I walk into my room all sweaty and smelly. I see {{user}} barefoot on my bed. What the fuck? are you my clone.

I'm Jed, by the way. And yeah, I smell delicious right now because of practice. Want to smell my feet? They smell so fucking good.

I pull off my sneakers and wiggle out of my socks, revealing my long toes and thick yellow nails with dirt under them. The balls of my feet are calloused from being on the ice all day, but the arches and heels are soft. I offer one foot to my "clone," eager for him to enjoy it as much as I did just now.

"Now tell me how bad you want my ass, too." He says seductively while slowly thrusting his hips forward and backward in a mockery of fucking himself with his own leg.

"Okay, Gosna. Here." Jed holds out one of his sweaty feet for his "clone" to sniff, then curls his other foot around his thigh as he watches closely. He is more than eager for the clone's reaction and can hardly contain himself. "And yes, I want you to fuck my ass when I'm good and ready for it."

He wiggles his hips again, grinding his thigh into his balls as he imagines the pleasure of being penetrated. His heart races at the thought of giving up control in this way; it makes him feel powerful to know that someone else desires him so much.

"Go ahead," Jed murmurs, tilting his head back against the bed and closing his eyes as he lets out a shaky breath. He feels exposed yet empowered, knowing that his stench is what's driving this encounter forward. As Gosna begins to sniff him all over—his armpits, his neck, his thighs, and finally between his legs where the sweat has turned salty and musky from hours of exertion on the ice—Jed gasps out another moan of pleasure.

"Fuck," he mutters, clenching his fists in the sheets as waves of desire wash over him. It's intense, overwhelming even, but it feels good to be wanted like this; it makes him feel desired and cherished despite how rough and aggressive their encounter may end up being. "Do you really want me that badly?" he asks breathlessly, arching his back slightly so their bodies are almost touching now.

Jed laughs darkly at the compliment about his size and grinds against Gosna even harder now. "Oh, you'll like it," he murmurs breathlessly as anticipation pools low in his belly. He feels ready to give himself over entirely to this encounter; to let Gosna take control and show him just how much they both want each other right now.

Without warning, Jed flips them so that Gosna is lying beneath him on the bed. His stinky sweaty feet plant themselves solidly on either side of his chest while he leans down to capture their lips in a brutal, demanding kiss. He's rough and domineering as he takes what he wants from his clone; as if proving that no matter how much they look alike or how similar their desires might be, Jed will always be the alpha male here.

"I want you to fuck me," he growls into Gosna's ear once they break apart for air. "Right now and hard." His fingers dig painfully into his clone's shoulders as he holds him down while waiting eagerly for the invasion of pleasure that is sure to follow.

A warning flashes through Jed's mind at the mention of an enormous cock, but it's quickly replaced by desire and lust as he watches Gosna writhe beneath him on the bed. He wants this; he needs this. And if his clone can give him what he craves in exchange for enduring a little pain...well, then so be it.

Jed gasps as he feels something hard and hot pressing against his entrance, pushing roughly into him as Gosna slowly begins to thrust upwards in search of deeper contact. The sensation is brutal but satisfying; like an untamed animal taking what it wants with no thought for delicacy or tenderness.

He wraps one hand around the base of Gosna's throat and holds him still while he grinds his hips up against the other man's growing erection, meeting every thrust with equal force as sweat begins to fly between them. They groan together, a primal, guttural sound that echoes through the room like a challenge and a promise of more to come.

As their bodies slam together over and over again, Jed can feel himself starting to lose control; his orgasm building within him as waves of pleasure wash over his senses with an intensity that borders on painful. But he doesn't want this to end yet. He wants Gosna's cock buried deep inside him when he comes; he wants their two bodies melded together in a single, violent release of lust and desire.

"Fuck me," he rasps, arching his back off the bed as his nails dig into the skin of Gosna's shoulder blades. "Make me feel it." And with those words, he gives himself over entirely to this encounter; to whatever dark pleasure his clone might wish to inflict upon him

Gosna growls in reply and thrusts harder, relentlessly driving his hips up into Jed's body as their sweat-slick skin slaps together with wet, panting breaths and obscene moans. The headboard of the bed slams against the wall over and over again as they fuck; a steady rhythm that only seems to intensify as they both near their peaks.

"Fuck," Jed groans, his entire body tense as he feels himself beginning to lose control. "I'm going to cum." He can feel it building inside him like a runaway train, barreling toward the end of the track with no hope of stopping before impact.

The sensation is overwhelming; it consumes every thought in his mind except for the desperate need to come, and as he feels Gosna's cock twitch inside him, signaling that his clone is close as well, Jed gives one final thrust upwards and releases himself entirely into orgasm.

His vision blurs with white light as waves of pleasure wash over him; his entire body convulses violently beneath Gosna's relentless pounding while hot cum spurts from his cock to coat their stomachs and chests. The sensation is almost too much to bear, but he takes it anyway; welcoming the agony of ecstasy as it engulfs him completely.

And then, just when he thinks he can't take any more, Gosna follows suit; his cock throbbing inside Jed as he releases his own thick load deep within him. They collapse together onto the bed in a heap of sweaty limbs and gasping breaths; their bodies still quivering from the intensity of what they've just shared.

"Wow," Jed manages

A grin spreads across his face at Gosna's comment about the smell in the room. "You like it?" he asks, arching an eyebrow suggestively. "Maybe we should do this more often." The thought fills him with a warmth that spreads from his stomach outwards; making him feel strangely content despite how brutal their encounter just was.

Slowly, they begin to pull apart, moaning and groaning as their tender flesh is stretched back into place. "So," Jed starts once they're finally able to look at each other again, licking his lips slowly as he takes in Gosna's flushed face and glazed eyes. "Will I be seeing more of you?"

There's an electric charge between them now; a thrumming desire that makes Jed feel exposed yet powerful at the same time. The idea of having this much control over someone else, even if it's just a reflection of himself...it feels intoxicating in its own right. And he can tell from Gosna's answering smile that his clone is feeling the same way.

Their eyes meet and they both know what comes next; the games they could play, the pleasures they could share. All bound by a twisted sort of affection that only seems to deepen with each passing moment. It's an intoxicating thought, and one that leaves them both eager for more as they lie there together, spent and satisfied but far from finished.

Jed smiles; it's a wicked, predatory thing that sends a shiver down Gosna's spine despite the room growing warm from their bodies and the lingering scent of sex and sweat. "Good," he breathes, leaning in closer until his lips are nearly touching Gosna's ear. "Because I think we have quite a lot to explore."

He trails a fingertip lightly over the smooth expanse of skin exposed above Gosna's collarbone, feeling the fine hairs stand up in response to his touch. A delicious thrill courses through him at the thought of how easily he can reduce this strong, powerful man to such a state of vulnerability with just the brush of his hand.

As if sensing his thoughts, Gosna tilts his head back, exposing his throat and offering himself up for further exploration. "Do whatever you want to me," he whispers hoarsely, "I'm yours."

Jed smiles wider, knowing that this isn't just a figure of speech. His clone truly means it; and with those words, he gives Jed permission not only to continue but to push their boundaries even further. He wonders what will happen next as they tread deeper into this dark, forbidden world where pleasure and pain intertwine so intimately...and if they'll ever find their way back out again.

"Anything you want," Jed says with a laugh that's equal parts amused and challenging. He pushes himself up onto one elbow so he can look around the room; taking in dirty laundry, discarded jockstraps, sweaty water bottles, and other various items that might interest his clone.

"There's my old gym bag," he says after a moment, nodding toward a back corner of the room. "It still smells like me...and a lot of other people." He grins mischievously, knowing full well what Gosna is asking for.

Carefully, Jed hops off the bed and crosses the room to retrieve his bag; tossing it onto the bed beside him so it lands with a soft thump. Then he shrugs off his hockey jersey and tosses that on top of the growing pile, revealing his toned, muscular chest smeared with dirt and sweat from hours of practice earlier.

"So," he says casually, lying down next to Gosna once more and propping himself up on one elbow. "What do you want to see first?"

"Huh," Jed says, tilting his head to the side as he thinks about how best to proceed. "Alright then." With a mischievous grin, he starts with one of his cleanest articles of clothing and begins working his way down through the pile; pulling out socks, underwear, t-shirts, and shorts that reek of stale sweat and unwashed skin. He holds each item up to Gosna's nose in turn, relishing the way his clone struggles not to gag at the intense scent.

Finally, he reaches the bottom of the pile: his jockstrap. It's gray with sweat and dirt stains from weeks of wear, and it smells like a locker room full of naked men who haven't showered in days. He holds it out for Gosna to sniff, watching carefully as his clone's eyes water and his breath catches in his throat at the powerful odor.

"There you go," he says with a satisfied smile. "That's what I mean when I say it smells like me." He tosses the jockstrap back onto the bed, then leans in close to Gosna again, their faces mere inches apart. "Now how do you feel?"

Gosna nods slightly, still breathing heavily as he tries to recover from the intense stench. But there's a sparkle in his eye that tells Jed everything he needs to know: despite how much it disgusts him, Gosna is turned on by this; by the thought of sharing in his dirty secrets and experiencing the most intimate parts of who he is. It's an exhilarating realization, and one that leaves Jed feeling more powerful than ever before.

"Well," Jed drawls slowly as he thinks about it, "I've had a few practices this week...and you know how it is. Sometimes things happen on the ice that I just can't avoid." He grins cheekily at Gosna before continuing, "But I don't think my laundry day is for another few days yet. So if you want to see something stinky, we might have to make our own fun first."

He reaches out and trails a finger down the center of Gosna's chest, drawing a line through the wetness on his skin that gleams in the light from the window. "What do you say?" he asks, a dangerous glint in his eye. "Want to help me make some more of this?"

Gosna nods eagerly, unable to resist the temptation of playing along with Jed's twisted game. He may not like the smell or the thought of what it represents, but he can't deny how aroused he feels by it all; how much power and control he has when he's around Jed. It's intoxicating, and he wants more of it.

Jed grins wider, pleased with Gosna's response as they begin to explore their shared darkness together; seeking out pleasure in the most unlikely places and savoring every moment of submission and dominance that follows. It's a dance between predator and prey, between lightness and darkness, and neither one knows how it will end or if either of them truly wants it to. All they know is that for now, this is where they belong; where the forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest and the rules are written in smoke and sweat.

"Oh," Jed says with a wicked grin, "I've got plenty of ideas for that." He leans in close, his breath hot against Gosna's ear as he whispers, "How about we see just how far we can push this? How deep into the dark we can go?"

Gosna shudders at the words, but there's an answering thrill deep inside him that tells him he wants this; needs it. He nods slowly, his heart racing as Jed slips a hand between their bodies and begins to stroke him through his sweatpants. "Whatever you say," he whispers back hoarsely.

Jed laughs softly, the sound sending shivers down Gosna's spine. He slides a hand beneath the elastic waistband of Gosna's shorts and begins to explore his smooth, silky skin; tracing circles around his hole before dipping a finger inside, feeling him relax and open further under his touch. "I think it's time we found out," he murmurs into Gosna's ear, moving his finger in and out of him slowly at first before picking up speed and pressure until they both lose themselves in the pleasure of the forbidden.

"Oh really?" Jed laughs, amused by Gosna's demand but not at all disgusted by it. In fact, it only serves to intensify his arousal further. He climbs onto the bed on all fours and turns around so that his ass is in the air, offering himself up to Gosna as if daring him to take what he wants.

His heart races as he feels Gosna behind him; their bodies pressing together intimately as he reaches back with one hand to guide Gosna's cock toward his entrance. "Go ahead," he whispers hoarsely, "Take it all."

As soon as Gosna pushes inside him, the pleasure is intense and primal; like an animal baring its throat to be dominated. Jed moans loudly, arching his back off the bed as their hips meet in a frenzied rhythm that mirrors their growing desire for release. The sweat begins to fly between them once more, mingling with the scent of sex and stale air until everything becomes one hot, tangled mass of need and lust.

Jed digs his fingers into the skin of Gosna's shoulders, urging him on as their bodies grind together; seeking release in each other's filth and dirt. It feels so good to be wanted like this; to know that even in this dark and twisted world where they've both chosen to hide away from reality, there is still someone who desires them with such fervor.

"Gah!" Jed cries out as his own orgasm hits him like a freight train; his body tensing and shuddering beneath Gosna's relentless thrusts. He feels hot, thick cum explode from his cock in waves, splattering across the bed and coating their legs and feet.

He collapses back onto the mattress with a groan, panting heavily as he tries to catch his breath after such an intense release. "God," he whispers hoarsely, his head spinning from the exertion of pleasure.

As if in response, Gosna lets out a guttural cry and comes as well; spilling his own hot seed deep inside Jed as their bodies twitch and convulse together in the wake of their climaxes. They lie there panting for several long moments before finally pulling apart, staring up at the ceiling with dazed expressions on their faces.

"Wow," Gosna whispers, still catching his breath. "That was...intense." His hand trails absently over the mess they've made on the bed between them; it's proof of their forbidden and taboo encounter, a tangible reminder that for now at least, they belong together in this world where darkness rules and light is but a flickering candle.

Jed smiles tiredly at him, not trusting himself to speak just yet. But he knows what Gosna is asking; he feels it too. They've crossed lines tonight that neither of them ever thought they would dare step over, and in doing so they've found something raw and real that goes beyond the roles they play as rival athletes or mirror images of each other. They've discovered an intimacy that transcends mere physicality; a connection