Sam looked irritated as Blaine shook the underwear onto the floor and coughed. He only had two thoughts in his head right now: video games and forcing his best friend into liking his ass stench.
"God...Sam. Don't you ever wash your underwear", Blaine gagged, "It smells like you wore these all year"
"No, those are new pairs. I guess they might have just gotten smelly right now", he smiled, proud of his "accomplishment"
"Ugh...Let's just play video games. Untie me now please", He asked kindly
"Sure, I'll play video games and you'll keep that underwear right on your face, got it?"
Sam then placed the stinky underwear onto Blaine's face again, only to have it shaken off.
"Dude. Not cool", Sam said, "If you won't keep it on......."
Sam then placed it on Blaine's poor face one last time. On the first shake Blaine made, Sam decided to put his foot down.
"If you're going to keep shaking it off. I'm guess I'll have to keep it on for you.", Sam said
The blonde jock then turned around and just plain sat on Blaine's face. He was bottomless too, but at least the underwear blocked Blaine from poking in the sinkhole. Sam's meaty ass and thighs covered Blaine's face completely and evenly. His huge package was also sitting on Blaine's forehead. Usually a scene like this would only be in Blaine's wildest fantasies, but then again, there was the smell that made it a nightmare.
"Ahh..." Sam sighed "Now I can finish the game" picking up the controller
Blaine was in a world of hell right now. He was strapped immobile to a bed. His face was being imprinted by smelly boxers. And to top it all off, it was his best friend who was doing this to him, not to mention sitting on his face and playing video games. Blaine quickly realized that his oxygen supply was thinning and began to yell.
"SAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!" he yelled out loud
Sam suddenly felt some vibrations on his smooth ass and could hear muffled yelling. He then spread out his thighs and lifted up his package. This was the only way Sam could even get a glimpse of what Blaine was trying to say.
"What? I was about to win", Sam said normally
"I can't....breathe down here", Blaine gasped
"Oh...why didn't you say so", Sam said, and Blaine heard a bit of pep in his voice
Sam then crossed his legs back over Blaine's face again, enveloping him deep under the weight of his godly ass with the stinky boxers.
"If you can't breathe. I'll give you some air then", he smiled
Sam then let out a huge blast of foul air onto Blaine's face and laughed. Blaine on the other hand wasn't even close to laughing, he was forced to breathe in the toxic stench. After 10 more minutes of this routine. Blaine yelling, Sam opening up to hear him out of breath, closing up to fart. Sam then said...
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