Alpha Musk (Extended)

Ever since your friend started wearing a chain around his neck, he started acting like a dick, obsessing over 'being alpha'. He had started to grow his beard out, something about promoting masculinity with his entire wardrobe reduced to tank tops. He had stopped showering entirely, saying the dumbest shit about how natural musk made him dominant. More like a dumb ape.

What shocked you was how fast his body changed. Body hair spread across his skin like wildfire, covering every inch. The biggest change was his muscles. Despite his new fur coat, his body boasted a strong physique, toned muscles showing on his figure. Somehow, whatever he was doing was working.

You were over at his place when he was on another one of his dumb tangents, talking about how other men were weak and meant to serve him. His house was a mess now, filled with the smell of his body odor making it even more difficult to listen to him. You were barely following along anyway, trying to pay attention to your phone ignoring the implication directed toward you. He was going on about how it had to deal with pheromones, how you had to let your body hair grow to trap it. That having a strong musk around other men made them submissive.

"Weak men like you" He finished with, his gaze set on you like concrete.

"Fuck off" You said. You'd put up with him since he'd been your friend for so long, but that was too far.

"Oh yeah?" He said, smiling at having gotten a rouse from you. "I'll prove it" He followed, raising his arm in the air and pointing under it. "You belong right here"

You put your phone in your pocket and got up, trying to leave when he pulled you into him and pinned you against the wall, his pit directly in front of your face.

"Breathe" He whispered, his body weight forcing your breath out of you.

You struggled as you watched the curls of hair from under his arm getting closer, taking up your entire vision until you had no other choice but to inhale.

The smell of his house was bad, but this was ten times worse. It felt like a solid falling into your body, weeks of unwashed sweat and dirt thrown into you. Your lungs gasped trying to get the smell out of you, only drawing more in. What had started as a smell now became a taste, the fumes of his sweat saturating in your body, filling you like a liquid. 

It felt like you were drowning. Your body was shutting down, your muscles losing strength. Somehow you kept on breathing, your lungs replenishing themselves with the poison unable to stop. You were trapped in your own body, the scent replacing every sense you had.

"Yeah, that's right boy, nice and easy"

You were panicking. You were at the mercy of your friend, paralyzed, your body held up only by his strong arms. Finally he relaxed, letting your face out of his pit, but the taste of him stayed in you, embedded in your system. He let you down onto the floor, your head level with his groin as he started undoing his pants. They dropped a moment later. 

Your eyes could hardly focus, but you could make out his cock, just as hairy and filthy as the rest of his body.

You realized you were moving forward without his touch. You didn't know why or how, but your head was headed straight toward his junk, the thick shaft slipping into your already open mouth. 

It felt like it headed directly into your brain, the rod stiffening, entering your mind. It was like it was meant to be there, surrounded by the flavor of the rest of his body. Precum began dribbling out of it once it reached full mast, reinforcing your place as a submissive under him. It was the beginning of much more to come, your service to him having only just started.