Gym Towel (Extended)

You were sitting in the gym locker room trying to recover after your workout when you noticed a man walking in, catching your eye as he passed. He was sexy, his hirsute body exposed in a tank as you watched him throw his bag into a locker. "Fuck" He shouted, shifting through his bag.

You look at him strangely as he shuts his locker before turning and catching you in his gaze. 

"Missing my gym towel" He mentions, walking back over.

You smile gently when he passes in front of you, coming to a stop.

"Bet I could use you" He stated, lifting his arm into a flex before wrapping your hand behind your head.

You're stunned as he pulls your face directly into his pit, incapacitated by the stench reeking from under his arm before you return to your senses after a moment. You try to struggle, unable to pull yourself away as his hand wrings around your neck. You can't do anything as he pushes you in deeper, more of his scent seeping onto you. You feel helpless as he drags you over his chest to his other pit, your body no longer responding.

Confusion begins to settle in when your mobility doesn't return. You can still feel your body, but now his whole hand seems to wrap your neck as a feeling of weightlessness settles in. His arm falls to his side as he begins walking out to the gym floor, your body limp carried in his grasp.

"No" You think to yourself, trying to move or shout- but towels don't move or speak.

He makes his way over to a bench, throwing you onto its seat. Your body is left hanging half off it as he sits down, his taint pressed directly onto you as he begins his set. You're crushed by his groin every time he sits up, your body soaked by his cock sweat pressed from his damp shorts. You feel the moisture from his musky sack moving into you, dripping from above you like a warm shower. You can do nothing as he completes his set, your body left smelling entirely like his rank member.

He pulls you from under him in one motion, using you to clean his hands of the grime from the bar. You're surprised you can taste the grey mark left on you, the grease left by countless hands giving you a break from the stale taste of his sweat.

He stands with you in hand, pausing for a moment when he notices the pool left on the bench by his body. You tremble as he tosses you onto it, feeling your body quickly sinking into his essence. You can't breathe as you feel the fluid wash over you, drenching your skin before your body begins to absorb the moisture. You feel his sweat seeping into you as you lie there unbidden, your body growing heavier as it soaks in the moisture, leaving none left on the bench as you trap his scent.

He grabs you from the bench, carrying you to the next machine while you feel yourself start to leak. The moisture released by his grip streams down you, running to the bottom of your body before dripping away. You feel your senses begin to muffle, your thoughts simpler as your consciousness becomes diluted, falling onto the floor left to dry up. He uses you for the rest of his workout, constantly refreshing your reserve of sweat as more and more of your will vaporizes when he leaves you to air.

You barely have any sense of self left when he finishes his workout and returns to the locker room, damp towel in hand. He throws you into the bottom of his bag before piling his sweat-soaked outfit on top of you. The world plunges into darkness as he zips the bag closed, carrying you out of the gym with him. You feel the humidity inside the bag begin to increase as the clothes release their moisture, your body absorbing the droplets trapped inside the bag. You feel yourself begin to dry out once again for the last time, his scent permanently engraved in you taking over your world.