his supernatural defenses. The hybrid concoction hits his bloodstream like lightning, twisting his thoughts. The hypnotic properties of Theo's part of the serum begin to override his Alpha instincts, turning his anger into a confused, terrifying haze. The room spins as Scott's grip loosens, his breathing becoming shallow and desperate as he inhales more of the toxic, musky vapor.

"That's it... let the haze take over," Warren murmurs, using his superior muscular bulk to pin Scott's wrists against the floor. The Alpha's red eyes flicker and fade, replaced by a glassy, distant stare. The defiance drains from Scott's face as the conditioning takes hold. "Now Scott... tell me who owns you." Warren grins triumphantly, watching as the most powerful werewolf in Beacon Hills begins to break under the power of his enhanced scent.

....on the other side of the bunker

As Liam and Theo burst through the heavy steel door on the right, their muscles tensed for a fight. The corridor reeks of that same sickly sweet and musky scent of Warren's goons. "What's going " Liam starts, but the words die in his throat when a shadow emerges from the darkness of the alcove ahead.

Derek Hale steps into the dim light in his signature black muscle fit t-shirt, but something is horribly wrong. His usual brooding intensity has been replaced by a hollow, vacant expression. His eyes aren't glowing with anger or protection; they are wide, glassy, and fixed on nothing at all. His shoulders hang slack, and his movements are mechanical, almost puppet like.

"Derek?" Theo asks, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper as his claws extend. "What did he do to you?" Without warning, Derek lunges. There is no hesitation in his strike, no supernatural warning just the raw, conditioned speed of a predator that has been reprogrammed. He crashes into Liam before the younger werewolf can react, pinning him against the concrete wall with terrifying precision.

"Get off him!" Theo snarls, moving to intervene, but Derek spins with unnatural fluidity, catching Theo off guard. Derek's strength feels different not fueled by rage, but by an eerie, mindless obedience. Derek throws Theo against the wall beside Liam. Slowly he raises his arms, revealing his hairy unwashed armpits with a purple tint of wolfsbane. Before the boys can react, Derek dashes forward and pins their faces between the cold wall and his pits, Theos face in the right one and Liams in the left one.

Derek inhales sharply as if drawing strength from his own hollow compliance, then deliberately presses his sweat soaked armpits deeper against their faces. The concentrated wolfsbane stench from Derek's skin is overwhelming. Theo struggles, his nose pressed against the coarse hair and toxic musk, but every desperate inhale only drags more of the wolfsbane into his lungs. Liam's claws scrape uselessly against Derek's forearms as his vision begins to blur, the chemical assault breaking down his supernatural resistance faster than any physical blow could. With each scrape, Derek forces more hair to grow until Liams entire face is enveloped in armpit hair.

"Resistance is pointless," Derek's voice comes out as a flat, monotone drone, devoid of any emotion. "Warren's will is absolute." The two betas slump against the wall, slowly lowering with their struggles weakening as the pure wolfsbane and sweat combo drains their energy.

"Li...Liam....remember that thing I told you never to do unless in an emergency? Well now it's an emergency!" Theo chokes on the wolfsbane tainted armpit funk of Derek. Liam gets the hint and slowly builds a fatal concentration of gas in his gut. While usually his enhanced farts could only weaken other people, as he built up his anger he could possibly knock people out cold.

Liam grinds his teeth, channeling every ounce of his rage and supernatural fury into his digestive system. His abdominal muscles coil like snakes as he forces the buildup downward. With a desperate, guttural snarl, he releases a thunderous, earth shaking fart that swiftly fills the small claustrophobic room. The force of the explosive fart sends a shockwave through the small corridor, the toxic air thick enough to taste.

The sheer potency of Liam's enhanced gas, supercharged by his anger, is enough to knock even Derek out cold. Unfortunately it also takes Liam out, the beta not strong enough to resist his own blackout farts. The only survivor is Theo who was smart enought to press his nose deep into Derek's pit, trading discomfort and humiliation for consciousness. With Derek neutralized and unable to attack, Theo goes to check up on Scott on the other side of the Bunker where the alpha has gained the upper hand.

Scott, gasping for air through the haze of Warren's initial attack, manages to seize control of his breathing. His wolf instincts flare, turning his panic into a desperate counterattack. "You think you can beat me like the others?" Scott snarls, his voice hoarse from inhaling the toxic fumes.

Seizing a moment of Warren's cockiness, Scott rolls beneath the athlete's massive frame, using his enhanced werewolf strength to flip the larger boy onto his back. Before Warren can react, Scott positions himself directly over Warren's head. With a guttural growl of defiance, Scott releases several rapid fire, concentrated bursts of gas directly into Warren's face. The potency of an Alpha's digestive system, fueled by adrenaline and rage, hits Warren with force.

Warren shakes, coughing violently as the overwhelming musk burns his nostrils and makes his head swim. "Fuck!... you... bastard!" Warren wheezes, his vision blurring as the concentrated stench overwhelms his senses, momentarily neutralizing the hypnotic advantage he held. The power dynamic shifts violently as the two muscular predators struggle for dominance in the toxic fog.

Outside the door, Theo now arrives and presses his face against the barred gap, his lungs still burning from Derek's armpit assault. His eyes widen as he witnesses the carnage through the narrow opening. He watches Scott pinning the cocky lacrosse player down, the two of them locked in a brutal, stinking battle of wills. Theo knows he can't intervene yet as his own strength is depleted from Derek's attack.

The momentary lapse in Warren's dominance leaves him vulnerable, gasping for breath as the Scott's counterattack takes hold. "This... isn't over..." Warren manages to choke out between coughs, but his usual cocky bravado is visibly cracking. Scott looms over him, chest heaving. "You wanted to play with supernatural forces, Warren? Well, now you're drowning in them."

With a snarl of pure Alpha fury, Scott positions himself directly over Warren's face, tearing away the fabric of his pants to expose his powerful, tan, hairy backside. "Let's see how you handle real Alpha power!" Scott roars. He braces his muscular thighs and unleashes a devastating, thunderous barrage of concentrated gas directly into Warren's nostrils. The force of the blast sends an almost visible cloud of musky vapor swirling around Warren's head, overwhelming the hunters remaining senses.

Warren's cocky smirk vanishes completely, replaced by a look of pure terror as his eyes roll back. The concentrated stench of the Alpha's fury crashes into his lungs. His body convulses beneath Scott's weight, his muscles spasming as the overwhelming odor short circuits his brain. "No... stop... I can't... breathe..." Warren chokes out, his voice breaking as he loses all sense of dominance.

Theo watches through the bars, horrified yet mesmerized by the raw display of supernatural dominance. The bunker fills with an atmosphere so thick with musk and pheromones that even watching through the gap feels suffocating. Scott doesn't relent, continuing to pin the massive lacrosse player down, using every ounce of his Alpha authority to reassert control through the weaponized stench. The power dynamic has completely inverted; the hunter has become the prey, drowning in the very essence of the wolf he tried to subjugate.

Just as it seems that Scott has ended Warren, the cunning hunter grasps a small vial of Kanima venom hidden under a close bench. Eyesight blocked by Scott's stinking ass, he is careful while opening it and pours just enough onto Scott's exposed thigh without risking it dripping onto his own body. Slowly Scort feels his body weaken and stiffen from the paralyzing venom. Warren starts laughing even while under the Alpha ass, quickly pushing the immobalised Scott off his face and flat onto the cold ground.

The paralysis spreads like ice through Scott's veins, locking his muscles in place just as the venom takes hold. His claws scrape helplessly against the concrete, unable to find grip as his body betrays him. "Look at you now, Alpha," Warren sneers, scrambling to his feet. His cocky demeanor returns with a vengeance, though he's still wheezing from the onslaught of Scott's assault. "One little drop of venom and your precious authority, your alpha farts, your strength, all means nothing."

Warren towers over the immobilized werewolf, a twisted grin spreading across his face. The lacrosse player's muscular frame dominates the space, casting a long shadow over Scott's helpless form. "You thought you could win by playing dirty? That's my game." He reaches down, grabbing Scott by the hair and forcing his head up. "But you forgot one thing: I'm stronger, I'm faster, and now, I'm the only one who can move."

Through the barred gap, Theo watches in silent horror. He can see the way Scott's eyes dart frantically, full of rage but trapped behind a frozen mask. Warren isn't finished; he wants to complete the ritual he started. He turns his back to Scott once more, deliberately positioning his massive frame above the paralyzed Alpha. "Since you like using your scent so much, let's see how you handle mine when you can't even turn away." With a cruel laugh, Warren prepares to deliver the final, hypnotic blow, ensuring Scott remains his subordinate forever. The frozen Alpha can only watch in horror as Warren's bare ass descends upon his face.

The muscular athlete lowers himself onto Scott's face, pressing his bare, powerful ass directly against the Alpha's nose and mouth. "Submit to your new master, Scott!" Warren roars, his cocky confidence returning tenfold as he feels the helplessness of the wolf beneath him. With a deliberate tensing of his glutes, Warren releases a devastatingly potent cloud of wolfsbane laced, hypnotic gas. This isn't just a fart for the two of them, it's a weaponized explosion of concentrated serum and musk designed to shatter Scott's remaining willpower.

The thick, toxic vapor floods Scott's lungs, bypassing his ability to turn away or fight back. The hypnotic properties of the Theo inspired concoction immediately begin to rewire Scott's brain, twisting his righteous fury into a foggy, syrupy haze of obedience. His eyes, once burning red with Alpha defiance, begin to glaze over, losing their spark as the chemical cocktail seeps into his nervous system.

Theo watches through the bars, his own breath shallow as he witnesses the complete subjugation of the pack leader. He sees Scott's jaw slacken as the hypnotic fumes take hold, his body going limp against the concrete. Warren's triumphant laughter echoes through the bunker as he realizes his plan has succeeded. The Alpha of Beacon Hills is no longer a protector; he is a puppet, waiting for the next command from the cocky lacrosse player who now holds his leash through the power of his intoxicating, venomous stench. With no tine to spare, Theo strains his arms to reach between the bars and unlock the bolt on the inside.

Theo's fingers scramble against the heavy bolt, his muscles screaming as he forces the mechanism to slide open. The door swings wide, and the toxic cloud rolls out like a living thing, thick with wolfsbane and musky pheromones. Theo doesn't hesitate; he knows Warren is still recovering from Scott's assault, his defenses lowered by the Alpha's own stinking retaliation.

Theo strides in, ignoring the dizzying haze that threatens to overwhelm him. He sees Warren straddling the paralyzed Scott, the athlete's cocky grin still plastered on his face. "You think you're the only one who can play god with a scent?" Theo snarls, stepping directly in front of Warren and pulling down his black shorts to unveil his ass. "You thought you could replicate my greatness? Lets see if you still think your serum can match my power!" A wet fart immediately rips through the small space between Theos bare hole and Warren's face. Without any hesitation Theos reaches back and grabs Warren's head to pull his nose deep into the farting ass. the feeling of the thick rough nose against his farting hole drives him into a feral pleasure, eyes lighting up yellow and boner growing by the second all while Warren was helpless and Scott was still huffing on farts.

"Warren....tell me....where is the dread doctor book you are using? And where is the rest of your serum from my blood?" Theo lets Warren pull his face out from his warm and pale ass cheeks. "In that locker over there...second drawer!" Warren replies, now in a hypnotic daze. Theo walks over and opens the drawer, taking on of the vials of serum and drinking it before returning to Warren's face and farting again. "You will leave Beacon Hills....you will never approach any of the pack again...and you will forget all about the supernatural! Tell Lord Theo you understand!" Theo gags Warren with another wet fart.

"I will leave Beacon Hills, I will never approach the pack again, and I will forget about the supernatural as you demand Lord Theo!" Warren groans, knowing he should fight, but unable to resist the strength of Theo’s natural hypno. "Now get out of here!" Theo slaps Warren's face, giving the packs most devious opponent essentially a free out. No real consequences, no humiliation.

Now it is just Theo and Scott. The weakened alpha, barely able to think, staring dazed up to Theo like a silent cry for help. Theo looking over his shoulder, debating whether he should help his friend and alpha, or give in to his more sinister ideas. A few weeks ago the answer was obvious. But after being able to let loose on the goon at Liams house reawakened a dark kinky side in him.

...back with Liam and Derek

"Ugh...fuck...that really REALLY stinks!" Derek groans, grabbing his banging head as he reawakens from Liams gas induced black out. The fart broke through Warren's weak hypnosis and brought Derek back to reality. "Uhm...Liam, sorry about.." "Its all good!" Liam says getting off the floor. The two get their heads straight and immediately go to help Scott and Theo against Warren.

"Theo? Scott?" Liam shouts, running into the room and immediately getting hit with a wall of the mixed farts and stinks. "Where's Warren? Did he do this?" Derek asks. The two come in to the sight of Scott being unconscious and Theo pulling a door in the far corner open. "Ye...yeah he unfortunately got Scott. But I hypnoed him into never coming back." Theo grunts as the heavy door finally opens to reveal a small utility room where Jackson has been for the last 2 weeks, Warren farming Kanima venom from him.

"Scott should be fine when he awakens tomorrow! I stopped Warren from getting a hypno command out! Derek you take Jackson here home with you, Liam and I can take Scott!" Theo says, taking a leadership role. No one questions him, Liam moving to help lift Scott's unconscious body off the floor and Derek calling Stiles to bring the jeep for him and Jackson. "Here's to never dealing with a hunter like that again!" Theo chuckles on the way out.

Later that night, after everyone had washed up and went to sleep after a long couple of weeks stressing, Theo sneaks out to go back to the bunker. With his flashlight in hand he searches, picking up any serum left behind and going to the locker again to grab the Dread Doctors book as he thinks back to farting on the weakened Scott earlier and putting him to sleep. Briefly flipping through the old damaged book he comes to a page Warren had marked in red. Theo looks in shock as he realizes is is a page dedicated to him.