Hold Your Head Still, Im About To Make A Perfect Seat Out Of Your Dopey Face. Haha. That Surprised Expression

Hold your head still, I’m about to make a perfect seat out of your dopey face. Haha. That surprised expression is picturesque, I think I’ll keep it ‘framed’ just like that once you’re a fully frozen statue. That way, every time I sit on you, pushing your nose between my crack, I can remember the precise moment where you became a basic inanimate piece of furniture. A centrepiece of the room. Your final human act before my huge cheeks became your entire existence and purpose. Eyes stuck staring at my tight arse. Cock forever frozen at the exact moment of climax.

Enough chatter though.

Aaaa, and down I go. Lush…super comfy. Yes, go ahead and squirm, it makes the experience so much more fun. For me at least. Can you feel your body stiffen? Forever posed in that humiliating position. Knees fusing together, the colour draining from your skin. Let it happen, let it consume you from head to toe. Sniff my butt and become a stupid fucking statue.

Fuck, your shiny cold exterior feels so good against my hole.

Huh…guess that’s it then. Wow, you were so quick to surrender your free will. Giving up everything to me. Hell, you barely even struggled…seat. A seat for my sweaty ass. Hope you like rimming, idiot.

Paying Your Way

Everytime Max was in the lockerroom, the air was filled with the sour scent of his "lucky" socks. After months of putting up with his musk, you finally confronted him. But he just smirked at you, continuing to change into his yellowed jockstrap and those filthy socks. The next thing you know, the world goes fuzzy around you.

Coming to, everything is black, you can't see anything around you. But you quickly realize that all of your senses are being assaulted by that sour scent, enveloping you, intoxicating you. You feel damp... And disgusting. But you can't help but continue to take in the scent. It rapidly melts your mind, until there's nothing left but a need for that sour scent.

You can hear a muffled laugh, and voices, something about getting ready for practice and having a new teammate, but none of it makes sense as Max slips you into his TN's, ready for another hard practice.

After all, you're his lucky socks. 🧦