Detective Michael Counihan was the deputy in BW Police Station, tall, muscular, with sharp facial features. He has great pecs and a nice firm ass. He has a very gruff and stern voice, his masculine tone oozing with authority.
He’s now investigating the missing case of several bankers, including Andrea, Kevin, Zac and Denis. After researching into the last place of signals, Officer Counihan decided to go to Stercomaster’s restaurant for further investigation. He was the leader of the Criminal Investigation Division and the Missing Persons Unit.
Stood with Counihan was another hunky officer, Blake Radcliff. His chiseled face is highlighted by a well - groomed beard and captivating, clear - eyed gaze. His short, neatly styled hair adds to his professional and handsome look. When seen outside of his uniform, his muscular physique is truly a sight to behold. His chest and arms are covered in detailed, artistic tattoos that give him a rugged edge. Every muscle is well - defined, from the bulging biceps to the sculpted abs. His broad back, adorned with an intricate tattoo, showcases his strength as he exercises.
Both officers have been in the ST city for weeks and been keeping their eyes on Stercomaster’s restaurant. The location in the deserted town already indicated abnormality.
After discussion, Michael and Blake decided to go to meet the owner. They was received by the guard Gianluca, who led them into the restaurant. On entering, both keen cops noticed a faint stink in the air. They frowned, also noticing there’s no else in the restaurant. The distinct smell that lingered in the air. It wasn’t immediately noticeably sharp, but as soon as the cops took a deep breath, it hit them like a ton of bricks.
“Please follow me, my master is already waiting for you.” Gianluca walked in front. Blake looked at the guard’s huge plumb round butt that’s ripe for the taking, thinking this is one hell of an ass. He could smell the stink from the guard’s ass, even through his leather pants. He watched those muscular asscheeks bounce with every step even through the Gianluca’s pants. On top of the smell emanating from the guard’s ass, there’s another stink lingering in the air, a mix of masculine sweat and stale piss and shit in outhouse. Blake curled his nose and tried his best to breathe through his mouth. Now and then he waved a hand in front of his face to disperse the stink.
On entering Stercomaster’s office, the cops were suddenly hit by a strong blast of stink that almost fainted them. It smelt as if a tens of asses had been farting in the room. The thick shitty smell was stronger than anything the cop had smelt. But as professional cops, they quickly shook out of it and regained their clear mind and saw the huge well-groomed suited man sitting behind the desk.
Michael immediately didn’t like the man in front of him. Years of dealing with criminal cases gave him the ability to recognize the well-hidden evil in the man’s eyes. He looked at Blake, and saw the same suspicion in his eyes.
“Nice meeting you, officers.” Stercomaster went to shake hand with them. That’s when the cops noticed the rancid shitty stench was from Stercomaster’s body.
Blake collected his mind, sitting in front of the man across the desk with Counihan. “As I said before in my telephone, I came here for the missing cases of several bankers.”
The air in the office was thick with the reek of raw sewage and rotting feces, a suffocating cloud that seemed to claw at the officers lungs and burn their eyes. Every breath was a struggle, the foul odor invading their senses, yet there was something inexplicably magnetic about it—a dark, primal pull that overrode their revulsion. But at moment, they couldn’t pay much attention to the stink.
“I understand but I’m not sure how I can help you, officer.” Stercomaster put his feet in socks on the desk.
Both cops’ noses were hit by the strongest feet odor. It smelt like the man hadn’t washed his feet for years. Michael looked down on Stercomaster’s white sock that was deeply brown and his partner Blake also looked at the right foot that placed before him.
It seemed Stercomaster just took his feet out of a leather shoe, the smell was free of the shoes containment. Michael winced at the smell, he thought he was going to jump back and recoil from the smell, or cover his nose, but instead, out of a reason unknown to him, he did nothing.
“According to my investigation, this is the place where their phone signals was last detected.” Michael swallowed hard. On rare occasion when he got close to Stercomaster’s left foot, his mind blew a fuse. The feet odor was so intoxicating it gave his a boner through his jeans.
Both cops could smell Stercomaster’s shitty body odor across the desk. Thet took a huge inhale of the man’s feet stink. Normally, the neat cops would push the nasty feet away vehemently and recoil in disgust. But now, something seemed different.
“But that doesn’t prove anything, did it?” Stercomaster edged his feet closer to the two officers respectively.
" After that, they went completely missing, no signs of witnessing, nothing." Blake said underneath his breath, the strong stink permeating the air really starting to eat away at his patience. The unmistakable aroma of feet perspiration enveloped the two cops and washed into their noses and twisted their mind. The stink filled the space before their noses and invaded their lungs.
“Maybe they started with a new life. Officers, you know how some men are just not satisfied with their own previous life. Many of them have unknown desires that long to be drawn out. I’m sure you also have their desires in you.” Stercomaster said and shook his feet under the officers’ noses.
Neither cops answered immediately. Their eyesight taken by Stercomaster’s sweaty feet. The white socks were moist with modelled well to Stercomaster’s feet. The brown-wore sole of the showed clear imprints of his toes. They didn’t understand why they are studying a man’s feet.
Swallowing hard, Michael replied: " No, Sir, you’re deviating…" He couldn’t notice what himself was talking, as the thought nagged in his mind:" Just take a whiff, a quick sniff, it will be easing. " His crotch was heating in perverse adoration for the stink. The cop was feeling enthralled. Strong stink was wafting over him.
The guard Gianluca, who stood always behind, passed both cops a cup of liquid, but as neither drank it, even though they felt quite thirsty. Michael looked at Blake, who had been silent for a while, and saw his nose just two inch away from Stercomaster’s right foot.
Michael’s dick flicked up in his pants. He tried to pull away and remained where he was. But just then, Stercomaster adjusted his feet positions and edged left foot closer to Michael’s nose. Michael’s nose made contact with the a toe, and he couldn’t help but inhaling the foot funk. The cop sighed on the heavenly smell. He couldn’t peel his nose away. The cop noticed his own hard-on and the dampness in his underpants.
Michael knew he must shield a mental blockage of his conscious mind against longing for the stinking foot. He had finally managed to hang to his rationality and stood up. His movement also broke Blake’s trance., who also managed to stand up with his eyes a little glassy. Knowing they shouldn’t stay here for long, Michael and Blake quickly left and said they would drop by the next day.
Both cops left in a quick manner but were largely silent on the way back to the hotel. They didn’t talk about the stink, both recovering from the smell that were rooted in their minds. They were frustrated and battled in their mind. “Smelling a man’s feet? It’s repulsive to any sane person! It made no fucking sense!” Both cops also felt a kind of deeper longing, not only for feet stench, but for something more.
Back in hotel, the cops felt their lust calmed down. They discussed about the cases a while. Then Michael went to the shower. He took off his clothes, exposing his huge muscles and went to the shower.
Blake was still pondering on the case as a familiar smell hit his nose. His dick immediately sprung to its hardness. He looked up and saw Michael’s shoes next to his bed. The smell of Michael’s freshly worn shoes filled his nose quickly.
Knowing it’s wrong, Blake suddenly got this thought and courage to sniff Michael’s shoes.
Blake picked up Michael’s shoes that gave out sharp briny stink of feet. The cop was feeling hot, slowly putting the damp aperture to his nose.
“This isn’t me.” Regretful, he snatched up Michale’s shoe and pressed it over his nose and mouth. The sound of shower was assuring for his activity as the cop took his first long drag inside Michael’s shoe.
" Fuck…" Blake almost moaned out when the stink filled his nose. His nose skimmed every part of the shoes that emanated the heavy stink. Blake could feel his saliva soaking its way slowly into the sole of the Michael’s shoes, and then the stink of feet seeping back onto his tongue and down his throat. The strong feet odor was blotting out the cop’s unrealistic attempt to resist his new compulsion to inhale more stink.
Blake was dazed and confused, unable to process what was happening to him. He knew he hey had been corrupted, but he couldn’t resist the overwhelming urge. Then he thrust the other shoe on his pulsing dick and began to rub his dick on the damp interior.
Unbeknownst to Blake, the Deputy Michael was wanking his dick in the shower in the same raging way. His nose could also not forget the hot stink emanating from Stercomaster’s nose. He was wanking his dick harder and harder. But before he cummed, the deputy forced himself out of the trance. He stood there under shower, panting, all sweaty. " No, he couldn’t cum to such disgusting fantasy!"
With his lust unsatisfied, deputy Michael walked out the shower, pushed his shoes aside with his feet and sat onto the bed, failing to notice the strange milky liquid in one of his shoes as Blake went to the shower with an expression of guiltiness.
The next day, both cops went back to the restaurant. This time, both have shielded their mental barriers up. Both categorized their weird lust as a simple accident in a corner of their mind.
But the moment they went in the restaurant, their noses caught the first trail of the sharp stink and almost instinctively, both cops took a deep breath and felt extremely relaxed as if this is the right place and only right thing to do to release their pressure.
Now Deputy Michael handed Stercomaster the call logs of the missing banker. " Sir, all I need is cooperation. " Michael said, " These logs manifest connections between this place and those missing case."
" How fortunate. Cooperation happens to be my favorite things." Stercomaster leaned over across the desk to take the file. As he spoke, a noxious cloud erupted from his mouth — a stench so vile, so utterly putrid, that it seemed to warp the very air around the two cops’ noses.
Blake felt extremely thirty, and grabbed the cup to quench his thirst. The liquid tastes rancid and salty, yet delicious. Michael wanted to warn Blake not to drink anything here. He saw Blake paused and frowned at the taste but then poured the whole cup into his mouth. Guided by thirst and curiosity, Michael also lifted the cup and tipped the liquid into his mouth. The taste overwhelmed the deputy’s tastebud, it’s a kind of flavor that he never had before. Instead of easing their craving, both cops felt a stronger thirsty that there’s no way to quench rising inside of them.
Stercomaster was reading the call logs, leaning back on the chair and putting his sweaty stinking feet on the table, right in front of each cop.
Both cops noticed this time, a pair of socks wore by the muscular sinister man was even more dirty and the smell seemed to intensify. They wanted to shift their eyes away, but they couldn’t. Both looked at the feet as if the whole world around melted away. Neither made any move as their rational mind still preceded and both knew it would be too obviously if they tried to sniff the feet. Then they heard Stercomaster’s voice.
" Officers, to show my cooperation, I have also something to offer to you for detailed study." Stercomaster puckered his lips toward them, indicating them to look down. His feet were right on a stack of papers. A smirk twisted his lips as he wiggled his toes—a mockery of invitation.
This seemed like a perfect excuse for the officers to bend their heads down. Blake made a gentle attempt to pull the paper out - he didn’t intend to actually pull them out and were happy to find out Stercomaster’s foot weighed heavily on the papers. He bowed his head down, pretending to read the contract but actually studying the stinking foot. It’s big, with a nice arch and very wet with sweat.
Michael saw Blake’s movement. He wanted to stop him, but somehow, he decided to take a deep sniff before saying anything. The Deputy reasoned himself to take a quick sniff, and the hunger will be eased. But he overestimated his self-control. The foot funk was overly seductive. The tip of his nose made contact with Stercomaster’s toes and the cop started inhaling. He sighed, the smell was mind easing for him. He felt his craving for the stench reclining a little, but next moment, the lust came back tripled. Almost unconsciously, the Deputy took a second deep breath, so deep as if he was trying to vacuum up the smell. The rational part in the cop’s mind was alerting him, telling him to stop, but his dick was burning hard in lust.
Recognizing the whole situation, Michael wanted to say something to Blake, but just as he opened his mouth, Stercomaster spread his foot further and inserted his toes into Michael’s mouth. At first, the officer tasted nothing, but then, the flavor that was ten times stronger than the feet odor filled his mouth. Losing control, the deputy closed his mouth and sucked on Stercomaster’s foot. The socks had been worn for who knows how long, the taste was like heaven.
The other officer Blake now yanked the socks off Stercomaster’s feet then sucked with abandon. His tongue poked through his lips and licked the sweaty skin… He had lost himself in his euphoric high. The cop knew this is utterly wrong, but he couldn’t help himself. He looked at the Deputy, who still sucked Stercomaster’s feet through the stinking socks. The whole scene just made him even more horny.
Blake’s greedy tongue circled each stinking toe, on which there were tufts of dark hairs. His tongue lapped around each toe and as his mouth sucked as if this is the most delicious thing he ever put his mouth on.
Meanwhile, Deputy Michael also took off the sock. His tongue lunged quickly at Stercomaster’s dirty sweaty sole of foot and worshipped like the most pious believer.
The whole office was filled with the 2 cops’ loud licking and sucking. They moaned louder as they felt their orgasm building up. The last trace of their reasons told them to stop. They couldn’t cum in such a humiliating situation but they had no strength in pulling their tongues back. All their strength was used on sucking hard the stinking foot in front of their faces. Finally, with loud moaning, ropes of sperm shot out from the cops’ twitching dicks.
Then the whole world faded around them. As both realized what happened, and jolted out from their stupor and pulled their faces from the feet that were covered in their saliva. They jumped back in shock and disbelief. The whole scene was too shocking, even for a criminal cops like them. It took them several moments to process what happened, as shame, gilt and disgust set in.
“What’s wrong, officers? I have been quite cooperative when you are licking my feet, right?” Stercomaster laughed.
Both cops stood there, panting in shame. There’s no words to describe their disgust and shame.
“What the fuck is in the drink!” Michael shouted face flushed red. He figured there’s something wrong in the drink Stercomaster gave to them. That could be the only rational explanation for their behavior. Both cops glared at the hunky man who always wore an evil smile on his face.
" Officers, it’s just the feet sweat from my guards. Some of them tend to sweat more than you could imagine." Stercomaster said leisurely. He picked up a rubber boot next to him and poured the sweat into his own cup and sipped, " And of course, their socks worn for weeks without served as the base for you."
Both cops looked down, seeing the wet socks at the bottom of the cups.
“You’re a fucking pervert!” Blake screeched but himself didn’t even realize that his tongue gave his lips a soft lick, and the taste began to regrow on him again.
" But it seems like you officers just want some more." Stercomaster eyed their crotches up. Blake and Michael looked down and saw their wet crotch bulging up obscenely again.
Stercomaster jumped on the table, turned around and tore off his pants, exposing his ass toward the two cops. “Come on, officer! Look at my big ass, you will love it even more than my feet.”
Both cops felt their throat going dry, staring at Stercomaster’s giant ass, that swayed gently, emanating a pungent, sour stench that reeked of rotten shit. The odor was thick, almost tangible, wrapping around the cops like a suffocating fog.
Stercomaster’s voice a low, seductive whisper: “Come, officers, take a sniff. Taste what you’ve never experienced before. You want it, don’t you?” His ass emanated a the stink that clawed at the senses, both repulsive and strangely alluring, mingled with the acrid tang.
Both Michael and Blake furrowed their brows, resisting the temptation. But they still stared at Stercomaster’s huge ass. The huge ass was muscular yet looked soft. A thought emerged in the cops mind - they wondered how good it would feel, to rub their faces on the big asscheeks while sniffing and licking. Realizing their growing lust, both Michael and Blake knew they must get out right away.
But then, they heard a loud fart from the ass. And the stench hit their noses immediately. It’s the worst stink they smelt so far, far more stinking than Stercomaster’s feet. For a moment, they froze. The fart odor was a vile, oppressive wave of raw sewage and decaying feces. They felt the fart smell clung to the back of their throats, a rancid, gut-churning stench that made their stomachs twist in hunger. With the overwhelming foulness, there was something inexplicably alluring, a dark, primal pull that beckoned them closer.
Blake took a step closer, and Stercomaster’s ass wobbled with a grotesque rhythm, its stench growing denser with every movement.
Michael’s face contorted in disgust, his nostrils flaring as he tried to resist the temptation. He turned to Blake, his voice uneasy, strained but urgent: “We need to get out of here. This isn’t right!!”
But Blake’s eyes were glazed, his body swaying as if hypnotized. His mouth watered with the revolting stench, a deep, irrational craving taking hold of him. His steps dragging him toward the foul-smelling ass as if pulled by an invisible force.
Just as Michael was to say something more, then came the second fart from Stercomaster, even louder and more vile than the first. " Come, officers, sniff my fart, sniff my ass. This is what you both want, isn’t it?"
Michael staggered back, his face pale, but Stercomaster’s voice, low and seductive, slithered into his mind: “Just one taste. You know you want to.” The smell, though revolting, seemed to wrap around him, pulling him back in. Michael’s body trembling as the noxious stench was inhaled deeply by him. He knew he must fight against his inner lust.
The air grew heavy with the stench of overflowing latrines and decomposing waste, a suffocating miasma that seemed to seep into their pores. Michael shook out of the trance with all his mental strength and grabbed his partner’s arm, urgency in his tone: “Blake, fucking snap out of it!!”
Blake, however, seemed deaf to reason. Stercomaster’s ass wobbled enticingly, its stench growing stronger, more intoxicating. Blake’s resolve crumbled. His hands shook, his mouth watered despite the overwhelming foulness, and his body moved as if no longer under his control.
Blake’s face now inches from Stercomaster’s ass, his breath hitching as the smell of fart filled his lungs. His mouth was drooling. But eventually, before he got his hands on Stercomaster’s asscheeks, the cop held himself, as if holding onto the last straw of resistance.
But then Stercomaster released the third fart. The stench that followed was unbearable. It’s a thick, choking cloud of raw excrement and putrid waste that made both men hungry. Blake could see clearly Stercomaster’s thick asslips opened as the minute-long fart continued its way out, blasting warmly on his face.
With a final, shuddering gasp, Blake gave in. He leaned forward, his face inching closer to Stercomaster’s repulsive ass. The smell was unbearable, a putrid wave of decay and filth. The officer couldn’t stop himself. His nose brushed against the asscrack, and then, with a desperate and almost animalistic hunger, he buried his face into Stercomaster’s asscrack, the source of the vile stench.
The moment his face made contact, the smell intensified, a rancid, choking miasma that seemed to seep into his very soul. Blake’s body convulsed in delirium. He inhaled deeply, his mind clouded by the pure stink. Stercomaster’s laughter echoed in his ears, low and mocking, as Blake succumbed completely, lost in the foul stink.
Seeing his partner lost to the temptation, a chill ran down Michael’s spine. He wanted to drag Blake away as he saw Blake darted his tongue into Stercomaster’s filthy asscrack.
" Ahhh, fuck, I always want a cop to clean my stinking shit crack!!" Stercomaster said and rubbed his ass on Blake’s face. He turned his head and looked at Deputy Michael, " Come Michael, join Blake, you want to, right? You also want to lick my hot ass!"
Just then, the Deputy realized he’s already drooling copiously. Dripping saliva flew down his chin onto his lewdly wet bulging. The smell was unbearable, a crushing wave of filth that threatened to drown him. Michael almost leaned towards Stercomaster’s ass but he stopped himself in time. Knowing he couldn’t stay any longer and had to leave immediately, the Deputy turned and ran, leaving his partner behind as he heard the sound of a long wet squishy fart followed by Blake’s guttural climaxing growls echoing through the hall…
