You freeze with your hand on your cock, Dean doing the same as he looks down at you. Pulling the jock from his mouth, his eyes widen with fear. He has just been caught jacking off with his nose deep in a jock strap.
"Tom! What the fuck are you doing in my jock strap?" He shouts, obviously in an empty house. You squirm, but even in such a situation all you can think of is that the smell that surrounds you is that of Dean's cock and balls.
"I can't believe this." He says, doing up his fly. He jump up to his feet, now towering over you. "What did you see?" He asks. You remain silent, unsure of how to answer. You think that - "Yes Dean, i saw you jacking off while you were smelling a guys sweaty crotch piece." - wouldn't secure you a sure way out of this place.
He kneels down, bending his face mere inches from your own. "How much did you see Tom?" You feel his warm breath around you as he speaks, his lips quivering, shining with spit. Before you can answer he takes a sniff, realising his own scent. His eyes dart down to your cock, still rock hard, your hand still wrapped around it.
"So you like the smell of my balls Tom. Can't say I blame you, they are pretty sweet, even though i haven't showered for a while. Doesn't smell to pretty down there does it?"
His nose now pokes inbetween your legs, taking a whiff of not only his jock underneath, but of you.
"Jesus man, you stink of my feet, is that how you got here, hitchin' a ride in my shoes?"
For the first time you nod. He picks you up, holding you in his palm which has the faint odor of pre from his session. "Look Tom, im a decent guy. Here's a deal for you. Seeing as no-one knows about you, i can do whatever i want, right?"
You wonder, how does he know no-one knows about you? It doesn't matter anyway, he's right.
"Seeing you laying down there, wanking off to the smell of me, you will do whatever i say, won't you? If you don't want to live as something thats mine, that's cool, you can always just become part of me instead. I know some pretty fun ways to get rid you Tom" He smiles, that same charming smile with a mischievous tone.
"So, what's it gonna' be?"
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