Gym Towel
Added 2023-03-09 05:14:15 +0000 UTCYou 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.
