Darren tries to remain calm and pretends we don’t bother him, but he can barely control his face tightening in disgust while we efficiently strip and maul him. What really gets to him is how turned on we are by the natural pheromones emanating from all the warm crannies of his body. We get our noses in his pits, under his feet, in his arse and right up under his foreskin. Only when he’s bent over naked with his proud face mashed in our crotches does he realize how completely vulnerable he is.