This is the refined schedule for the rest of summer as I have decided to finish up SummerOfStink2026 on August 21st. Any content I had planned for Week 10 has been distributed throughout the next four weeks meaning daily uploads!!
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S.Coups the Silencer : Smothered into Silence (Teaser Snippet)
"Any last words before you are silenced?" Coups laughs from above, the dim light casting only across half of his face to create a demonic looking smirk. For the first time, you were silent, choking in the heat of the moment and hyper aware of even the creasing fabric of the bed sheets. He does not exchange any more words. He just drops. Full speed onto your face without a care. You feel the matress compress underneath your head and hear the springs creak and cry for relief as you sink into it as if becoming part of his furniture. Your vision is consumed by the black lightless void of his deep cavernous crack, sense of smell already picking up the the deep lingering stench at his center as you feel the gelatinous cheeks creep and wobble around your hairline, slowly sinking around your ears until the hum of the air conditioning is no longer audible to you. It was sensory deprivation at its most stinking and cruel. "So much to say in that meeting, TOO much even! But don't worry, you will learn how to stay quiet!" His words are barely audible as you try to worm your fingers under his cheeks to push him off, only resulting in his ass moulding around your hands, fat sinking between each finger to pin them against the bed sheets and leave your helpless.
Most people would think the hardest part of having a boyfriend would be getting his father to be accepting of both his son being gay, and you being part of the family. Yet for you that was never an issue. Three years in and there was not a single problem you and your boyfriends dad couldn't work out. See within the first couple of family dinner evenings he had figured out you had a thing for ass. He didn't judge, instead he used it as middle ground.
"Tongue out!" He ordered, trying to fix his Nintendo switch while laying sprawled out on the large couch in his jockstrap. "Yes Daddy!" You answered, sticking your tongue out and plunging your face into the juicy cheeks. This was a weekly occurrence. His wife tried it once and could never do it again, but you? You couldn't resist and it kept the peace. "Fuuu....that's a steamy one for my little pet!" The dark chuckle played at you ego, but then the stench from the fart hit and you couldn't resist taking a big whiffs. This was your life now, part of the family, in love with the son but serving the dad.
*This was the first Dirty Desire I wrote for summer 🙃*
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I recommend that anyone that has been following The Wolf Pack storyline catch up and refresh on the posts from summer so far before the final post on Wednesday 👀
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"Such a hungry little beta aren't you?" Derek moans, Liam lapping his tongue against the sweaty armpit skin. It had been a couple weeks since a hypnotized Derek smothered Liams face in a hairy pit full of wolfsbane, but Liam had been fantasizing about it ever since. "Yes Derek! So hungry for your pits!" Liam grunts breathlessly between swipes of his wet tongue. Derek lets out a subtle grunt and within seconds Liams face is engulfed in a bush of thick hair suffocating him. "What did I tell you? How do you address me when we do this?" The armpit clamps down to suffocate Liam until the younger beta shakes.
"Sorry Daddy....I forgot." Liams whimpers, almost passing out in the forest of hair. Derek's grips his hair and yanks him to the other pit. "Go on! Worship that one too! The sweat isn't going to clean itself!" Liam is a weak mess, hard as a rock off Derek's pits while the dominant man barely broke a sweat commanding him about. "Get nice and deep! Suck all that sweat out so Stiles doesn't have to later!" Derek flexes his raised arm while reaching his other hand down to jerk off as Liam works his tongue deep into the armpit. "Tell me Liam..." Derek whispers into Liams ear, "Do Theo's pits turn you on this much?" The question snaps Liam from his submissive drone like licking. He was trained by Theo to stay loyal, yet Derek's pits were knocking down any resistance. "They....are...." Liams face gets trapped as Derek swings down his arm and traps the boys face in his pit again, this time allowing his pit hair to grow until it seeps into Liams nostrils and between his lips, allowing a struggling Liam to taste the sweaty strands unwillingly. "Too long to answer boy, Daddy expects honesty!" Derek just stands like a statue, jerking off as he effortlessly keeps a resisting Liam trapped in superior pit. Each twitch or cry is just a further turn on, and both wolves happen to blow their load at the same time.
"You want the same next week?" Derek laughs as he releases an almost unconscious Liam from his armpit trap. He only recieves an agreeing look from the Beta and a smile that signaled the more aggressive dominance was a new found desire. "And not a word to Scott, got it? Not that he'd even notice these days!"
The final week of Summer of Stink means one final soundtrack post, but this time it is a full finalized playlist with my favourite songs from each week along with some new additions, and it has kind of been ordered. Hoping you can all vibe in the stinkverse for one final week of summer posts :)
The blinds in Principal Stone’s office were drawn tight against the late afternoon light. Garrett was already on his knees when the lock clicked shut. He didn’t need to be told how to act after years of these secret meets. The moment the door sealed he shuffled forward on the thick carpet, eyes down, and waited.
Stone loomed over him, still in his full suit, the heavy silver watch glinting as he loosened his tie. He looked down at the younger man with the same calm authority he used in staff meetings. “Good boy,” he said quietly. “You still know how to please me after summer break interrupted these little meets of ours!" Garrett’s breath hitched a little, “Yes sir.”
Stone stepped closer, turned, and planted one polished shoe on the edge of the desk chair so that his ass was presented at perfect height. The expensive fabric of his trousers stretched tight across the thick, rounded cheeks. Garrett didn’t hesitate. He leaned in, pressed his face into the cheeks, and inhaled deeply through the cloth. The scent was familiar. Warm, musky, faintly sharp from a long day of sitting through meetings and decisions.
Stone let out a low, controlled fart, now relaxed into the session. The pressure pushed the trouser fabric against Garrett’s lips and nose. Garrett moaned softly and stayed exactly where he was, breathing it in like he was trained to do. “That’s it,” Stone murmured. He rested a heavy hand on the back of Garrett’s head, not forcing, just resting and guiding. “You’ve always been the smart one. That’s why I can talk to you like this.”
Another slow release of gas rolled out, longer this time. Garrett’s eyes fluttered. He nuzzled deeper, tongue pressing against the fabric, tasting the heat. Stone continued, voice even, almost conversational. “I’m announcing the retirement next month. Finally official. Once that happens, the board will start looking at candidates based on who the staff and student population is most favorable of. Rankin thinks he’s the natural successor. O’Brien thinks the same. Both of them will come to you. They know you’re respected. They know a good amount of the students listen to you.”
Garrett made a small sound of acknowledgment against Stone’s ass, not a word but more like a whimper. Another fart answered back to him, warmer, thicker. He stayed sealed, nostrils flaring as he took it. “You’ll have to choose carefully,” Stone said. His fingers stroked once through Garrett’s hair. “Rankin is polished. Political. He’ll offer you things like titles, easier schedules, maybe even a seat at the table in time. O’Brien is louder. He’ll likely be more threateneing.
Stone pushed back slightly, grinding the full weight of his ass against Garrett’s face for a moment, then eased up just enough to release another long, deliberate fart. Garrett sniffed it all up, cheeks flushing and cock hard in his trousers.
“I won’t tell you who to pick,” Stone went on. “But I will tell you this. Whoever you support will remember. And whoever you don’t… will remember too. You’re mine until the day I walk out of this building. After that, you belong to the next man who can keep you on your knees like this...or maybe you want a change from secretly serving the man in charge. Either way, you need to think and decide who to support!" Garrett’s answer was muffled, obedient. “Yes Lord Stone.” Stone smiled faintly and gave him another slow, heavy load of gas to breathe while the afternoon light faded behind the blinds.
Meanwhile.....
In the empty weight room on the far side of campus, Coach O’Brien had Captain Steel on the bench, face forced into the damp crotch of the coach’s grey sweatpants. The older man’s thick thighs boxed Steel’s head in. The smell was stronger, sweat and musk, the sharp stink of a man who had been training hard all day. O’Brien didn’t speak at first. He simply reached back, hooked two fingers into the waistband of his pants, and peeled them down just far enough. His heavy fat and furred ass settled fully over Steel’s face. The captain’s muffled grunt was swallowed by the cheeks.
Then the gas started. O’Brien’s first fart was loud and wet, the kind that made Steel’s eyes water instantly. He held the younger man in place with one big hand on the back of his neck and kept talking like they were discussing the next game plan. “Listen carefully, Steel. Stone’s on his way out. Everyone knows it. When the announcement drops, Rankin’s going to start making moves and making promises. I need to know where you stand.”
Another long, rumbling fart poured onto Steel’s face. The captain’s hands flexed on O’Brien’s thighs but he didn’t push away. He had learned better. “You’re the captain,” O’Brien continued, grinding down harder. “The team looks at you. If you stay loyal to me, publicly, privately, whatever it takes, then next year when I am Principal I will give you the job of Coach. But cross me....and lets just say it have the power to hold you back a year, strip you of captain, and make you earn endless extra credit as my ASSistant....just something to consider!"
Steel tried to answer. The words came out as desperate, muffled sounds against the coach’s eye watering hole. O’Brien laughed under his breath and released another powerful blast of gas, thicker and more sour than the last. “That’s right. You keep your mouth shut when Rankin comes sniffing around. You keep the other boys in line. You remind them who actually runs the physical side of this school. Do that, and when I’m sitting in Stone’s old office, you’ll be the one with the whistle and the title. Coach Steel. Has a nice ring, doesn’t it?”
He shifted his weight, fully smothering the captain now, and let out a series of shorter, sharper farts that left Steel dizzy and gasping whenever a sliver of air was allowed. The coach’s voice stayed calm with a hint of sadism. Steel’s reply was broken and obedient, spoken straight into the coach’s ass between forced breaths of gas. “Yes, Coach… clear.”
O’Brien smiled, pressed down harder, and gave him another long, claiming fart to seal the deal while the rest of the campus remained unaware of the quiet war already starting inside Shatterstone College.
The blinds in Principal Stone’s office were drawn tight against the late afternoon light. Garrett was already on his knees when the lock clicked shut. He didn’t need to be told how to act after years of these secret meets. The moment the door sealed he shuffled forward on the thick carpet, eyes down, and waited.
Stone loomed over him, still in his full suit, the heavy silver watch glinting as he loosened his tie. He looked down at the younger man with the same calm authority he used in staff meetings. “Good boy,” he said quietly. “You still know how to please me after summer break interrupted these little meets of ours!" Garrett’s breath hitched a little, “Yes sir.”
Stone stepped closer, turned, and planted one polished shoe on the edge of the desk chair so that his ass was presented at perfect height. The expensive fabric of his trousers stretched tight across the thick, rounded cheeks. Garrett didn’t hesitate. He leaned in, pressed his face into the cheeks, and inhaled deeply through the cloth. The scent was familiar. Warm, musky, faintly sharp from a long day of sitting through meetings and decisions.
Stone let out a low, controlled fart, now relaxed into the session. The pressure pushed the trouser fabric against Garrett’s lips and nose. Garrett moaned softly and stayed exactly where he was, breathing it in like he was trained to do. “That’s it,” Stone murmured. He rested a heavy hand on the back of Garrett’s head, not forcing, just resting and guiding. “You’ve always been the smart one. That’s why I can talk to you like this.”
Another slow release of gas rolled out, longer this time. Garrett’s eyes fluttered. He nuzzled deeper, tongue pressing against the fabric, tasting the heat. Stone continued, voice even, almost conversational. “I’m announcing the retirement next month. Finally official. Once that happens, the board will start looking at candidates based on who the staff and student population is most favorable of. Rankin thinks he’s the natural successor. O’Brien thinks the same. Both of them will come to you. They know you’re respected. They know a good amount of the students listen to you.”
Garrett made a small sound of acknowledgment against Stone’s ass, not a word but more like a whimper. Another fart answered back to him, warmer, thicker. He stayed sealed, nostrils flaring as he took it. “You’ll have to choose carefully,” Stone said. His fingers stroked once through Garrett’s hair. “Rankin is polished. Political. He’ll offer you things like titles, easier schedules, maybe even a seat at the table in time. O’Brien is louder. He’ll likely be more threateneing.
Stone pushed back slightly, grinding the full weight of his ass against Garrett’s face for a moment, then eased up just enough to release another long, deliberate fart. Garrett sniffed it all up, cheeks flushing and cock hard in his trousers.
“I won’t tell you who to pick,” Stone went on. “But I will tell you this. Whoever you support will remember. And whoever you don’t… will remember too. You’re mine until the day I walk out of this building. After that, you belong to the next man who can keep you on your knees like this...or maybe you want a change from secretly serving the man in charge. Either way, you need to think and decide who to support!" Garrett’s answer was muffled, obedient. “Yes Lord Stone.” Stone smiled faintly and gave him another slow, heavy load of gas to breathe while the afternoon light faded behind the blinds.
Meanwhile.....
In the empty weight room on the far side of campus, Coach O’Brien had Captain Steel on the bench, face forced into the damp crotch of the coach’s grey sweatpants. The older man’s thick thighs boxed Steel’s head in. The smell was stronger, sweat and musk, the sharp stink of a man who had been training hard all day. O’Brien didn’t speak at first. He simply reached back, hooked two fingers into the waistband of his pants, and peeled them down just far enough. His heavy fat and furred ass settled fully over Steel’s face. The captain’s muffled grunt was swallowed by the cheeks.
Then the gas started. O’Brien’s first fart was loud and wet, the kind that made Steel’s eyes water instantly. He held the younger man in place with one big hand on the back of his neck and kept talking like they were discussing the next game plan. “Listen carefully, Steel. Stone’s on his way out. Everyone knows it. When the announcement drops, Rankin’s going to start making moves and making promises. I need to know where you stand.”
Another long, rumbling fart poured onto Steel’s face. The captain’s hands flexed on O’Brien’s thighs but he didn’t push away. He had learned better. “You’re the captain,” O’Brien continued, grinding down harder. “The team looks at you. If you stay loyal to me, publicly, privately, whatever it takes, then next year when I am Principal I will give you the job of Coach. But cross me....and lets just say it have the power to hold you back a year, strip you of captain, and make you earn endless extra credit as my ASSistant....just something to consider!"
Steel tried to answer. The words came out as desperate, muffled sounds against the coach’s eye watering hole. O’Brien laughed under his breath and released another powerful blast of gas, thicker and more sour than the last. “That’s right. You keep your mouth shut when Rankin comes sniffing around. You keep the other boys in line. You remind them who actually runs the physical side of this school. Do that, and when I’m sitting in Stone’s old office, you’ll be the one with the whistle and the title. Coach Steel. Has a nice ring, doesn’t it?”
He shifted his weight, fully smothering the captain now, and let out a series of shorter, sharper farts that left Steel dizzy and gasping whenever a sliver of air was allowed. The coach’s voice stayed calm with a hint of sadism. Steel’s reply was broken and obedient, spoken straight into the coach’s ass between forced breaths of gas. “Yes, Coach… clear.”
O’Brien smiled, pressed down harder, and gave him another long, claiming fart to seal the deal while the rest of the campus remained unaware of the quiet war already starting inside Shatterstone College.
"3....2....1....and ACTION!!" The man yelled from behind the phone sceen, recording the two latest successful pledges carry out their last task as pledges. As it is Garret's last year before graduating he has decided he has no limits on pledge activities, so in his mind the more humiliating the better. The crowd that had gathered around start laughing and chuckling as Garret gets his ass licked and kissed publicly for the first time. These two were rich trust fund guys that thought they would get a free pass into the Frat just by paying. Unfortunately their attempt to bribe Garret just made them the first victim of public duties. "Fuck Garret when was the last time time you showered?" One of thr bystanders laughed. "Oh...Monday I think." Garret laughs, reaching back to guide the left sub into his stinking crack. "Thats Monday four weeks ago to be clear!" The pledges gags drown out even Garrets chuckle, stench and taste too strong. Thankfully his bright red face is pulled out and the other pledge is shoved in. "Fart....fart....FART!" The crowd chants. Garret being the showman and dom he is couldn't resist. There's a chainsaw like rip, gags from the pledge, the stink making the crowd cough slightly, and then the bang of the Pledge hitting the floor.
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The waft of a strange demonic scent awakes you from your deep sleep, bedroom filled with a faint green gas and pink flames as Jinu stands at the foot of your bed with a knowing grin. He doesn't give you time to even acknowledgehis presence, "Such a perverted stinking soul your have. I could smell it miles away!" A subtle boom comes from his direction and the stink in the room amplifies. However you kept huffing lightly on the eye watering scent, the demonic farts crumbling your fear and resistance to reach the part of you that enjoyed sniffing farts. "I can see you, trying to enjoy my smell without letting me know!" Another fart booms out and amplifies the growing cloud of gas to the point you have to take deeper sniffs to compensate for the thicker air. "You have never been able to fully experience this dirty little desire of yours before have you? Give your soul to me and you can live it out forever!" Jinu says is a soft velvety voice, turning around slowly and pulling his pants down to let you watch how his perfect hole pulses with each fart.
No longer able to resist, and partly no longer able to think freely, you crawl out of bed weakly with your thoughts dazed from demonic gas overload. Your hands grip his slim waist and your face pushes between his soft cheeks until your nose recieves a soft poof of gas. It is perfection. Everything you ever imagined. "Kiss my little gassy cannon and sign away your soul for an eternity of pleasure!" As if the command was already installed into your brain, your lips pucker to meet his pulsing hole of desire and you blow your load. Within seconds you are transported to a more hellish landscape and are no longer kneeling behind Jinu, instead strapped down onto a thick chair in what looked to be a town square in the Demon World. "What...what is this?" You snapped out of your lust filled ease. "I told you that you could live your fantasy out forever! You kissed my ass, traded your soul, and now you will stay here without any need for food, water, or sleep, cushioning any demon that decides to sit down and gas you out! Anyways, I have plenty of more weak minded souls to trick into eternal damnation. It was nice knowing you fart face!" Even as he vaporizes, Jinu's voice echoes in the air as the heavy footsteps of an 800lbs mega demon approaches you.
After just over a year since Changbin had his mega post, and two years since the first mega post which introduced Wonho The Titan, it is time to introduce another fat assed idol dom to the roster.
In just over a week SummerOfStink2026 will conclude with the arrival of S.coups (Coups for short), as you read about how he uses his blubbery, pants consuming, round ass cheeks to punish people and enjoy doing so. I am still deciding among a few of his dom titles, however below is the current working title of the story itself.
S.Coups : Smothered in Silence
Additionally.....I have also simultaneously started on another mega post, hoping to release next week aswell. However instead of a strictly new Idol dom concept, it will be introducing Mingi for Ateez to takeover Marks place in the Stinkverse dom lineup. Below is the title, aswell as a little snippet of the intro 🤭 Wonho had marked a slight shift in my writing a couple years back, and I hope these dual Mega Posts do the same!
Mingi The Melter : Melting the fan
"Ugh....mmmmhhh," you come around to consciousness, not sure how long you had been out cold. Your vision was blurry, barely able to make out what colour the carpet was as you dangled upside down over Mingi's back. Straining your neck you try to look at where you were being carried from, but it was just a long hotel hallway that only got longer as he continued to walk, the motion sensor lights shutting off slowly to shroud the distance into darkness. Exhausted from whatever had happened prior, and with the hanging upside down not helping, your neck returns to normal and your head hangs limp again against the soft yet warm ass of your abducter in his the skin tight leather pants. There is a short moment of stillness, Mingi subtly grunting, then returning to his slow walking pace as his silent fart starts to seep through his pants and burn your nostrils. Still too weak to use you neck fully, you have no means to move your hanging head from Mingi's ass cheeks, having to suffer in the stink of the mans gas cloud.
"Jackson....please!" Warren begged, laying paralyzed on his floor with just a cushion under his head. "You don't have to do this...What would Scott think? I will quit lacrosse if you want?" Warren's begging just pushed Jackson further into a dominance fueled haze. He had spent the last few weeks planning this, how he would torture the man that trapped him in a bunker for days on end. Only one torture seemed fitting. "And again! Hour 8 now right? Your family is probably wondering where you are! As for Scott, he is barely functioning as a leader lately, vaping and horny, so your face being sat on is the least of his worries!" Jackson grunts, slicing Warren's leg with his kanima venom tail the moment he sensed the mans movement returning. "Too bad that you couldn't find the strength to escape in all these hours Warren...after all that is what you said to me in the bunker right? Now you get to face the consequences!"
Warren watches in paralysed horror as Jackson tears apart his red underwear with an animalistic ease. "I hope your nose is hungry for some jock gas. I've been saving all of it especially for you!" Unable to resist or move, Warren is forced to lay still as the ass cheeks descend upon him, spreading as they make contact with his face, revealing the swampy environment he would be forced to endure until Jackson was satisfied. Before even fully getting into position Jackson lets a fart out into Warren's nostrils. Only whimpered gags and cries follow, no shakes or pushing possible. "I'm not a monster like you Warren so here's the deal. Your mouth still works fine. I expect my hole to be cleaned thoroughly, cleaner than ever before, and kissed like the prized possession it is! If you do that then I will let you go in a few hours. If not....." Jackson tenses up before a wave of gas gags Warren. "Then I will sit here and empty my gas tank all night long! Oh and Theo give me one of the Liam Fart Serum Vials he saved from the bunker!"
You don't know how he did it, how he made you barely 3 inches tall. Last night you were joking that he had been a little too uptight lately and that it was like he had a stick up his ass. Now you were wishing you had stayed quiet. He holds you between two of his fingers, hanging you underneath him as he teasingly jiggles his meaty thighs and ass cheeks. Each flex caused a strong gust of air to blow around you, your tiny form more sensitive to the slightest of breezes. You tried screaming but your voice barely registered to him, and even if he did pick it up the grin he was sporting made it clear he wouldn't care. Just as he finishes his teasing, a drop of sweat falls from his ass and lands square on your face. At your size, the droplet completely drowned your face, soaking your hair and making it impossible to breathe for a a few seconds until the salty and stinky liquid poured off of your body and on down to the floor. "TODAY!" Jake's voice echoes in the room like a giant roaring. "TODAY YOU GET THE PRIVILEGE OF BEING STUCK UP MY ASS! THEN WE SHALL SEE HOW MUCH COMPLAINING YOU DO!" You are swiftly lifted upwards towards the ginormous moon like cheeks. Mentally you want to resist, but even his pinky is larger than you so it is a feeble thought. His finger tip pushes against your back to force your through the thick stinking forest of dark ragged hair, not stopping until he feels your small head penatrate slightly into his hole. It is sludgy, the sticky sweat covering you entirely like a liquid film. The immense musk almost makes you pass out, but before your eyes can completely close over he pulls up his slacks and a fart roars out. To you it was like a hurricane of hot sticky sweat and stinky wind. Your only hope of freedom was for the farts pressure to blast your tiny body out of his ass and down his trouser leg. However to your horror your legs and arms get tangled in the long dense ass hair, like natural bonds to trap you in place. He hadn't even left the house yet and you wanted to pass out,
The moment rikishi sits his ass down on a victims face, it's already over. The hips start moving and the helpless face quickly gets sucked into its movements, following perfectly until directly in the middle of the giant black crack. That is what happened to Kurt as soon as he landed in the corner. He tried to resist, to use his neck muscles to pull his face out of the flow, but even he couldn't. His lips puckered against the sweaty skin and singlet as the movements forced his face to contort to the superior source of strength. As the fans cheered throughout the arena Rikishi just got more energized and amplified his speed. Kurt heard the rumors that kissing Rikishi's ass for a few seconds stopped the public humiliation and moved it backstage. So after almost a minute of being sucked into the black stinking hole, Kurt took the submissive way out. Rikishi stepped away from the corner for just a moment, flashing a smile to the crowd before butt dropping into the corner to stun Kurt and pin him for the win. "See you back stage Kurt...Big Kishi is feeling swampy down there tonight too so I hope you eat ass as well as you wrestle!"
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*900 word preview of the £10 5.3k word Marvel Rivals commision in which cocky Johnny Storn finally gets humbled by his teammates Wolverine, Gambit, and Venom. Below is the intro, and then sneak peaks of later in the story. Dm for purchase :)*
Themes: Unwilling victim, stink torture, Sweaty Socks/Feet, sweaty pits, hairy ass, facesitting, facefarting, forced ass kissing, bondage(Via symbiote), face crushing, forced milking.
"Johnny? Johnny!! Get back here!" Wolverine roars in the hallway as Johnny Storm walks away after the loss, havint already changed into a luxurious suit. "We need to talk Johnny! You can't play like that then walk away!" Logan roars, sprinting then pouncing on Johnny to catch the arrogant hero before shoving him through the door nearby that led to the private breakroom. "What the hell was that performance back there? You are the reason we keep losing!"
Johnny stumbles backward, the door slamming shut with a metallic bang that echoes off the walls, leaving him off balance and fuming. "Oh, real mature, Logan tackling me like some feral animal because your feelings got hurt during a match!" Johnny straightens his jacket with a theatrical flick, trying to regain composure despite the adrenaline spiking in his chest. "I was carrying that team on my back while you three were busy playing defense like amateurs." A cocky smirk tugs at his lips as you step closer, invading Logan's space with reckless confidence. "Besides, I've got a reservation at the most exclusive spot in town, so if you're done throwing your temper tantrum, I've got better places to be than getting a lecture from you."
Logan growls, a low, vibration in his chest that sounds more predator than man. "Carrying us? Kid, you were playing solo while we were bleeding out." Before Johnny can fire off another witty comeback, Logan moves with startling speed. He produces a sleek, metallic device a SHIELD power dampening collar from his pocket and snaps it around Johnny's neck with a vicious click.
The moment the device engages, the cocky hero's inner fire flickers and dies. The warmth that usually radiates from his skin vanishes, leaving him feeling uncharacteristically cold and powerless. "What the hell! Logan, take this off!" Johnny yelps playfully, thinking it is a joke and clawing at the metal, but the collar holds firm.
"First lesson boy, shut up and listen," Logan rumbles, his voice dripping with dominance. He doesn't wait for Johnny's protests. Instead, he shoves the powerless hero down onto the breakroom bench, forcing him into a vulnerable position. The cocky smirk vanishes from Johnny's face as Logan looms over him, the musky, wild scent of leather and sweat filling his nostrils. "You think you're too big for the team? Too important to follow orders?" Logan snarls, stepping closer and tearing at his clothes until his thick, hairy thighs press against Johnny's legs. "Well, we're gonna break that ego of yours down until you remember exactly where you fit in." He grabs Johnny's chin roughly, forcing him to look up at him as he prepares to show exactly how humiliating failure can be. "Logan…stop this nonsense and let me go man!'
Logan doesn't answer with words; instead, he responds with action. He grabs Johnny by the collar of his expensive jacket and drags him off the bench, forcing him onto his knees on the cold floor. The humiliation hits Johnny harder than any punch even the Hulk could land. "You don't get to walk away from a lesson, kid," Logan growls, his breath hot against Johnny's ear. The mutant begins to strip off his boots, revealing thick, sweat stained socks that reek of a long day of combat and exertion. "Since you love being the center of attention so much, let's give you something real to focus on." Logan peels off and shoves one of the damp, salty socks into Johnny's mouth, muffling his outraged protests into incoherent whines. The taste is foul, overwhelming Johnny's senses and reinforcing his helplessness under the power dampener.
Logan then shifts position, straddling Johnny's lap to assert total control. He leans and presses his musk flooded hairy armpits against Johnny's flushed face, forcing the younger hero to inhale the raw, animalistic musk of a predator as the sweat from the sock gag drips down his throat. "Smell that? That's what actual hard work smells like. Not hairspray and cologne." Logan leans back, pressing his heavy weight down, deliberately making Johnny feel every inch of his dominance as he prepares to demonstrate exactly how little Johnny's celebrity status means in this room. Logan's weight pins Johnny's hips to the floor, and the humiliation deepens as the animalistic man shifts, grinding his coarse hair against Johnny's cheek. "Still think you're the star of the show, princess?" Logan taunts, sensing the younger man's pulse hammering against the collar. With a cruel grin, Logan adjusts his positioning again, presenting his rear directly against Johnny's trapped face. "Since you can't learn to play nice, maybe you'll learn some respect."
Sneak peak at Gambit:
"Don't you dare pull away now, petit," Gambit growls, grinding his hips in a slow, punishing circle that forces Johnny's tongue to make contact with the coarse hidden hair at the centre of his hole. "You wanted to be part of de team, non? Well, dis is de real work." Logan chuckles from the sideline, a deep rumbling sound that signals his approval of the Cajun's methods. Johnny's protests dissolve into weak, wet whimpers as he realizes there is no escape from the overwhelming sensory overload. The musk of the Wolverine, the leather and gas of the Cajun, and the relentless physical pressure that refuses to let him breathe anything but their stink and dominance. "Kiss it! Gambit wants you to kiss his hole! Then I will know you have accepted your place in the team and can follow an order! Or else, maybe Gambit needs to use his Kenetic powers on his big glutes heh? Make them glow purple, drop on Johnny's little smug face and BOOM, nose reshaped?"
Sneak Peak at Venom:
Every time Johnny tries to muster the strength to yell or protest, Venom responds by tightening the cocoon and allowing Eddie Brock's ass to slip onto Johnny's face to grind his full weight down once more, sealing Johnny's humiliation with another wet, thunderous release that fills the space between the symbiote's skin and Johnny's face.
After a brutal period of restriction and torture, venom finally stands up at Johnny's side, allowing the symbiote cocoon to remain from Johnny's toes up to his neck. "Logan….foot?" Venom grunts. Within seconds Johnny's tear filled eyes are staring up at the sweaty descending foot of the Wolverine. The swampy skin smashes against his face and the smell hits again immediately, but this time the symbiote wraps around and cocoons the foot tightly against Johnny's face, toes forced in between his lips.
It was friday yet again which meant it was that time of the week you regretted a decision you made months ago. Your dad's boss Matthew, had offered to hire you as an temporary admin assistant. The pay wasn't great but as your first job out of highschool it wasn't too shabby. However a few months ago you went to see him about potentially staying at the company, working your way up like your dad had. Mathews offer was vague, saying stuff like "Extra duties" "Earning your place" and "Being of Assistance". You didn't pay much attention, thinking it was just corporate talk. Now you were months deep into said extra duties. Worshipping his million dollar ass each friday evening after his weekly Chinese or Mexican takeout. Each drop of sweat and each fart was a reminder of what being too eager had gotten you, but also a trigger to start thinking if your dad had done the same before you.