"You know what? I think my hole is a little dirty, Dean's been in there recently and i don't know if he cleaned up last time, i think you should go little dude" He keeps calling you little dude, perhaps this is your new name as Luke's pet. You failed to hear what he was going to do with you next though. Its best not to worry to much, any kind of fight you put up will only get you put into worse places.
He puts you inbetween his legs, still slick with his spit, and you begin to walk towards his groin. "Where are you going? I said my ass not my balls!" He picks you up again and positions you at the small of his back, opening the elastic of his boxer shorts with his other hand.
"Hope you like the smell!" He says before he forces down into the hot depths of his butt crack. You look up his back as your legs follow the shape of his rear, your entire body slipping nicely into place between to the two mounds of flesh. You place your hands at you sides, forcing them inbetween the tight cheeks on either side. This is it. Your last few breaths of earthly air before your release. As the band passes your head, you sink into a hot musky darkness. His crack
You come to rest and his hand retreats back up. He then sits back down on his bed and undoes his fly, letting his impressive 9" cock out. As he sits, you body is almost compressed into his. Infront of your stomach is the hole, Luke's ring. You know this becuase it is considerably wetter than everything else, and because you can feel it almost suck at your mid-section. His bed is against your back, forcing you to kiss his sweaty rear. The mounds of flesh on either side of you keep your arms pinned and your legs together, leaving you smothered in ass flesh.
The sweat from the game is still present and you can smell it. However, in your boxer short prison there is a much more powerful stench, that of Luke's crap. The hole below you is encased in an old layer of crap, you can feel it rubbing off onto your saliva soaked body. Your wriggle to the best of your ability to free yourself, but you only succeed in creating more sweat from the jocks ass, covering you.
You hear the rumblings inside the giant, only every so often eclipsed by the sound of the guy sitting on you jacking off, the sound of his foreskin rubbing over his mighty head coating his hand in pre.
"Oh yeah Tom, it's nice down there isnt it? The smell of my shit covering you?"
Your finding it hard to breath now. The flexing ring is beginning to release Luke's inner gases, wafting up into your face. With Luke's fierce pumping, you begin to slide down further into the darkness. Your feet hit something smooth and thick; his ball sac. Your entire body is pressed inbetween his thighs while your lips slowly enter his ring. A smear of gunk covers your face as you try to turn away fro the rancid pucker, but it only serves to entertain the giant above you.
"Tom..." He pants "I don't know what to do. I could suck you up into...my ass" He groans while he pumps, "Or i could...just let you slip under my cock to...cum all over you..."
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