The 10:00 a.m. Bell rang and Billy had just gotten to his locker in gym. He opened it up just as normal but much to his dismay his gym clothes where missing. He had no clue where they couldâve gone. Another older stockier jock classmate took notice of this and announced it to the room with pleasure.
âDid I hear Billy doesnât have his clothes?!â Yelled booming voice with a goading fashion.
From behind some lockers walked the coach of the class, a big chubby man with a full beard. His shirt was just a bit too small to show the underbelly of his. He was wearing red gym shorts that always showed his balls hanging through and hugged his big ass. The classmates actually had a joke for when his balls were noticeable, âthe bells are ringingâ.
The coach took off his hat to show his short brown hair. âWell Billy, is this true?â
Billy looked down, he started to take off his glasses knowingly.
âI guess Iâll take that as a yes!â The coach was very animated with his movements making a show for the rest of the class. Billy started to walk towards the coach.
âTime to enter the cave Billy boy! And itâs a little damp in there today! Someone forgot their deodorant this morning.â The coach grabbed Billy by the back of his head and shoved it deep in his other armpit. The room cheered for the tradition of the class. Billy struggled to get out pushing on The Coaches belly. The coach just rubbed his face in more. It smelled awful in there. Billyâs face was squashed between his meaty hand and the stinky underarm. The coach crushed his face a little more with the same arm. He flexed that arm to give him one last squash and then pulled him out. Billy humiliated, embarrassed, and had a terrible smell that wouldnât leave him. âDonât forget then again! Or maybe the bells will have a word with you!â He said sternly. âNow get out there!â
The class was all gathered in the gym. The gym had a soft mat in the middle. All the boys were in their outfit but a small teen with frazzled hair. Out walked the tubby but plucky gym coach. His outfit had changed. He was now wearing a full wrestling singlet that showed off every curve on his body. He wore it out there with pride, a pep in his step, and a smile. âSo today we will be learning about wresting! Because itâs the first day Iâll just be doing some demonstrations but I canât do that soloâŠâ
The classes eyes widened with concern.
âWho will be the unlucky candidate who will have to rub up on this bod for the day? And fair warning, I sweat⊠a lot.â
He walked up towards the bleachers to observe the students. Billy avoided eye contact and did his best to blend in.
âHow aboutâŠâ
Billyâs heart raced.
âThe one kidâŠâ
He shut his eyes trying to leave the present moment.
âWhoâs already pissed me off todayâŠ
Kyle!â
Billy breathed a big sigh of relief, he knew the coach would be rough on him.
âWould you tell Billy heâll be my wrestling victi- oops! Sorry. Partner!â The coach said with a devilish grin.
Billyâs eyes darted open.
On the mat Billy shook.
âSo Iâm gonna show you guys a basic takedownâ
The coach got in position crouching in front of a shaking scared freshman. He loomed over him weighing at least 3 times more than his âpartnerâ.
âGo!â
The coach slammed into Billy and threw him under his body while falling on top of him. Underestimating how weightless Billy was the coach threw him a little too far south.
SLAM!!!!
The whole gym shook as the coach crushed Billy.
Billyâs face hurt bad. On his nose he felt something warm and squishy. The classmates yelped with laughter when they saw the Coaches massive bulge resting on Billyâs face.
âOops! Something is ding-donging on his face!â The coach yelled finding humor in Billyâs utter humiliation and pain. The coach got up in a certain maneuvers that allowed him to rub his balls in as many ways as it could as he got up to stand over him. Billy just laid there and took the T-bagging from his coach. What could he do?
âAnd now for my finisherâ
The coach jumped high in the air. His body jiggled in the air. He raised his legs and made sure his ass was right above his victims face.
CRAAAASSSHH!
The Coach demolished Billy. The class looked stunned. Billyâs arm and both legs were stuck in the air twitching from the devastation that just occurred. The Coaches massive ass smothered Billyâs face. He let out a tiny âppprrrrrtâ just for him and giggled. Billy was barely conscious. His face was completely smoothed and the stench in there smelled of eggs, sewage, and the most of all manhood.
The coach wiggled his ass around all over for the other students. He raised his ass just above his demolished face and started twerking on it just for humiliations sake.
âOh this is gonna be a fun gym class!â
And it was⊠for the Coach.
After class ended and Billy took a sufficient beating he hobbled over to his locker. His body was beaten. The amount of time the Coach jumped on him full weight, contorted his body, or found any way possible to shove his junk or ass in his face made Billy want to go home and forget it ever happened. The coach trotted in drenched in sweat.
âGood job today out there Billy. If you wouldnât mind could you come to my office? I feel like I need to tell you somethingâ
Billyâs swollen face avoided eye contact and hesitated in place. The Coach walked to his office with confidence. Billy stood there and eventually gave in and walked over. He was assuming and hoping the coach would apologize for his behavior and say heâll lay off him for now on. Billy was wrong.
He closed the door behind him and still kept his eyes to the floor.
âWell Billy,â the coach said sitting in his chair. He had his hands resting on his belly which was showing as he was laying far back in his chair. âI feel I have a few things to say Iâm sorry forâŠâ he got up and walked to him. âOne, I think I handled you way too rough today and Iâm sorry for anything I might have done to embarrass you in front of your classmates, who might be encouraged to be influenced on how I treated you. Iâm sorry for harming you and crushing your tiny body with my enormous one. Iâm truly sorry. And twoâŠâ
Billy finally looked up and looked at the Coach in his eyes. The coach slouched down to get to eye level with Billy
âIâm sorry I enjoyed it so much.â
The couch smiled in Billyâs face who wore a face of shock and horror. Billy went for the door but the coach used one hand to stop it from opening.
âCome with meâŠâ the coach grabbed Billy and brought him to his chair. Billy looked at it and noticed it looked almost like a toilet seat. There was one open spot in the middle.
âThatâs where you go!â The coach said and shoved Billyâs weak body to the chair. He spun him around with ease and placed his face in the seat, face up.
âHelp!!! I need help!â Billy screamed.
The coach covered his mouth quickly.
âShut up or itâll be much worse, and believe me, I want it much worse.â
The let his hand go but the screaming continued. Covering his mouth again he smiled.
âGood. It can be much worse.â He opened his drawer and pulled out a huge jockstrap. Mustâve been at least a 3XL. âI wore these all last week. Phew! The smell like sweaty balls!â
Billy panicked. His breathing intensified.
The coach shoved them in Billyâs mouth.
âErmph!!â
It tasted like salt and mud. Billy started tearing up in disbelief of what was happening to him.
âNow I can enjoy myself.â The coach turned around and showed off his huge butt to Billy. Shook it and jiggled it for him and gave himself a spank. Then he took a comfortable seat.
As the coach sighed in relief and large crunch sound erupted from below him.
âHmm wonder what that wasâŠâ he joked. He grinded on Billy and jumped up and down crushing his skull. Billy was getting completely dominated by his coach.
âNow I donât even have to hide thisâŠâ
PPRRRRRRPT!!!
The coach released a tremendous fart all over Billy.
âAHAHAHAHA! Oh this is gold!â Just as his blasted another one out the janitor entered the room.
âPhew!! Jeez Jim was that you?!â The older janitor said. He was a little bit bigger than the coach and held a mustache.
âAnyone else in here?!â
âDamn you gotta control those things!â
âNah! Iâm proud of em!â The coach said farting again, blasting Billy. Billy dying under there. He was just happy the janitor could save him right now.
âWell Iâm proud of them too! But I control them, store em up and-â the janitor readied his body to burst but the coach quickly stopped him.
âWait!â The janitor froze.
âYou should do that in my special fart chair. Itâs got a cushion that could use some breaking in!â
The janitor shrugged and walked over. Billy couldnât believe it, he was taking the janitor right to him! The coach got up giving Billy some much needed relief of the weight of his huge coach. The janitor stood over him but wouldnât look down! The coach kept talking to him keeping his attention. Before Billy knew it the even bigger man was taking a seat!
âYikes Jim this cushion is uncomfortable!â
âTold you it needs breaking in.â
The janitor feeling discontent sat in the chair in every way and readjusted a lot, crushing Billy with every movement. He bounced up and down trying to break it in with a confused face on him.
âWhy does this feel so bad?â He said rising his ass and smashing Billy over and over again.
âWhatever, here we go!â The janitor raised his leg and blasted out a monster of a fart.
PPPRRRRRRRRBBBBBBRRRRFFFTPTPT!
PRAAAAAPTPTP!!
BFFFFFRRPTPTRRRBB!!!
âUgh that felt great!â
Billy did not. The janitor left and the coach sat in that chair all day in his singlet. Bouncing on him, farting on him, lots of times he would just forget he was there and watch tv. Billy hated it when the couch would laugh. His whole body would shake and it would crush his face even more.
As the day ended the coach finally got up. âWell you can finally go now.â He looked at Billy and instantly started laughing. Billyâs hair was a mess, his face was bruised, and he could almost see the stink lines coming off of him.
âDamn I did a number on you!â
He grabbed Billy and brought him to his feet. He was dazed out and could barely stand. He took the jock strap out and looked him in the face.
âYou can go now son, get outâ
Billy looked at him horrified. He felt as if he entered hell and didnât know it. Without any words he walked to the door. He tried to open it but it was locked.
âOh yeah! I wanted to play a game before you leftâŠâ
They both ended up back at the gym on the mat, after hours with an empty school. The coach was back in his gym shorts and shirt.
âName of the game⊠Strip Wresting. I think you can figure out the rules.â Without warning the Coach tackled the teen hugging him with his whole body. Billyâs face was smooshed on his big belly. The coach swept Billyâs leg and landed on top of him with a deafening âcrunch!!â
The coach had his sweat stained armpit over Billyâs face.
Once the got up Billy started to take his shirt off following the rules.
âWhat are you doing? I won, itâs my shirt that comes offâ
Billy almost jumped out his skin right then. He wanted to run but was way too weak and feared worse punishment.
The coach struggled taking off his shirt. The sweat made it stick to him. He finally got it off revealing his sweaty hairy belly the bulged out. He gave it a scratch and smiled at his opponent.
âLike what you see?â
He got in position again and started the match. Effortlessly he picked up Billy with both hands. Powerless, Billy acted as a rag doll. The coach spun him upside down, hugged Billyâs body to his, shoved his face on his hairy belly, and jumped.
âCRUUUUUSHH!!â
The Coaches belly totally covered Billyâs ruined face. The sweat dropped all over him.
âGWA HA HA! This feels amazing! Donât you agree?!â He said raising his belly and squashing him again over and over. The coach got up and took off his pants. Underneath was a tight jock-strap showing off his huge and hairy ass. He looked at Billy who was so crushed he was stuck in the mat. He almost looked cartoonish with how crushed he was.
âTime for round 3â without even letting Billy get up the coach hopped in the air and landed his fat ass on Billyâs face.
The whole school shook with that impact. Even the Coach was a little nervous it was too much. That was until he felt Billyâs mouth twitch deep in his ass crack.
âOh. Ohhhh that feels gooooodâ the coach rubbed his bare ass all over his wimpering student. He grinded, shook, and slammed his ass all over Billy. The coach was having the best day of his life torturing his young student. He got up just to jump back down on him many times.
âOkay now Iâm done.â
Slam!
âFor real this timeâ
Crush!!
âOkay yeah Iâm doing it againâ
Crack!!
Billyâs body only moved in reaction to the 400 lbs beast using him as he pleased. He didnât get up again. He let his bare ass rest on his face for a second andâŠ
PRRRRRPTPTPT!
âAhhhhh! Direct fart of face is so much betterâŠâ
PPRRRPRRT!
âI got more where that came fromâ
BRRRRRBBBBRPT!
Billy felt the air hitting his face. He started moving on his own this time. He HAD to get out. The stench was making his whole body quiver. He was stuck and could only breath his farts in over and over.
The coach finally got up. He stood over him. Billy looked up to see his Coaches ass sweat drip down on him.
âWell I clearly won that oneâŠâ the coach said removing his jock strap. Finally the bells dropped and Billy was witness to his Coaches giant ball sack and dick. The coach dropped back down on Billy. He kneeled facing him. He rested on his chest while his balls and dick dangled in front of Billyâs face. The coach smiled, grabbed the back of his head, and shoved in his stinky crotch. Coaches eyes went to the back of his head as he started thrusting on him. The coach got more and more into it. He humped his face on his ball sack over and over as Billy fought with all his might to get him off.
âHey!â The Coach yelled. He got up, quickly jumped ass first on his face, wriggled around with it to punish him more, gave a deep fart, and went back to his humping. He moved forward and laid belly first on the mat. He crushed a much more obedient Billy with each and every thrust. Ball sack in the mouth, dick in the eye, pubes on his tongue, Billy took the torment. The coach did much more that night. By the end of him crushing the freshmen, with the facesitting, body slams, and humping Billy was stuck to the floor he was so squashed. At one point the coach got up and Billy was trapped in his ass that smelled like a sewage plant. The coach just laughed and peeled him off. The coach also didnât forget to use his feet on Billy, stepping on him barefoot and smooshing his face in.
âJeez looks like I need a spatula to peel you up.â The coach grabbed the top of Billyâs head and pulled him up. âThere we goâ he spun around, grabbed the back of his head, and shoved it in his crack rubbing him up and down. The coach looked discontent and rubbed him in there harder. âDamn, youâre so drenched in my sweat youâre making my swamp ass worse!â He said all he slammed him back in his crack splashing ass juice all over the mat. He let out a huge angry fart. It was so powerful he used effort for keep Billyâs face in his blasting ass.
âGuess Iâll just have to use these to get my ass sweat.â He got a rag like object and rubbed it all over is body. Got his pits, underbelly, belly, ball sack, and then used it as floss for his ass crack.
âUgh that feels goodâ he threw his butt floss on Billyâs face that landed with a splash. Billyâs destroyed body barely moved enough to take off the wet rags. He looked up and saw they were his gym clothes. âWait, I need these.â The coach said bending over so his ass was over Billyâs face. He picked up Billyâs clothes and farted all over him again for good measure.
PRRRRAAAAAPTT!!!
âDonât forget your clothes again tomorrow Billyâ the coach said leaving the gym. âWe donât want a repeat of today do we?â
Iâll be honest, I didnât even make it half way through before I came
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