It Started on a Train—Part One

He sat there like any other day, numb, trying to distance himself from the dull humps of flesh that were packed into the train like so many sardines stuffed in a humid stale can. He could feel contempt rising in his throat every time one of them touched him. It was nauseating to feel their bodies brush his. He absolutely despised people but this was important work.

He picked up the scent a week ago. Sitting in his usual spot pretending to read some stupid magazine that he had no interest in, the smell hit him like a sledgehammer coming down on the top of a hog's head at the slaughter house. He was stunned. Trying to scan the crowd of people exiting the train, he could not isolate the source. He knew it was designer perfume mixed with her natural pheromones. It made his flaccid cock rock hard in a split second. It disoriented him and confused him for a few moments. His rage tripled when he could not find her. He had come back everyday at the same time hoping to catch the scent again. He had to find her. He had to follow her. He had to taste her. His life was entirely wrapped around touching and tasting this wonderful smelling creature. He would not rest until he had her hair wrapped in his fist, pulling her head back while his tongue ran up the front of her throat. He was so full of desire he hadn't slept more than an hour at a time for a week. He was completely invested and his imagination was running wild with the thoughts of what he could do with her flesh.

It had been a week and three days. He was getting beyond frustrated and ready to give up. His thoughts had been on nothing else but that amazing scent. He had given up all of his normal routines. No drinking at the Rusty Scabbard. No working out at Gym World. No shopping at the hardware store for bondage gear. He had sat in his house or on the train trying to force the scent back in the front of his mind. That aroma was powerful. It was maddening. His knuckles crackled as he clenched his fists in frustration. He stood up. The train was preparing to stop at one of its many stations. He walked to the sliding doors and waited with his head down as the train began to slow. The train came to a halt. The doors slid open and he moved to the side as he saw oncoming passengers ready to board. The doors slid open and he tried his best to make his hulking frame small enough that nobody could brush against him as he exited.

That familiar sledgehammer bashed him right in the face. It was her. He smelled her. His erection was proof. Three people boarded the train. Two men and one woman had slid past him. He turned as the doors closed and all he was able to see was long auburn hair cascading down the back of the most desirable woman he had ever seen. He had gotten closer. The hunt was paying off. He would have her. He ran to the nearest restroom. He had to do something to calm himself. His adrenaline was flowing hard and his heart hammered in his chest.

He burst through the door of the first stall he came to. As soon as he could manage to slam the lock into place he ripped his fly open and released his engorged cock from its entrapment. He burst his load all over the wall behind the toilet. His orgasm was so strong he saw stars and blackness at the edges of his vision. Holding the walls of the stall, he stood for several minutes on shaking legs until his breathing calmed and his heart rate slowed to a semi-normal level. He thought he might have a heart attack the next time it happened. He knew in that moment he had to have her. He had to devour her. She had to be his.