West African Smother

West African Smother

by ButtBully ([e-mail])

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Cory lay motionless on the small cot to which his frail, prone body was efficiently restrained. His arms were at his side and around his wrists were special bands that fastened to the thin mattress of the rickety cot. His outstretched legs were similarly fashioned and secured. He was nude with the exception of a pair of underpants.

And the sock gag and duct tape around his mouth, naturally, prevented any form of intelligible protest. He wasn’t completely sure of his exact location, but be believed that he was still somewhere within Nigeria, where he had traveled many hours from Europe on a research fellowship with Oxford University. He’d been awarded the money to conduct a sociological survey on the affects of globalization on a particularly small ethnic group in southern Nigeria. But he never made it out of the airport. He must have stood out like a sore thumb to officials upon arriving in the hot steamy airport terminal, a young, skinny, white guy with a briefcase, wearing designer jeans. So he figured that when we was summoned by three burly Nigerian men
in uniform and taken into a room for questioning, that it was standard procedure.

What didn’t seem so correct was when one of the dark, burly officers demanded that Cory relinquish his all of his money, passports, and important documents. Upon confiscating these items the officer, standing at 6ft 4”, and weighing easily 250 pounds, then cuffed Cory’s hands behind his back and communicated to him in a deep, heavy, accented voice: “You are now a prisoner of the State and are being held for interrogation in our special quarters for British spies. Upon answering our questions satisfactorily your government will be notified of your arrest and may then proceed with the necessary process of negotiating your release.” Before Cory could protest he was taken out a back exit of the airport and shoved into the back seat of a waiting vehicle. The massive policemen then entered the car, one in the front passenger seat and the other two sitting on either side of the cuffed prisoner in the back. Cory noticed how big these guys were on either side of him as they bent over and lifted their massive legs to enter the car, the weight of their bodies rocking the frame of the small vehicle as they practically sat on top of Cory, trying with great difficulty to squeeze their heavy buttocks inside the tiny, crowded interior of the car. Before the car took off, One of them covered Cory’s face with a small smelly towel and Cory passed out in the arms of the large official.

When Cory came to he found himself in his current situation, restrained and gagged, face up, and completely unable to move or escape. He could only turn his head from side to side…and this was
of little comfort—For at the precise moment Cory turned his gagged face to the left to scan the strange place he was in, panic set it. He saw a large African guy standing not too far from him. Cory
immediately recognized him as one of the burly police officers who had drugged and abducted him from the airport. It was now clear to Cory that he wasn’t taken to be interrogated…These guys had taken
him for some other reason…but why? The large man was standing about 10 feet away from Cory, smiling down at Cory with a silly unscrupulous grin on his dark handsome face. Beads of sweat formed
on the forehead of the crooked African officer, because it was so damn hot in the room. The man looked to be in his late 20s, with a neatly trimmed goatee cut close around his large lips. He was wearing no shirt so Cory could see his massive frame, large protruding hairy chest, thick arms and slight belly. But what stuck out to Cory the most was that this man was only wearing a pair of butt-hugging, tight boxer-brief style underpants with a strange black and white zebra pattern on them. The black and white stripes,
Cory noticed, went all around the underpants and accentuated aspects of the African officer’s body that already look huge to Cory….Such as the massive erection that the big officer was already sporting.
The smelly black man slowly approached the small cot that imprisoned Cory, stopping about a foot away from the restrained young man. Then the large, beefy man slowly turned around, presenting his backside
to Cory. It was Cory’s first glance of the massive, smelly buttocks that would torment him for days to come.
It was hard to believe that anyone could have an ass so big. The officer stood next to Cory, making sure that his big butt was in plain view. Cory was in a panic, not knowing what the officer was about to do to him. He couldn’t speak, ask questions, or escape…he could only watch and wait…What the officer did next though made Cory struggle to get away. While his ass was turned toward Cory, the officer reached behind himself and stuck his middle finger deep inside of his massive buttocks, right into the crack which was
covered by the zebra-patterned underpants…The officer rubbed rhythmically near his covered asshole while glancing back at Cory, his trapped and captive audience, and smiling down at him. He rubbed his finger thru his crack seductively, like he had a nasty itch in there…His large buttocks protruding out, expanding the material of the underpants that he wore. Then he brought that smelly finger to his nose and sniffed it while looking intently at Cory. He sniffed it and smiled…then said in a heavy accented voice, “smell it…smell my finga!”….Cory tried to move his little face away, but the large man held it firmly with his other massive hand, and then pushed his stinky finger under poor Cory’s nostrils. Because Cory’s mouth was gagged, he had no choice but to inhale the nasty butt-stench on the burly officer’s finger. The officer’s finger glistened with sweat that had accumulated between his massive buttocks during the day. It had a heady natural funky odor that overtook Cory’s senses. Cory sniffed, involuntarily at the smelly digit and took in the nasty stink of his captor.

“Do you like how my butt smells?” the nasty officer jokingly asked Cory, knowing that Cory couldn’t answer; knowing that Cory didn’t really have a choice. The officer repeated this nasty gesture over and over—sticking his fingers up his underwear-clad ass, deep inside his smelly butt, then pressing them against Cory’s trapped face…telling him to smell his butt odor. Sometimes he would just cover Cory’s face with one of his massive hands, preventing Cory from breathing at all…allowing Cory to smother to the point of breathless panic…only to then press his smelly fingers under Cory’s nose again….Cory could smell the nasty officer too well…The smell of ass-sweat permeated his nostrils and caused him certain misery. This went on for some time—the big African sadist massaging his large balls while running fingers thru
his butt-crack and forcing poor Cory to inhale them. Then suddenly, Cory’s African captor seemed to grow bored of this activity, and decided to really begin to have fun with Cory. Still grinning intently at his frail prisoner, the large sweaty African man, still clad in his butt-hugging, Zebra-patterned, Boxer briefs, swung one heavy leg over the small cot on which Cory lay restrained. The African’s legs were massive and hairy, large solid calves and big heavy thighs that expanded into his massive protruding buttocks, which to Cory looked more and more like the ass of a Zebra because of the patterned undies that covered the gigantic globes of sweaty flesh. The officer stood astride Cory, facing Cory’s feet. He was rock hard, thinking about what he was going to do to this frail white kid. “I want you to really smell my butt, white boy,” cooed the burly officer in a deep accented command. “I want to feel your nose deep inside smelly butt.” He said this as he slowly lowered his massive zebra-like ass down to Cory’s small frame. Cory tried so hard to free himself from his bonds…he couldn’t imagine that big of an ass on his tiny face…he would be smothered… and that awful smell he had to get away…but the struggles were completely hopeless. The massive man sat high on Cory’s chest, and bent over, so that his big butt was spread in his dirty underpants.

Cory could clearly see how big his captor’s ass was….and he could feel the weight of this big man. His captor was well over 6 feet tall and easily 250 plus pounds….Cory was overwhelmed. More than anything else, Cory could smell the large stinky butt that was perched heavily on his chest, so close to his face…Without warning his captor moved back and pressed his heavy buttocks against Cory’s panicked face. Cory’s head which rested on a pillow sank deep into the surface of the small cot to which he was restrained. “MMMMMmmmMMppphhh!!!,” was all that could be heard from Cory…His muffled screams sent vibrations under the large prominent butt of the African officer who worked his big ass down on Cory’s face with a vengeance. Cory tried to wrench his tiny head free from the fleshy prison…but it was really of no use…his best efforts were matched by the impossible size of his captor’s gigantic fleshy buttocks. The officer barked his nasty orders at Cory while roughly wiggling his bubble butt against Cory’s small face: “SMELL IT! SMELL IT YOU LITTLE BASTARD!…Stop FIGHTING!..,” commanded the sweaty officer who laughed while struggling to keep Cory’s face inside his smelly butt-crack…He thoroughly enjoyed Cory’s feeble attempts to
escape the sweaty confines of his ass…It was clear that his goal was to keep Cory’s nose right up against his pulsing anus which, although covered by the thin fabric of the underpants, stunk like hell…He could only imagine what it was like for this little white man…completely helpless…forced to smell his funk. The African
officer could feel the nose of his little captive against his asshole, buried deep in the mounds of his heavy butt-cheeks. It felt good…too good to stop now…The raw natural scent of sweaty ass and balls wafted up to the officer’s face…he could smell his own stink, and was very pleased that Cory was certainly suffering underneath him.

Every once in a while, Cory managed to build up all of his strength and twist the muscles in his neck just enough to free his nose from the musky prison of his nasty captor’s ass. Cory’s nostrils would flare as he would sniff wildly for air…but this was an exercise in futility as the heavy officer would simply maneuver his face back inside his big butt, buried between the large fleshy cheeks so that Cory could smother more. The large Zebra-like ass on Cory’s face was unrelenting. The officer, who was very aware of Cory’s need for air
would lift his big butt off his face periodically, just enough so that Cory could breathe…of course he did this with his butt still practically on Cory’s face, forcing Cory to breathe in his hot nasty scent. As Cory fought to breathe, inhaling the funky scent emanating from his tormentor’s butt-crack, the officer would tease Cory:

“So… do you like my smell? Where can you run to? I’m going to smother you till you pass out, little man…what if I pass gas on your face? What will you do?—the officer taunted.

Cory fought back tears and tried to concentrate on breathing…on staying alive. At one lucky point, he
had once again wrenched his face free from the officer’s ass, when something changed…the great weight on his face was lifted off of him, and for a second he thought that perhaps his captor had grown bored of this nasty activity he was subjecting Cory to. Cory turned his face back upwards and was horrified all over again. Above him, Cory could see clearly that his ordeal had just begun. The African officer had pulled down his sweaty, smelly briefs, and was slowly bringing his massive naked, hairy ass down to Cory’s face.

“There is no where to run, little man. You are my butt slave. I want you to smell me some more,” the large black man exclaimed with a devious smile on his face. The officer lewdly spread his big ass open with both hands as he squatted down on Cory. He paused to make sure that Cory could see his brown, stinky, hair-coated anus—making it open and close in a nasty wink at Cory whose face was going to become very intimate with the sweaty orifice. Cory turned his face to the side just in time to avoid his nose being trapped inside that smelly cavern, and the massive black ass rested heavily on the side of his face. Cory’s face was smashed under the weight of the large buttocks, but at least he could breathe, even if slightly…His nose
was free of the stinky prison…at least for now…Cory could feel the vile anus of his captor pressed against his right cheek…it was pulsing and wet…

At that time the officer began to laugh heartily. Cory wondered what he was laughing at. Then Cory felt a strange heavy vibration on his right cheek…as the wet stinky anus of his captor fluttered open for a good ten seconds to release a torrent of hot nasty wind. The stink of his captor quickly permeated the room. Cory had never felt so alone. He was trapped…completely unable to move or defend himself. Trapped underneath the large buttocks of a police official in a foreign country…Nobody knew where he was. His captor seemed to take pleasure in rendering Cory helpless and smothering him repeatedly with his ass. Cory pondered these things as his nostrils were assaulted by the smelly gas of this large African man. The officer masturbated his 10inch uncut dick as he pressed his sweaty anus lewdly against Cory’s cheek….He enjoyed the sickening reverberating sound that his asshole made when pressed against Cory’s face and expelling the noxious fumes. His buttocks once again erupted into a wild chorus of wet butt-noises as he came closer and closer to climax.

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