Pitted

You noticed the bouncer seemed to have taken an eye for you after letting you in. You were trying to ignore the feeling that his gaze was still on you as you spent your time in the bar. You kept glancing up at him almost as if to miss his stare, his eyes seeming to turn away the moment you moved your head up toward him.

You couldn't push the memory of passing him from your head. A smell of damp sweat had been concentrated around him, forcing you to breathe through your mouth at the time. You could almost perfectly reimagine it, its taste returning to your tongue as you thought of it. You could hardly think about how bad it could get on this hot summer night

You only had a few drinks when you found him at your side saying that you needed to get out. You felt yourself immediately overwhelmed by the smell surrounding him, finding yourself struggling to focus on the situation. You didn't know what you'd done but knew better than to argue, lead away by his grip.

He was much more pungent than when you first were near him. It must have been due to the time he'd been standing outside, his stench much more intolerable given how close he was to you. You felt yourself quickly growing dizzy, head swimming from his fumes as he lead you out. He didn't take you out the front however, placing you in the back alleyway facing a brick wall.

You were trying to get your bearings when you turned to face him, unable to look away as he pulled of his shirt revealing the hair-covered mass that was his body.

You felt like a deer in headlights seeing for the first time what a massive beast he was. His arms and chest were massive, two slabs of meat being his pecs curtained by giant limbs. His neck barely had any shape, holding up the thick stump that was his head. His skin was painted with matted curls of fuzz, holding the stench that seeped from him.

You were breathing heavily, each one of your gasps filled with the toxins escaping his body. You realized you hadn't moved once his gaze finally returned to you, crushing you with a stare filled with hunger. He placed a single hand on you and used it to push you back against the wall. Your thoughts struggled to comprehend the unstoppable force that seemed to back it. It was like just being in his presence had sapped the strength out of you, your mind unaware that the fumes from his body were slowly weakening your system.

He raised his arm in a flex that you couldn't look away from. Black tendrils spread out from his pit like a virus, leading your eyes right into the damp bushed crevice filled with his sweat. As it came closer you felt your body heat up, your senses going numb as your head moved into it. Its flavor exploded in your mind, the world fading away into black as your thoughts were washed away by its waves of musk, with your consciousness slowly drowning in the humidity that filled you.

You felt it altering your psyche, replacing your individuality with a need to serve him, consume his scent. Your body was limp in his grasp, held up against the wall by the weight of his body pressing into you. Your mind was entirely smothered by his musk by the time he pulled back, your eyes glazed over in fumed servitude, needing nothing else than to spend time basking in his taste. You spent the rest of your night obediently sitting by him, taken home where you were put in place permanently.