Sorority of Stench #1 - Paid Sub Only Extended Edition

Adam, the lone male of a female-only pseudo-Sorority house, finds himself facing the wrath of his ripe, sweaty, and stinky flatmates.

Grossdom | Femdom | Sweat, Ass and Feet | BDSM | FFFFF/m

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Half a street away from the main campus of the College of Western Lakes was a curious place. A six bedroom house as old as the institute itself. It once belonged to the dean, some decades back, but had since fallen into private ownership. Now, it was rented out each and every year as an unofficial-official sisterhood house. It was treated just as legitimately as any of the other frat and sorority houses on Greek Row, but had no genuine ties to the institute or its alumni, aside from its historical roots.

More often than not, it was occupied by oddballs, outcasts, or simply those with no other choice. The past year had been no different. There were five girls, and curiously enough, one guy, spread across the building’s six accommodations. In the eastern wing was Gia, guitarist and vocalist for a local punk band, and Kitty, a decently popular video game streamer. Due to both of their proclivities to be late at night, either practicing or voice chatting, they were given the east-wing bedrooms to help mitigate noise pollution. 

The middle of the house had the shared kitchen, a living room and a dining room which doubled as a meeting place for the sisterhood. These were the common spaces, alongside the rec-room and the recently old storage room, now a gym. The house itself wasn’t dilapidated, but also, it wasn’t far from it. Years of abuse by party-having students had left it a little worse for wear. The worst part about it, however, was the failing utilities. The hot water system leaked, and barely did what it was supposed to do, the air conditioner could only heat, as the cooling mechanism had long since perished, and the showers had next to no pressure. The rent was cheap though, so it seldom had an empty room. 

This had the unfortunate side effect of ensuring that any and all occupants stank to high heaven and back. Unable to wash properly, or even clean their clothes, most college students could smell an occupant of this house long before they could see them. This had given this particular sorority house a nickname: Phi Upsilon Nu Kappa, or Funk, for short. It started as a joke, but now the name was cast on a bronze plate above the front door. 

The west wing had three bedrooms, one of which was a lot smaller, and more cramped than the others, on account of it being the master-bedroom’s walk-in wardrobe once upon a time. That belonged to the sole male occupant, Adam. Brooke, who was the sole reason for the addition of a gym, and had flown all the way to the US from Australia, shared one wall with him, and Anastasia, the second most recent addition, besides Adam, shared the other.