..lectures the class: "That move is called a 'Pit Stop', remember that." the coach says.
"Good job Cade, however your usage is a bit wasteful as you should have him in your bare pit" the coach continues.
"Sorry coach, I will fix that now" Cade says with your nose still stuck in the wretched fabric. Upon hearing the coach say bare, your struggling intensifies. You think it works as Cade releases your face. As you wipe the sweat from your eyes, you look and see Cade starting to take his shirt off. The beast of a man was astonishing. His chest was covered in hair, each glistened from the sweat attached. A small river of fluid ran down his washboard abs and into pants. No doubt adding to the musk brewing in his pants. Once free of the shirt Cade stretched his arms and took a whiff of his pit
"Damn that stinks" Cade says with a smile. The now exposed armpit was a forest, the bushy hair had its own heat lines radiating off. You couldn't believe the coach was going to allow Cade to force you through that torture. Cade stared at you with a sadistic smile, step by step he slowly made his way over. Taking his time and drinking in the fear radiating off your body. Out of options you turn and run out the doors.
"Hey stop,you will lose points if you leave class" The coach yells in anger, when he realizes you are not coming back he turns to Cade.
"Go and get the runt back here. I do not care what it takes"
"Whatever you say coach" Cade responds quickly running out.
Thinking you are far safe, you pause in the hallway to catch a breath. Closing your eyes you bend over and attempt to control your breaths. This was cutch short as you feel a massive hand on the top of your head.
"What do we have here?" Cade asked still holding your fragile body.
"I think we need to punish you for skipping class" Cade continued ignoring every plea sent his way. Dragging you to the nearby bathroom he eyed a friend of his.
"Make sure nobody disturbs us or you are next" Cade said forcibly. All alone with no supervision Cade was going to destroy you.
"Now I worked up a fresh sweat chasing after your, which don't you help me clean that" He says grabbing your face and shoving it into his forest of a pit.
"Come on clean it up or things will only get worse" He said as he used your face as deodorant. The armpit was disgusting, the locker room smell seeped into your nose and throat. The horrible odor causing your to gag and fight for fresh air. The hair scratched and tickled your face. Some of which entered your mouth giving you a direct injection of jock sweat. The salty fluid was terrible causing you to vomit a bit in your mouth. Each second only amplified the torment, the smell so horrid your body couldn't even adapt. All logic was lost, the only thought was escaping the terrible armpit. However no matter how much you fought, nothing would give. You belonged to Cade's terrible pit, forced to endure the rancid prison. Soon everything began to drown out, Cade was smothering you in his stink alone. Before long, the smell and lack of clean oxygen caused you to pass out. Waking up you saw...
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