Jungle

by Regress Returner

請不要舉報我，我不想被禁止，我只是在這裡複製這些故事，因為我想離線閱讀。

"Nice job, dude." Hank, a well-built hunk of personal trainer said as he patted his client on the back, a slightly shorter slim young man, who didn't look a day older than twenty. "Not bad to end your first week, huh Corey?

Corey smiled back as he took off his blindfold, brushing his fair hair back, his sightless eyes revealing a very faint hue of blue. Every blind person he knew wore sunglasses all the time, so Corey thought he might as well be different and wear a dark blindfold for a change, having completely forgotten to take into consideration how drenched it would become after a rough session at the gym. He had signed up to that gym, the Jock Jungle, after his mother Karen had threatened to file a complaint over the lack of inclusivity shown when the receptionist had cautioned them that Corey's blindness could present an issue.

Thankfully, Hank had been there to witness it, and offered to help Corey around, saving the day and allowing the gym to save face. Having lost his sight quite early in his life, Corey's blindness was barely a handicap, although he still needed help with some things, namely setting up weights to make sure he was placing in the correct ones.

Regardless, Hank's offer had been a very welcome one, as he was quite the demanding trainer, pushing the young man to his limits in ways he had never been before.

"I think this might be it for me. I won't be able to move all weekend!" Corey complained slightly, but Hank just dismissed him with a friendly pat on the back.

"It's all gonna be worth it when summer comes man. Why don't we hit the sauna before we call it a day?" Hank asked, handing Corey his walking stick but also offering his bare, muscular arm for the young man to cling against.

"I can walk by myself, Hank!" Corey whined, but nonetheless began walking along with Hank, tapping whatever he could find with the tip of his walking stick, wanting to memorize the gym's layout so he wouldn't have to depend on Hank in future sessions, feeling like Hank was a little too overbearing sometimes, even if the young man had no idea of the real reasons why Hank was so protective of him.

One of those potential reasons, a man near his thirties, was working on the chest press, looking at Corey as they made their way to the lockers, eyeing him up and down, almost licking his lips at how delicious that lithe body looked, covered as it was by a ridiculous loose T-Shirt and shorts that went down to his knees, but that still highlighted his succulent ass.

Normally he and his friend, who was working out near him with another young man of Corey's age spotting him as he lifted his weights up and down, didn't come to the gym in the morning, having made an exception for that day since they had places to be next.

"Who's that?" Jason asked as he kept working on his chest, his muscular body much taller and larger than Corey's, clad as he was in a sweat-drenched cotton tank top that revealed much more than it covered. He had darker, shaggier hair that almost went down to his shoulders, as well as deep brown eyes one could just lose themselves into.

"Some new kid." replied Daniel, Jason's acquaintance, turning towards the young man next to them. "You know anything about him, boy?"

"His name is Corey…" the young man said, although there was a glazed look in his green eyes, a smile way too pleased in his cute face.

"Rory, huh?" Jason asked, pulling his weights with practised ease, his skin glistening beautifully with sweat, his smell raw and masculine. "Can't that kid walk on his own? What's the stick for?"

"He's blind, you asshole." Daniel replied, letting go of his weights as he sat up, motioning to the young man behind him with a snap of his fingers. "You. Lap."

"It's what blind people use to walk around, sir," the young man said as he walked around the bench, sitting on Daniel's lap as ismiling as Daniel lifted his left arm so he could lick the sweat he had gathered in his armpit.

"Lick." Daniel instructed and the young man obeyed, starting to clean up the sweat Daniel had gathered in his intense workout.

What was happening did not faze Jason in the least, who kept working out as he always did. The politics in the Jock Jungle were clear: men were divided as predator and prey. Predators like him and Daniel would use their bodies and the pheromones in their musk to dominate and bend other men's wills towards their desires, which was what had happened with the kid that currently had the privilege of hanging around them, spotting them and licking their bodies clean after every gym session.

"You want some?" Daniel asked once his armpit was clean.

"No, thanks." Jason said, as he kept working out.

"You are so damn picky." Daniel rolled his eyes, knowing Jason only really liked the challenge of the hunt. "Why don't you check out the new kid?"

"He does have a hot ass…" Jason uttered under his breath, before he shrugged. "Eh… not that interested."

"You know, sir…" the young man sitting on Daniel's lap said between licks, the two hunks knowing just how much he liked rambling about useless facts. "Blind people have enhanced senses to compensate for their loss of sight. Their smell and hearing is much better than ours"

"Yeah, yeah. Just go back to licking me, you nerd." Daniel grumbled as he rolled his eyes.

However, Jason had paid attention to him, immediately coming to a conclusion. If his sweat and smell worked that well to dominate any guy, it'd be even stronger on that blind kid. He just had to try having his way with him.

"Shit!" he exclaimed, letting go of his weights suddenly, startling Daniel.

"What?"

"I think I changed my mind." Jason grinned wickedly, to Daniel's amusement. "It's time our friend Rory gets a proper welcome to this gym…"

Hank had led Corey to the sauna room so they could blow off some steam before they showered up and went home, but thanks to Daniel's help, Hank's presence was requested back in the equipment area, forcing him to leave Corey alone, clad in just a towel, with the poor blind boy utterly oblivious to how helpless he was at that moment, especially as he heard the door to the sauna open, someone coming in.

"Hank?" he asked, as Jason had gotten too close, surprising the hunk enough for him to pause, although he grinned wickedly as he finally decided to approach Corey his own special way.

"Not Hank." Jason replied, taking a step closer, allowing Corey to smell him properly, his body already drenched in sweat despite just having entered the sauna.

"Oh, sorry." Corey said, although part of him as glad he would be able to enjoy some alone time for a bit.

"So, you're the new kid, huh?" Jason asked as stepped even closer, too close, his crotch almost at the same level at Corey's face. "The name's Jason. Nice to meet you… Rory, was it?"

Corey thought that whoever that stranger was, he was positively drenched in sweat, considering how much he stunk of it. And, despite how nice and polite he sounded, there was something strange about him, a hint of devilish intentions in his voice, although Corey didn't feel minimally threatened.

"It's Corey…" the young man corrected as he began to move his hand up, offering it as a greeting. "But nice to meet you anyway, Jason."

Seeing Corey reach his hand forward to greet him instantly filled the hunk's mind with a nasty idea. Crouching slightly, Jason let the boy's hand fell over his chest, watching Corey's face turn a deep read as he accidentally felt the chiselled abs and perky pecs.

"Right here, dude," Jason smirked and finally shook his hand.

"Oh. I'm so sorry!" Corey exclaimed, blushing, feeling beyond embarrassed, not even noticing how much his own hand had become covered in sweat.

"It's okay." Jason said with a kind tone, knowing flattery was the best initial approach. "Mind if I take a seat next to you?"

"No problem at all." Corey said as he scooped slightly to the side, unaware of how exactly much space there was next to him. Plenty, but Jason made sure to sit close enough leaning against the wood, spreading his arms wide in order to allow his musk to waft from his pits.

"Aah… that's much better," he sighed, stifling a chuckle as he heard Corey sniff the air reflexively, wanting to keep him distracted so he wouldn't focus on the pungent smell too much. Not yet at least. "This your first time here? at the gym"

"It's my first week, actually. I joined so I could bulk up a bit."

"Oh, is that so? You do any other sport?

"I play water polo. Helps I can rely just on my hearing for it."

"I bet you must hear really well, since your hearing is much better than the average person. It's like a superpower, right?"

"Yeah." Corey chuckled, feeling like he had the right to brag over that, although he didn't notice that Jason had taken the opportunity to slide even closer in his direction. Too close, enough that it allowed him to finally wrap a bare, sweaty arm over Corey's shoulders.

"And that must mean some of your other senses must be much better as well, right?" Jason asked, the smell that wafted from his pits so intense that it was almost thick, surrounding Corey like a cloud, his voice gaining a hint of seduction as he laid out his trap. "Sounds like you have a secret advantage, dude. Others rely on their sight, but you can use the other senses better than most. Hearing… touch…"

As he said so, he pulled Corey in close, letting the young man feel how moist his hot body was. But, especially, Corey could feel from the way his exposed skin rubbed against Jason's bare one, that the hunk was wearing solely a jockstrap!

"J-Jason…" Corey mumbled, starting to feel light-headed with how potent Jason's smell was, but mainly with how close he was getting with him. "I…"

"And your sense of smell as well, right?" Jason chuckled, his free hand coming down to grope his own crotch, giving his jockstrap-covered cock a few strokes. "You know, Rory, I do a little sport myself. Do you wanna know what?"

"W-What?" Corey asked with a shake to his voice, wondering why he was even bothering to get to know the answer, when the voice in the back of his mind was almost shouting for him to run away.

"I wrestle." Jason said, giving Corey's neck a playful squeeze in his arm, bringing him even closer against his sweaty body. "It's funny, speaking of superpowers. Did you know I've never lost a match? My holds were known as inescapable, but I swear that it's like my opponents would just lose their will to fight whenever they found themselves trapped in my pits or my crotch. It's like your sense of smell can be a weakness, don't you think?"

"Yeah… you stink…" Corey finally let out, feeling rude for saying it, but also like he was stating the obvious.

"I know, kid. And the thing is, I like it." Jason grinned, grabbing Corey by his cheeks with the hand that had been playing with his crotch, making his lips pucker slightly as he did so. "And I have a feeling you're going to like it too. After all…"

As Jason said that, a finger forcefully slid inside Corey's lips, the hunk determined to take advantage of all of his senses.

"Mmm!" Corey let out a muffled complaint, but it was useless. If the taste and smell of Jason's sweat was so strong that it almost made him lose his train of thought, the way that the hunk simply grabbed his towel-clad cock with his other hand in a firm grip and squeezed it was just simply unfair, making him moan loudly.

"There's something you should know about this gym, Corey. Us men, we split each other here by predator and prey… and you should be able to guess which one I am right now, hm? A big, strong, manly predator. Now, let me show you what kind of prey you're going to be…" Jason chuckled evilly, even licking his own lips as he did so, gripping Corey's whole face with his large hand to force him to sniff his stink.

"Tooooph!" Corey complained from under Jason's hand, feeling his body growing weaker, his lungs flaring at the powerful scent that was corrupting them, his cock starting to leak pre-cum with how hard it had become. A massive, deep fog had settled in his mind, making it harder and harder to think, like his consciousness was being stretched and thinned every moment that passed.

"Sorry, babe. But there ain't no stopping this now." Jason smirked, especially as he felt Corey beginning to lean his weight against him, knowing that even if that vocal part of him was begging for him to stop, he was pretty much giving in to his charms, just like he knew he would. "Why don't you just relax and give that hard cock of yours a good stroke, hm? It's okay to feel good… you're gonna become my bitch but that doesn't mean you don't get to feel pleasure."

"I don't wanna be… a bitch…" Corey whined.

"Shhh… you're such a baby boy… you need a big, strong man to take care of you. But don't worry, babe. I'm here." Jason whispered seductively. He was was even smiling tenderly as he pulled Corey closer to him, his own warm breath all over the younger man's face, unable to contain a chuckle when he saw Corey's lips pucker, as if expecting a kiss.

"You want me to kiss you, huh?" Jason asked teasingly. "Then beg me for it. Beg me and tell me just why I should kiss those pretty lips of yours."

"P-Please…" Corey pleaded, obviously sounding ambiguous enough for Jason to take advantage of it and manipulate his desires further to bend them according to his will, his bigger, stronger body manoeuvring Corey so he laid back on the wooden bench.

"Please what, Rory?" Jason asked, pure lust and hunger in his brown eyes.

"It's… Co… Corey…" Corey found himself able to interrupt, but Jason was having none of it.

"Ssshhh… I think I'm just gonna call you Whorey from now on," the hunk declared, before he insistingly went back to his previous point. "Now… what were you going to ask me to do? Oh, yeah! You were going to say 'Please, kiss me', right?"

"Please…" Corey breathed again, before he gulped, unwittingly taking a deep sniff that helped him succumb to Jason's will. "K-kiss me…"

"Attaboy." Jason grinned seductively, finally leaning close enough to claim those supple lips in a deep, passionate kiss.

It wasn't as if Corey had never been kissed before, but kissing Jason back was almost impossible. The hunk was such a dedicated kisser that his tongue practically wrestled Corey's to submission, controlling not only the pace, but also the way Corey breathed, forcing him to inhale more of the pure musk that surrounded both of them.

However, Jason had failed to take into consideration just how powerful his musk would be on Corey's will, eventually opening his eyes with pure shock as he realized the poor boy had pretty much passed out in his arms.

"Shit…" he breathed out, gently lying Corey back on the sauna bench, discarding his towel so his erection could point up freely at the ceiling. "I've never seen someone giving in like this before. Hell, my stink's like a drug to you, Whorey. You're turning me on so much!"

Stripping off his own jockstrap, Jason gave his cock a few strokes as he admired his prize, looking just perfect in the nude. Surely, he'd look so much better once Jason took care of that unwanted fuzz and shaped him up properly, but each thing in due time.

Right now, all Jason wanted was to have those lips around his cock, and nothing like taking advantage of his sleeping state to get his dick wet.

So, Jason straddled Corey's chest, making sure not to crush him under his weight, grabbing the young man's head so he could smother his face in his pubes, sniffing the air loudly in order to coax him to do the same in his sleep, chuckling at the way Corey groaned.

Then, Jason gently applied pressure on Corey's jaw so his lips would part open, slowly filling them with his thick member, although he didn't aim it at Corey's throat, but at the insides of his cheek instead, making it bulge out with the girth of his thick, bulbous head.

"Heh, if only you were awake. I wonder what you would be thinking…" Jason couldn't help but gloat at the helpless young man, even putting on a high-pitched mocking voice. "Oh, I wonder why my mouth tastes like cock? Mmm… it's so delicious!"

Jason could even swear Corey was beginning to smile in his sleep at that, which made his cock throb, determined to aim it properly this time.

However, before Jason could do so, he was surprised with an assault from behind, his attacker having snuck inside the sauna silently, without alerting him.

Hank, who was also quite the wrestler, had trapped Jason in a sleeper hold of his own in hismuscular arms, squeezing the stinky hunk's neck tightly and not relenting at all, eventually having Jason pass out on the floor, sighing as he did so.

"Damn it… come on, Corey. Let's go." Hank said, picking the passed-out Corey in his arms, carrying him to the locker rooms as he wrapped him back in his towel, gently nudging Corey awake, who looked around, confused.

"W-Whuh?" Corey asked, eventually feeling Hank's hand squeeze his waist. "Wait!"

"Shhh, it's okay, Corey. It's me." Hank whispered reassuringly. "He's not here anymore."

"W-who was that?!" Corey asked, shuddering slightly as he realized how hard he still was. "I feel so… so horny, Hank. What did he do to me?"

"It's normal, don't worry…" Hank sighed, realizing there was no way to hide it anymore. "Look, Corey, I've been hiding something from you. I didn't want you to be discouraged or afraid of coming here, but the fact is that this gym isn't the safest place for you to be around at certain hours, especially if you're alone."

"He told me that there's predator and prey… what did he mean by that?"

"This gym isn't called the Jock Jungle just because the owners had a tacky taste for a name. During the day it's a normal gym, just like any other. But when evening comes… that's when things change. That's when this gym becomes… well, a jungle. Full of predators… and prey."

"What do you mean?"

"Guys like Jason are predators. Their bodies, it's like they let out pheromones to ensnare and prey on guys they are interested in. Guys like you." Hank explained with a slight embarrassment, even scratching the back of his head. "I guess I'm sort of like them because they've never tried anything with me, but I try to not get in their way."

"Why didn't you tell me anything?" Corey asked, not feeling hurt or disappointed, just curious.

"Well… I thought you'd be safe if I stuck around and I didn't want you to feel discouraged and go away, especially after the mishap when you tried to enrol here. I just never thought he'd go after a blind kid… I mean, no offence!"

"It… it's okay."

"Now that Jason's got his sights on you, he's not going to let you go away… at least not for the next few days." Hank said. "He'll give up eventually."

"I don't know, Hank… maybe I should just quit, then."

"Look, I understand if you don't want to come back, okay? But if you do, I'll always be here to protect you, you'll be safe as long as you come during my schedule. Okay, kiddo?" Hank smiled tenderly, even welcoming Corey into a warm hug after the young man promised him he'd come back.

Although Corey was completely overwhelmed by what had just been revealed to him, what had just happened between him and Jason remained in the back of his mind the rest of the day.

His sexuality wasn't an issue, far from it, as Corey had had experiences with both guys and girls. But that hunk of a man was something that Corey had never experienced. That pure, raw masculinity. That dominant personality and attitude of someone who always got what they wanted. And that all-consuming intense smell of his. Corey swore he could still smell Jason in him despite his shower.

The next day, Corey returned to the gym, with Hank expecting him at the entrance, just like he had promised. There had been no sign of Jason at all, and Hank even confirmed the hunk hadn't return to look for him, which made Corey feel slightly disappointed.

As the days went by, Corey had almost forgotten about Jason.

But Jason hadn't forgotten about him.

Having woken up in the sauna that day utterly drenched in sweat and seething once he realized his prey had been taken away from him, Jason definitely wasn't letting go of his prize now. However, he had no way of finding or contacting Corey, not even on social media!

Worst of all, even though he had gone back to the gym outside his regular schedule, having found that beautiful, alluring prey, before he could even think of wrapping his arms around Corey again, he realized that prude Hank was pretty much acting like Corey's new security guard now, never letting the young man away from his sight. And word had spread between some of the other patrons, so the chance Jason would be able to find himself alone with Corey were ridiculously slim.

So, it looked like Jason had just given up on him.

At least, until one day that Corey arrived at the gym and Hank wasn't there at the entrance waiting for him, although he soon got a WhatsApp message that told him that Hank was going to be slightly late, so Corey could just go change in the lockers and start his workout.

Corey didn't pay it much mind and went on with his life, proceeding through his workout needing the help of some of the other patrons. Of course, unable to see, had absolutely no idea that Jason's friend Daniel was one of them, the other hunk helping Corey set his weights and even spotting for him, of course keeping him blissfully distracted as Jason made sure the sauna had a fake 'OUT OF ORDER' paper stuck on the entrance, something Corey wouldn't notice as he entered it.

The predator's plan had been a straightforward one. With the help of Daniel's boy, he had managed to ambush Hank in his car and knock him out with a combination of his stinky jockstrap and a revengeful sleeper hold, tying him up and stuffing him in the trunk, gagged with that jockstrap, having stolen the trainer's phone to contact the young man, leaving Daniel's boy to keep watch on him.

With his prey ambushed, Jason just stood there in a corner of the lockers, silent and still as a statue, just releasing his musky scent, which had already filled the room before Corey had walked in. If the young man were to walk away after that, he'd leave the lad alone, plain and simple, and life would go on as normal.

But, as he expected, Corey did not walk away. In fact, the more he breathed Jason's stink in, the more the oblivious young man was unable to contain himself from giving his cock a few jerks. He hadn't had time to take care of himself, especially not since that encounter in the sauna, the memory of which was making him reminisce on that pleasurable sensation Jason had filled him with, of being utterly dominated, something he had never admitted to Hank he had actually liked.

Seeing the way Corey was succumbing to his scent, Jason couldn't control himself and shifted just slightly, enough for Corey to stiffen. He could see it in the young man's expression, that uncertainty of someone who knew he was exposed to danger, but at the same time, one who was definitely curious and interested. Aroused. Even if Corey did gulp loudly, the fear as much present in his body as the excitement.

"H-hello?" he asked, but heard nothing in response, sounding like a horror flick victim. "W-Who's there?"

Jason's cock throbbed just from what meek tone. He just couldn't hold it anymore.

So, swaggering closer towards the young man, Jason wrapped his arms around Corey as soon as he got close enough to pull him into a tight hug, once again just clad in a jockstrap. A firm hand held Corey's head, smothering him tightly between his meaty pectorals as Jason squeezed him so tightly that the air wheezed out of Corey's lungs, forcing him to breathe in Jason's musk as he began to gloat.

"I think you know exactly who's here, Rory." Jason grinned, grinding his erection against Corey's growing one.

"J-Jason!" Corey exclaimed, almost against Jason's pecs, unable to contain himself from pleading weakly again. "P-Please…"

"Begging already, kid?" Jason chuckled, the hand he'd been using to hold Corey's face in place releasing the back of his head, knowing it wouldn't be necessary anymore, as Corey was pretty much trapped by his stink. Instead, he turned his hand into a fist and started grinding it against the lad's head as if he were giving him a noogie, although without hurting him, applying just enough pressure to make the young man see stars.

"You're gonna get nice and relaxed for me now, Rory. Just for me…"

"It's… Corey…" the young man whined, but Jason didn't care.

"Rory, Corey, Whorey. Whatever… you're mine now… which means I can call you whatever I want, baby boy." Jason said with an utterly cocky tone, playfully smearing Corey's face all over his sweaty chest.

"N-Ngh…" Corey grunted.

"That's it, Whorey… You love my stinky body and you're gonna do anything to keep on breathing from it, mmkay?" he asked, feeling Corey eventually surrender and nod against his chest softly. "Good. Very good, babe. I'm the boss now, and just like I said, you're my prey. But now it's time for you to become my bitch."

"But I don't wanna… be a bitch…" Corey sighed weakly.

"Shhhh… there's no running away from that fate, baby. It's the law in this gym and Hank won't be able to protect you forever, anyway… sooner or later some other predator is going to try to feast on you, so why not just surrender to me? Really, be honest with me, Whorey. Who do you like more? That meathead Hank, or stinky, sexy me?" Jason asked, but he wasn't done yet.

Clutching Corey's face close against his pectorals, Jason began to make them bounce against Corey's face. Not that there was any hypnotic effect behind them, but with how much his natural stink was affecting the lad, it wouldn't hurt. And, if that part of Corey's mind that had been pleading with him to be rational and run away despite his curiosity had already beginning to cease speaking when Jason applied the noogie on him earlier, the way Corey was just smothered in those meaty pecs was the straw that broke the camel's back, as he couldn't control himself anymore and began to lick, moaning at the salty sweat of Jason's sweat.

"Ooooh…" Corey moaned weakly, his voice sounding distant, but there was still enough of his wits for him to speak, even if he weren't really coherent anymore. "But Hank's… so nice…"

"I know… I can tell you really like Hank. And I can't blame you, baby. He's a real hunk, huh?" Jason teased the young man.

"Yeah…" Corey agreed weakly. "He's my friend…"

"Well, Hank may be your friend… but did he ever give you this?"

And that was when Jason released Corey, fighting the urge to laugh loudly as he watched Corey's face slowly sliding down his sweaty chest. The boy's legs were just too weak to stay standing without any support, and soon Corey was sliding down, getting a faceful of the sweat on Jason's abs, feeling like he was being stroked by every single muscle. Soon Corey wasn't resting on Jason's torso anymore, his face resting against Jason's thigh, his jock's obscene bulge right against his face. Corey's nostrils flared every time he breathed, not in an unpleasant way, his cock throbbing every time he exhaled.

"Can you feel the heat in front of you, Whorey?" Jason smirked, changing the subject, his cock pulsing with a twinge of excitement. As it pulsed precum oozed from the tip, the little glob somehow more potent than anything else Corey had been smelling. "Or perhaps it's not the heat you're interested in. Nah, I bet it's the smell… that musky, strong, salty smell… It's okay, you can say I stink, I know."

"You… sniff ooooh… you stink…" Corey found himself agreeing, sniffing loudly. In response, Jason's cock suddenly moved on its own, gently batting against Corey's face.

"That's it, Whorey, keep breathing me in. By the time I'm done with you, everyone will know you belong to me because you'll be soaked in my stink!" Jason declared cockily. He could already imagine the jealous glares from everyone else when they saw he'd captured that beautiful blind twink, all for himself!

"But your stink is so… is so… so… oooh it's so good…" Corey finally admitted, even giggling, finally starting to become the bitch Jason wanted him to be. He had been helpless all along, and now Jason was free to shape Corey into becoming his submissive, adorable pet, the hunk looking down with a wicked grin of pure triumph.

"Hmhmhm. Yeah… that's it, Whorey. Inhale my stink. Breathe deeply as wave after wave of my stinky musk fills your nostrils… you don't need to see to understand just how perfect I am, even more perfect than the manly musk filling your lungs. Deeper, baby, breathe deeper… fall deeper…deeper. Just for me…" Jason cooed as he just allowed Corey to kneel there and breathe, wanting for him to fill both his lungs and mind with his raw essence before he was ready to move to the next step, which he decided to take once he saw Corey's breathing had become placid enough, like his musk was as natural to breathe in as fresh air.

"Perfect." Jason said, ready to take things a step further, stripping off his jockstrap and fastening it over Corey's head and nose like a makeshift mask so the young man could keep breathing him in. "Now, if I understand correctly… blind dudes like you have really good imaginations, right?"

"I guess…"

"Don't bother answering, Whorey. I know I'm right. You just listen." Jason scolded, shifting his hips in order to wag his cock, smacking Corey right between the eyes. "As I was saying, your imagination is so good that, if you touch something you can get yourself a mental image of it, hmhm? Then go on and touch my cock, babe."

Watching Corey's hand move up, Jason chuckled, nudging it away with one of his big feet.

"Ah, ah, ah. Not with your hand, silly. I want you to use your face." Jason ordered, laughing as Corey began to do just that, rubbing his face all over Jason's massive rod, even rubbing it along the cleft of his lips as if he were sniffing coke.

"You getting a nice mental image of my stinky cock, Whorey?" Jason asked teasingly, although he couldn't help but moan at the sensation of having someone voluntarily rubbing his face all over his cock. Any stimulation to his prick was good stimulation, making his dick occasionally pulse a glob of precum that Corey even voluntarily licked up whenever it met his lips.

"Ooh yes… So stinky… And so big, thick… Hot, veiny… It's so beautiful… Just like you must be…" Corey moaned submissively, to Jason's immense pleasure.

Listening to Corey describing his cock was just as arousing as the movements of his head, making Jason chuckle, as Corey was getting every detail down right. His cock was beautiful and what the lad said next gave the stinky hunk a wicked idea.

"Oh, baby… I assure you I am beautiful… The hunkiest thing you'd ever see, y'know. Damn, if only you could see," he said, not realizing how much of an ass he was sounding at that moment, taking advantage of a blind kid notwithstanding, until he heard Corey's response.

"Sorry…" Corey said, making Jason open his eyes and look down, realizing he had gone overboard.

"Heh, it's okay, baby boy. Knowing that you can smell me and taste me better than anyone else in the world more than makes up for it." Jason smiled tenderly, even leaning down to claim Corey's lips, kissing him just as passionately as he did in their first encounter, as if he were picking up where they had left now that he knew Corey wouldn't pass out from musk overload. "Mmmm… delicious…"

"Mmmm…" Corey hummed back, with Jason unable to smile at how adorable Corey sounded, but there was still a lot of body left to be worshipped.

"Anyway, how about you explore all of me, instead? With your face of course… That way you can smell and see all of me!" Jason suggested like it was a fantastic idea, as if Corey had a choice. But, before Corey could even move, Jason stopped him with a finger to his forehead. "Let's get comfy first, hm?"

As he said so, Jason helped Corey stand up and hoisted him over his shoulder, carrying him towards a reserved part of the lockers, a private room big enough to fit both of them in, where a pair of old mattresses awaited them, their purpose clear. First, Jason had Corey kneel on the mattresses, before he finally laid down and raised his legs, cupping Corey's face in his stinky feet.

"Time to explore, Whorey!" Jason beamed happily, crossing his arms behind his head as Corey went to work, watching his latest catch rubbing his face against him. The young man began slowly stroking the hunk's legs with his face, picturing them in his mind as he worshipped his new master. He could also feel Corey's inhales, sometimes quick bursts, other times one long whiff. And then there was his tongue, slurping hungrily to taste his sweat. Jason was dying to have that tongue on his cock, but the waiting made it all the better.

"Oooh Jason…" Corey moaned, becoming more and more devoted to the hunk by the second.

"Yeah, baby boy… that's it… I wanna hear it. Tell me how much you're loving my body! I want to hear every word… tell me why you love it"

"Oooh… your feet are so big, your toes so long. And such thick legs, so powerful… I bet if you wrapped your thighs around me, it would be like a python coiling around its prey, squeezing it!" Corey said as he kept feeling up Jason's legs, the thick dark hairs just amplifying the sensation.

"You some kind of leg and foot fetishist, Whorey?" Jason asked with mock disapproval, just to tease his prize, pretending he was disgusted.

Before Corey could apologize, however, Jason's feet were smack against his face, toes grabbing the sides of his head as if they were fingers, making Corey's lips pucker as he tried to mouth an explanation that was cut off by the sweaty hunk's interruption.

"Because I really love a boy who knows how to appreciate my stinky feet," Jason chuckled and then began giving Corey a real special treat. As the boy sniffed and licked his salty soles, Jason was massaging his temples with his toes, almost like he was massaging his brain directly, further shaping Corey's mind along with his whims.

"Ooooh… I've never paid them any attention in anyone else before, but… I can't stop picturing your beautiful feet now. They taste so delicious and smell so strong!" Corey moaned loudly as he tried to lick Jason's feet between the wiggling toes, before they clamped around the sides of his head and began massaging him, making him instead slurp at the soles as if he were making out with them.

At the same time, Corey's hand had been travelling down to find his cock, grabbing it so he could jerk off, not even thinking twice about it, a grave mistake.

"Whoa, whoa whoa," Jason said calmly but with a sternness in his voice.

Before Corey knew it, his feet suddenly moved past his face, so his legs could capture his neck, pulling him closer

"Huh?" Corey asked, confused, before he realized he was being pulled towards Jason's crotch. His grin began widening again, drool dripping from his lips before…

"HERK!"

Jason's legs had clamped around him with a sudden tightening, pulling him right into Jason's crotch, trapping Corey's head in a tight headscissors that had been mastered with years of wrestling practice. The sweaty hunk could see how Corey's face was starting to redden from the pressure and the intense smell, making him revel in the ecstasy of dominance as he gloated.

"Who said you could grab your cock, Whorey? Boys like you don't do anything without orders from their masters. And when we're together, I want those hands on me. You don't touch your dick without my permission from now on, are we clear?"

While the sudden tightening had made Corey jerk off faster, his cock leaking precum like a faucet, the boy immediately stopped as Jason said so, choking and groaning against Jason's crotch, the intense smell beyond pungent.

"S-Sorry Jason…" the boy tried his best to speak, his voice raspy and breathless, as his head seemed it would pop out from the pressure, eventually letting a sigh as he felt Jason's legs loosening, relieving the pressure.

"It's okay, baby boy," Jason said warmly, having truly never upset to begin with, chuckling the boy. Lessons needed to be taught, but unlike most predators in the gym, he knew treating his toys gently brought better results in the long run.

With Corey apologizing, Jason's legs loosened so the lad could breathe again but he kept the young man right there in his crotch, his massive erect member almost draped over Corey's forehead. The boy didn't get much fresh air though, since Jason's crotch was clouded with a heavy smog of stink, that would only make Corey descend further into his trance, even though it wasn't really needed anymore.

Then, with the incredible control over his body he had already displayed, Jason made his member start to sway left and right, like the arm of a metronome. Of course, Corey wouldn't see it, but he'd smell its movements and feel them as with each pass his cock brushed against his face.

"Now, Whorey. I know you can't actually see it, but right now my cock is doing something real cool."

"Oooh…" Corey mumbled with almost childish curiosity. "What is it?!"

"It's swinging left, and right. And left, and right… left, right, left, right… over and over… I bet you can imagine it, can't you?" Jason smirked, even ruffling Corey's hair. He had never tried taking anyone this deep before, but Corey deserved it, with how much of a precious toy he was. "Yeah, you see it now, don't you? You see my big, sweaty, veiny, stinky cock swaying in front of you… almost like it's hypnotic on its own, huh? Yeah… just keep watching it, Whorey. Do it for me, baby boy."

"Yeah… So big… Sweaty… Veiny… Stinky…" Corey said, imagining the best way he could a cock swinging in front of him. Even though the boy's eyes were open, and he was blind, they were somehow following Jason's cock, leaving an amazed, wide-eyed expression on Jason's himself. "I can see it… Your beautiful feet, your thick legs, your juicy cock… oh, you are so perfect, sir!"

Jason couldn't contain himself anymore, letting out an evil, gloating laugh that was almost a cackle.

"I've given sight to the blind!" he exclaimed like a total ass, making his cock swing faster and faster.

"Hehe, you sure did…" Corey giggled along, only looking even more awestruck over Jason.

Jason's laughter continued, watching Corey's eyes keep time with cock, although he was starting to crave more and more the sensation of having those beautiful lips engulfing it once more.

"Oh, there's so much more for you to see, Whorey! How about you pry them peepers away from my sexy dick and start licking up my chest, get yourself a nice mental image of my sexy physique, hm? I want you to lick until you can trace every line, every muscle in my perfect body!" Jason smirked, watching happily as Corey was still transfixed on the movements of his cock.

Eventually, the lad had to muster up the resistance to fight it, which proved to be difficult, since he tried to break free from the boundaries Jason's cock imposed, but it was almost impossible.

"Hnnng…" Corey grunted, trying to lift up his head, like he was chained to the ground, as Jason only laughed, realizing he had to take some initiative of his own.

So, moving his legs, Jason managed to push Corey forward with the help of his dexterous feet, chuckling as the way Corey fell forward, his face planted on his washboard abs. The young man let out a big, muffled moan and began rubbing his face all over Jason's abs, kissing and licking each ab, sucking on them and moaning all the time while he did so. Corey didn't care about the ridiculous act he was making of himself. He was in heaven.

"I bet you've never actually gotten to experience a guy's body like this before, huh? Did goody two shoes Hank let his blind buddy worship his body like this?"

"No, sir…" Corey muttered between slurps, with a somewhat angry, spoiled tone. "Hank never let me!"

"I thought so. I told you I was better thank Hank. Well, baby boy, you can worship these abs all you want," Jason laughed and ruffled Corey's hair. Corey, of course, just nodded and agreed while he kept licking the hunk's washboard abs, laughing along with Jason even if he had no idea what he was laughing at, tasting that delicious sweat that had been gathered in them.

Jason then wrapped his legs around Corey's waist once more, using his thighs to lift Corey up, genuinely smiling with appreciation as Corey giggled in response, before he had the lad's face planted in his ample chest. Of course, he let the young man have ample time with each of his pecs, flexing them occasionally, sighing happily as his new bitch sucked on his nipples, before he finally felt it was time to introduce him to what was going to be his favourite place to be in from then on.

"Whorey." Jason said.

"Hmm?" Corey asked, nuzzling against Jason's chest, his new nickname more than accepted and interiorized as his new identity.

"Left or right. Pick one." Jason smirked, chuckling as the young man seemed to be confused for a moment.

"Hmm… Right!" Corey exclaimed, and, before he knew it, he was encased in a damp, dark (not as if he could see), musky space. It really stank, and his nostrils and lungs flared as they took in a scent that was more powerful than anything else in Jason's body. Some resistance took over the boy as he meekly tried to push away, but Jason's arm had clamped down around his head, burying him deep in his armpit.

"You thought my cock was stinky? And the son of bitch is but these are my real stink factories… my pits are where the real magic happens," Jason explained cockily and clamped his arm over Corey's head, not that the boy was going to go anywhere. Once Corey was finished in his armpits there'd be no going back. He was going to be his irreversibly, for once and for all.

A weak, muffled "Nu-ooooooh" was heard from inside Jason's armpit, before a deep sigh was heaved, and Corey finally gave in. And the more he licked, the more he had the desire to kiss it, followed by suckling on it, followed by completely eating it out as if it were pussy. The boy made loud slurping noises as he did so, moaning at the same time, feeling his body sinking onto Jason's as the jock relaxed back, knowing the deal was sealed now. There would be no going back after Corey tasted the sweat from his pits.

However, as he rested there, with his cock hard and leaking, Jason began to feel a bit bad, remember his earlier comment. He didn't feel guilty for choosing to go after the blind kid. If anything, it would've been prejudiced to not go after him because he was blind. But the way Corey had apologized earlier for being blind made him feel awful, and even if Corey likely didn't remember it anymore, Jason felt like he owed him an apology.

"Look, baby boy. You don't have to apologize to me about being blind, okay? I was only fooling with you. In fact, I really love that you're blind, since it means you'll get even more pleasure out of my smell and taste," he apologized and gave the boy's ass a light, tender smack as he did so. "It may seem like your blindness made you easy prey, but really you would be my bitch even if you could see… All it meant was I got to seduce you in a different way. And this is being so much fun that I'm gonna keep you for a while… heh, you have no idea how rare that is, Whorey." Jason explained, waiting for an answer that didn't come, making him look down and see that Corey had become so overwhelmed in musk that he was just pretty much drooling as he slobbered all over his armpit.

"Hey? Are you listening to me?" Jason laughed and picked Corey up from his armpit. The boy's face was covered in rank sweat, his tongue was pretty much limp, his lips hanging ajar, and he was mumbling incoherently. "Hmhmm… Of course you aren't," Jason smirked and then shoved Corey into his left armpit so the boy could start cleaning it.

However, Jason's patience was running low. He had been wanting to fuck Corey's ass since his first day at the gym and he'd held out this long, but now it was finally time. The boy was as submissive as one could possibly be, and Jason doubted he would be able to bring him any further down his entranced state.

So, Jason pulled the dopey, limp boy out of his armpit and chuckled at the dumb sound he was making as well as the even dumber expression on his face. Bringing Corey close, Jason gave him another of those languid kisses that had Corey dying for more, letting their tongues tangle together. He could taste his own sweat on Corey's face and tongue and loved it, not that it affected him in anyway.

"Okay, baby boy, here's how this is gonna go down. You're gonna slurp all over my joint for a couple minutes, just to get it wet, then you're gonna have a seat on my dick and ride me, are we clear?"

"Yes sir!" Corey exclaimed at Jason's demand, sliding down the jock's body and, without hesitation, he began licking all over Jason's cock, slobbering openly once more, his own saliva acting as the lube that would help him get fucked on that massive dick.

"Fuckin' A! You're cock hungry ain't you, kid?" Jason half moaned and half laughed as he watched, listened, and felt Corey worshipping his cock with his tongue.

Although he had abandoned the idea of having Corey choke on his massive rod, it was just temporarily, as his boy was still going to have a private crash course on sucking cock so well that would end up deepthroating it without complaint later on. Right now, Jason wanted to fuck Corey so badly that, after only a couple minutes he finally sat up, grabbing Corey to help him into position.

"Okay… time to sit on my cock, kid," he said, holding Corey's hips firmly as he looked at him straight in the eye, even knowing Corey wouldn't be able to see him. "I'm gonna take your cherry, Whorey."

"It's all yours!" Corey exclaimed, trying to get his weak body into position, but Jason was the one moving him around like a doll.

"Now I won't lie, baby boy… This is gonna hurt at first but I want you to look at it like a band aid… You can take it all off at once or in this case-

And, with a wicked grin Jason forced the boy to sit down on his full length. "-take it all in at once, haha!"

Jason forced Corey down balls-deep on his cock with such a rough push that a gigantic groan echoed through the room they were in, the boy's back arching and his head almost falling back, as Corey's eyes shot wide open. He had been deflowered in one go by the jock, his cherry popped instantly.

"Shit, kid. Your ass is so ti-!"

Jason couldn't even finish his exclamation, suddenly covered in Corey's jizz as the lad's cock shot out rope after rope of creamy warm manseed. He was stunned for a moment then started chuckling, realizing that the young man had cum instantly from the epic deflowering, which should have been expected. The poor lad's face was red and flustered, his body absolutely drenched in sweat, almost as much as Jason.

The hunk's heart almost fluttered. It had been perfect.

"Damn, Whorey! You're making your big man so proud! My baby boy… cumming just from having my cock pop in!" Jason gloated and laughed loudly, as smug as he could be, enjoying that all Corey could do was moan back in appreciation.

His hands then went back to Corey's hips and he held the boy still as his own hips began to roll, knowing Corey was too far out of it to bounce on his cock like he originally wanted to. His cock moved in and out of Corey, starting slowly, but not wasting time before it picked up speed, truly fucking his toy like he had always wanted.

Listening to the blind boy's moans as they came back, slow and prolonged, before they grew in pitch as Jason began picking up his speed, the hunk could tell that he was already enjoying it, which made him extremely happy, especially as he noticed that Corey's cock was hardening once more, never having gone down beyond half-mast. He wasn't those kinds of selfish narcissists who only thought about his own pleasure, but he also wanted Corey to love it, for Corey to always just want to be Jason's bitch.

"C'mere, babe!" Jason exclaimed has pulled Corey into his chest, his arms wrapping tight behind him and holding him against his sweaty pecs. Jason rolled them over then, so Corey's back was on the mats and he was kneeling above the boy. His hips were able to move faster in this position and soon skin was slapping skin.

"Mmmmmmph!" the boy exclaimed, breathing the sweat directly as he licked it, before he began moaning even louder as Jason began applying all his energy into fucking the boy, which was making Corey moan like a true bitch in heat. The pain in Corey's ass had been gone long ago, replaced by absolute pleasure, as the jock thrusted inside him more and more. If this was what being Jason's bitch meant, then Corey was gladly happy to become one.

Jason was truly surrendering his whole body into that hard fuck, even stretching his legs as he almost pumped his whole self into it. It had been days after days of wanting that tight ass and, now that it was finally happening, Jason knew was no way he'd hold out long. His thrusts picked up speed and increased in strength, the smacking of skin getting louder and louder as well as his grunts and Corey's squeals, until, suddenly, Jason's body finally seemed to spasm as he thrusted one final time into Corey.

"Fuuuuck yeeeeah!" Jason roared deeply, allowing his cum to gush into Corey's rectum. There was so much that it soon began squirting out of the sphincter around Jason's cock, leaking obscenely.

Corey gasped as he felt his asshole being filled with a gigantic dose of Jason's warm, thick cum. The boy writhed in pleasure as he shivered, loving the feeling of being bred like that, the sensation of cum filling him as if a switch had been turned on inside him.

The young man let out an enormous moan as he came a second time, shooting a load that was even more powerful than the first, before he almost passed out from exhaustion, sighing in appreciation as Jason collapsed on top of him, both sweaty males taking quite a while to recover.

By the time Jason and Corey left the locker room, with the blind boy embracing Jason on the side clingingly as the hunk led him on, they came across a shocked Hank, who realized he had been too late. Corey had been ultimately caught in Jason's coils, claimed by the hunk's corrupting musk.

"Sorry, chum. He's mine now." Jason gloated, giving Corey's ass a possessive smack. "Better luck next time."

And from that day on, Corey never left Jason's side while at the gym. He'd follow close behind him wherever they went, being led by his master's smell. He would spot for Jason, but Jason wasn't selfish, and he guided him through his workouts, getting Corey into an excellent shape, with a perfect ass to boot.

Hank, at first, was not happy about being tricked and Corey being made into Jason's toy, but he soon realzed that Jason and Corey were a perfect pair. Jason treated the boy with more respect than he ever thought he would and he didn't allow anyone else to get close to Corey and take advantage of him. It was partially out of possessiveness, but there was genuine appreciation in him.

Enough that Jason eventually allowed Corey to return to his morning routine with Hank, wanting his relationship with his Whorey to be something exclusive of theirs, outside that gym, to be explored in more private places and situation. He wasn't mean enough to deprive him of getting to know other men, and even Hank got to have his own fun with the young man.

But, in the end, Corey was his. His to guide, to dominate, but mainly, to protect and take care of. His baby boy. His Whorey.

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Lance was more than used to walking into the lockers of the Jock Jungle and catching at least two or three people in the act. He knew what he had signed up for and he knew his role as a predator, even if he sometimes wondered what exactly was behind the strange circumstances of that gym. It was as if there were unknown forces at play, separating predator from prey, giving those hunky jocks special powers through the smell of their sweat, like pheromones, that they would use to hypnotize and fuck other men into utter submissive bliss.

Not that Lance was a guy who thought things over too much, just accepting that predicament with a shrug, since the gym had fantastic conditions. Three floors, various locker rooms, two pools, multiple saunas, all for quite the affordable price regardless of how ominous its origins could be. Lance simply wouldn't pass that.

Regardless, at that moment, he was much more interested in going for a killer workout. He put on the new tank top he had bought that fit him perfectly, contouring his bulging biceps and muscles, ruffling his light brown hair in front of the mirror just in case he ran into someone worth trying his chances, always a fan of the way his brown eyes reflected the light around the mirror.

Lance had to admit: he didn't know if it was something in the gym's atmosphere, the water, but he was surely becoming quite the hunk, smiling cockily back at the mirror as he flexed his biceps, his body on the way to becoming absolute perfection.

And, by the looks of it, he wasn't the only one ogling it, with the way he could see someone looking at him from the corner of the mirror. The twink was utterly gorgeous, with sparkling blue eyes and hits of freckles on his nose, those pouty lips just begging to be kissed.

"Hey there, stranger." Lance said cockily as he swaggered over to the twink. "I've never seen you around. You new here?"

"Yeah… I joined yesterday. Kept getting invites to come and so far I like what I see" the twink replied rather bashfully, albeit with a smile.

"I see. Well, what do you say I show you around?" Lance said with a seductive grin, even lifting an arm to press it against the wall behind the twink, slithering his lips closer. "I promise you this gym's much more worth it when we both get nice and sweaty…"

"Why… wouldn't I get in the way of your workout?" the twink asked back in an attempt to play hard. "Wouldn't want you to lose those gains…"

"Oh, I think I've already got enough." Lance chuckled. "But I could always use a second opinion."

Before the twink knew it, Lance captured his head with his arms, pressing it against his chest as he even bounced his pecs a couple of times, rubbing the twink's head with a gentle hand.

"Give me a good sniff. I promise you you're gonna love it…" he said, waiting for the gym's reputation to do its magic. But, to his surprise, the twink instead tried to break free, eventually having Lance relent and loosen his arms, watching him take a deep breath once he escaped.

"Whoa…" he said, clearly woozy, worrying Lance, who quickly approached him with an arm around his waist to lead him on.

"Why don't you follow me so we can go for that workout, hm?" Lance grinned as he escorted the twink along.

The two began working out together, starting to gather and sweat, and Lance made sure the twink had as much contact with his bare, sweaty skin as possible, wanting to make sure he breathed as much of his musk as he could. That was how he had seen other predators like him seduce their boys in order to play with them, and Lance would be damned if he didn't do the same to this gorgeous piece of ass. He made sure to always have an arm around the twink as he guided him along, although he wasn't breaking as easily as Lance thought he would, always asking why Lance had to be so close to him.

However, before they went along too deeply, Lance was distracted by a scene going on near him.

He recognized one of the personal trainers, Hank, who was helping his client for that time slot working out. Hank was wearing a mask, following the gym policy you had to wear one unless you were doing exercise, so it was to be expected that he spoke loudly, but he was almost shouting and gesturing wildly at the young fair-haired young man he was instructing.

It was only when the young man gestured back that Lance recognized what he was doing. Sign language.

"Why don't you move on to the next one and I'll meet you there?" Lance asked his soon-to-be prey, instead approaching the conflicting duo. "Everything okay, Hank?"

"Wha-oh, it's you." Hank said, clearly not remembering Lance's name at that moment. "Sorry for the shouting, the dude is deaf as a post. I'm trying to tell him to not lift his weights like that, he's gonna screw his back!"

"Put the weights down." Lance gestured towards the young man with his hands, to Hank's amazement, as he watched him put the weights down.

"You know how to do those gestures?!" he exclaimed. Skills like those in a gym filled with brawn weren't exactly… common. "That's amazing, dude!"

"My parents are deaf." Lance said casually, turning back towards the young man to convey Hank's frustration. "He's telling you that you're putting too much weight on your back. You have to squat properly, use your legs."

"Oh, I'm sorry," the young man signalled back, gaining a slight embarrassed blush before he continued. "I can't read his lips because of his mask… oh, my name is Jazz, by the way."

"Just write whatever you need to tell him on your iPhone, dude." Lance said and gestured towards Jazz at the same time. Hank wasn't exactly the brightest guy around, and he knew he meant no offence, but it was something so simple it annoyed him. Nonetheless, he turned back to the deaf young man, signalling again. "I'm Lance. Hit me up if you need help talking to this meathead. He has biceps where his brain should be, but he means well. Nice to meet you, Jazz."

Smiling when Jazz tried to contain a chuckle at the way Hank was bashed, Lance went on with his way, more interested in the utterly gorgeous twink whose lips he was so sure he was going to end up having sucking on his cock.

However, when he finally caught up to him, Lance realised he had committed a foolish mistake, for that twink had also caught someone else's eye, conversing with him while pretty much having him trapped between his body and a pillar, the twink's back pressed against it while he loomed over him with a predatory smile and a raised arm, the musk that wafted from his exposed armpit surrounding them like a cloud, making the twink almost stutter as he answered the jock's questions.

Lance recognized the jock as Daniel, an alpha predator of the Jock Jungle who had no trouble ensnaring prey, although usually letting go of them after a fortnight and releasing them back into the jungle, where they could joyfully end up in another predator's grasp.

But Lance wasn't giving up this easily.

"Hey, bro, there you are!" Lance exclaimed as he put up a friendly façade, approaching the two. He saw Daniel turning to him with a raised eyebrow, not really in either pleasant or hostile terms with him, but rightfully wary of Lance's intentions.

As expected, the twink's eyes were hazy and distant, a confused look in them, something Daniel quickly took advantage of.

"You know him, boy?" Daniel asked, the dazed twink nodding yes, but before he could explain where exactly he knew Lance from, the other hunk was quick to act.

"Yeah, we were working out together, dude!" Lance explained, pulling the twink towards him, wrapping a bare arm around him and pressing him close against his armpit, hoping to influence him with his own musk. "I got distracted by Hank, he needed help with some new kid."

"Is that so?" Daniel asked with a wide-eyed expression and a shocked tone. "Damn, I'm so sorry, man!"

"It's okay, dude. No worries!" Lance exclaimed, not once allowing his friendly, innocent mask to drop, ready to turn around and lead the dazed twink along, before Daniel stopped him at the very last second.

"By the way… what's your friend's name, again?"

That question was so unexpected that it shocked Lance, to the point where Daniel easily stepped closer and reclaimed the twink back to himself, wrapping his own bare arm around him and holding him close, dropping all pretence and completely pressing his face against his sweaty armpit.

"Yeah, that's more like it. I think your friend much prefers smelling me, don't you, boy?" Daniel said with a cocky smirk, before he looked down at the twink, who let out a groan after taking an unwitting whiff of his pungent musk, addressing him. "Well, keep hanging out with me and you can smell me as much as you like, buddy."

A moan was heard coming from the twink, as if confirming his agreement.

"Attaboy, you've earned a treat. Lick." Daniel commanded, before he turned to Lance with a shit-eating grin of someone who was in complete control of the situation, unable to contain his own gloating. "Don't worry, dude. I'll make sure our pretty boy gets a proper introduction to how things work around here. Better luck next time, chum."

Almost laughing in Lance's face, Daniel led the twink along with him, leaving the blue-balled Lance behind, glaring at him before sighing in defeat, knowing Daniel had really done nothing that went against the gym's unspoken rules.

"This is what I get for being nice…" Lance grumbled to himself, although he would have never ignored someone in Jazz's predicament anyway.

Defeated, Lance decided he might as well just ignore this failed attempt of capturing a gorgeous twink and went back towards the machines, working out his frustrations, determined to succeed the next time and get a boy of his own to play with.

However, it wasn't as if the days that followed were much more successful for Lance. Every single young man that caught his attention would end up either being snatched away by another predator whose musk was much more raw and powerful than his, or they'd simply not be that into him, at please not to the point of losing their minds and surrendering their whole self.

That specific day had already started off the wrong way, with the muscular himbo he had tried to seduce already in a sort of trance when he approached him, walking around in a daze.

"Oh, don't worry about that, buddy. The Inspector is here." Lance heard someone next to him say, turning to his left to see that Daniel was doing a plank on a mattress, his shorts lowered down to his ankles, with the twink he had stolen from Lance smothered by his sweaty jockstrap, suckling on his bulge.

Lance wasn't too interested in starting a conversation with him, especially when Daniel was showing off his stolen prize, but he was curious.

"The Inspector?" he asked.

"Guy's one of the veterans around here. I don't know what he does exactly, but if you're in his presence and you're unclaimed by some other predator, you're up for inspection." Daniel said as he finished his plank and just knelt back, sitting on the twink's face, chuckling as he heard a sniff.

"What do you mean?" Lance asked, as Daniel moaned.

"Oh… that hit the spot, boy." Daniel praised the twink, who had just started rimming him, ruffling his hair as he turned his face to Lance again. "He leads them to the lockers and eats them out, one by one, until they cum. All but one, though. The one he spares ends up becoming his prey for the time being, and from what I hear, he gives them the time of their lives."

"I see…"

"Tough luck finding a boy of your own, huh? You'll get your chance, buddy." Daniel chuckled mockingly at Lance, nudging with his head towards Hank, who was overseeing another gym goer. "Just don't be like Hank over there."

"What's wrong with Hank?"

"He refuses to employ any of the methods we do. Thinks we can win them over just being himself. What a moron." Daniel couldn't help but laugh. "I think he's trying his chances with some deaf kid now. Maybe trying to mimic my bro, Jason."

"Jason?"

"If you ever see a guy who's an alpha like me with a blind kid around, that's Jason and his boy, Corey." Daniel said, unable to contain himself. "Hey, maybe you'll be luckier with the deaf kid. I mean, your only competition is Hank, haha!"

Feeling disparaged, Lance rudely turned his back on the other predator, trying his best to ignore the way Daniel even moaned louder just to bully him, almost stomping the gym floor with each step, working out with a vengeance, so hard that his skin was utterly drenched in sweat, the tanned veins protruding in his forearms as well as his biceps bulging by the time he was done.

Heading towards the lockers, towel laid over his shoulder, Lance was still sulking over his predicament. He was so sure he was meant to be a predator in that gym's hierarchy, so certain of his skills as an alpha predator, that he was meant to dominate and not to be manhandled: why couldn't he simply pick up prey?!

Almost as if aware of his woes, it was at that specific moment that Lance saw a line of men headed towards another part of the lockers, led by the guy he had tried to approach earlier, all in the same daze. Although he didn't feel compelled to follow by the same hypnotic power that had lured them, there was a curiosity in Lance. A point to prove.

So, the hunk followed the army of zombies that marched along like following the Pied Piper, until they were all lined up next to each other, instructed to strip by a nude older man who Lance assumed that was that Inspector, judging by the aviator shades he was wearing.

"Present!" he heard the older man shout.

Lance merely bent forward, ready to spread his ass cheeks, before he looked around and saw that the other men were actually climbing onto the large table in the middle of the lockers and getting on all-fours, something he quickly repeated, gulping silently in expectation.

As luck would have it, Lance was the third one on the queue, waiting patiently as he watched the zonked lad next to him, moaning joyfully while the Inspector licked his ass voraciously, the sensation so intense and heavenly that he actually had tears of bliss in his empty hazel eyes. He watched with an awestruck expectation as he heard his moans reaching a crescendo, before he came all over the table, which meant Lance was next.

The man leaned forward, taking a whiff of Lance's ass, just like he did with the other two.

However, instead of releasing a moan, the man let out a disapproving groan.

"Huh?!" he exclaimed as he grabbed Lance's ass, leaning closer to give it a confirming lick, eventually taking a step back. "What are you doing here?!"

Lance was confused, turning around and sitting back on the table to face the man, seeing he almost had an offended look on his face despite not being able to see his eyes.

"You're not like them, my dear boy! You're not prey, you smell and taste like a predator, just like me!" the man exclaimed as if he were reminding Lance of basic notions. "Go find your own boys to play with. Scram!"

Lance did as he was instructed, more out of confusion than mere submission. He simply didn't understand. Was he just meant to be a weak predator whose smell didn't have that much of an effect, after all?

Before he left the room, however, Lance heard a moan and gave the row a final look, watching the Inspector rimming his fourth boy to orgasm, that utterly pleased face of the twink he was eating out just exquisite. All he wanted was to have a boy of his holding that same expression while he filled him with his seed after fucking his brains out, was it that much to ask for?!

Eventually, the opportunity came for Lance the moment when he least expected it. Or, at least, it came in the most unexpected form at the most needed time.

Lance was sure that luck seemed to finally have smiled on him, for the gorgeous surfer he had met at the rowing machines was having his first day there. A total himbo, easy-going attitude, pearly white smile. He would surely be easy to seduce!

Once they were done working out, Lance was quick to take off his clothes after both returned to the lockers, holding his sweaty jockstrap in his hand, ready to follow that surfer boy to the showers and give him the time of his life, just like he deserved…

But, before he caught on to him, Lance's enhanced hearing picked up something. Music, playing in a remote corner of the lockers. Possibly some lost AirPods left behind or something, making Lance think he might as well pick them up and leave them at the reception.

Following the sound, recognizing it as trance music, as he walked, Lance swore the lockers changed shape daily, every time finding new parts that not only didn't he recognize from previous visits, but that also didn't make any sense existing, being just needless extra space, although he ignored that thought as he finally found its source, gasping silently at what he uncovered.

"Oh fuck yeah, Whorey!" moaned a man that Lance could only think it was that Jason guy Daniel had told him about. giving off a sweaty stench that was so strong even Lance's nose wrinkled in response from a distance, although it wasn't him he was captivated by, but by the way he had a boy on his knees, almost empty-hued blind blue eyes white open, hands bound behind his back by a chain of tied-up socks, his ears covered by AirPods blasting trance music.

Lance was staring at that show of complete sensory deprivation, in awe of Jason's perverted intellect, knowing the sensation would be otherworldly for his boy. No access to his sight or his hearing, completely gagged and silenced by the jock's hard cock, his smell and taste were being completely overwhelmed by Jason's scent, although the gentle, caring way that the hunk played with Corey's hair, combing it back with his fingers, also reassured he was safe, perfectly aware he was under the jock's power and there was nothing he could do about it, so he might just as well surrender and bask in the safety of Jason's care, cock lodged deep down his throat notwithstanding.

"That's it… keep sucking that fat dick, baby boy. All your senses focused on my cock, my smell and my taste, no need to see or hear at all!" Jason moaned loudly, before he chuckled at himself. "Oh wait, you can't hear this either!"

Lance kept staring open-mouthed with a rising erection, glad he couldn't be seen. Yet, he had a feeling that even if Jason noticed him, he'd just go on with what he was doing, completely smug and satisfied with the way his boy was deepthroating him like a pro.

The more he watched Jason, the more Lance envied him. Not in that negative way jealousy could corrupt someone, no. Lance aspired to be like that, a cocky dominant stud who claimed what he fucked and strolled around with a shit-eating grin like he owned the place. And although Jason's musk wasn't affecting Lance's arousal in the least, the idea of being Jason was making him horny as hell, even stroking his own cock at that show. To just dominate a boy, having them do whatever he wanted.

Which was why, when he looked at the open locker, two gym bags stored in it, one clearly smellier than the other, Lance got an idea. One that he kept struggling with the whole time Corey built Jason's orgasm, although he then heard Jason's phone ring.

Corey also tried to pull his head back, hearing the call ring through the AirPods, but Jason promptly held him there while stretching toward the locker and grabbing his phone.

"Hello?" Jason asked.

Lance couldn't believe Jason was going to have a phone conversation while getting his dick sucked.

"Oh, hey Daniel… yeah, I'm in lockers with Rory… we're gonna take a while… yeah, he's just sucking me off… come on bro, don't be a douche… yeah, I'll be there soon."

Jason grumbled as he turned off the phone, pausing the music as he turned to Corey.

"Okay, baby boy. Time for your daily protein." Jason chuckled, playing the music back again as he grabbed Corey's hair, taking over for the grand finale. Despite being quite well-trained at sucking Jason's fleshy rod, the erratic, forceful thrusts made difficult for Corey to breathe, causing him to gag a few times at first, copious amounts of saliva flowing from his lips, lubricating the shaft in a bubbly, sticky sheen. It didn't take long for Jason to roar out before he emptied his balls down his boy's throat, fucking his face so roughly in his final throes of orgasm that the AirPods even fell off.

That was the cue for Lance to hide behind the lockers, waiting patiently for Jason and Corey to recover from that hard fuck as they kissed one another passionately, before Jason finally declared it was over.

"That was amazing, Jason…" Corey sighed as he licked the cum around his face, with Jason's fingers helping him clean off what remained.

"I know you'd love it, baby boy. Now, off we go." Jason declared and helped Corey finish getting dressed before putting on a clearly sweaty tank top and shorts, not even bothering to put a lock on his locker before he put a black mask on with white shark teeth, turning towards the boy and handing him his own mask, one that read 'JASON'S PROPERTY' in big white readable letters.

"Do I really have to, Jason?" Corey whined brattily. "I'm only gonna wear it for a minute before we start working out!"

"Oh, is it, smartass?" Jason chuckled evilly, pulling Corey's face towards his armpit, giving him a noogie as he ruffled his hair just to be a jerk, before releasing him. "Well, you're putting the mask on anyway just because I'm telling you to."

"That's so unfair… you know I hate wearing it!"

"Ah, ah, ah. I've been calling you baby boy so much you're starting to act like one." Jason laughed at his own joke, before he got a devious idea, grabbing one of his sweaty socks from his gym bag, balling it up and then shoving it in his boy's mouth. "There we go. You just suck on that and put your mask on like a good boy, babe."

Of course, the intense taste of Jason's socks made Corey lose his train of thought, with the hunk just chuckling as he put the mask on his boy, unable to make a final snarky comment that was both mocking and caring.

"Hah, guess you're gonna chew on that sock the whole workout, huh babe? Maybe it will help you remind you aren't meant to talk back to your master." Jason grinned cockily before guiding him along with an arm over his shoulders, the way he always walked around with Corey at the gym, wanting everyone to know who he belonged to.

The nude Lance waited until the coast was clear to finally approach Jason's locker, almost standing comically on his tiptoes as he walked, silently taking Jason's gym bag with him, making sure there were no valuable items or electronic devices that could be tracked, before he walked away without being caught at all.

At first, Lance thought of just storing the gym bag in his own locker for future use, but then he realised Jason could very well smell his own musk, or even use the blind kid's heightened sense of smell to do so, so he decided to leave immediately, knowing it would be better to rethink his strategy back home.

Taking a quick shower, Lance was ready to dash away from the gym, but unfortunately someone just had to shout his name, making him turn around like he had been caught at the crime scene, turning around slowly before he sighed in relief as he recognized it was Hank, clearly needing help interpreting, since Jazz was by his side.

"Sup, Hank?" Lance asked, keeping a distance.

"You mind helping me with deaf language? I forgot my phone at home." Hank asked, the gentle smile on his face making it clear he meant no offence with the way he referred to sign language. He was just that daft.

"Sure." Lance said unenthusiastically, much preferring to go home and think of a strategy on how to use Jason's sweaty clothing to snag a guy for himself.

However, as he got a proper look at Jazz, now that he didn't have the gorgeous twink from the other day in his mind, he realised just how handsome Jazz was himself, his blond hair quite well-styled despite being at the gym, with a pair of beautiful, innocent green eyes that he could very well lose himself staring into… especially if they were gazing up at him with a mouthful of cock.

"Sure!" he replied more enthusiastically, approaching them and turning towards Jazz, signalling with his hands. "What hours are you free tomorrow?"

"I have classes in the morning, finish at one. I'm completely free after that, just need to have lunch." Jazz signalled back.

"Jazz is saying he can't be here until four, if it's okay with you." Lance lied.

"Oh, sure, no problem. I can swap things around." Hank replied with a gentle smile, while Lance had to contain a wicked one of his own as he turned to Jazz.

"He's asking if you can come at 2 PM sharp," he gestured.

"Sure, no problem." Jazz gestured back, bidding farewell to Hank with a hug, before he went towards the lockers himself, blissfully unaware of the trap that Lance had just set up for him. Lance knew he was doing a shitty thing to Hank, but, at the end of the day, he was a predator like Lance.

And Jazz was no different than any other prey.

The next day, Lance arrived at the gym in his finest biker leather jacket despite having brought his car for a change, even walking in wearing shades, sure that day would be the day. He changed into a cut-off T-Shirt that exposed his muscular arms and part of his delicious abs in a way that would be impossible to resist as he began to workout, although there wasn't a single minute where he wouldn't glance at his watch, just anxious for the clock to strike two.

And when it did, Lance was there, watching from a distance with a predatory grin as Jazz looked around, trying to ask a few patrons if they had seen Hank, but either being ignored or misunderstood. Eventually Jazz shrugged and went towards one of the benches to lift weights, spreading his legs as he laid back on it, those loose shorts of his exposing a pair of succulent thighs that had Lance thinking they would feel perfect once they were wrapped around his waist while he fucked him.

Licking his lips decidedly with lust, Lance marched in his direction, thinking that the poor thing was truly helpless, he definitely needed someone like Lance to guide him on. Once he reached Jazz, Lance got too close for comfort, his crotch aligned with Jazz's head, forcing Jazz to almost bump against his crotch as he sat up to have a good look at that stranger.

"Everything okay, Jazz?" Lance signalled with a fake caring smile. "Where's Hank?"

"I have no idea. He was supposed to meet me here, but he hasn't shown up yet."

"That meathead must have forgotten." Lance sighed as he kept signalling. "You know what? I have his private number. My phone is charging in the lockers, why don't you come with me?"

"Sure!"

Jazz followed Lance into the lockers, not once suspecting Lance had any ulterior motives, not even as the hunk had him pretty much trapped between him and one of the walls, opening the locker door and tapping his phone while it was still inside the open locker, distracting him with a signalled question.

"Hey, doesn't it look like these lockers change shape every day."

That strange question made Jazz look around as if to confirm Lance's statement, honestly having not bothered to pay attention, which was the perfect distraction for Lance to tap him as if going to pass him the phone…

… only to hand him Jason's jockstrap cup, waiting for Jazz to absentmindedly grab it before being able to realise he wouldn't be able to do anything with it, at which point it was too late.

Before Jazz knew it, he was pushed against the wall with a gentle firmness, his own wrist being grabbed and manoeuvred so he was covering his nose and mouth with that cup, unwittingly taking a sniff that made him groan and roll his eyes with how intense Jason's musk was, preventing him from putting up a decent fight, not that he would have had any chance against Lance, who brought his other hand up to signal at Jazz.

"Look into my eyes Jazz. You can do that for me, right, babe?" Lance asked, nodding to try and coax Jazz to follow him.

"S-staahp!" Jazz actually exclaimed behind the cup, forcing Lance to take more drastic measures.

"Ah, ah, ah!" he tutted loud and clear, making sure he stared at Jazz directly so the young man could read his lips. He even half-embraced Jazz with one muscular arm to close the distance between them, tightening his grip on the younger man's wrist to keep the cup over his mouth and nose. "Look into my eyes, Jazz. Keep those pretty peepers on me so you can read my lips. The smell is strong, isn't it?"

And although Lance knew Jazz wouldn't exactly hear him taking the deep sniff he did, he sure saw the way Lance's nostrils opened as he did so, the jock trying to coax Jazz to sniff along two or three more times before Jazz unwittingly followed along, again closing his eyes and groaning at the overwhelming scent, which eventually made him let out a weak now.

"That's it, Jazz… keep breathing… " Lance instructed, always speaking slowly and almost inaudibly, knowing Jazz would focus on the movement of his lips and, better yet, that focus would make him less and less likely to try and fight the effects of Jason's stench invading his mind. "You're behaving so well, Jazz, such a good boy. You want to be a good boy for me, don't you? Wanna know what would make me so happy?"

"W-whuh?" Jazz mouthed weakly, feeling his mind hazy, filled with a fog, although he eventually let out a groan once he was coaxed by Lance to take yet another mind-numbing sniff.

"Keep holding that cup for me, babe. That's all I ask. Pretty please?" Lance even pouted almost mockingly, although he only let go of Jazz's hand once he was sure the young man wasn't trying to take the cup away from his face anymore, holding it like a makeshift oxygen mask, breathing almost placidly from it as he remained still.

However, Lance didn't feel safe enough to let go of him yet, the hand that had been holding his wrist moving instead to stroke Jazz's hair tenderly, smiling at his prey reassuringly their eyes still locked together in a mutual gaze, with Lance only moving his face so he could nuzzle Jazz, their noses rubbing together in an eskimo's kiss.

"There we go…" Lance eventually cooed, letting go of Jazz completely, loving the way he slumped back against the wall in defeat as he stepped back to contemplate his prey, so weak and helpless, completely at his mercy. It filled him with such a mighty sensation that Lance took off his shirt to take a deep breath and flex, grunting with power, eventually feeling his mighty cock throb against the fabric that contained it.

"Come to me, baby. Let me hug you tight." Lance gestured at Jazz before he spread his arms, loving the way his zonked-out prey half-lumbered, half marched in his direction, almost tripping in his feet as he fell forward into Lance's embrace, who gently moved his arm down to take the cup off his face so he could finally claim Jazz's sweet lips in an even sweeter kiss. The two macked for over a minute, the sounds of their lips and tongues getting to know each other echoing throughout the bathroom, with Lance sighing in his mind at how sad it was that Jazz wouldn't be able to hear that delicious sound. Nonetheless, he picked up his boy in his arms, coaxing Jazz to wrap those legs around him with a smack to the bare thigh, carrying him into a bench so he could sit there.

Prudence suggested he should just grab Jazz and take him home where he would be safe from any predators (well, any other predators), but Lance's arousal dictated he at least have some fun now. So, Lance knelt in front of the bench and laid Jazz's legs over his shoulders, stroking and groping his thighs to soothe him down as he took a deep whiff of his ass, groaning himself at the smell. He didn't know how exactly he was able to conclude this, but Jazz had the wonderful fragrance of virgin, uncorrupted prey, enough to make him lose himself and bury his face deep in it, assaulting the boy with his tongue.

Jazz's green eyes shot wide open as he cried out from the sensation of having a tongue licking his ass, having never imagined such pleasures would ever be real, no matter possible. He was only able to react with loud moans and laboured breaths, his legs going from kicking the air wildly in an attempt to deal with the intense pleasure without really hurting Lance's back whenever his ankles landed on it, to try and squeeze Lance's head closer in a vice, but too weak to do so, to finally end up just becoming jelly as they laid limp over the hunk's shoulders, before stretching one final time, his bare toes fanning out as he came, shooting ropes of cum all over Lance's sweaty back.

"Well that was anticlimactic." Lance chuckled to himself as he pulled his face out of Jazz's hole, but he was pleased with the results nonetheless. However, he couldn't make a snarky comment of his own. "Maybe I should start calling you Jizz, huh? Seems like a more fitting nickname for someone who shoots so fast, Jizzy."

Poor Jazz was so overwhelmed by the musk and the bliss of his orgasm that he didn't reply, even as Lance dressed him up, remembering to fasten the cup over his mouth and nose just in case and covering it with a surgical mask, donning his own as he turned to the helpless boy.

"Keep breathing, okay buddy?" he asked and nodded at the same time, coaxing Jazz to nod along in his daze, unaware of what he was even consenting to. "Just stay in your happy place until I take you home."

Nonetheless, Lance wrapped an arm around him and guided him along, taking the elevator on purpose so he wouldn't risk the minimal chance of crossing Hank in case he had arrived earlier, quickly dashing away without looking back at the receptionist's desk.

Had he done so, Lance would realise he had just missed the three-man party that was surrounding the desk asking for the whereabouts of Jason's gym bag, with no luck at all, eventually walking down the ramp with Corey in tow, Jason's arm around his shoulders as it always was like a leash.

"I swear, when I find the little perv who did this… he has no idea what's gonna happen to him." Jason grumbled. "Stealing my clothes just to fap to my stink… how selfish can you be? Right, babe?"

"Yeah, Jason!" Corey replied, just as angry. "The least he could do was grovel and beg for them!"

"Oh, we could tie him up and sit on his face while we play video games the whole weekend." Daniel suggested with a horny grin.

"That sounds more like something our little Whorey would love. Huh, what do you think, babe?" Jason chuckled at the way Corey couldn't help but contain a blush.

"I don't know, Jason… the whole weekend?"

"Well, think of it as your punishment if you don't find my gym bag while I'm working out. That excellent nose of yours has gotta be useful for something other than worshipping me."

"Jason, he can't see, you asshole." Daniel said, punching his friend's bare arm at his daftness.

"Oh yeah, you're right." Jason chuckled, giving Corey an affectionate kiss on the cheek. "Sorry babe."

However, Jason looked around, his eyes eventually zeroing in on someone who had just showered and had clearly been listening to their conversation, with the way he froze as he felt Jason's sight on him, even dropping his towel in response on accident. The hunk nodded, thinking that he wasn't bad looking at all. Why, he might have even seduced him on another occasion. Tall, delicious ebony skin decorated attractively with muscle and a handsome face with pouty thick lips that just begged for a cock to fill them. However, at that moment, Jason had something else in mind for him, handing Corey to Daniel, who helped him onto his knees to bury his face in his crotch and just watched as Jason worked his magic on yet another prey.

"Hey, kid. You got any plans today?" Jason asked, not even putting up any pretences as he approached him, trapping him against a corner, grinning at the way he gulped in response.

"N-No…" the young man almost stuttered, a clear prey.

"Good." Jason smirked evilly, "C'mere."

Nonchalantly grabbing him by the back of his head and shoving him in his armpit, Jason trapped him in a tight headlock that had him struggling and crying out with muffled complaints, sitting back on the bench as he held the young man tightly, caressing his afro soothingly, enjoying the fluffy texture.

"You're not going anywhere, kid, so you might as well just breathe in my stink and give in. Don't worry, I got a treat for you when you're nice and obedient." Jason said, just sitting there patiently until he felt his prey giving in, at which he tested his obedience with a simple command. "Lick, kid."

And lick he did. However, Jason only afforded him the privilege of one lick before he yanked his head out, enjoying the way those glazed emerald eyes stared back at him emptily, a horny smile on the tall young man's adorable face.

"Good boy. You like making me happy, don't you?" Jason nodded, always loving the way his prey nodded along. "And you're doing great so far. But there's something I'd love you to do for me to make me even happier. Do you want to, babe?"

"Yesss…" the young man even hissed, clearly loving the idea.

"Such a sweet boy." Jason smiled gently, helping him back up as Daniel handed him Corey back so he could have boys holding hands. "You're gonna guide my baby boy around so he can find something for us while we work out, okay? Make sure he doesn't bump into anyone or anything and, if you behave well, you're in for a ride tonight with me and my bro. Are we clear?"

"Yes, sir!"

"Good boy. Now, go along. We want you both back here in an hour." Jason ordered and went on with Daniel for their workout, with the poor hypnotised duo happily starting their empty pursuit.

Unaware of how much he had doomed those two poor boys to an evening of blissful torture, Lance was in bliss himself as he arrived home, parking his care in his garage and just taking in the moment when he looked to his side and saw the way Jazz was lying his head on his shoulder, completely knocked out from musk overload.

"So beautiful…" Lance said, knowing he wouldn't be able to hear him, before he got out of the car, opening Jazz's door to pick him up in his arms like a bride, making sure he wouldn't be seen as he carried him to his room, locking the door behind him and pretty much throwing Jazz into his bed, knowing he could be as loud as he wanted in his house.

"Let's get that awful mask off you." Lance said as he gently took it off Jazz, but he didn't stop there. Stripping them both, leaving Jazz naked while he was just in his jockstrap, Lance dressed the still knocked out Jazz in his gym clothes, loving the way they were oversized on him, making him look even more enticing.

Lance was so horny that he couldn't contain himself for too long and pounced on Jazz, almost smothering him under his bigger, larger, muscular sweaty body, kissing him again in a passionate make-out session, grinding his hard member against Jazz's clothed bulge, chuckling at the way he felt that cock hardening again despite having just cum earlier. The hunk was content just humping Jazz until he roused, enjoying, before he finally heard Jazz let out a confused groan, his eyelids fluttering open with an empty gaze before those forest eyes focused on his, opening wide in confusion.

"Lance?!" Jazz exclaimed, with Lance gently shifting in order to allow him to move his arms so he could gesture. "What… why… where am I?!"

"It's okay… it's okay… you're with me, Jazz. You're safe." Lance gestured back.

"But I… you… what did you do to me? Lance, get off me!"

"Shhh… sshhh…" Lance hushed Jazz as he shifted his torso, picking up one of Jason's used jockstraps from the gym bag, gesturing with one hand "Here, let's put this on you.".

"What?" Jazz gestured, completely unprepared for when Lance shoved the jockstrap in his face, pressing it tight against his nostrils. "MMmf!"

"Shhh… it's okay, you're okay Jazz… just breathe. You're safe as long as I'm here… to protect you… to take care of you… you're mine now, babe."

"Stop… please Lance! I'll do anything you want!" Jazz complained, trying his best not to breathe.

"Oh, you will babe. See, Hank didn't tell you, but the Jock Jungle is filled with predators, just like me. And pretty boys like you are our prey. And now that I finally got in my coils, I'm not gonna let you go. Ever." Lance gestured it all while holding a gentle smile that betrayed the way he had Jazz utterly trapped, pinned under him and unable to push him off since his muscled body was quite heavier. "Now, be a good boy for me, and take a deep sniff. Just like I told you earlier."

With how overwhelmed Jazz had already been by Jason's musk earlier, along with the almost consuming bliss that Lance had provided him, the fight left in him was almost pitiful. Even if he was aware of what he was doing, he couldn't help but follow Lance's word, taking that mind-wrecking sniff that had his eyes almost rolling into their sockets, making him groan loudly.

"How's the smell, boy?" Lance gestured with a chuckle.

"It… stinks!" Jazz complained out loud, his voice muffled under the jockstrap.

"I know, I know… you poor thing." Lance gestured with a sigh, as if he weren't the one forcing that smell on Jazz. "Here, why don't you try this one?"

"Huh?" Jazz voiced out his confusion, but he didn't have the chance to breathe fresh air as Lance replaced Jason's jockstrap with one of his own, not needing to be coaxed this time to take a deep whiff, groaning out as he filled his lungs with Lance's scent this time, although his eyes didn't roll back into their sockets.

"Smells different, doesn't it?" Lance gestured to catch Jazz's attention, smiling and nodding to coax him to do the same. "It's not as raw… but still strong… still manly. Why I'd daresay it's more pleasant to smell, isn't it?"

Jazz took a while to reflect on those words, his mind having already become a massive fog that weakened slightly now that he wasn't being overwhelmed with Jason's pungent musk. However, he was still influenced enough by its arousing properties to conclude that Lance was right, although he normally wouldn't have used 'pleasant' as a word to describe smelling a jockstrap.

Nonetheless, he nodded.

"Oh, you're making me so proud!" Lance smiled genuinely, beaming with pride at how pleasant Jazz's submission was being. "Here, let me put it around your head so you can keep smelling it."

Fastening his jockstrap around Jazz's head like a mask, Lance was in heaven as he took his body into his arms, keeping him dressed in his gym clothes so he would keep being surrounded with his musk. Rolling around with Jazz in his bed, Lance trapped him between the wall and his larger, muscular body, keeping him wrapped up nice and tight in his arms and legs while he rubbed their noses together, kissing him through the jockstrap's fabric, which acted like a barrier between their tongues, but still helped Lance force Jazz to taste him.

Despite the fog in his mind, Jazz couldn't help but smile behind the jockstrap, quite horny himself, even as Lance broke the kiss and rolled them around so he sat back against a pillow, with Jazz lying over him, their foreheads pressed together as Lance placed his hands on his ass, a hint of fat in those two globes despite the firmness from Hank's supervised workouts.

"You look so cute with my jockstrap on your face." Lance spoke out loud, more to himself, knowing Jazz couldn't read his lips. "So adorable. Like a puppy. Yeah, you're my little puppy now, Jazz. All mine!"

However, Jazz did feel the way Lance laughed in his gloating, giggling along without really knowing why, before Lance finally removed the jockstrap away from his face, helping him kneel back slightly so he could take things to the next step.

"Okay, puppy. Do you know who this jockstrap belongs to?" Lance asked, knowing Jazz was too out of it to respond properly. "It's mine. So, what does it mean? Whose wonderful manly smell is this?"

"Yours?" Jazz eventually gestured, taking a while to reach that conclusion.

"That's right, puppy. Mine. And if my smell is so amazing it has your cock leaking buckets, then it means that I must also taste amazing, right?"

"I…guess?" Jazz replied, again taking a full minute to think of an answer.

"Good answer, puppy." Lance grinned as he lifted his right arm, flexing it behind his head to expose a sweaty, smelly armpit, grinning as he laid out his command. "So be a good boy and have a taste. I won't let you out until you lick that pit clean!"

Before Jazz could even react to the implications of what Lance had just said, the hunk pulled his head into his armpit, lowering his arm to trap him in his warm, musky prison as he began to stroke Jazz's hair with his other hand while keeping his head pressed there.

As expected, Jazz began to try and thrash. Although not really a wrestler, Lance was undeniably stronger than him, able to hold him still by wrapping his legs around his waist and squeezing him tightly in a vice, needing no words to make it clear for Jazz he was going nowhere until he licked Lance's armpit. However, that didn't mean Lance had to be rough, so he merely waited patiently, stroking Jazz's hair with tender affection, eventually letting out a pleased sigh when he finally felt the young man's tongue coming out to give that surrendering lick.

"Oooh, that's it, my little puppy!" Lance gloated, unable to contain himself, knowing he could be as nasty as he wanted without making Jazz feel degraded or humiliated. "I can't believe I finally got my own pit licker!"

A lick eventually became two, and soon Jazz surrendered to Lance's taste, licking that armpit just like the horny predator wanted, starting to grow quite fond of the salty taste of his sweat himself. The way Lance loosened his grip on his body seemed to encourage him as he settled into a comfortable position, eventually grabbing Jazz's blonde hair in a gentle grip and moving him around, not wanting him to lose a drop of sweat.

Once he was finished with that armpit, Lance pulled him out to claim him in a passionate kiss, the two of them making out like lovers, with Jazz clearly enjoying the way their tongues wrestled with one another, with Lance's overpowering his eventually, the poor boy panting once the predator broke the kiss to gesture.

"You're behaving so well, puppy. Time for the other pit." Lance winked, loving the way the young man almost smiled as he nodded, visibly more accepting of his predicament than before, ready to dive into the other pit before Lance stopped him and brought him back, a confused look in Jazz's expression. "But let's get you comfortable first, okay?"

Stripping them both naked, although keeping his own clothes nearby in case he needed to give Jazz another dose of stink, Lance laid back down, crossing his arms behind his head so Jazz could access his pits, although he soon moved his right arm and sucked on two of his fingers before he slowly and teasingly slid the wet digits down Jazz's back as the boy kept licking him, loving the way they made the boy shudder, as they finally approached their destination, trailing across his ass crack.

"Knock, knock!" Lance chuckled as he exclaimed, tapping Jazz's hole with one finger. "Anyone home?"

Of course, Jazz tensed up in reflex, pausing his licking, having not expected to have his hole fingered that day, but Lance playfully trapped him in his armpit once more, planting kisses on his sweaty head to hush him down, waiting for Jazz to become distracted with his pits again so his fingers could continue their incursion, eventually sliding one finger inside Jazz's hole, confirming his virgin state.

"F-fuck!" he heard Jazz groaning against his armpit, his voice muffled, although it didn't stop him from licking.

"Heh, that's it, Jazzy. Keep licking that pit." Lance gloated until he had his finger completely buried after some effort. "Damn, such a tight little hole. That cherry of yours is gonna be de-li-cious, buddy!"

Planting another tender kiss on Jazz's head, Lance sighed and just basked in the moment, sincerely still not able to believe he had finally succeeded in capturing a boy for him to serve his every whim and command, to cherish and take good care of. Just like he had always wanted and deserved! To celebrate, he adventured another finger inside Jazz's hole, beginning to twist and spread his fingers inside him, moving back and forth as they probed his hole, the pleasure washing through Jazz like waves, keeping him in that pleasured, hazelike state, even moaning openly against Lance's armpit.

"Damn, boy! It's like you were made for this!" Lance exclaimed. He could swear Jazz's hole was even beginning to squeeze appreciatively around those fingers!

Jazz's cock leaked openly as it ground together against his own, throbbing closer and closer to his impending orgasm. Although the boy's hole had gotten used to those fingers by now, Jazz was so lost in bliss that he was completely unprepared for what happened next.

With a nasty grin, Lance jabbed those digits even deeper than ever before, pressing against Jazz's prostate as if flipping a switch. A weakened gasp escaped the boy's lips as his entire body seemed to quake with yet another orgasm, his face remaining buried in Lance's armpit as those groans died down to weakened whimpers, shooting yet another load all over Lance's abs.

"Damn, that was fucking hot!" Lance exclaimed, freeing Jazz from his armpit and pulling him back for yet another kiss, before he looked down at his abs and laughed. "Guess I really gotta start calling you Jizzy, huh? You shoot like a fountain, dude."

Holding Jazz's head with one hand, Lance brought his fingers to scoop up the load Jazz had unleashed on him, pressing those cum-stained digits against his lips, loving the way Jazz looked almost hungry as he sucked on them desperately, happily gulping down his cum.

"I taste good, don't I, puppy?" Lance asked with a sly grin, wanting more of that tongue on his body. And he knew just the place. "Then I have just the treat for you. Why don't you close your eyes for me and stick your tongue out?"

Jazz did just that, not even thinking twice as Lance laid him down on the bed so he could sit his bare ass on his face, closing his eyes and moaning loudly at the way his prey's tongue instinctively licked him. The sensation of a wet tongue on his ass was beyond divine, no wonder Jazz had liked it so much!

However, the sensation of being smothered alerted Jazz, rousing him enough to make him start trying to push Lance off him, the hunk eventually getting off Jazz, worried he was starting to wake up.

"What's wrong, puppy?" Lance asked with his hands, although Jazz did not answer, trying to look around and make sense of his situation, confused. Why was he in Lance's room again.

However, Lance could see the awareness returning to those beautiful green eyes, knowing he had to act decidedly, and fast.

So, he brought one of the jockstraps back to Jazz's face, realising too late he had grabbed Jason's on accident. As expected, Jazz's eyes rolled around and he groaned, bringing his hands up to hold it, already used to being asked to do so, which gave Lance an idea.

"It stinks, doesn't it, puppy?" Lance gestured, nodding to coax Jazz to nod along. "You much prefer the way I smell, right? Don't worry… I know just what to do. Stay here and don't move."

The hunk moved in a flash, heading towards his parents' closet to retrieve something they thought they had been able to hide from his son, who was perfectly aware of how kinky they were. He returned not even two minutes later carrying something dark under his arm that Jazz couldn't really understand what it was until Lance placed it on the bed next to him: a tight latex hood connected to a rubber tube, with only an opening for the eyes.

Helping Jazz sit straight, Lance took the jockstrap out of his face and discarded it, humming as he casually slid the hood over Jazz's face, pulling the collar round the neck tight enough that the boy's main source of air would be coming from the rubber tube, handing Lance full control of his breathing. Seeing Jazz start to rightfully become distressed over his state, Lance sat on his lap, trapping his slick, still half-erect cock between his own muscular ass.

"It's okay, puppy, don't worry." Lance gestured with a sweet smile, trying to soothe Jazz down, grabbing his hands gently and interlocking their fingers to give him a reassuring squeeze, before he returned them back up. "I already told you… I'm here and nothing can harm you as long as I'm here. You're safe with me, okay?"

Jazz understandably hesitated, but ended up nodding, trusting Lance in his entranced state.

"Good. Now, we're going to make sure we wipe away that nasty stink off your mind, so you only focus on my smell, okay? And for that, I'm going to have to blind you. You trust me, don't you, puppy?" Lance asked, bringing Jazz's hands behind his back so the boycould embrace him. "You're making me so proud, Jazz. Now, I want your hands on my body, okay?"

Jazz nodded and began to tap Lance's back as commanded, coaxing him to grope and feel his muscles, enjoying the feeling of the young man's smooth hands on his skin.

"Good puppy. Just keep feeling me up so I know you're feeling okay." Lance instructed and, with that, he tied a couple of used socks around Jazz's eyes as a makeshift blindfold, feeling Jazz's hands pause with apprehension as expected.

Nonetheless, Lance brought the tube down to his armpit and enclosed his arm around it, making sure the only thing Jazz could breathe was his musk, feeling Jazz's hands began to roam around his broad back, exploring and groping his muscles. Lance knew the sensory deprivation would increase the effects of his musk, grinning lewdly as he felt Jazz's cock hardening against his ass once more, his head swimming in bliss as all he could breathe in was pure stink.

"That's it… keep breathing… become my musk slut…" Lance gloated as he brought the tube out of his armpit, tracing his sweaty skin with it, loving the way Jazz groaned between breaths, before he brought it back to his other armpit. "I'm doing this for you, baby. It's only right that my puppy becomes familiar with every inch of his master's body so he knows how to worship him in the future. How it feels… how it tastes… how it smells."

At the same time, his hand came down and grabbed onto Jazz's balls, giving them a good squeeze.

"Ooh… there's still quite a lot left in there." Lance chuckled mockingly, knowing Jazz wouldn't be able to respond. "Guess I can still pull out a heavy one out of you when I fuck you, huh, Jizzy? You wanna shoot that load with my big cock inside you?"

"Oh yes, master! I want your big fat cock fucking my brains out!" Lance replied to himself with a mocking, higher-pitched tone, riding the high of dominance. "I can't wait for you to take my cherry!"

"Of course you can't, puppy." Lance smiled, tenderly picking one of Jazz's hands to kiss it, before bringing both to explore his chest instead, coaxing Jazz to squeeze his pecs in response, even moaning at the way he pinched a nipple. "Oh, that's it. I love it when someone plays with my nipples!"

Lance leaned down to kiss Jazz's neck, breathing gently on it as he felt his boy's body grow taut, even grinding forward to press his own erection against Jazz's, bringing the tube down to his pubes so Jazz could take in an even deeper concentration of his ripe musk. Bringing the tube down between them, Lance guided the boy's arms around him while his own wrapped tightly around him in return, his chest and weight pressed down on Jazz so hard that he was almost controlling the boy's breathing with the expansion of his own, more muscular chest.

"That's it, puppy… keep breathing…" Lance cooed. "This is what a man smells like, the kind of thing you will worship from now on."

He continued to hold Jazz that way, grinding occasionally while he kept cooing those soothing words, almost as if he knew Jazz would understand him somehow through the reverberating of his chest, as if the boy's identity was slowly being consumed with one singular need. A need that Lance was all too happy to satisfy, now that Jazz was so far down now he wouldn't even dream of resisting at this point.

After what must have felt like a lifetime for Jazz, Lance finally stepped off him, fresh air feeling foreign for Jazz as the freed tube allowed him to breathe, if only for a while, for Lance inserted its end inside one of his sneakers, loving the way it made Jazz moan, kneeling once more as he rimmed that hole with his tongue, with Jazz's legs going wild yet again.

"Heh, you love this don't you?" Lance chuckled mid-licks, glad to eat out his boy and make him cry with pleasure.

However, Lance did not allow him orgasm this time, pulling his head back with a knowing grin, although he squeezed Jazz's thighs reassuringly, before he spread them, playfully smearing the entrance to his hole with his pre. It was more than clear what was going to happen, and Lance knew that, even if Jazz didn't want it, there was nothing he could do about it at the moment, the boy's hole beginning to welcome the already pre-cum slick member in as Lance pushed it inside slowly, taking his virginity.

"Ooh fuck yeah… oh fuck… you're so fucking tight!" Lance moaned, but he didn't pause at all, slowly but surely filling Jazz's hole with his massive length.

He could feel the boy nearly convulse in his lap the moment his cock brushed against that spot, the groaning coming from inside the hood becoming more and more fevered. Smiling, Lance began moving his hips back and forth, his cock leaking more and more pre-cum inside the boy's hole as he began to groan alongside his prey, keeping the rhythm deliberately slow so they could both enjoy it.

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! You're even squeezing my cock with your ass!" Lance moaned, almost losing control for a moment, before he finally started pounding him to give him the mind-breaking fuck he wanted, pulling the tube back into his armpits in order to keep Jazz sunk in his smell, wanting him to forever associate it with his first-ever fuck.

However, after a while, Lance eventually reached down to finally undo the collar and take the mask off, wanting to examine his prize in all its glory before he finally claimed him irrevocably.

The hunk nearly came from the sight itself, with Jazz moaning and throbbing in an absolute stupor. Sweat covered cheeks, matted hair, eyes that were so empty and just begging to be filled with purpose, or perhaps just Lance's cock, although at this point they were likely one and the same. Jazz was simply smitten with Lance now, seeing him as the most beautiful sight he would even be able to comprehend.

Lance was in nirvana, simply incapable of resisting running his hands between their bodies, scooping up the boy's own spit pre with his fingers before clutching Jazz's face between his hands, tracing it the warm fluid in slow, teasing circles the closer he brought his prey to his face.

"You're mine, puppy." Lance spoke without voice, just moving his lips as he coaxed the boy's lips to part, his thumb moving in and giving the boy a taste of his own arousal, painfully throbbing against Lance's hard muscle. "So perfectly mine… all mine!"

As his digits soon swiped out of Jazz's mouth, Lance replaced them with his dominant tongue, the two men sharing in the taste of Jazz's essence.

"Good puppy…" Lance gestured as the kiss ended, his hands once again taking possession of Jazz's hips, the boy still slumped towards him as he sat back against the wall.

Jazz's eyes remained vacant up until Lance's cockhead was once again pressed teasingly at the entrance to his hole. The hunk could almost swear the boy's pupils were dilating at the exact moment he could feel Lance's cock filling him again, a lustful moan escaping his lips, in utter bliss as he felt Lance's fleshy rod claim his insides.

"Time for you to submit completely, babe…" Lance said seductively, his cock sliding deeper and deeper, slowly, before giving a sudden thrust upward halfway in.

Lance could hear Jazz gasp with pure pleasure and surprise, drool escaping his lips as both their cocks throbbed and leaked, with the hunk's upward thrusts beginning to go harder, deeper, faster, even as he continued to tease and seduce the entranced boy in his lap with breath-stealing kisses, each pound seemed to bring back a little bit of life into those eyes, although there was absolutely no resistance nor concerns left in them. Only lust. It was like Lance's powerful hips and cock were literally pounding Jazz into a hornier and hornier mess that he was going to enjoy ravaging over and over again. And although the boy's hole began squeezing and clenching his cock again, Jazz was happy to let Lance to continue gripping his hips and moving him up and down in time with his thrusts, letting the hunk dictate the pace completely, his gloating moans eventually evolving into growls the hornier he became, soon he was thrusting upwards with an intensity and rhythm that had Jazz crying out wantonly, his eyes nearly rolling up his head.

The two, sweat-drenched and pre-cum covered men cried out in unison as Lance fired his hot seed deep inside Jazz, his cock pumping load after load into the boy's willing hole. The way the boy convulsed and fell into him, panting and moaning, had Lance instinctively wrap his arms around him, his cock remaining embedded deep as he let the juices sit inside, caressing the boy's back, noting that although Jazz's cock was still rock hard, he had not cum yet, as if he knew he wasn't meant to this time.

"Good puppy…" Lance cooed, his hand tenderly stroking the boy's back, the other tilting the boy's chin upwards so their gazes would meet just as Lance's lips voiced that command.

"Cum."

It had looked like Jazz was just about to get his breath back, Lance's orgasm nearly as strongly felt for him. But, as he saw Lance's gesture, his eyes widened, letting another, more drawn out moan as he collapsed further into Lance, shuddering as his entire body seemed to light up with mind-numbing bliss. His cock, throbbing as it was against Lance's abdomen, soon began to pump out all that remained of his own essence with such a powerful orgasm that it knocked Jazz out once he had shot his final rope of cum, lying in his own juices, warm in his master's arms.

Lance looked up at the ceiling and almost let out a tearful sigh.

He had done it. Jazz was all his now.

Gently reaching forward to pull the covers over their nude bodies, Lance planted a kiss on Jazz's sweat-matted hair, making sure he was comfortable in his embrace, smiling as he stroked his cheek affectionately.

"Sleep well, baby boy," he cooed, eventually falling into a slumber of his own.

The next morning, Lance arrived at the parking lot on his motorcycle, as he always did, although there was something new that day.

Behind him sat Jazz, having spent the whole ride embracing Lance tightly, lying his head on the jock's nape, an absolutely blessed smile on his own gorgeous face, happily nodding along with everything Lance gestured to him as they took off their helmets and marched along to the gym together like two boyfriends, with Lance looking and feeling like he was king of the world with a boy in proud of belonging to someone, like he finally fit in, although his main devotion was utterly Lance.

However, the predator barely had a chance to gloat at random patrons, for he foolishly chosen as his first act to return Jason's "'lost' bag like the good Samaritan he was. Of course, it just had to be on that precise moment that Jason and Daniel showed up with their boys tow, the rather dim-witted receptionist even pointing out how much of a coincidence it was with a gentle smile.

"Oh, I know you!" Daniel said, chuckling at the scenario he came up with. "Don't tell me you actually stole another guy's clothes to get a boy of your own?"

"No, I took it by accident." Lance said, handing it back to Jason, who took it in his hands without saying anything, giving Lance's own bag a good look before he raised an eyebrow.

"I wonder why… they aren't even the same brand." Jason commented with a mocking tone that Lance could recognise, not falling for the same trick twice.

"Well… anyway, it's here. Sorry for the bother." Lance said, ready to dash away with Jazz, before Jason interrupted him.

"Now hold on and wait a second!" he exclaimed, making Lance almost freeze in place, enough for him to give Jazz a rough pull to bring him closer so he could press his jockstrap cup over Jazz's nose and mouth while his other arm trapped him in a half-embrace. "Smell this, kid."

As predicted, to Lance's horror, Jazz did take that sinful sniff, filling his lungs with Jason's pungent musk that was strong enough to almost make his eyes roll back. And although Lance did gulp nervously, fearing the worst, his eyes opened wide as he saw Jazz shake his head and try to break free from Jason's grip.

"It stinks!" he complained, grossed out.

Jason was so surprised by that comment that he actually let go of Jazz, who stepped back towards Lance and embraced him almost asking for protection, nuzzling his face against Lance's exposed chest as he took a deep whiff, clearly preferring the smell of his master.

"Mmmm…" he hummed.

To say Jason and Daniel were awestruck at what they had just seen would be too simple of a statement, but the two jocks eventually broke into a shared laughter, before they stepped towards Lance, each placing a friendly muscular arm around the other jock's shoulders in a friendly way.

"Welcome to the jungle, Lance. You're finally one of us, bro!"

Lance couldn't contain his proud grin. He had finally been accepted as the predator he was.

The three jocks eventually made their way towards the lockers with their boys in tow, acting like the alpha clique of that jungle with their gorgeous, devoted boys in tow for everyone to see, ogle at, and even envy.

And Hank. The poor hunk once again got blindsided and lost his chance.

Maybe one day he would learn that in the Jock Jungle, no matter how friendly you are, nice guys finish last.

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