The Butt Monster Part 1
Written by Smellbuttz
This was a robbery of a different kind.
The intruder had silently climbed into the secluded basement apartment through a window that had been left open on account of the humid July weather. Smith, who had fallen asleep on his back in his small cot-like bed, hadn't noticed the tall man enter his room until it was far too late. He awoke to a sharp, piercing jolt of pain in his left thigh, and screamed a muffled yelp into a large gloved hand that was expertly covering his face, and preventing him from lifting his body. The darkness in the room was interrupted only by a dim light coming in from the small open window near the ceiling of his basement apartment. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he began to put together pieces of information. A large figure stood hunched over his bed covering his mouth and nose, and stifling any screams. In the intruder's other was a syringe that had been stuck into Smith's left leg. Smith realized that he had been injected with something! And whatever it was, was working very, very quickly...His arms and legs felt limp. He tried to raise his arms to push the figure away, but could barely lift them. The intruder smiled, only his thick lips and eyes were visible through the black ski mask that he was wearing. He lifted his hand from Smith's worried face and pulled the empty syringe out of his thigh. Smith panicked as he came to the realization that his arms and legs were virtually useless.
"What did you inject me with? What do you want?," Smith asked while trying not to freak out. Smith had maintained mobility in his head, but every other part of his body seemed immobilized. He thought about screaming for help, be knew that his basement apartment, which was surrounded by heavy cement bricks, was the perfect sound insulator. Nobody would be able to hear him. He was trapped in his own apartment with an intruder and was completely at his mercy.
"Hey, you want my money? --Take it, it's on the counter! I'll give you anything you want. Anything! Just please don't hurt me," Smith pleaded, as he tried to move his legs in vain. He could see the intruder clearly now: a tall fellow, perhaps around 6'3", wearing pair of grey sweatpants and a close-fitting black long-sleeved tee-shirt. Smith could now tell, even through the ski-mask, that he was a black man; his thick lips parted a little in a devious sneer as he looked down at Smith's prone body. Smith was astonished at the intruder's body. While he appeared to be relatively slender, his lower body was disproportionately larger in size than his upper-body. Smith noticed how the intruder's sweatpants hugged what appeared to be two massive thighs. He noticed that the intruder's ass was quite large, protruding far out from his tall and slender athletic body. He also noticed that the intruder was obviously beginning to become aroused.
Still standing next to the head of Smith's bed, the intruder removed his gloves and with his two large black hands held Smith's face. He spoke very softly, while smiling deviously at Smith, "Just relax. I don't want your money. I just wanna have some fun with you...for a while. See, I gotta few nasty things that I need to do so I can buss a nutt, and tonight you're gonna help me. I got a few phat nutts I need to buss, all over your damn face. The shit that I injected you with is gonna keep you weak for a few hours...so I can have my fun...and if you pass out while I'm having fun, don't worry...I have another shot that will wake you up again."
He smiled as he spoke, watching and enjoying Smith's face reveal his growing panic. At the same time, the intruder stuck his hand down his sweatpants and began to rub his sweaty balls and the area between his heavy thighs, while holding Smith's head still with his other hand. The he removed his hand from his sweatpants, and brought the tip of his middle finger to his nose, curiously sniffing his own sweaty funk. He closed his eyes and moaned, getting excited by his own strong scent. Then he slowly brought the same defiled digit to Smith's face. Smith tried to turn his face away, but was unable to compete with the large man's grip on his head. The intruder held his sweaty finger under Smith's nose and smiled. "Can you smell me? Huh? You smell my scent? C'mon, sniff it. You're not gonna escape this." Smith panicked. He knew what he was smelling -- possibly hours of Summer-sweat -- those musty balls trapped in the intruder's sweatpants, rubbing against his thick thighs. He wiped his sweaty digit all over Smith's contorted face, laughing at Smith's attempts to escape his funk.
Then the intruder grabbed Smith's head with both hands, pulling it to the edge of the bed, and forced Smith's terrified face deep into the crotch of his sweatpants. He moaned as he felt Smith's breath against his covered crotch. He wondered what it was like for the little guy, to be helpless and trapped like that...his face pressed against the steamy crotch of a horny black man. He liked it when the little guy struggled. His engorged dick was twitching and already precumming. He was dry humping the little guy's face with his sweaty crotch...and nobody was coming to stop him.
Smith could feel the intruder's big dick jerk violently with excitement against his tiny face. When he tried to speak and beg for release, the intruder moaned quietly in excitement, feeling the vibrations of his captive's muffled voice against his horny groin. As he smothered the face against his crotch, he kicked off his sneakers, preparing for what was going to be a long nasty night.
He began to push Smith to the edge, holding his face against his crotch in a way that prevented Smith from breathing at all. Smith tried to kick or use his arms to get away, but could only manage to flail and twitch in a rather weak manner...the injection prevented him from doing anymore. The intruder, still standing, moaned in delight, whispering "Smother you little bitch...Yes! Struggle for me, baby! Oh yes..." His dick, still trapped in the muggy confines of his sweats and underpants, was at full mast, all 10 inches pressed and bent lewdly against his massive left thigh, as he used Smith's nose and lips to masturbate himself. He knew he would cum soon, so he abruptly pulled Smith's face away...He wanted this to last as long as possible.
Smith gasped for air, and started to plead, "I ...I...c-can't.. breathe!... Please...stop...," he exclaimed between heavy breaths. The intruder smiled at Smith and caressed his head, almost gently, saying, "Relax. We're going to be here for a while. Here, lemme show you sumthin..." Then, with his big dick tenting his sweatpants, he slowly turned around and bent over slightly, so that his large ass was hovering over Smith's upturned face. Smith squealed as he was flooded with panic. As Smith could now see plainly, though the intruder was rather tall and slender, his ass and thighs were enormous. The meaty twin globes of mountainous flesh stretched the limits of the sweatpants the intruder wore. The gray sweatpants hugged his thick rump and showed off its gigantic proportions. Smith was transfixed at the sight of the mighty butt above him -- fabric of the sweatpants was trapped in the deep sweaty crack in a lewd wedgie. He could see the thin brief-lines of the underpants that the intruder was wearing. He was terrified.
"What's wrong?," the intruder asked. "You afraid of my big ass?," he smirked. His ass was so thick, that when he giggled, the cheeks seemed to move and jiggle independently. Smith turned his face away, unable to launch any other type of defense. The intruder smiled and grabbed his face, positioning it under his heavy buttocks, as if to sit on it sidesaddle, "No you don't, come back here...I got you...no escaping dis shit." He began to sit down on the low bed, pressing his massive clothed cheeks against Smith's small face, getting off on the way the tiny guy struggled to turn away. "You can't get away from the butt monster...It's gonna get you," he said, feeling his big dick jerk in excitement as he wrestled with the tiny face that was nearly covered by his fat oppressive ass.
The "butt monster" was a nasty game that he used to play with his little brother years ago. After coming home from high school, when the parents weren't at home, he'd strip down to his underpants and chase his terrified little brother around the house, trapping him in various wrestling moves. He was only a few years older than his brother, but was far bigger in size...His massive ass and thighs were in full development at an early age. His favorite thing to do was to tackle his little bro to the ground, sit heavily on his chest, facing his feet so that his bubble ass was in full view of his little bro...and then he would slowly back his fat sweaty brief-clad ass closer and closer to his bro's panicked face, telling him, "the butt monster is coming for you...I'm gonna make you smell it...How are you going to get away?...You better fight and escape before I sit on your face again..." he enjoyed the amount of futile energy that his little bro exerted in trying to escape his meaty ass-cheeks as they pushed against his tiny face. He liked feeling his tiny arms pressing against his big butt, trying to prevent the inevitable. He liked to do this in front of a mirror so that he could see the big size difference between his large thighs and ass and his little brother's trapped face, using his body weight to control his brother's face, asking him freaky questions like, "Can you smell me? What does my butt smell like? Can you breathe?" Telling him things like, "Smell my crack...Stop trying to get away...Here it comes, my butt's gonna get you again!" Using his thick heavy thighs to hug his little bro's face and prevent escape...to prevent breathing anything but the horny, sweaty crotch and ass of his big bro. All while his little bro struggled in vain to escape the steamy confines of the nasty "butt monster"...turning his tiny face left and right, only to end up a victim of the damp nasty crack above him, closing in on him, again and again. He was always most excited when he could feel his brothers little nose wedged deep under his gigantic backside, trapped right between the cheeks and directly underneath his pulsing flagrant asshole, the thin fabric of his damp underwear being the only thing separating his horny hole from his trapped brother's nose that was sandwiched between the globes of assflesh. This always made him get a wild erection, and he would wiggle his big butt against his prone little brother, enjoying his useless fight and struggle to escape and breathe - smothering, squashing, suffocating him that way until he creamed his funky underpants with thick, sticky teenaged nutt...This had been an ongoing ritual at home throughout his youth.
Now he was doing the same to Smith, who was unable to escape. He buried Smith's face, sitting sidesaddle on the bed, knowing that Smith was inhaling the damp scent of his massive ass. His cheeks instinctively clenched at the tiny face below him, and he moaned and sighed, sticking his hand in his sweatpants and rubbing the head of his dick as the little guy underneath him panicked and struggled, turning his face to the side and receiving a moment of relief, only to have the massive intruder bring his face back into the upright position to resume the nasty face-sit. He bounced on his face without mercy, the gigantic cheeks spreading and pulsing in excitement. He lifted up to hear Smith's pleas for mercy, and then muffled them under his big backside, over and over again, feeling his little victim's panicked breathing against his big butt and loving every minute of it.
He finally lifted up, only to remove his sweatpants, revealing a fat bubble ass that was encased in a pair of worn white-colored briefs. There was a stark contrast between his white draws and his dark skin. His thighs were heavy and muscular, thick massive thighs that were moderately hairy. His massive buttocks wobbled and jiggled as the intruder lifted a heavy leg to straddle the prone, limp, and helpless Smith on the small bed. Now sitting on Smith's chest, he chuckled at the affect that his weigh had on the small man beneath him. Just thinking about how much bigger he was than the little guy made him wildly aroused. In the background, he could hear the small guy pleading and begging to be set free but he lusted to make him submit to his dirty desires. Looking back at the trapped little dude, he smiled and spread his big underwear-clad ass, and then pressed it down heavily on the tiny dude's chest, feeling his gigantic leaking dick also press down on Smith's stomach. Smith could do nothing to unseat the tall, big-butted black man from his little chest. He'd already felt the size of his butt as it buried his face and now he was terrified, looking up at the gigantic cheeks which were now dry humping his chest, and slowly approach his prone face as he lay there helpless. Even in the dim light of the room, he noticed a dark sweat stain in the crack of the big man's underpants which hugged his gigantic bubbles so well. The intruder scooted back and held Smith's head still with one hand, while parting one of his brief-clad cheeks with the other hand, saying in a breathy horny voice,
"Damn, I'm so horny now...My ass is horny for your face...oooh!...I'm gonna sit on your face little dude...
"You see how big my ass is? Huh? See the sweat in the crack of my draws?"
"Yes...the stinky butt monsta's gonna get you, little man."
"I'm going to suffocate you, dude...use my big ass to smother you...to the edge"
The intruder then clasped both of his big cheeks to spread them open before sitting so that he could effectively trap the little guy's face between them. At the same time, Smith turned his face to the left, as the big spread bubble cheeks descended on the side of his face. Once again, he felt the weight of the black man and panicked squealing and recoiling. He could smell the musky scent of ass as the massive bubbles rested on the side of his face. He could feel the sweat of the hot summer day now leaking from the weighty ass onto his buried face. His face was completely under the big butt of the black man. The intruder laughed sadistically, and simply reached under himself to reposition Smith's face with his big strong hands, making sure that the little guy's nose was now deep in his crack.
"You aint goin nowhere...Stop fuckin resisting me," the big man panted excitedly, his dick stretching the soft material of his draws while he happily wrestled his big butt against the tiny struggling face of his prone victim. This was just like old times...just like when he used to use his fat ass to torture his little bro...
This was fucking incredible. The intruder's big dick leaked precum copiously through his draws all over Smith's chest as the little guy battled the best he could against the spread buttocks of the freaky black intruder humping against his features. During the struggle, Smith could smell the heady odor of crotch, precum, and ass, all mixed in the dark butt prison now perched in a nasty grind on his face.
Smith finally found his voice and screamed as loud as he could into the massive buttocks on his face. But nobody heard. The intruder moaned in pleasurable response violently wiggling and clenching his heavy cheeks in a merciless display of humping, squashing, and riding, completely burying the unfortunate face beneath his thunderous thighs and wobbly cheeks, feeling the nose of his victim poking and prodding the sweaty, twerking ring of his shitter through the strained fabric of his damp underpants. As he concentrated on the muffled cries that barely escaped the enormity of his big fleshy butt, and the feelings of the struggling face beneath his muscular body, he began to jack his enormous uncut fleshy dick in earnest. He rode out the sounds of despair beneath him, enjoying the gasping face under his ass, wondering how intense the smell of his ass was to the little guy he was smothering, feeling his asshole lewdly opening and closing, clenching violently against Smith's trapped features.
"I'm gonna take you to the edge," the big guy moaned while masturbating. He brought his thick thighs closer now, hugging the face of the little guy and preventing any air from reaching him.
"Smother you to the edge, baby...," the intruder panted as he now sat motionless and masturbated on the tiny face beneath him. Smith's body was limp from the injection. He tried to move his face, but he was overpowered by the sheer weight and size of the fleshy backside that now buried him, a deep sweaty chasm of buttmeat and a wild scent that permeated Smith's senses. Now he was unable to breathe, as he heard the big nasty man on top of him moaning in sadistic pleasure, felt him beating his massive meat. The gigantic cheeks encased his face well...He was smothering and was unable to escape...He felt his nose sink even deeper into the dank sweaty crevice of the beefy black ass.
There was nothing he could do.
The oppressive weight of the massive fleshy buttocks on his face offered no let up.
The big man's heavy buttocks jiggled as he pumped his dick with his right fist, breathing heavily and moaning in pleasure periodically. The thought of using his butt to deprive this little guy of air was stimulation enough...He was sitting on Smith's face like it was a bicycle seat. The sweaty crevice of his ass covered Smith's entire face, the heavy brown cheeks flopped over the sides, hugging it close and preventing escape. Smith's buried nose became the personal toy of the intruder's pulsing, clenching anus, trapped behind the thin material of the briefs. He couldn't escape and the big man on top of him knew it.
"All the way to the fuckin edge, little man..."
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