Sniff

Blake and Mark quickly pulled off their shirts and began passionately kissing each other; the two didn’t have much time before they each had to head out. The two groped at each other and savoured each other’s touch, their schedules had been so busy lately that they hadn’t had sex in weeks but they had the opportunity for a quickie and they weren’t going to pass that up. Blake pushed Mark onto the bed and jumped on top of him, kissing his boyfriend and groping his pecs. Blake then gave each of Mark’s nipples a little twist making him to wince in pain and pull an annoyed expression before going back to making out. Mark then raised his hands to feel Blake’s chest but Blake quickly grabbed and held them behind Mark’s head pinning them down. Mark was now visibly frustrated as his boyfriend's grip on his wrists started to hurt.

“Hey, not so rough” Mark said agitated through the series of kisses, but still Blake ignored him and kept him pinned down. Now with his arms above his head Mark was just able to get a whiff of something that made his nose wrinkle, with a few more curious sniffs he realised that it was his own armpits. Mark had been so excited to get back to Blake he had forgotten to shower after the gym and now he stunk like a locker room. Although Blake didn’t seem to mind or actually enjoyed it, Mark on the other hand was finding it very distracting he couldn’t focus on the foreplay with the stench of pit musk constantly drifting up his nostrils. Eventually Mark couldn’t take it any longer, from his own smell and from his own aching arms that Blake refused to let go of. 

“Stop, stop, stop.” Mark said turning his head away from Blake so he couldn’t kiss him quiet.

“What’s wrong babe?” Blake said innocently.  

“Could you please let go and get off me for a moment” Mark answered annoyed and Blake complied. “I can’t do this still stinking of the gym, I need to take a shower” 

“Oh don’t worry about that” Blake said grabbing Mark’s hand and trying to pull him back into bed “You know that stuff doesn’t bother me, in fact you manly musk turns me on” Blake purred as he gave a sniff in Mark’s direction. 

“Well it bothers me” Mark said as he marched towards the bathroom. “I don’t want to be smelling B.O while we’re having sex”.

“Fine but be quick” Blake sighed as he slammed himself down on the bed, his hard dick now starting to soften “I wish you didn’t care so much about smelling nice and being clean, especially before sex you’re just going to get all sweaty and nasty anyway.” Blake huffed as green smoke danced above his head before shooting into his ears and into his brain. 

Mark annoyed at his boyfriend’s comments responded with his own disappointments and desires “Yeah, well I wish you’d let me be the dominant one for a change instead of always been held down and sat on top of, but that’s not going to change any time soon is it?” As Mark was about to get in the shower the green smoke caught him, invaded his mind and held him in place. 

 Mark started to panic as he felt his body seize up, he tried to move but nothing seemed to work, it was as if he was frozen in place. He was just about to shout out to Blake when he saw a wisp of green smoke plume outwards and circle around his waist, both curious and petrified Mark watched as the fog danced around him and then he felt something on his skin. As the circle of green smoke slowly descended down his waist and over his crotch it left behind a black material and within moments the green smoke faded and Mark was looking down at a new pair of leather underwear. Mark couldn’t believe what he was seeing he looked down and at this reflection in the mirror to see that the underwear was real and had appeared out of thin air. Mark was both confused and scared; he would never wear anything so fetishy and uncomfortable so why had they magically appeared on him? However, Mark did have long to ponder his new attire as the green smoke appeared again and this time it circled around his head and slowly started to descend. This time Mark did shout for help.

“Blake, BLAKE GET IN HERE! GET IN HERE NOW!” Mark screeched as the smoke covered his bushy, perfectly styled hair but just like his new underwear the smoke worked fast and Blake hadn’t even got off the bed before Mark was left with a short buzzed, low maintenance cut. Mark looked in horror at his new hairdo, the short cut made him look more menacing and intimidating which Mark did not enjoy. He also didn’t enjoy the three new clouds of green smoke that were dancing around the bathroom, one on each of his hands and another on the floor below.

“What is it?”  Blake said sitting at the end of the bed, Mark was known to overreact so Blake wasn’t exactly rushing to see a broken nail or a spilt bottle of shampoo. 

“JUST GET THE FUCK IN HERE” Mark shouted, his voice now much deeper, commanding and imposing, the swearing also something he hadn’t intended to say but he didn’t have a choice.

At hearing the different voice Blake quickly got to his feet and rushed into the bathroom, half expecting to see a different man with his boyfriend, however just as Blake walked in the green clouds of smoke dissipated. So When Blake entered he saw Mark wearing an unfamiliar pair of leather underwear, with a new haircut he didn’t have seconds ago, standing next to a chair and holding a spool of rope in one hand and a black rubber gas mask in the other. 

Both men were naturally scared, Mark because he had literally been given a new haircut, underwear and items to hold from nothing and Blake because he had no idea what his boyfriend had planned with such strange items. Blake wanted to back away, he didn’t want any part of the strange fetish gear his boyfriend had on display but he soon found out that he couldn’t move his legs at all, they were frozen in place.  Mark on the other hand wanted to plead for his boyfriend to help him, to explain that something had given him new clothes and changed his hair, that he had no idea what these things were or what they were for, that he his voice had changed and it was scaring him, but what instead came out of Mark’s mouth was something very different.

“GET ON THE CHAIR NOW BOY!” Mark found himself shouting angrily at his boyfriend, he wanted to cup his hands over his mouth, to apologise to Blake and tell him that it wasn’t him but all his body did was stare and sneer at his clearly frightened boyfriend.  Blake on the other hand was terrified at his boyfriend's outburst but he still wasn’t going to be bossed around like that. He had intended on telling his weird acting boyfriend to fuck off and march out of the bathroom but unfortunately that’s not what Blake’s body did, instead with shock and fear in his eyes he found himself obeying Mark and with his head down he quickly sat in the chair. Mark then had a similar expression as his body didn’t waste any time wrapping the rope around his boyfriend and the chair and tying it tightly so there wasn’t even a chance Blake get free on his own.  Both men then looked each other in the eyes as Mark raised up the gas mask he had in his other hand, Blake looked up pleading for mercy for his boyfriend not to put that constricting mask over his head, while Mark looked down in sorrow unable to control what his new intimidating and demanding body wanted to do. The two men shared one last glance, a glance that would be the last one of the old Mark and Blake as the rubber gas mask was shoved roughly over Blake’s head. 

Blake started to panic as he felt the warm tight rubber around his face and head, he could barely see through the mask and breathing was hard as he was now forced to breathe through the long tube of the mask. All fresh air and old air passed through it making Blake even more terrified. Mark on the other hand was less distressed somehow not being able to see his boyfriends face and his scared eyes made him more relaxed, something he didn’t like at all. Something was changing him, turning him into something he wasn’t and even though he was trying to fight back, it was clear he was losing. Mark was even more shocked when he started to speak even though he hadn’t planned to.

“You like my musk don’t you boy? You want to smell my manly stench don’t you boy? And guess what? I want you to smell it too”.

Mark almost couldn’t comprehend what he was saying, this wasn’t him, he would never say anything like that and he hated smelling bad. Yet something inside him said differently, it told him he liked the bad smells his body produced and he liked it even more when Blake was forced to smell them. Even though he was repulsed by the new thoughts entering his head, Mark still found himself picking up the tube connected to Blake’s gas mask. Blake started to struggle as he saw what his boyfriend was about to but his rocking and mumbled pleas were futile. Mark continued to raise up the tube and lift up his arm revealing his bushy moist armpit, the stench of his unwashed pits seemed somehow stronger now making Mark recoil in revulsion. He couldn’t put his boyfriend through this, he may have enjoyed a little bit of musk during sex but this was too much, this wasn’t them, this wasn’t him. Mark tried hard to fight back against his body, he would never do anything so sadistic and cruel to Blake but the more Mark watched as his boyfriend shook and screamed into his mask they more his own dick grew hard and part of him started to enjoy being the dominant one. It was with that small glimmer of enjoyment that Mark lost his hold on his body and his hand shoved the end of the tube deep into the  armpit sending a wave of nauseating pit stink down into the mask leaving Blake no choice but to breathe it all in. 

Blake was in shock both at what Mark was doing to him and what he was forced to inhale, while during sex Blake might have caught a quick whiff of the pit odour and that masculine scent helped to turn him on further, now with the only thing he could do was smell the sweaty armpit he was just repulsed. With every breath Blake was forced to smell the intense aroma of his boyfriend’s unwashed hairy damp underarm, the pungent, bitter smell was causing tears to well up in his eyes and starting to make him cough as the onion like stench clogged his lungs. This coughing only turned Mark on more as while his mind fought back to gain control, his body shoved the tube against his pit blocking the flow of air. 

Blake coughed and gagged on the smell, he tried to control his breathing but soon he found it hard to catch his breath, Blake became panicked as he struggled to breath. They only thing could do was suck in the moist pit stinking air and there wasn’t enough of it, Blake struggled against the ropes trying to signal to Mark that he was close to suffocating.  After another minute of suffering for Blake and his throat now coated with the sweat of his boyfriend’s pits Mark eventually removed the tube from his pit and for about two seconds fresh air rushed into the mask allowing Blake some reprieve but Blake’s relief was short lived as he watched in horror as Mark quickly pushed the tube back into body, trapping the air and the stench inside. Blake screamed as this time it was much worse, not just because there was less air once again but this time Mark had placed the hose somewhere else.

Blake was almost in agony as a new stale smell rushed up his breathing tube and into the mask, the clammy, hot, salty smell of unwashed balls. With his lack of breath from before Blake had no choice but to take in long big breaths as his body tried to restore the oxygen it needed but instead it received larges gulps of tainted, musky air, air that made his gas mask steam up blocking Blake’s view of his perverse boyfriend. Blake tried to shout and plead for Mark to stop it, that his cruel game was over and that he didn’t like his musk anymore but it was pointless his shouts were muffled and ignored and every time he would need to breathe in more afterwards, assaulting himself with the stench of post gym sweaty nuts. Blake eventually just concentrated on not passing out as Mark would continue to limit his air, making him gag before quickly moving the tube to his pits or balls. While Mark had the beginnings of an erection, he was not enjoying the pain he was inflicting on his boyfriend, his coughs and shouts were awful for Mark to hear but he couldn’t regain control, his body was having too much fun. Both men couldn’t think things could get any worse but that’s when Mark found himself holding the tube against his balls for even longer. 

Blake would keep hoping his boyfriend would remove his tube soon as the air quickly vanished from the mask and soon Blake was struggling against the ropes again as he struggled to breathe at all, he actually suffocating.  Blake almost started to cry as he imagined his death being asphyxiated by his boyfriend’s sweaty, nasty testicles. Mark looked on at horror at what his body was doing, it was killing Blake, his struggles and shouts had now stopped and his body looked like it was becoming limper. Mark knew he needed to do something, he needed to fight for the one he loved and with all his might he fought back against the evil force that possessed him and with all his effort and strength Mark was able to do it, he forced the tube away from his balls and allowed fresh air to rush down the tube for his boyfriend to breathe in. Mark was so proud of himself, he had saved his boyfriend’s life and finally he was in control again… or was he. Mark screamed internally as his body gripped the tube hard and then shoved it deep into his ass, the hole now covering his asshole. Pleading with himself he begged his body not to do it, to not be so cruel to his loving boyfriend but it was too late, the submissive Mark was gone and the new musk master had taken his place as with a grunt he let loose a groaning spluttering protein fart and sent it rushing down the tube for his new boy Blake to sniff.

Blake had almost fell into unconsciousness when he felt the fresh air rush into his tube, at first he was elated that he wouldn’t be dying from the fumes of his boyfriends unwashed balls but soon Blake wished for death as the fresh air was followed by something much worse. Immediately Blake started choking as the toxic, foul smelling air of ass rushed into his nose and mouth. The intensified ass blast was so strong that Blake couldn’t help but cry the rotten smell of sulphur and poorly wiped butt overwhelmed him and poor abused Blake couldn’t take it any longer and broke down weeping into his mask as his new smelly master continued to torture him with his smells. 

It must have been at least an hour later that Mark finally stopped assaulting Blake with his various smells, from his pits, to his balls, to his ass and his feet Blake had surely sniffed every part of him and now was completely exhausted. Blake knew that even if he did have the opportunity to escape his body would be far too weak  and part of him also knew that his body would let him leave either, he couldn’t leave his master. Defeated and humiliated Blake waited for his master to remove his mask but was surprised when he only unscrewed the tube at the front. Blake looked up terrified at the sneering Mark his thick cock growing hard, Mark then grabbed his boyfriend’s head and turned it roughly towards the mirror and what Blake saw made him start crying all over again. It seems his job wasn’t quite finished just yet as Master Mark grbbed the sides of Blake's head and lined up his cock; he teased it in front of Blake knowing that he was going to have a lot of fun being the dominant one for a change.