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[octuscle]

There is this man I see on the train every morning in a full suit, probably a manager at one of the city firms, that pulls such a disgusted face when he sees young guys in tracksuits getting on the train with him. What setting do I pick to help him 'relate' more with his fellow man?

Suit fits perfectly, shirt is neatly ironed, shoes polished, hair styled. Samuel was very pleased with his reflection in the mirror.

He picked up his laptop bag and made his way to the subway. If he managed to get the promotion to department director next week, he would finally be entitled to a company car with a driver and, above all, a parking space right in the office building. He couldn't wait. He hated the subway. Dirt, bad air and horrible people. All the stupid conversations he had to listen to. He couldn't stand it any longer.

Bloody hell! Maybe it's good luck when a pigeon shits on you, but the jacket was ruined. Luckily, the dry cleaner was on his way to the subway stop. So it had to go without a jacket today. And he could take a trip to Savile Row during his lunch break. He would need a few new suits for his new position anyway.

The tube was packed. Maybe it was a good thing he wasn't wearing a jacket. It was warm enough as it was. But something was different today… He didn't mind the smell of other people. On the contrary. The guy in the nylon tracksuit reeked terribly of fresh sweat. And it gave Samuel a hard-on. But something else was different… Had he forgotten his own deodorant? Samuel secretly smelled his armpit, where sweat stains were forming. Hell yeah, that didn't smell like his Penhaligon's deodorant… He would have to freshen up in the office.

After changing trains, Sam finally had room to move again. Okay, he had to keep standing. But maybe it was also because of his body smell that the other passengers kept their distance. His back was soaking wet under his rucksack. Shit, the office container in the scrapyard wasn't air-conditioned, it was going to be another hot day. Only two more semesters, then Sam would graduate, then he would find a better job than the one in the metal recycler's office.

When he finally arrived at the end of the line, Sam wanted to buy a pack of cigarettes for the remaining short walk. Shit, he didn't have enough money again. But thank God he would get his pay later. And luckily he was able to bum a fag from one of the scallys hanging around the bus stop. He knew a few of the lads from the pub, and one even helped out in the scrapyard sometimes.

"Oi boss," Sam called out to his boss when he arrived at the scrapyard a few minutes late. "I'll just get changed, hav a piss n' then i'll be ready." His boss rolled his eyes. Sam was a good boy who could work hard. But like most chavs, he simply lacked discipline. And his personal hygiene was simply catastrophic.

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I suddenly need some skim coating done.

[octuscle]

I’d love to be turned into your typical idiotic young biker, having no sense of hygiene or even anything else than bikes.. if that’s possible ?

Thanks a lot

What a hot body! And a huge cock. You're always horny. And you don't give a shit about the whole world.

What counts is your bike and the feeling of freedom when you're racing down the country road on it. And when you take a break, leave your helmet on and unzip your leather suit a little, you can smell the scent of sweat and musk rising from your body. You immediately get a hard-on!

During your coffee break in the café on the country road, you open the zipper wide and let the sun shine on your chest. You wear the leather suit on your bare skin. A few guests complain about the strong smell. You pay, pull up the zipper, put on your helmet and show the bourgeois what you think of them.

The weekend belongs only to you and your bike. Nothing else matters. But unfortunately, a weekend like this is over at some point.

Monday morning, 05:30, your alarm clock rings. You jump out of bed, do 100 push-ups to wake up and then start your morning run. Your shift starts at 08:00, before that you have to take a shower and shave your head and body. Iron discipline is important.

You love your job. Law and order are just as important to you as working in the fresh air on your bike. And if you go over the top at the weekend, you can be pretty sure that your colleagues will turn a blind eye.

Sorry, buddy! We have this cooperation with the Finnish police. I get a bonus if I can combine the implementation of a customer request with the recruitment of new employees. Yes, you have to shower during the week. But I hope it's worth it.

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