Plumber's Stench (Extended)

Ever since your Dad joined a new plumbing company he was different. He seemed vacant, always distant and in a daze, starting to smell worse and worse after he stopped showering. The pungent fumes of his sweat now constantly filled the house, and you could even feel it start to affect you whenever you were near him.

For some reason one morning he asked you to join him at work. You didn't know why you said yes, too distracted by the smell to think clearly. You ended up in his truck arriving at a small building, heading into the garage. You walked in to find a huge man wearing a camo hat, a thick beard wrapping his face surrounded by other men that were just as rank as your father.

The man in the center nodded as you approached, sending the other men and your father off to their own assignments before turning to you. Your heart sank. The boss stank worse than the other men, your eyes beginning to water just from standing this close to him. He placed a hand on your shoulder, saying that you were going to be with him to learn the ropes, and began leading you to his truck.

You could only breathe through your mouth as you rode with him, ending up at the caller's house with an issue in the basement. You both were sent to the lower floor, left alone in a cramped space surrounded by cement. It was hot, sweat quickly drawn to your foreheads making his scent drip off him much more quickly.

You watched in shock as the boss began unbuttoning his shirt exposing his skin to the air, quickly overwhelming the room with his rancid smell. You couldn't tear your eyes from his body, seeing the thick curls spread across his skin that were soaked his stench.

"You look like you could use a whiff" He said, raising up his arm.

You didn't know what was happening. Your mind was empty, your body a vessel with nothing inside at that point. All you saw was his pit, your eyes glazing over as his scent flooded your senses, your nose was drawn into his thick bush and inhaling. The stench cascaded into your body, filling you up until you felt like a pool of his excess. You felt yourself falling, nothing but his scent surrounding you as your mind sank deeper and deeper, growing forever clouded by his fumes.

You were only able to follow his orders from that point. It was easy following his commands without a thought, grabbing the tools and supplies as he instructed, constantly pulled under his arm to refresh his scent. It took only a few times to lock it into you permanently, the only thing you would ever smell again.

You followed him like a good boy for the rest of the day, sweating and getting dirtier until finally you ended back at the garage. You could still smell his stench deep in your lungs, every breath tainted with his musk as your thoughts slowly returned to you. You just wanted your Dad to get back so you could go home, escape the hell you were put through happy to finally see his truck pull up.

The boss stepped forward as your father approached, leaving you standing behind them confused. You watched as Dad nodded before getting back into his truck and driving away. You felt a pit of despair as the boss turned back toward you. "Guess what boy? You're gonna stay overnight so I can fix you up real good" He said with an evil grin.

You didn't know how to feel, but the moment his arm was up again over your head you were gone once again. You dumbly followed him back into his truck, driving you both to his home. He wrapped his thick arm around you pulling you to his chest, your mind lost in the moisture coming off his body. He practically carried you into his house once you got there, your body struggling to stand as the odor tranquilized you.

It smelled like a sewer there. The place was a dump, trash everywhere, the windows covered in grime letting little light in. The air was so rancid and heavy, you could almost feel it weighing down your lungs like breathing solid. He used his imposing mass to steer you to his bedroom, by far the most foul-smelling room of the place.

You tried not to gag as you entered, revolted by the state of his bed. He tore your clothes off you before shoving you down onto its heavily stained surface, your weight sinking into the mattress that must have spent years soaking up his scent and grime. He kneeled above your body, pulling himself onto your chest where he pinned you down, breathing directly onto your face. You weren't sure which way was up anymore, your head high filled with fumes. It was useless to resist.

He could see the little light still left behind your eyes as your consciousness fought to stay alive. He brought his mouth to your lips and used is tongue to force them open, invading your head. It was less of a kiss and more of him breathing directly into your head, flooding any thoughts of yours out with his stench as your mind blinked out of existence.

He pulled back and flipped you over, placing your face right onto his soiled sheets where your body was kept in constant supply of his aroma. You felt his tongue sloppily ravaging your crack, entering your hole and prying it open, cleaning it. You didn't have any means to resist, you weren't sure what was even your body anymore. All you knew was that you were his to use and fill, feeling his shaft enter you for the first time that night.

You woke to find your face deep in his pit, his arm wrapping around you keeping you there. You breathed it deeply, your head quickly hit with a dopamine high bringing a smile to your face. Your hole was wet and leaking, several loads slowly dripping from your loose crack. You barely noticed the pain, an enjoyable numbness taking over the area.

You knew your place now, just another dumb worker to do what you were told, follow orders and obey. At work the next morning you were sent home to clean your father's pipes, and you couldn't have imagined ever having spent a better day with him.