Doormat
Added 2023-07-24 23:07:14 +0000 UTCNick lay propped on his bed in his tight jockstrap, waiting with his ass toward the unlocked door. His eyes trailed through the fur covering his shoulders, unable to remember what it had been like smooth. Untarnished. He could smell the constant sweat and cum that had dried in it, soaking into his skin. He couldn't ever manage to wash it all away, forced to get used to the smell engrained in him. Yet he knew he hadn't always been like this.
He remembered being unable to stay away from the backrooms of bars, somehow finding himself in them each night. He'd end up on the floor under other men's boots with the rest of the filth. Spit on, cum on, pissed on. It felt right. He couldn't get enough, his mind drinking in the moments with twisted pleasure. He loved being degraded, feeling the sharp heels digging into his back as his body picked up the filth and grime from the floor. He couldn't stop himself from craving it, imagining it as punishment for indulging in it.
It wasn't long until his body began to adapt, thick hair sprouting across his back and shoulders to further soak in the fluids that covered him. He was no longer just a body on the floor but a rug meant to be used and stained, stepped over. To drink in the filth around him like a carpet, soaking up all the sweat and cum dripping from the men above him. It was only appropriate.
Now he no longer needed to seek those places, instead seen by multiple men a night at his place. He'd send out messages on the apps to get them to come, several already visiting him routinely. It wouldn't take long for them to finish, paying no thought to him other than they would a doormat. That's all Nick needed from them to be made to feel useful, unable to prevent himself from feeling bliss.
