Date: Thu, 1 Sep 2011 19:17:54 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jason White <scentslave84@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dominated by Ben - part 1

Let me give you a bit of background around for this story. I had recently
transferred jobs within my company and was now working in a new department.
I now worked closely with a team of two other people, one of whom was also
new like me, and this other guy, Ben, who had been in the group for about 6
months at this point. Because I was new to the job, Ben acted as a sort of
mentor to me, helping me learn the ropes and navigate the new job I had. I
can't say I minded - while not the typical sort of guy I went for, Ben was
growing on me. He was very short (around 5'6") but also very muscular. You
could see the defined outlines of his arms and chest through his
button-down shirts, and he had a great ass. He played hockey outside of
work and had the bubble-butt to prove it. He was fairly hairy with dark
hair on his arms and a scruffy look on his face. Again, not necessarily
what I would pin down as my type, but there was something about him that
got me all horned up.

So this brings me to the day these events took place. Ben and I were
working late in his office on some things that needed to get sent off
before we left. Pretty much everyone else in he office had already left at
this point and we were getting a bit anxious to leave ourselves. It had
been a hot summer day, and Ben had some nice pit sweat going through his
shirt. I have a bit of a manscent fetish, so the site of this got me a bit
turned on. Ben was writing something on the whiteboard, and all I could
focus on were his pits. I was staring a bit too long at the stain under his
armpit, and he caught notice.

"Dude, are you staring at my pits? I know, I know, I sweat through my shirt
from time to time. Don't make me so self-conscious about it. Why don't you
get up here are write on the board and I'll sit down?"

"Nah, it's fine. I'll stay here. Sorry for staring." In reality, I was not
at all sorry for staring but couldn't get up because I had a rock hard
boner going. In an attempt to cover this up, I fidgeted a bit too much and
Ben again caught notice.

"Wait...are you getting turned on by my pits? Seriously?"

"No, it's not that. I can explain."

"Nah, man. That's fucking awesome. I am so fucking horny right now and
could use someone to take out my aggression on. Who knew all along that you
were the guy. I can try out all of the kinky shit I want to that my wife
won't let me do.  You like the sound of that?" His question to me was not
really a question but a demand as this smirk came over his face. Ben
removed both of his shoes and then his socks in the blink of an eye, and
before I knew it, he was sitting on top of me and tying my wrists together
behind my chair with one of his socks. "Now what to do with this other
one?" With that, he shoves it in my mouth.

He gets off me and takes a step back to look at his handywork. "Damn, this
is gonna be fun. How's that sock taste? My feet can get pretty rank. But
you like that shit, don't you. You are hard as a rock right now. Well let's
keep this going." He unbuttons his shirt and throws in on the floor and I
get a great view of his big hairy pecs. He raises one arm to expose his
armpit and takes a whiff of himself. "Yep, all nice and ripe for you."

He walks back over to me and sits down yet again on my lap, now positioning
one of his pits right in my face. "Take a nice big whiff of that. I want to
hear you sniff the stink in." I am more than happy to obey him and take a
nice big whiff of his ripe, hairy armpit. Man, did it smell good. It had
the perfect amount of musk and stink, and the sweat that was still on the
hairs was getting all over my nose. "Now, I want you to lick it for me." He
took his sock out of my mouth and I immediately darted my tongue into the
bush of armpit hair and started to taste the sweat.

"That's it, lick my fucking pit. And when you are done with that one, I
have a whole other ripe pit waiting right over here for you. You want it?"

I take a second's break from licking his pit to respond. "Oh god, yes. Give
me that pit, Ben." I wrench my head over to his other armpit and dive right
in there. Ben grabs hold of the back of my head and pushes it even deeper
so my whole face is engulfed by his sweaty, hairy, rank, perfect pits.

"Alright, enough of that. That was just step one." He gets off of me and
looks at me, still tied to the chair, "Wow, you are pathetic looking. Your
face is dripping right now with my pit sweat. You're fucking gross. And I
know what you want now." He comes back over to me, but before he reaches
me, he turns around. I hear him unzip his pants and then he pulls the down
to reveal some tight black boxer briefs hugging his amazing bubble of an
ass. I don't have too long to admire the view before he backs his ass up
right into my face, so my nose and mouth are in his crack and the back of
my head is against the wall. "You are gonna love this one." His ass already
smelled like pure man, but then I heard him clench and out came a deep
booming fart right in my face. It was nasty. I mean I like man scents more
than most people I know but Ben's farts were pretty bad. I tried to scream
out but my voice was muffled by his ass. "What's that? You want another?
Alright, I think I can get one going for you."

There I was, face deep in my manager's ass, an ass that I stare at
constantly throughout the day. An ass that I always have wondered what it
would be smell like. And now my fantasies have come all too true. I wanted
to smell the musky smell that a man's ass has at the end of a long day, not
Ben's rank farts blown straight up my nose. All these thoughts are running
through my head as I squirm to break free. "Nope not getting free just yet,
bud. Got one right...here for ya." And with that, a higher-pitched forceful
fart comes hits me right in the face. "Damn, that one reeks from up
here. Bet you are loving this; at least your cock is." My cock was rock
hard. I guess somehow, despite how bad I kept telling myself his farts
smelled, I was oddly and completely turned on by Ben's dominance and
humiliation.

"OK, enough of this middle school bullying. We are real men here, or at
least I am." He gets off of my face and I can see the imprint of where my
nose and mouth were so tightly pressed into his ass crack. Ben then
proceeds to pull down his boxers, revealing a tight, muscular ass that is
covered with a thin layer of hair all over. "You ready to rim my asshole,
boy? You better do it well too, or you know what's coming for you, and this
time no underwear to block the brunt force."

"No, I can't take that."

"You can and you will. You little fucking pig. All this time I had no
idea. Oh, the fun we will have from now on. Alright, now I want to feel
your nose in my crack, and your tongue against my hole." Ben backs up so my
face is engulfed by his monster ass. My face is pressed right up in his
crack, and my nose and mouth are immediately matted by the hairs lining his
crack. There was the definite lingering scent of shit mixed into the sweat
that lined the hairs. Damn his ass was rank, and yet I was again, oddly
turned on. "Come on, boy. You better start tonguing my ass, or I am going
to rip one right in your face." That was something I did not think I could
take, so at once I stuck out my tongue and started licking up and down his
crack. "Oh yeah, fuck. That's it. Lick me nice and good."

I continued to lick his ass for a minute. "Alright, now. Enough of that
licking. I want to feel your tongue inside my hole." I tried to say
something in protest, but I couldn't get any words out so simply moved my
head back and forth to say 'no'. "That wasn't a question. You stick that
tongue up my shitter or I am going to rip a nasty fart right in your
face. You hear me? 1...2..."

As Ben said "2", I knew I had no choice. I stuck out my tongue and pressed
it hard against his hole, which slowly started to loosen up and open. I
pushed my tongue in and moved in around in circles and in-and-out. "Fuck
yeah, that feels so good. Keep it going." Ben's moaning and hot words of
encouragement from above made me completely ignore that fact that I was
face deep in his ass and stick my tongue up his dirty whole. I continued to
tongue-fuck him for a few more minutes, before he finally moved away.

"Alright, now I'm good and hard, just like you. Get up and bend over my
desk."

"What?"

"Did I stutter? I said, bend over my desk. I am going to fuck your brains
out. Come on, you know you want it."

"Ben, I don't think I can"

"Well, you don't have to do anything. All you gotta do is get the fuck up
and bend over my desk. You don't want me to tell everyone that you love the
smell of my pits and my farts and that you went to town sticking your
tongue up my asshole, do you? " He had me there. While it was all true, I
didn't want everyone to know. Ben came over and untied me, and I
reluctantly stood up. Before I even stepped forward, Ben pushed me over to
his desk. "Now take off your clothes." I took off my shirt and pants, and
Ben then yanked down my boxers so I was there naked. Applying all of his
strength on my upper back, he got me to bend over the desk, and I could
feel the cold wood on my body.

"Now to get you all lubed up. Don't want to be too mean." Ben spit on his
fingers and then proceeded to massage my hole. "That's it. Open up for me."
One finger went in and I flinched. "Wow - you are tight. This is gonna feel
so good." Once he felt comfortable with the one, he added a second.

"Damn, fuck. Ben, stop!"

"Nope, not gonna happen. And to quiet you up, let's see what we can do." He
removed his fingers from my ass and grabbed his boxer-briefs. He bent
forward on top of me and placed them right over my head so that my face was
in the spot where his ass had been. This whole time, I feel his hard-on
pressing right into my crack. "There ya go. That's better. Now let's just
line this up, and..." I felt him thrust right into me. As he pushed his
cock into my ass, he grabbed the back of his boxers and pulled so my body
was lifted off the desk. It was like he was riding me, and every time he
pulled I got a nice whiff of his ass.

Ben pounded away at my ass, hard and fast.

"Ahhhh, fuck! Ben."

"Yeah, that's right say my name. Your ass feels so fucking good" Ben was
now thrusting even harder. All the way in and then all the way out so just
the tip was in my hole. My ass was on fire, and even after minutes of him
pounding, it was not easing up.

I couldn't even get any more words out. I was just whimpering at this
point, hoping that he was close. And not a moment to soon, I feel a strong
jerk on the underwear and my head shoots back. "Oh, FUCK! Oh, YEAH!
Ahhhhhhhh. Right up your ass." And then he lets go and collapses on top of
me. After another 30 seconds or so, he pulls his underwear off my head and
gets off me to put his clothes back on. I am still lying there, unable to
move. Once Ben has his clothes on, he comes over to me and pats me on the
shoulders, "Come on boy. Get up."

I slowly get off the desk and walk over to my clothes with an awkward
waddle. "I'm not going to be able to walk right for a week. You always fuck
that rough?"

"Nah, extra special. Just for my little scent slave. Hurry up and put on
your clothes so we can get outta here."

"Where are we going?"

"My place. Wife's out of town and I got a whole lot of sweaty, rank hockey
equipment that you are going to love. It will be like Christmas, except
your ass will hurt a lot more." And with that last comment, Ben gave me a
good hard slap on my ass.


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