Cory was dragged over to the couch and pushed onto it so that his head was laying where Paul was sitting. Paul got in Corys face and put a hand on his throat.
"Now you're gonna lay there and shut the fuck up so I can finish my game!"
Cory was scared, never having seen this side of Paul. He didn't even move when he saw Paul turn around and bring his gray sweatpants covered ass down into his face. Paul wiggled his bum to get more comfortable and settled all his weight down, squashing Cory deep into the couch cushion and making it very hard to breath.
Cory was in a sweaty hell, his whole face was being abused by ass sweat and stale farts trapped in soft fabric, with the added weight making everything very painful. He tried to endure through the end of the match, but was disheartened to hear Paul simply start another one with no indication he would let Cory up any time soon. With his nose buried in crack, and his lips pressed so tightly against a butt cheek he may as well have been kissing it, Cory served as nothing more than a seat for his smelly roommate.
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