The Butt Monster, Part 2
Written by Smellbuttz
On the verge of a mighty orgasm, the big black man bucked, mashed, and ground his massive buttocks, encased in a snug pair of funky sweat-soaked Hanes briefs, against Smith's face, burying his tiny head in the mattress below. He moaned in delight as he felt the little white face beneath him, squeezed between his heavy ass cheeks. Hearing Smith's muffled shrieks of despair under his ample backside made his big dick throb with the anticipation of releasing a big creamy load of cum. The black intruder looked down and the prone body underneath him, and smiled cruelly. The injection that he'd given to the white boy was beginning to wear off. Smith's legs now had some movement, but very weak movements. His arms were twitching, but again, in a very weak manner. Smith was fighting for air underneath the massive thighs and ass of the intruder, but could do little more than scream and twitch whenever the big butt on his face provided a small pocket of breathing space. And that didn't happen very often. He felt like he was being eaten by the black man's big butt. His tiny face just couldn't break free from that sweaty prison of damp ass-crack. The nasty intruder, inspired and in lust by the control he had over the tiny white man, decided to prolong the smothering torture. Leaning forward on his knees and still in a straddle position over the prone white man, he slowly lifted his mighty butt off of the trapped face below him. The white man's face, slowly emerged from the deep funky cleft of the gigantic buttocks that had imprisoned and smothered him sadistically for what seemed like hours. The intruder lifted his butt very, very slowly; smiling, knowing that the trapped little man underneath him was desperate for a breath of air. As his huge ass finally raised up just enough to allow the white man to take in air through his nose, keeping his mouth covered by his huge encased testicles, the black intruder could hear the poor little guy, sniffing and snorting air through his freed nostrils. His tiny nose was still pressed against the damp fabric of the thin cotton briefs that covered the black man's massive buttocks. As he snorted for air, the Smith was being forced to inhale the intense scent that was emanating from the sweaty butt of the big man who straddled him. "Snnniiiiiiiiiiiiiffff!," Smith breathed in as much air as he could, filling his lungs with precious oxygen, and also the terrible stink of the black man's butt. Involuntarily, he wheezed and coughed up the heavy musky scent of butt that pervaded his nostrils. The big black man on top of him laughed heartily at Smith's revulsion to his stink, the massive globes of his plump buttocks jiggling seductively over Smith's face.
"Yea, that's right, little dude. Smell my big ass! You like my scent? Huh? C'mon, sniff on my hole! Get your tiny nose right inside and smell me...or I'll smother you again. I'll make go to sleep under my ass"
Smith looked at the massive mounds of ass that covered his face; the cheeks were still encased in the white briefs, but when the nasty intruder gripped and pulled them apart, Smith could make out the outline and movements of the big man's butthole, even through the damp fabric of the briefs. He wailed as he noticed that the butt was now being forced unto his face again. "Sniff my hole, little man. No use in trying to escape this. Smell me while you smother." At that command, the big butt on Smith's face began an elaborate game of "cat and mouse," "chase and squash," "smother the trapped man." The large jiggling globes of ass encircled his face again and sent him into sweaty darkness. The intruder's dick remained at full mast. He liked playing these games with his little white victim. He's gotten good at this over the years – breaking into homes of unsuspecting small men, rendering them defenseless, either by tying them down, or posing as a police officer and then cuffing them once he gained entry into their homes, or as with Smith, injecting them with a type of tranquilizer, that left them totally conscious of the nasty events that were unfolding, and yet totally unable to escape or fight back. As he pushed his musky backside against Smith's frightened features once again he recalled the last time he'd butt smothered someone, about one year ago. That little guy had fought so hard. The black man had been wearing a thong that day, the fabric of which had ridden far up between his sizable cheeks, and had been grinding against his moist sweaty bumhole for hours. He'd cuffed the little man down, with duct-tape around his mouth so that nobody could hear him scream. Then he had spread his cheeks making the little terrified man squirm and wiggle, in earnest desperation to escape the deep smothering crack of his sadistic captor. The black man remembers how hard his dick became, as he instructed the restrained man to "watch his big ass" while spreading his cheeks, and then lewdly using one finger to pull the funky thong string away from the deep crevice of his ass, exposing a throbbing, pulsing pink anus, set deep inside a hairy pit of sweaty butt hair. The man had screamed into his gag of duct-tape and shook his head feverishly in an attempt to avoid the inevitable encounter that his tiny face was about to have with the intruder's hairy, winking asshole. The intruder had lost count of how many hours he rode and smothered that little man that night. He remembers cumming several times; at least three of his loads were shot unto the unconscious face of his victim, who had succumbed to the freaky breath-play and smothering of the big nasty intruder. The black man remembers trying to squash the face of the restrained man with his big butt; bouncing hard on the face beneath him, muffling his cries for mercy, his big fleshy butt encasing the trapped face over and over again. Then enjoying the little man's struggles so much that he would uncuff his arms and then just sit heavily on his face, enjoying the little guy's feeble attempts to push the big butt off of his face. This would turn him on the most; knowing that he had no chance of escaping...that even is his ass was moved, he would just re-spread his cheeks and start the smother torture all over again. He liked feeling the man's nose inside his anus. It was such a mean and dirty thing to do to him. Sometimes, when his victim was growing weak from struggling, the big black man would part his cheeks lewdly and center his flaring pink, hair-coated anus right over the nose of the trapped man. Then he would very slowly release a terrible blast of butt gas right into his victim's nostrils. Totally unprepared for the horrible torrent of gas that attacked his face and invaded his senses, the little guy would fight back in earnest, once again, his little hands balled up into fists that he used to beat and the grab at the big smothering ass on his face. This renewed attempt to escape the confines of his funky butt prison would always make the intruder very hard, and even more aggressive. He liked to cum this way...right after releasing a nasty fart, directly from his musky hole unto the face of his captive...and then ride out his struggles, smothering him into a forced sleep, depriving him of any air except his personal butt gas, his musky butt stink, until he ejaculated his sticky load high into the air, watching it fall unto the chest of his unconscious victim. Then he would wait for the little man to wake up again, sitting right on his chest, his massive rear end poised, spread open, the twitching eye of his pink sweaty anus waiting patiently, to be the first this the captive would see upon waking from his forced butt-sleep.
Then there was the other time that he had snuck into the dormitory of a private college and tormented a young freshman student all night long. He'd been dressed in all black, wearing a mask so that he couldn't be identified. After climbing through the student's window without rousing any attention, he had quickly descended upon the victim, who was in deep slumber in his small twin bed. The student looked like a real geek, trying to scream and fight against his much larger assailant, noticing his massive his thighs were as he sat on his tiny chest, covering his entire face with his massive black hands to prevent him from calling attention to the nasty assault. In this case, the black man had no desire to stop his victim from struggling. He was in the mood for a fight. As the tiny student underneath him had struggled to escape, the black intruder, still clad in his dark, butt hugging jeans, and seated heavily on the geek's chest, had pulled out a roll of duct-tape and deftly bound the wrists of his victim. Then he began to smother him, using the seat of his big ass in jeans to smash and crush the face underneath, all the while feeling his dick grow to engorged proportions. He relished the fear that the eye's of the student displayed. Slowly opening the fly and zipper of his jeans while using his massive meaty thighs to hug and hold the student's face still, he released his ten-inch monster of a dick, the head of which was coated with a sticky film of dick slime that splattered across the nose and forehead of the student as it spilled out of the sweaty confines of the intruder's pants. "Smell my dick, small fry. Sniff on the head of my musky dick. The black man remembered smiling down at the terrified little student, then wiping the smelly head of his big slimy dick across his nose, getting turned on each time the tiny man underneath him recoiled in disgust and fear. "Aww poor baby," he said through a devious smile. "You don't like that? Can't take my stink, huh?"Then he began to smother the tiny college student in earnest, using his massive balls and swollen uncut dick, washing the face of the little guy with his gigantic nuts. Many times during the evening, he would lewdly peel back the loose flesh of his foreskin, revealing the shiny pink head of his stinky dick, and then he would stretch the sweaty foreskin around the nose of the student, who was struggling as hard as he could against the big man whose massive buttocks sat on his chest. "Get ready to sniff me" the black man would say, stretching the slime-coated foreskin around the nose beneath him, while his balls covered the entire lower half of the student's face. He was using his foreskin to smother him! To prevent him from breathing! He remembers how the student, who was panicked for any type of air, was sniffing wildly like a frightened puppy, his little nose pressed deep inside the funky sheath of dick-skin that covered the thick shaft of the intruder. He came twice this way, feeling the futile struggles of the tiny man underneath him, struggling and pushing against the beefy butt that was seated and spread on his tiny chest, trying to unseat his captor before he passed out. All screams were muffled into the sweaty sack of balls that covered the student's mouth. "AAAAAAHHHHHH! YES! Take my cum, little man!" The big engorged dick, whose foreskin was stretched and mashed against the student's tiny sniffing nose in the lewdest of manners, would pulse and erupt, sending wads of sticky ball-cream inside and around his nostrils. Each time that evening, the ejaculate would completely cover the victim's nose, submerging it in the warm sticky goo, so that in order to breathe again, the student would be forced to first snort the viscous cum that had been deposited in his nasal cavity. The black sadist remembers chuckling fondly while sitting heavily on top of the student, his big sweaty dick still leaking cum unto the face below him, while watching the poor college student thrash and flail his skinny arms, trying to turn his face, attempting to cough out the cum that he had unwittingly inhaled. He must have felt like he was drowning in cum. Twice, the student had passed out this way, and the beefy black man perched on his chest and face would gently scoot back, and turn the face of the victim to the side, smiling evilly as his thick cum drained out of the student's nostrils and soft lips. The black man stayed perched, his dick getting stiff again, while waiting for the student to wake up, so he could once again satisfy his insatiable need to dominate the tiny face beneath him with his ass and dick.
It always tickled the intruder how long he could make a smother last. Even while recalling these past lustful ventures, he was toying with Smith's face, wrestling with it, squashing it with his large brief-clad buttocks, watching the tiny face disappear beneath his ass, deep into the sweaty crack. Then lifting up again and listening to the frantic gasps of the helpless trapped man beneath, then hovering his massive cheeks directly over Smith menacingly, and finally closing in again for another bout of deep nasty smothering. He liked how his big butt muffled Smith's cries for help and silenced his pleas for mercy. The gigantic buttocks were unrelenting, lifting up, and then smashing down again and again and again, then remaining unmoved as Smith smothered in the musky prison between the cheeks, screaming into the mass of flesh, "mmmmmmMMMMppphhhHHHH!!!," only for his pleas to be mocked by the chuckling of his sadistic captor.
The intruder was near orgasm. His dick leaked copious amounts of slime unto the chest and neck of his butt prisoner. He decided that he wanted to feel something more in his butt-crack – that his funky underpants were somehow preventing him from having the full smother experience of a nose poking at his hole.
A struggling and suffocating Smith, almost totally knocked out by the overwhelming weight and size of the black man's smothering buttocks, felt a wash of cold fresh air smack his face as the intruder's big butt was lifted off of his face. The black man was now standing up! Smith finally freed from the prison of unrelenting ass-meat that had been controlling his breathing, began to think that maybe the man was ready to go away, to release him. Smith wondered if he should use this time to scream for help. Perhaps someone outside would hear him. As he gasped for fresh air, he watched the big man above him look down at him smiling through the black ski mask.
"Hey, I've got a gift for you little guy," he said menacingly. "I'm not done with your face yet."
Smith was panicked. Now freed from the heavy weight on his body, his first impulse was to attempt to jump up and run, try to escape his apartment. But his arms and legs, still dulled by the injection the black intruder had given him, refused to respond with anything more than weak movements. Smith stared up at the massive thighs of the man above him, and that big fleshy backside that had already smothered him mercilessly for what seemed like a few hours. The man's briefs had sunken deep into the crack of his ass. Smith heard the black man laughing evilly as he watched his captive's reaction to the sight of the big ass standing over his face. Still sporting a mighty erection, the intruder bent over slightly, reached back, and rubbed a finger down the crack of his big butt...then he sniffed his finger – he did these things while staring at Smith who was forced to watch in his paralyzed state.
"You still afraid of my big sweaty ass, little man? Huh? You afraid that I'm gonna sit on you again? Make you pass out?" He said these things while pulling the stretched cotton briefs off of his ass, and now exposing the two swollen globes of hairy ass-flesh that had been encased in his Hanes. The intruder took his sweaty underwear completely off. As Smith began to plead, "Nooo1 Please! Not this! PLEASE! NOOOOmmmmmmpppphhhhhh!!!," the intruder stuffed the balled up underpants into Smith's open mouth...silencing his cries...and making it impossible for him to breathe...except through his nose.
"Shhhh...shhhh...relax little guy," the big-assed black man said softly, almost as if he were talking to a frightened child. "We have a long night ahead of us."
With that, the intruder, still standing over Smith's face, spread his fat ass open, reveling in the fact that the tiny, prone white man beneath him would be forced to watch intently as he slowly lowered his naked asshole to his face. "Look at my ass, little man. Can you see my crack? Can you see my hairy crack?" As he said these things he noticed that Smith's legs and arms were twitching; he was trying to escape, but was unable to move! The intruder began to slowly squat down over Smith's face, making his hole twitch, open and closed, open and closed, and watching the little man's frantic attempts to get away from the horrible thing that was about to happen to him.
Smith, could taste the salty sweat of the big black man through the damp, dirty underpants that had been stuffed in his mouth. As he looked up at his fate, his heart-rate increased and he squealed into the funky gag in his mouth. The black man had spread his ass so lewdly, and now it was coming closer and closer. Suddenly the big man brought his ass down heavily on top of Smith's chest, knocking the air out of him. "Where are you gonna run to huh?," the intruder asked knowingly. He began to slowly back his massive spread ass cheeks towards Smith's face.
"I'm going to make you put your nose inside my hole," he said. He did this while using one of his fingers to rub his pink, hair-coated anus. His crack quite hairy, indeed. And sunken deep within the bead of musky butt hair was a pink winking anus, which was equally as musky. The black man kept scooting his spread cheeks back, towards the prone man's face. "Don't be afraid of my hole, little guy...He just wants to suck on your nose for a little while." Smith jerked his head from side to side in a violent attempt to prevent what both he and the intruder knew was inevitable. "No need to fight this, little man. I'm going to sit on your face again. You can't get away from me. I'm going to ride your face. I'm going to force you to smother again."
The big man's ass now rested heavily on Smith's neck, the buttocks spilling over unto his lower face. Smith tried to recoil, but was no longer able to turn his head. He could smell the sweaty hole of the spread ass, as he watched it, opening and closing, winking at him.
"It's coming for you. My ass is gonna get you."
Smith watched and began to sob as the black man finally settled his big butt down on his face once again, centering Smith's nose right underneath the pulsing anus. He sat down hard, completely wedging the trapped man's face deep within the cheeks of his hairy ass. The black man's dick reacted to the sensation of Smith's nose, snorting and sniffing wildly, looking for clean air, but trapped within the folds of his pink musky anus. The black man felt the tiny face of the white man twitch in an attempt to escape. He watched the arms and legs of his victim try to carry Smith away from his horrible fate. The black man observed all of these things as he aggressively ground his big ass against the small face under him, bucking, riding, using his weight to smother, preventing the small man from escaping the sweaty crack of his monstrous ass, squashing it, pressing it down, trapping it again and again, lifting up ever so slightly to allow for a snippet of air, and prolong the torture, twerking his funky hole against the tiny nose, releasing tufts of stinky air from his anus unto the trapped man's face, defiling it, polluting it, and finally sitting down hard and moaning loudly, "AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!! TAKE IT! TAKE IT! GO TO SLEEP UNDA MY ASS YOU LITTLE FUCK!!"
As ball-juice travelled up his shaft, the intruder's sweaty anus gripped the tiny nose, trapping and holding it deep inside its pink, funky cavern. That was all the black man could take as he allowed the pending ejaculation to take over him. At the same time, Smith finally succumbed to the prison of butt-flesh that overwhelmed him. The black man bucked and ground his ass unto Smith's now unconscious face as several huge wads of sticky cum erupted from his engorged dick, high into the air and then landing in huge audible "plops" unto Smith's limp form. His big black ass rested heavily over the face, like it would over a bike seat. The black man's hairy anus continued to jerk and twitch involuntarily long after his eruption, still grasping at the nose that was trapped within its walls, as if it were trying to suck out whatever final breaths Smith may have had.
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