A fresh start

You awake to a ransacked tavern. Every coin you own is missing along with your old adventuring gear and all clothes other than your erotic undergarments. 'Am I just supposed to run the store nearly naked.' you think to yourself before a light goes above your head. 'Well nobody said a cat can't play basketball.' you think confidently as you grab the broom and prepare to make the best of a bad situation.

You have thankfully been left with enough supplies to run the kitchen for a few weeks and midday finds you outside in nothing but your underwear. You are putting the finishing touches on a sexy cat sign to place by the road with an arrow pointing right to your inn.

It takes a couple weeks of salacious comments and outright perverted groping of your mostly naked body in your own tavern for you to fill your stores back up and start earning some real cash but as you put your first 15 gold back in the hidey-hole you dust your hands off with some real pride. 'It feels good to have money again.'

Suddenly there's a knock at the door. You open it to find Bjor in a sweat soaked white tank top. He seems to have jogged here right after work, his chest huffing and puffing and his hairy muscles glistening with sweat. "Can I come in?"

You pull him inside, his scent already making you weak in the knees as he strolls in. He locks the door before turning to you with an excited expression. "I have something important to tell you, let's talk in your room" He says down to you, it wasn't a request but you follow behind him obediently into your bedroom. "I need to get these muddy trousers off."

Soon he is sitting down at the head of your bed, naked from the waist down. His hairy ass is sat directly on your pillow in order to elevate himself a little more. You might mind if it were anyone else but instead you simply take in the glorious view and mind melting aroma filling the confines of your small room. You sit at the foot of the bed, just in front of his spread legs as you look at him expectantly.

"Ah, I have a present for you." Bjor says, taking out a small package. "It's your new collar. I think it fits you very well."

You gape at the leather collar in awe. Emblazoned on the side are a few magical runes as well as the words: Bjor's Pet. "But I haven't gone over on the debt limit." You protest.

Bjor swings his fat, half erect cock back and forth in front of you and, as mesmerizing as you find this view, it is nothing in comparison to the heady musk coming off of those fat balls. You blush and moan a little, touching yourself now as Bjor starts to talk again. "Well if you'll remember. You're a perverted little slut who is so addicted to my stink that you agreed to add 20 gold to the debt every day you get the honor of smelling me." You hang your head in shame, blushing at the humiliation of your current predicament. Did you really sign that?

"Now you can afford one day of worshiping my fat dick. But what about in 15 minutes or so when it becomes another day and you exceed your debt limit?" He says with a gleeful expression.

You sit at the feet of this muscular, sweaty human deep in thought but also rubbing your crotch and staring at the swaying cock of your soon to be master who starts to talk again. "If you manage to kick me out. Heck, if you can even vocalize a request for me to leave. I'll pack this dick up and give you all the time you need to work off your debt."

You hardly notice that you've been inching closer and closer to Bjor's crotch. His hypnotizing cock is all that's in your mind as you give in and push your nose right underneath his hot, churning ballsack. All thought is stomped out of your head for a moment by the sheer accumulation of musky pheromones surrounding you. Suddenly you hear, "10 minutes left. Goddamn I knew it was the right choice to go three days without washing. You're addicted to this shit." You smile at him shamelessly as you take a moment to lap up the trail of precum leaking from the erect pillar of meat above you before diving back in to worship the balls and taint that are making your brain tingle at the moment.

After a few minutes, Bjor leans back even further and the next thing you hear is "bout a minute left. If you're not kicking me out now, how about we seal the deal with something I'll be having you do a lot more from now on." Legs spread, he lifts his hairy ass crack into view, an overpoweringly corruptive stench coming from its depths. "Give your masters asshole a kiss and become my ****. It's time to give in."

Giving in completely, you move your face forward, his hot sweaty balls resting on your forehead as you push your nose into the aromatic forest of hair below. Your mouth finds your new master's grimy asshole and you start to make out with it in earnest. The musk and the sweaty scent is intoxicating. Bjor sighs loudly with pleasure and reaches down to grab your hair.

"That's right. I'm going to have you clean my ass with your mouth every night from now on. Make sure everything is nice and shiny for me and feel free to get that tongue deep in there." Bjor says as he pulls your head back so his tight hole comes into view, your tongue already coating the smooth ring of muscle in saliva. His asshole is slick with his own juice and you lick it up eagerly, your lips smacking together as you try to coat his ass with your saliva instead. His stench thoroughly fucks up your brain as he marks you in his ass sweat for the better half of an hour before adjusting position with a groan and pulling you back up into a sitting position.

"Now you are ready for your collar." He instructs, your tongue lolling out of your mouth as you sit in front of him on the bed.