Stiles is beat up repeatedly as Scott jerks off
Teen wolf stink torture (imported 24-07-19)
Chapter 13
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pridefultiny
The itch on Scott's junk began to fade, yet he kept the grinding motion going, he let out a few grunts followed by a soft moan. He was getting majorly distracted from writing his paper but all he could think about now was his enlarging penis. Making the executive decision to take a break from homework, he minimized the document website. Scott started browsing his favorite porn site and immediately clicked on one of his favorite videos.
Scott's legs flexed as he lifted his weight just enough to slip his shorts and underwear off. He dropped back down onto the chair unceremoniously. His sudden burst of weight made the chair squeak and groan. He felt his now bare ass cheeks, taint, and scrotum against the wet leather of his abused seat. The fabric was rather warm and that along with his profuse amounts of sweat broke down the cushion. Scott could feel all sorts of bumps, ridges, and bolts, underneath his body that were not there when the seat was brand new. Scott couldn't even make out which bump was the one he was using to scratch himself before, not that it mattered to him the least bit. The seat was very uncomfortable but he didn't have the patience to mind that now as he got back to the task at hand. (pun intended)
Stiles was struggling to survive the rough fabric rubbing his body. suddenly it lifted away and the relatively cool air that rushed in granted a slight reprieve. Looking up he saw Scott's Lacrosse shorts with an engorged bulge sticking out above him. His shorts used to be white but Stiles could see all the deep yellow stains from how much Scott sweated in them in the past. Stiles took as many breaths as he could of the tainted air before he began to stand. He NEEDED to escape NOW. Getting up, he struggled to stay afoot on the slippery leather under him. Finally gaining traction, he heard loud ruffling from above. Looking up, he was met with a sight he wouldn't soon forget.
Scott's bare ballsack hung ominously overhead. Stiles could see the small details along with the big ones. Long hairs speckled over the surface but the worst part was directly above him, that's where the Mccall family jewels hung. Each of Scott's engorged testicles was nearly the size of Stiles' whole body. The skin on the underside looked soft and leathery but also wrinkled. The heavy orbs weighed down on the scrotum and left quite the imprint. Stiles couldn't take his eyes away from the sight above and that was nothing on the smell. Intense Odor surrounded Stiles, the air was hot and thick like a sauna but it was completely fueled by the werewolf's sweaty nut sack. The smell before was bad but this had to be ten times worse. Totally unfiltered, Scott's musk filled Stiles' lungs and all he could do was try to cough it out. Suddenly the sac and balls started to freefall. "HOLY FU," Stiles was interrupted when the wrecking balls crashed down onto him, flattening him back down into the seat below.
Scott pressed play with his left hand, while his right one wrapped around his growing phallus. He started slowly dragging his hand up and down rather gently. He had been sweating so much that he didn't even feel the need to use lube. He liked the added friction. Sure it was sticky but the fresh sweat seemed like enough to prevent chafing, and a benefit of being a werewolf meant that it would heal right away anyway.
Scott's dick grew longer as it got harder until it reached its full nine inches. His testicles were even larger and more swollen than normal because it had been so long since his last wank session. Between classes, Lacrosse, and fighting the last threat that came to beacon hills, he had little free time lately. Now that he thought about it, it had probably been close to a month since his last orgasm but that was about to change tonight. As he brought his hand all the way up to the tip of his penis, the skin along its length pulled his scrotum into the air. It had suctioned down to the leather below and when it left the surface it let out a peeling sound. As his tightly wrapped fist lowered, his hairy balls fell back down with a splat.
Stiles once again couldn't move but this time he couldn't even attempt to breathe as the heavy sac surrounded every inch of his pathetically small body. He felt the presence of the massive testicles on either side of him pulling the skin down around him. It was as if the hot flesh was clinging to his own skin like saran wrap. His whole body was screaming at him to inhale but there was no opportunity where he was. Each time he tried to inhale the loose skin plugged the holes in his nose and mouth. His last few moments of consciousness were approaching and Stiles was sure this was how he'd die; suffocated to death under the reeking ball sack of his unaware best friend.
Stiles felt his life leaving him as the weight lifted up. The sweaty, sticky skin peeled off him just in time for him to greedily gasp in any air that appeared. Oxygen returned to his brain and tears formed in his eyes as he thought that the torture had finally ended He didn't even care how rank the air was he was just grateful to breathe again. Stiles' vision came back even though he didn't know it left him while in the darkness under Scott's hairy balls. He could see the ballsack that almost ended his life hanging above him once again. The balls looked to be moving and churning about within their confines. Stiles let out a yelp as the scrotum once again came crashing down around him. "Dear God! Not again!" He screamed in his mind, once again he wasn't able to inhale the slightest amount of air.
Scott thought the peeling sound was rather humorous but paid it little mind as he continued the repeated motion with a slow melody. Each time his sack seemed to suction down when it hit the seat and he heard the noises repeat themselves over and over setting the mood of the night. Peel, Splat. Peel, Splat. Peel, Splat. Scott felt his stomach turn as he already started to get close to climax. After his hand rose up again he held it at the end of his throbbing appendage, he was trying to keep from ejaculating too early but he was getting really hot and bothered. Sweat continued leaking from each pore on his body as it puddled in all of the indents of the seat below him. His B.O. was wafting up all around him and he realized how bad he was starting to smell. the smell of his sweat alone had such a gross twang of vinegar that even he was scrunching up his nose in disgust. It wasn't enough to stop him, however, as his eyes stayed glued to the screen. His favorite part of the video was coming up making his heart race and his fist slam back down.
Stiles couldn't believe he was actually going through this again but was relieved when the heavy sac lifted up sooner this time. Unfortunately for him though the suction seemed to be mostly on stiles this time and as the balls rose to the air, he came up with them. Ripping his face away from the sticky flesh he gobbled up as much air as he could before he fully peeled off the sac and fell back down to the seat below. The swollen nuts fell back down moments after crushing Stiles yet again. His skin was already abraded and bruised and this rough treatment was hurting him even more. As they once again rose in the air Stiles once again tried to inhale as much as he could in the short span before everything came rushing down again. The next orbital landing caused Scott's left ball to fall directly on Stiles' chest and stomach, knocking out any breath he got in prior to that.
The sac lifted once again and time seemed to slow for Stiles. He could barely make out what was happening above him in the darkness of Scott's bedroom but he could see sparkles glistening all over the skin of Scott's scrotum. If he didn't know what part of his friend he was looking at Stiles might've thought the sight before him was beautiful, The strange sparkles looked like fairies dancing on the skin of his tormentor. He had time to look to the thighs on either side of him and saw the same glisten. He thought he was actually losing his mind before he saw larger beads of sweat traveling down the muscular, hairy thighs. At that moment, Stiles realized that what he was seeing was the computer's light refracting off the sweat as it was coming out of Scott's individual pores. Looking back at the looming baby makers, Stiles could see a much larger drop moving its way along the skin above him. Stiles' mouth began to tremble for the umpteenth time that night, as the ball of sweat continued gaining volume. It rolled along the same left nut that crushed Stiles earlier before coming to the underside and finally breaking off because of its own weight. "Please no," Stiles whimpered as he noticed the drop of sweats trajectory.
The single drop splashed down coating Stiles in the foul fluid. The sweat seemed different than before and smelled much more rancid. as it seeped into his rashed skin making each scrape burn, he screamed out, "HOLY SHIT IT'S SO FUCKING HOT." The lone drop was enough to make his skin, eyes, and throat burn. It felt like he had just been basted and was now marinating in the slimy filth. He had smelled Scott's B.O. more than he'd like to admit but never in his life had it been like this. Stiles was now resting in a puddle of gathered sweat and he contemplated turning around so he could drown but was scared that wouldn't work. Wiping his eyes he was able to look up just in time to brace himself as the sac came barreling down AGAIN.
Scott's fist jolted up and down his shaft roughly, making his balls launch into the air and slap down even harder now. With each downstroke, his heavy sack fell into a puddle of sweat making a splash. "Holy shit it's so fucking hot," he whispered, wiping sweat from his brow. He continued beating his meat feverously, the whole time unaware of the damage he was causing to Stiles below. "Shit! Fuck! I'm getting close," He breathed out before letting out another moan.
Scott's legs flexed as he lifted his weight just enough to slip his shorts and underwear off. He dropped back down onto the chair unceremoniously. His sudden burst of weight made the chair squeak and groan. He felt his now bare ass cheeks, taint, and scrotum against the wet leather of his abused seat. The fabric was rather warm and that along with his profuse amounts of sweat broke down the cushion. Scott could feel all sorts of bumps, ridges, and bolts, underneath his body that were not there when the seat was brand new. Scott couldn't even make out which bump was the one he was using to scratch himself before, not that it mattered to him the least bit. The seat was very uncomfortable but he didn't have the patience to mind that now as he got back to the task at hand. (pun intended)
Stiles was struggling to survive the rough fabric rubbing his body. suddenly it lifted away and the relatively cool air that rushed in granted a slight reprieve. Looking up he saw Scott's Lacrosse shorts with an engorged bulge sticking out above him. His shorts used to be white but Stiles could see all the deep yellow stains from how much Scott sweated in them in the past. Stiles took as many breaths as he could of the tainted air before he began to stand. He NEEDED to escape NOW. Getting up, he struggled to stay afoot on the slippery leather under him. Finally gaining traction, he heard loud ruffling from above. Looking up, he was met with a sight he wouldn't soon forget.
Scott's bare ballsack hung ominously overhead. Stiles could see the small details along with the big ones. Long hairs speckled over the surface but the worst part was directly above him, that's where the Mccall family jewels hung. Each of Scott's engorged testicles was nearly the size of Stiles' whole body. The skin on the underside looked soft and leathery but also wrinkled. The heavy orbs weighed down on the scrotum and left quite the imprint. Stiles couldn't take his eyes away from the sight above and that was nothing on the smell. Intense Odor surrounded Stiles, the air was hot and thick like a sauna but it was completely fueled by the werewolf's sweaty nut sack. The smell before was bad but this had to be ten times worse. Totally unfiltered, Scott's musk filled Stiles' lungs and all he could do was try to cough it out. Suddenly the sac and balls started to freefall. "HOLY FU," Stiles was interrupted when the wrecking balls crashed down onto him, flattening him back down into the seat below.
Scott pressed play with his left hand, while his right one wrapped around his growing phallus. He started slowly dragging his hand up and down rather gently. He had been sweating so much that he didn't even feel the need to use lube. He liked the added friction. Sure it was sticky but the fresh sweat seemed like enough to prevent chafing, and a benefit of being a werewolf meant that it would heal right away anyway.
Scott's dick grew longer as it got harder until it reached its full nine inches. His testicles were even larger and more swollen than normal because it had been so long since his last wank session. Between classes, Lacrosse, and fighting the last threat that came to beacon hills, he had little free time lately. Now that he thought about it, it had probably been close to a month since his last orgasm but that was about to change tonight. As he brought his hand all the way up to the tip of his penis, the skin along its length pulled his scrotum into the air. It had suctioned down to the leather below and when it left the surface it let out a peeling sound. As his tightly wrapped fist lowered, his hairy balls fell back down with a splat.
Stiles once again couldn't move but this time he couldn't even attempt to breathe as the heavy sac surrounded every inch of his pathetically small body. He felt the presence of the massive testicles on either side of him pulling the skin down around him. It was as if the hot flesh was clinging to his own skin like saran wrap. His whole body was screaming at him to inhale but there was no opportunity where he was. Each time he tried to inhale the loose skin plugged the holes in his nose and mouth. His last few moments of consciousness were approaching and Stiles was sure this was how he'd die; suffocated to death under the reeking ball sack of his unaware best friend.
Stiles felt his life leaving him as the weight lifted up. The sweaty, sticky skin peeled off him just in time for him to greedily gasp in any air that appeared. Oxygen returned to his brain and tears formed in his eyes as he thought that the torture had finally ended He didn't even care how rank the air was he was just grateful to breathe again. Stiles' vision came back even though he didn't know it left him while in the darkness under Scott's hairy balls. He could see the ballsack that almost ended his life hanging above him once again. The balls looked to be moving and churning about within their confines. Stiles let out a yelp as the scrotum once again came crashing down around him. "Dear God! Not again!" He screamed in his mind, once again he wasn't able to inhale the slightest amount of air.
Scott thought the peeling sound was rather humorous but paid it little mind as he continued the repeated motion with a slow melody. Each time his sack seemed to suction down when it hit the seat and he heard the noises repeat themselves over and over setting the mood of the night. Peel, Splat. Peel, Splat. Peel, Splat. Scott felt his stomach turn as he already started to get close to climax. After his hand rose up again he held it at the end of his throbbing appendage, he was trying to keep from ejaculating too early but he was getting really hot and bothered. Sweat continued leaking from each pore on his body as it puddled in all of the indents of the seat below him. His B.O. was wafting up all around him and he realized how bad he was starting to smell. the smell of his sweat alone had such a gross twang of vinegar that even he was scrunching up his nose in disgust. It wasn't enough to stop him, however, as his eyes stayed glued to the screen. His favorite part of the video was coming up making his heart race and his fist slam back down.
Stiles couldn't believe he was actually going through this again but was relieved when the heavy sac lifted up sooner this time. Unfortunately for him though the suction seemed to be mostly on stiles this time and as the balls rose to the air, he came up with them. Ripping his face away from the sticky flesh he gobbled up as much air as he could before he fully peeled off the sac and fell back down to the seat below. The swollen nuts fell back down moments after crushing Stiles yet again. His skin was already abraded and bruised and this rough treatment was hurting him even more. As they once again rose in the air Stiles once again tried to inhale as much as he could in the short span before everything came rushing down again. The next orbital landing caused Scott's left ball to fall directly on Stiles' chest and stomach, knocking out any breath he got in prior to that.
The sac lifted once again and time seemed to slow for Stiles. He could barely make out what was happening above him in the darkness of Scott's bedroom but he could see sparkles glistening all over the skin of Scott's scrotum. If he didn't know what part of his friend he was looking at Stiles might've thought the sight before him was beautiful, The strange sparkles looked like fairies dancing on the skin of his tormentor. He had time to look to the thighs on either side of him and saw the same glisten. He thought he was actually losing his mind before he saw larger beads of sweat traveling down the muscular, hairy thighs. At that moment, Stiles realized that what he was seeing was the computer's light refracting off the sweat as it was coming out of Scott's individual pores. Looking back at the looming baby makers, Stiles could see a much larger drop moving its way along the skin above him. Stiles' mouth began to tremble for the umpteenth time that night, as the ball of sweat continued gaining volume. It rolled along the same left nut that crushed Stiles earlier before coming to the underside and finally breaking off because of its own weight. "Please no," Stiles whimpered as he noticed the drop of sweats trajectory.
The single drop splashed down coating Stiles in the foul fluid. The sweat seemed different than before and smelled much more rancid. as it seeped into his rashed skin making each scrape burn, he screamed out, "HOLY SHIT IT'S SO FUCKING HOT." The lone drop was enough to make his skin, eyes, and throat burn. It felt like he had just been basted and was now marinating in the slimy filth. He had smelled Scott's B.O. more than he'd like to admit but never in his life had it been like this. Stiles was now resting in a puddle of gathered sweat and he contemplated turning around so he could drown but was scared that wouldn't work. Wiping his eyes he was able to look up just in time to brace himself as the sac came barreling down AGAIN.
Scott's fist jolted up and down his shaft roughly, making his balls launch into the air and slap down even harder now. With each downstroke, his heavy sack fell into a puddle of sweat making a splash. "Holy shit it's so fucking hot," he whispered, wiping sweat from his brow. He continued beating his meat feverously, the whole time unaware of the damage he was causing to Stiles below. "Shit! Fuck! I'm getting close," He breathed out before letting out another moan.
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