You shake under the weight of this giant skunk. Trapped, you try to wiggle, even trying to shove him off of you. All to no avail. The giant skunk has you trapped under his impressive muscle-bound weight, and is clearly fully capable of keeping you there without even breaking a sweat to try. Or so you say. The mix of sweat from a day's hard work and the regular stench of ass combine to make an unpleasantly pungent smell that causes your nose to wrinkle in repugnance.
Your arms and legs are pinned down, leaving only your hands alone to grab, squeeze, claw, and lightly slap his muscular rear end.
He presses you even deeper into the chair, before he proceeds to rub his firm buttocks on your defenseless body. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. The smell of his putrid buttocks it's getting to you.
"Mmmm, Mm!" He says, "stinks, don't it?"
Is this a dream, you think to yourself. You're trapped between his two firm, hairy buttcheeks. What can you do? You hear the TV turn on as he takes another bite of his meal. The way he's eating sounds pretty appetizing. That and relaxing. But the smell keeps you disgusted. You try to mumble, "please let me go," but it's unclear if he heard you with your voice trapped under his big rump.
You've gotta get out! Although the weight is pretty great, it's the smell. You can't stay with that smell. You admit, it may be very manly, but it's also potent. Very potent...it almost has you excited! You are very close to such a filthy place, yet you can't help but feel aroused. There is a warmth coming from his ass. The moments before he sat down on you keep replaying in your head. His hairy, muscular ass.
"Hey kid," Brutus states. Your eyes widen, and before you can even act on answering, the skunk's stinkhole bursts open with a thick gust of befouled wind. A fart so intense and so long, it vibrates against your entire body for a time period that –for the time being– can only be described as infinite. It's only a matter of time before the smell! Your hands tap the powerful man's sturdy asscheeks as your only form of movement. Then, the noxious stink hits you.
The effect is instantaneous. Your eyes widen as you're surprised by the utter deadliness of the manly skunk's fart. Your body quivers. Your nose is now filled with the most potent, masculine, robust odor you could ever even possibly imagine.
"Yep," you hear from above. Sounding like a relieved grunt. The stench covers your body in a thick, unpleasant fog. The rancid stink is overpowering. It clings permanently to your skin, and there's nothing you can do to stop this. You feel so small and weak under him.
"Heh, heh, heh," the smug bully chuckles, "that's right, boy, you lay there and take it." He's enjoying it! But what choice do you have other than to deal with it? I can't do anything...I really can't do anything! He then proceeds to grind his ass on you, pressing the stink deeper into your skin, ensuring an even coating of the rotten stench. He stops and sits, the humid, gaseous aroma settles. "I always like to take time to put a boy in his place. Show him what a real man smells like."
By the sound of things, he proceeds to start flexing his upper body while the smell festers. He grunts as he flexes, before flexing his ass on you. His cheeks squeeze not only you, but your throbbing cock. You are filled with embarrassment.
His body then relaxes. You feel something warm against your body. It gets warmer and warmer. A wind? A silent fart? Uh oh you think to yourself before an unbelievably foul smell quickly makes its way up your nose. Your eyes widen again. The smell is absolutely abhorrent! It fills your olfactory sense and coats your body into what is now a thick cloud of noxious smog, expanding as it clings deep into the surface of your skin. The singular expulsion of gas was packed full of sulphuric odor. The eggy eruption nearly annihilates your mental fortitude. All you can think about is just how strong it is! Your entire body is doing everything to get away from the unbelievable smell, but you can barely move, and your erection is throbbing. This position, his superiority, the smell...The smell... It's going to be stuck with me after this! you think to yourself, and you're correct. Even if this beast leaves you here now, his presence will remain in the aggressive odor.
Just as you begin to panic, Brutus' ass gently lifts off of you for just a bit. You look up at his round buttocks in fear, disgust, inferiority, and admiration. A stream of flatulence arced through the air, coating your nose and mouth in the moist gas. You struggle to breathe the polluted air before the skunk resumes his seat on you, taking another big bite of his meal.
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