Jeff sat there in a daze, staring at Simon's hairy armpit. He was mesmerized by the smell coming from the thick brown bushes of hair. He had just had his face buried in them and orgasmed, but he was horny again and he couldn't think about anything other than jock body odor.
Simon stared at Jeff, who was clearly a in a trance. Simon laughed as he looked at Jeff's vacant expression, covered in pit sweat with a line of drool running down his face. Simon felt a bit bad; Jeff would never be the same again. He wasn't all there any more. He wanted to make him a jock but now he was just the team fag, addicted to their odors. Oh well! At least it will be fun to play with him!
Just then Mark, the team captain and two hairy linebackers, Travis and Thomas, burst into the locker room. They had worked up quite a sweat and they smelled quite bad. "Hey Simon, looking good!", Mark said as he eyed Simon's new hulking hairy body. Then Mark saw Jeff. "What's this?"
"My old friend Jeff. I tried to make him a jock like me but i think i over did it. Now he is just our team fag towel boy. He will do anything get out jock sweat!", Simon replied.
"Oh nice. Lets see". Mark sauntered over to Jeff and raised his arms.
Jeff was confused. Why was his mind so cloudy. All he could think about was pits, asses, and crutches. He wished he could be one of these jock armpits. Live in their putrid sweat glands. Jeff saw Marks armpits as he walked towards him. Jeff licked his lips and practically shoved himself onto Mark. He shoved his face right into the messy curls and started sniffing. Oh wow! Mark had even worse body odor than Simon. His mind went even more cloudy. After a few seconds of heaven, Mark pushed Jeff off. "No no Jeff! Armpits are your reward. First you have to do something go me."
Mark took off his jock strap and let his huge 10 inch cock flop out. The hair was ever thick and matted with sweat, and his veiny shaft was beaded with sweat. Mark took Jeff's face and guided it into his groin. Jeff started taking deep breathes of the potential crotch odor. My god it stunk. Jeff was instantly hard again. He kept sniffing and moaning.
Jeff knew he had to please Mark. He took Marks shaft into his mouth and began to suck. It tasted very salty and his nose was buried in the smelly clump of pubic hair. It only took a few seconds until Mark blew. He pulled out and finished on Jeff's face.
"Their jeff, now you can play with my armpit!". Within seconds Jeff was buried in the sweaty jungles of Mark's armpits. Deep in Jeff's mind he knew his life was over. Simon ruined it. He will never amount to anything other than a locker roomies slave. But he didnt care. The teams body odor was too good and he would keep serving them, sniffing them, absorbing their sweat, as long as he could. He imagined his brain being scrubbed across the jocks armpits and crotches again, turning yellow with use. He couldn't stop thinking about it!
The 4 jocks laughed at Jeff as he served Mark. He couldn't help himself. Who gets to use Jeff next?