"Sniff this!" The jock, Jared, shouts as Matthew pushes Alex's head right into Jared's crack. A series of potent, toxic farts groan out, and the stinky fumes swirled up Alex's nose and down his throat. He gags, and his eyes water, as the fetid, broccoli scented wind wraps around him, torturing his senses.
"Want some more?" Matthew asks, rhetorically, as he trips the tortured boy over onto the dirty locker room floor just to proceed to sit on his face. Matthew laughs, and releases three, consecutive SBDs up Alex's nose. They all smelt of cheesy beans, and it made Alex feel so sick. He tried to push Matthew off, but he was not only weaker than Matthew, the football player, anyway, but he was being weakened by the gruesome fumes of the other boys' bums.
Alex mumbles, and Matthew pins his arms down. Jared tells Matthew to keep on farting, he wants to see Alex pass out. Two more spurts of gas shoot out of Matthew, strongly smelling of cheesy beans. Alex moans, and coughs.
The locker room already smelt like a sewer when Derek declared it was his turn.
Alex lay on the ground, moving slightly, his eyes barely open. "Goodnight buddy," laughed Derek, as his pulled down his pants, and sat his sweaty, boxer-clad bottom onto the defenceless Alex's face. Alex groaned one last time, as if to say, "Please, don't, just let me go." But it didn't matter, because seconds later, Derek released his boy stink right onto Alex's face. A couple of sniffs of the potent burrito fart and Alex was out like a locker room light...
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