Rick and his husband had never been the picture-perfect couple. They fought constantly, both stubborn and headstrong. Rick was tired of having to put up with the constant complaining and bullshit, but luckily he had something for his husband on the days he'd had enough. He kept it in his gym bag, never washing it, a faded jockstrap containing years of his sweat. His husband's mind wasn't able to handle it.
One firm press over the husband's face was enough to send them into a comatose state, uncontrollably huffing the damp fabric on instinct. Their mind would be empty, compliant, the perfect toy to breed. Rick wasted no time taking advantage of the husband's condition, fucking him hard and rough, enjoying feeling power over his usually defiant partner. Soon their ass would be soaked in cum while their mind soaked in the concentrated musk.
Once finished, the husband would be left in a state of dazed obedience. They would do anything they were asked, their mind stuck dumbly compliant waterlogged with Rick's scent. They were nothing more than a submissive drone for the rest of the day, happy with their thoughts taken off things, Rick enjoying the time wondering why he didn't do this more often.