Protein for the Team
Wrestling jock finds his teammate changing into a neanderthal as he jacks off in the locker room.
Protein for the Team
Written by: Eiji Otaka
Bruno had just gotten back to the locker room after a long practice in wrestling. The coach had been giving everyone a new supplement to improve their stamina and strength and so far it seemed to be working really well. From what coach had confided with him about it, the milky slush-like supplement was the equivalent of an all-natural steroid. He assured him it was completely safe and undetectable, but Bruno had been noticing strange side effects. His sense of smell seemed to have grown in strength and he could always distinctly smell the sweat and musk permeating in the locker room. But the weird thing about it was that he was starting to really like the sharp aromas. Happily taking in the smells as he rounded the corner to reach his locker, he was shocked to see his teammate Dirk. Dirk was sitting half-naked in a jockstrap while shoving his face into another and taking deep whiffs. Bruno was about to call him out on the gay behavior but was sent into further shock as he felt his own cock start straining in his singlet. Dirk looked up to him with glassy eyes and his lips curled into a drooling smile.
"Bruno! Smell jockstrap! It smell good!" Dirk declared like a proud idiot. He stood up and offered the smelly jockstrap to Bruno, allowing the surprised sportsman to see that his own jockstrap was soaked with semen; so much so, that cum was oozing around the sides and down his extremely hairy thighs. Dirk's bulging crotch was surrounded by a burly hairy body that held a healthy layer of fat that made the athlete look almost like a barbarian. The sight alone made Bruno shudder with a wave of horniness, and added with the pungent odor all around him had his cock begging for freedom as it stained his singlet with precum.
"Bruno take! Me got from coach! It smell good! Duh..Just like coach crotch!"
Bruno found himself taking the sweaty cum-dried jockstrap from Dirk. The manly stank odors flowing from it made Bruno's mouth water. What could be so wrong wanting to smell dirty crotchwear? Twisted reasoning pushing strong dirty homo thoughts in his brain with deep whiffs of the musk had him forget about the meaning of Dirk's words. He was captivated by the jockstrap, burying his face into it as his body pumped in size while getting hairier than a beastboy. His attention was drawn by Dirk ripping open his singlet with burly hands, his face looked rougher and his brow had distinctly sloped forward. He smiled at Bruno with misshapen yellow teeth and pulled down his partners jockstrap. Finally freed, was Bruno's musky pre dripping member; he took a deep whiff of the coach's jock as Dirk grabbed his cock, sending him into a powerful stupefying orgasm. Gushes of white cum oozed out his shaft continuously until it was replaced with thick yellow tainted globs of corrupted neanderthal seed. Dirk started sucking down the fluids with gusto, making Bruno's eyes roll in their sockets. Bruno was drooling with intensifying pleasure and stupidity as Dirk throated his foot-long sausage. His body was dripping with sweat and the room was steamy like the showers. He put a big hairy hand on Dirk's head to force more of his corrupted cromagnon cock into his buddy's maw while using the other to stuff the coach's musky jockstrap into his mouth; knawing on it and sucking out the salty rank juices it housed. His breath was hot with sweat-mixed jizz and he felt his intelligence and human conscious fade from his mind. Dark twisted thoughts washed over him to change every aspect of his thinking while his brow thickened and sloped forward. Me smell good like coach. Me make more smell good. Me want be like coach! Want more like coach! With that last thought he blast a gallon of yellow tainted cum into Dirk's mouth, who had similar thoughts.
"You boys are finally complete, good..."
They turn to see coach standing naked in all his muscled husky glory, smelly like cum, sweat, and overwhelming male musk. The neanderjocks dashed to him and immediately licked his dank pits. While the two hulking neanderjocks licked the yellow sweat from coach's hairy pits, he jerked his cock over a big bucket. Smelly precum was dribbling into the bucket and he shuddered as he started cumming into it. He size drastically increased with each pulse of thick yellow semen until he looked to be a leader among cavemen.
"Jerk into bucket. I need more protein slurps for the team," coach ordered his corrupted followers; it was hard for him not to let his mind go into a sexcrazed frenzy like his charges when in his devolved state, but he wanted everything perfect so he could have a mass of horny cavemen ready to pillage and rape the town's men into dumb sexcrazed hulks. The neanderjocks stopped licking his tainted pits and began jerking their own big juicy members into the bucket while coach took to mounting them. He slid his corruptive drooling cock into Bruno as the dumbass performed his dark deed. His big cock jabbing the prostate with every thrust to stimulate the young neanderthal before filling him with more cromagnon cum. He then did the same to Dirk. The team would be united soon...