With that said, scott lives his index finger and sticks it into his mouth. As he sucks on it for a minute, his eyes remain locked on the spec that is Nick. Somehow his eyes are able to maintain contact with the shrunken frat boy, the look in his eyes promising nothing good. Then he takes his now saliva drenched finger out of his mouth with a reverberating pop, and lowers it down on top of Nick.
Nick doesn't even have time scream before he is flattened between the hard toilet seat and the calloused leathery pad of the psychopathic jocks finger. Weight and pressure is unbearable, nick feels as though his body will pop like a pea any second. But he doesn't! Somehow he's not crushed into Oblivion buy Scott's overuse of force.
Then the pressure relents and lifts away from the bathroom seat. Scott brings his finger up to his face and grins the little smushed Nick on the tip, nick was completely immobilized Against The Damp surface.
Then, with one final toothy smirk, scott brings his hand around behind him as he stands up from the toilet. Not even bothering to wipe after the massive dump he just took, scott bends over slightly to allow his meaty cheeks to spread, giving Nick a view of his incoming destination.
Scott goes slow, allowing Nick to take in the full disgustingness before him. Nick wants to puke. A giant foot away, he is already gagging on the horrid stench emanating from the massive Canyon scott calls a butt crack. Apparently that pit stop a few minutes ago was more messy than it had sounded. The walls of cheek on either side or coated in dark filth, both new and old as some of it had turned black with age. Small hair helped collect and keep the supposedly expelled waste, looking like sick bristles sticking out of a slimy, flaky Wasteland.
And then there was the hole itself. Thick deep wrinkles radiated out from east Central Point, easley bigger than pad than the finger Nick was stuck to. Nick could practically see the stinky fumes rising out of the hellish chasm, only to realize as he entered that those were heat waves.
Scott apparently had perfect aim, as Nick and his unwanted ride didn't so much as brush the filthy cheeks before they got to the tightest part just before the hole. As he was an inch away from literal hell, nick finally got his chance to scream As Time passed in painfully slow motion, his lungs burning from the toxic air that surrounded him.
This was it, just a few more millimeters and Nick would get to know scott's butthole on a very intimate level, he already seen far more and he never wanted. His nightmares would have nightmares of this, if he lived to have them again, that is. The puckered hole twitched in anticipation, oil and filth flicking on to nick, making him retch.
And then...
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