Alpha's Towel
Added 2023-09-16 17:47:13 +0000 UTCIt's not often to come across the used towel of an alpha male. They'll be in a daze lying on the floor, having soaked in the alpha's musk, just a random patron to the gym turned victim. They'll be reeking, covered in their own sweat combined with anyone else's who'd used them. They'll be this way as long as there's another body they can lick.
It starts in the locker room, a clueless target coming face to face with a behemoth of a man. A line of sweat on the floor leads to the giant's feet as it drips from their body, the room quickly growing cloudy with the smell of sweat. The inferior man's mind can barely comprehend the situation as their face is immediately forced into the sweat-sheened body of the oppressor, their head flooded with waves of fresh musk.
They'll be lead by the back of their neck to the deep crevices of the alpha's muscled body, dragged into the furry patches of the pits and groin. Their consciousness will be gone, replaced with the moisture of the alpha's sweat wanting nothing more than to absorb more. Soon all the musk from the dominating body will have been moved to the towel's, the rag dripping with a new smell that keeps invading its nose until it dries out.
Now it lies on the floor, willing to serve anyone else wanting to use it, anything to remain in this state permanently.
