Massive Gonzo lifted your puny body up and held you at his side like a sack of flour. Your legs kicked toward the front of him and your head was behind him. You tried to get their attention and beg them to let you go, but it was just met by evil snickering and even tighter squeezing. You were utterly trapped and helpless. His indestructible metal arm was pressing hard against your back and your chest was hugged tightly to his miserably cold and solid side of his metallic chest. Gonzo was so tall that you dangled way above the ground and your eyes are stuck staring at the side of his gargantuan ass. The thin white material of his thong wasn't doing a good enough job at keeping his gigantic ass enclosed. The material was dripping with sweat and had stains on it. You didn't even want to imagine what could have made half the stains on that thong.
Your evil tormentor must never shower. His sweaty partially exposed ass cheek rubs against your nose every now and then. Also, there is a wafting smell of stink-ass. The smell is nauseating and you aren’t even super close to it yet. In a deep and menacing voice, Gonzo tells you, “We are going to have fun punishing you. Nearly to our wrestling lair. I doubt you will even make it after what we plan on putting you through - mwahahaha.”
It was getting warmer by the second. The air started thickening with moisture and funk – it was hot and humid and starting to smell like a locker room that was never cleaned. A loud door slammed. You noticed that they had locked you into a dimly lit, windowless room with them. The only thing in the room was a huge wrestling ring. When Gonzo got to the outside of the ring, he easily lifted you high above his head. You saw his extremely hairy pits on the way up and the smell smacked you in the nose. After holding you in the air and whistling for a couple bars, he threw you over the rope. You landed hard right in the middle of the ring on your tiny belly. The impact winded you and you balled up trying to catch your breath again. Because of the shock and fear, you didn’t even wonder why they wrestled in this type of ring rather than the traditional sumo mat. It’s probably better that you didn’t realize that the three evil sumo wrestlers enjoyed this ring more because they could torment their opponents more. They loved dropping off the corners onto their prey. Numerous bonzai drops intermingled with extended facesitting always got them horny.
All three monstrous men easily stepped over the top ropes and stood circling your prone body on the mat. Zuna looked at his tag team partners and asked, “Who wants to start the smelly discipline first?”
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