House Daddy

You thought you'd struck gold finding a cheap room owned by a guy in a good neighborhood. You quickly signed a roommate contract and moved in, bringing all your stuff into the new space with the help of the owner. He was older, with a full trimmed beard that had a little white at the edges. Something seemed a little off about him when you shook his hand for the first time however. You weren't sure if it was his patronizing manner or domineering stare, but you placed it in the back of your head thinking you'd get over it.

He seemed to grow much more comfortable once you were living there, beginning to discard his clothes around you. You tried not to stare as he displayed more of his carpeted body in the house, revealing more and more of the furry mass of curls that covered him. Soon all he wore inside were his caps and briefs, paying no mind o you. It was as if he'd only tried for first impressions. Now he avoided the shower and barely flushed, quickly stinking the place up with his smell.

You thought you could handle it keeping your door closed, but it was no use as the ventilation allowed it to spread to your room. You were sitting in the living room, thinking of what you could say to him when he walked in with just his underwear. You didn't notice him as he glanced at you, taking a second before approaching.

You looked up as he came into your vision, finding yourself staring at the sweaty matted curls on his body as he stood over you.

"You doing alright, boy?" He asked.

"Yeah…" You trailed off, lost in your thoughts.

They didn't last long once a wave of dizziness hit your head. You found your stare was locked to him, trapped sinking into the dark swirls that combed over his body. You had tunnel vision, unable to look away, feeling yourself entranced as if you were being hypnotized by the sight. Then you felt his smell in your head.

That's when you realized it. You weren't being affected by his fur, but the smell trapped in it, the scent dripping off him from the sweat drenching his body. You felt its humidity in the room, flooding your nose, sinking into your brain. You tried to move, speak, but your body no longer responded, your mind numbed by his musk from your face sitting so close to the source.

All you could get out was a groan as he placed a hand around the back of your head, drawing you to his damp skin. In moments his smell had flooded your system, wiping away any remaining thoughts not already consumed by his stench. All your sense of self had been dissolved, your mind empty as your body continued taking deep breaths of the poison on instinct.

"You're gonna make a good slave for Daddy" He said. Your tongue was already out, dripping drool onto his body to get more of his flavor inside you as he led you down to his cock.