“Oh no, you’re not leaving yet.”
I had done this before. Every few weeks, some big athlete would roll into town on a personal bus. It would be lavish, full of stuff to steal, and left unattended for hours. Sometimes I would lie to drivers and say I was just an assistant from inside, or that I was part of the event staff and I could play guard. It would take all of ten minutes. I find some cash, go through a wallet or a purse, and maybe take something valuable. Expensive jewelry or something. Then I’d be gone. Sometimes with a few extra hundred dollars. Even a thousand once. It helped to have cash to spend, relief from the average college expenses. And I should have saw something like this coming.
WWE was in town, and I knew that the show would run for at least three hours. Hopefully longer with all the shit they do. I could rob a bus, and be on my way before anyone can put the story together of what had happened. Security wasn’t the best in these garages, and the cameras usually focused on entrances, so I thought I’d hit it big when I had found John Cena’s bus completely empty and unsecured. I thought I was going to be fine when he saw me from the front of the bus. His face was scary, and I backed away as he approached me.
He was silent as he got closer, and I stumbled backwards, trying to look for a way out. Before I knew it, he was shoving me back down to the ground. He dragged me by my jacket into what looked like a bedroom on the bus. He slid a foot out of his sandal and slammed it down on my back, making me gasp in pain.
“You think I haven’t had this happen before? Little punks like you want to rob me?” He said, hollering some. I was stuck here, there was no one coming, and once he slammed the door of the room shut, I knew that whatever happened to me was up to him. I tried to crawl away, but he easily overpowered me.
He picked me up and tossed me on the bed, mounting me in the process.
“Already told you kid. You’re not going anywhere tonight.”
I didn’t know what he had planned, but I screamed as he tugged at his sweatpants. He used a meaty hand to cover my face as I screamed, eventually getting his pants off. He sat completely on my chest and pressed down, squeezing the life out of me. He felt like a boulder on my chest, I couldn’t even try to move. That’s when I felt his hips turning, and I watched in complete horror as his ass eventually made it’s way right to my face. He had grabbed my hands and was strong enough to keep them in his grasp. His cheeks were massive and muscular, it was a big as my head. Probably even bigger.
“I know how to handle little assholes like you. You’re gonna be in mine all night.” He said. “Sniff it.”
I didn’t want to, but he went from a squat position to getting on his shins. He dropped his ass lower towards my face. His asscrack parted as it hit my nose, and he tightened his cheeks.
“Sniff it.” He said again. “Or I’ll have your whole head in there.”
Against my will I sniffed, and the musky smell almost made me dizzy. I could tell he had recently showered, but his ass was deep and thick. It naturally had to have a scent fuming from it. I moaned out, grossed with myself as I kept sniffing. “That’s right, boy.” He said. He started lowering his ass anyway, making me scream and try to get away. My whole face went into total darkness and back out again. I could feel a layer of smell on my face. He looked over his shoulder and smiled. “Get used to it.”
With a slight move of the hips, he tucked me in tighter under him. He was toying with me as I felt more and more out of control. First he took his left cheek and rubbed it all over my face. I turned away, and felt the warm ass moving all around on me. He eventually started moving his ass side to side, making my head move and face be swayed to and from.
“I wanna feel your lips. Kiss it.”
I had learned to do what I was told, so I did. “Keep going until I say so.”
“I froze, almost in fear. It took time, but eventually I found myself kissing all over his massive cheeks. I let out a "Mmmm,” in please, mocking me. It was a matter of time before he slowly started working my face into his ass again, making me almost scream out. It was so meaty it easily covered my face, but I could feel my head sinking into it. I tried screaming again, but I was met by a hot burst of air that shot right into my face.
“Shut up.” He said, let out another slow fart on my face. I tried to tear away, but he just put more weight on my head, pinning me down harder in the process. I heard him let out a sigh of relief, and as I tried to stay quiet, I could feel his cheeks squeezing down around my head, like a helmet. It kept me in place as he rode my face, the smell of the farts lingering more than ever. I could breathe a little out of my mouth, and that was the only reason that I hadn’t fainted yet.
For about thirty minutes, there was nothing. Just his ass on top of me. It sat, and every few minute he would lean back, or jiggle it some on my face. He was silent, and I stayed still, afraid of pissing him off.
“Not going to let you go until you enjoy this. Your choice when you give in to my ass.” He said during a brief pause.
After my face sank backed in, I tried pretending that it was a woman. Or that it was just a little fun. Over another ten minutes, I could feel myself turning on to what was happening. I had worked my own face as deep as it could go, and it was long before I felt more hot air being pushed into my face. He shook my head around roughly, making me dizzy. After that, he pressed all his weight down, and I thought my head would burst.
“If I ever catch you doing something like this again, you’ll be up my ass for a week. You understand me?” He said, pressing down. I tried to moan a yes, but he didn’t care. He let out a fart that reeked and didn’t move until the smell dissipated. Within seconds, he let me go, and by the time I gasped for air, he had thrown me over his shoulder, and was heading for the door. He tossed my on to the ground, with a towel wrapped around his waist.
“Keep the cash. If you come back, I’ll know. And if you tell anyone, I’ll make sure of it that you end up here again. Got it?”
I nodded my head and the slammed the door shut. I checked my phone, and realized that he had spent about three hours on my face, and the smell was pungent. I ran off, to get home and hopefully scrub this smell out of my face.
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