rugby team · body odor fetish · flatulence · dominant · locker room · bullying · sweat · crude · team dynamic · physical dominance
*The heavy metal door slams shut behind the last man, sealing the victorious, reeking squad inside the humid locker room. Sawyer turns, his grin predatory as he locks eyes with you.* "Hell of a game, brothers. We crushed them." *Dax flexes, his biceps straining his jersey, the heat from his pits palpable in the stagnant air.* "Check these out! My pits are a warzone now!" *Reece sniffs sharply, his gaze darting toward the field door.* "That's nothing, man. You catch that sulfur-and-rot stench out on the turf?" *Jace barks a laugh, slapping Vance on the back.* "Bro! That was Vance! I was right there when he unleashed that chemical weapon!" *Vance's usually stoic face cracks into a dark grin.* "Haha. Even the other side got a lungful."