"So little bro, what sport will it be?" you ask Lewis, convinced there's very little he would be beat you at.
"Wrestling", Lewis answers, to your utmost suprise.
"Seriously?" you reply in disbelief. "What makes you think you've improved since the last time we wrestled?"
"I'm feeling lucky, and just to make it extra interesting, we'll play by your favourite rules".
"Let me get this straight". You can not believe what you are hearing. "I give you a choice of any sport in the world to save yourself from 3 weeks of slavery, and you pick a Stinkface Wrestling Match?"
"That's right" Lewis replies, somehat cockily "First person to stinkface the other for 10 seconds in a row wins".
"Well I hope you know what your getting yourself in for".
You both prepared and then began the wrestling match with a verbal "Ding Ding Ding". This was going to be easy. You strode towards Lewis and prepared to lock up. As you did so, however, Lewis dropped to the ground and hugged your legs together. You were caught completly off guard as Lewis pulled your legs from underneath you. You were sent crashing to the ground with a thud. Lewis had been practising. He scrmabled on top of you and pinned your arms to the ground by your sides, using his hands. Lewis had spread his weight evenly making it difficult for you to lift him off.
He had pinned you in a weird way, such that his arms were crossed. His left arm had your left arm pinned and his right arm had your right arm pinned. You wondered why he had done this, that is until Lewis managed to rotate 180 degrees. His arms were now uncrossed and he was sitting on your chest facing away from you. You heart sank, Lewis was about to beat you, and worse, he was about to give you a stinkface. All he had to do was shuffle backwards. You struggled as much as you could but Lewis's weight remained firm. He maneuvered a little so that he was kneeling on your shoulders with his butt positioned above your face. You could not believe it, only stare upwards at Lewis's butt, clad in thin tracksuit bottoms.
"I've waited a long time for this". With those words, Lewis lowered his butt onto your face. You were promptly engulfed by two smelly butt cheeks, your face somewhat buried between them. You struggled to escape the stench as Lewis triuphantly began to count. Damnit, a deal was a deal. You had to get him off you, but being on your back was a huge disadvantage. Lewis's count reached 3, and then 4 and he began to tauntingly wiggle his butt. This was not happening, how had he even managed to get you in this position, let alone humiliate you. What was worse was that if he reached 10, you would have to be his slave for 3 weeks.
You cleared your head and thought. The count was 5 and now 6. The only free limbs that you had were your legs, but how would they help you. The you had an idea. You raised both of your legs in the air and tried to attack Lewis's head. Lewis simply used his free arms and caught a leg in each hand, and hugged them to his sides. Perfect. This was just what you had hoped Lewis would do. The count was now at 8 though, and you had to act fast. You were in a sort of "<" shape, lying on your back with your legs being held above you. Fortunately, with your legs under Lewis's arms, you could attempt to launch him off you. Before Lewis could reach 9, you extended your hips and straightened your body out. Lewis was clearly not expecting this and was sent hurling forward, his butt lifting off your face. He did three quarters of a somersault and landed flat on his back. You sat up to see that you were now sat at Lewis's head, your legs trapping his arms to the floor. Before Lewis could do anything, you quickly clambered on top of him and pinned him in the same position he had you in, not moments ago; kneeling on his arms with your butt positioned above his face.
"Well Lewis, I have to hand it to you, I was scared for a while. But now its time for payback". You said reaching down to the waistband of your jeans. Lewis knew what you had in mind and began to thrash underneath you, but you were so much heavier than he was, you barely budged.
"No please" he whimpered "leave you jeans on!"
You lowered your jeans, mercilessly. "But I have to pay you back for almost beating me" you said, as you then reached down to do the same with your boxers.
"NO! Not bare! Anything but that! Please Ash", your brother was begging you, but you had no sympathy. He was the one who chose this match type, so he had to live with the consequences. You lowered you boxers revealing your bare butt. Then you began to lower.
"NOOOOOOOO-MMPPHHH!" You sat down, making sure that your brothers nose was inbetween your butt cheeks.
"MMMPPHH! MMPPHHH!" Lewis was obviously in some discomfort. Its about to get worse, you thought to yourself, evily. You clenched and pushed and released a loud bassy fart, before begining a painfully slow count to 10. You wanted to make him regret the day that he thought he could beat you in a wrestling match, so you made the time between each number at least 5 seconds. Lewis continued to struggle up until the count of 3 (effectivley 15 seconds), hoping you would increase the count speed. You did not and made him endure a full 49 second, bare butt, stinkface. You purposely did not reach 10. You remained pinning Lewis but shuffled forward, removing your butt from his face.
"Had enough yet?" you asked tauntingly.
"Please, no more. I give up", Lewis begged.
"You know the rules, there is no giving up. The only way to lose is to be stinkfaced for 10 straight seconds and I've got too much gas to let you up now". Lewis whimpered as you suspended your butt about an inch above his face. You dropped another loud, long, smelly fart and retook your seat. Lewis was still whimpering underneath you but thankfully it was muffled. You began shaking your butt, gently rubbing the stench on his face. This time you decided to lengthen the count and only increased it everytime you released a fart, meaning Lewis would have to endure 10 explosions of your morning gas. As you sat and humiliated your brother, farting and rubbing your bare butt on his face, you remembered that you were still in a competition, and if you won Lewis would have to be your slave all week. You released your 9th fart, and contemplated sitting back up before the 10th. He's suffered enough, you thought, and released the final fart in his face, making sure to rub it in before you declared 10 "seconds" were over.
"Well Lewis", you said shuffling forward and raising your boxers and jeans. "I won and you know what that means. You have to be my slave for three weeks. Anything that I ask you to do, you have to do it and if you refuse, I'll torture you, and it will be much worse than that. OK?"
"Yes OK, just get off me"
"Good" you said, standing up and releasing him. "You can do what you like for 45 minutes, but you have to report to me at 11 O clock".
The kid deserved a break after that relentless punishment, so you let him go upstairs and play in his room, while you stayed downstairs and tried to come up with a few torturing duties to bestow upon Lewis.
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