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Wrestler's Revenge

This is an old story for a fan years ago, and it ended up being a bit more sadistic than I’d intended. Anyway, it’s completely fictional, for 18+, and contains fetish and kink material, such as fart sniffing, ass smothering, cock sucking, and blackmail. If any of this is an issue with you, please don’t read it. I don’t want to soil your vanilla mind. But if you’re intrigued, read on!

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“Look over there,” my friend Cameron nodded his head to the other side of the locker room. A few guys in yellow wrestling singlet were at their lockers, grabbing their sweat towels, chatting, laughing.

I rolled my eyes toward Cameron, who smirked and held back a laugh. We’ve had our own dissertations on how wrestling is the lamest sport that this school has to offer. I wanted to crack a few of our favorite jokes, so I waited for the wrestlers to leave earshot. Instead, I told Cameron about some annoying bitch in line at Subway earlier that day. Once the wrestlers left, and I was sure we were alone, I said,

“Looks like the fairies went off to have their orgy.”

Cameron laughed, “Seriously, can you imagine how embarrassed their parents probably are?”

“Dude, wrestling is the gayest sport. Bunch of guys in leotards dry humping each other, sweating…like dudes get a room, no one want’s to see that gay shit in public.”

“Yeah,” He put his shirt on.

“Like, I’ve seen pictures on reddit of wrestlers with ball sacks and asses draped over their faces. Who would voluntarily put themselves in a situation where they’ll get a face full of sweaty crotch and man ass? Only faggots like them would.”

“For sure.” He laughed, “Good thing we’re on the basketball team, right Arnie?”

“Yeah. Chicks line up to suck our cocks. They know we’re not faggots.”

If only I knew this conversation wouldn’t come back to haunt me…

…

The next day, I had come to the gym alone. Since Cameron wasn’t with me, I got to do my favorite activity: work out, then sit in the sauna for a bit. In the dimly lit oven, I was relaxing in a towel, breathing slowly the burnt air, and giggling a bit at the warmth tingling on my skin. I had my headphones on and was jamming to soft tunes. My eyes closed, I felt the sweat off my pores and relaxed.

Passed the music I heard the door click open and shut. Someone else came into the sauna, but I didn’t open my eyes to see who. I was just relaxing. After about a minute or so, I heard laughter. I opened one eye, but was confused.

Standing in front of me were three wrestlers from school. They were all in their golden shiny onesies. On the left was a tall blond guy with a bit of a beard and a thin face, his grey eyes were uncomfortable. On the right was a built black guy, who had a shaved head and beard but I could see specks of hair on his head and jaw. The white guy in the middle was a bit stockier and shorter, a heavy weight, with black hair and a short beard along his jaw. His dark eyes pierced at me under his thick eyebrows and he was smirking.

“What?” I challenged, setting my headphones aside.

“Nothing. We’re here like everyone else is allowed here.” Said the guy in the middle.

None of them moved, they all faced me, staring. I asked again, “Well what the fuck do you want?”

“You know, the other day,” the middle guy continued, “We couldn’t help but overhear you and your friend shit talking our team.”

Oh fuck, these guys were gonna kick my ass. Three against one? I couldn’t stand a chance…maybe try running for it?

“Something about us being ‘faggots’ for wrestling and getting caught under sweaty balls and asses,” the black guy chuckled, “Which I’ll admit is kind of funny.”

“Anyways,” the third guy, the blond, cut in, “We thought we’d give you a little taste of our world. The nasty world of sweat and guy funk.”

“Good thing we just got out of practice.” The black guy smirked again. I noticed that all three of them had damp dark patches of sweat under their armpits and in the crevasse between their balls and legs.

What the fuck were they going to try and do to me? No, fuck that. I wasn’t going to just sit here. I leapt off the bench and was ready to sprint between the two on the left, but I felt arms wrap around me and pull me back. An arm around my neck, I tried to flail my arms but the guy in the middle had grabbed both of them. I was being brought to the ground, even though I was trying to push away. My legs were screaming with the sudden force but I couldn’t push them off.

Fuck, they’re wrestlers, I can’t fight them on the ground…

The middle guy was on my back, and he flipped me over. A sudden gush of wind and the whack of the sauna floor kicked the air out of my lungs. I was feeling woozy from being in the sauna so long. A flash of gold and I felt all of the guy’s body weight crush on top of me. I was so dizzy I couldn’t fight back. He was laying on top of me, belly to belly, only facing away. I saw his pasty hairy legs come on either side of my head…and then…

“…No,” I meekly gasped.

His ass. His ass inching toward my face. And the seat of his onsie was completely dampened and darkened by his ass sweat. Before I could turn away I felt his leg wrap around the back of my neck and squeeze. The pressure got to my already winded head and I could only gasp. I felt my eyes bulging out, staring at his giant soaked ass in front of me.

That’s when the stink hit.

MMMMMPMPPTHPHH I choked out, before the globes of his ass enveloped my face. The dampness of his ass crack sweat soaked through onto my nose, hot and sticky from this sauna, and I gagged from the stink of unwashed ass.

“Man, it probably smells fresh down there, right?” He said. I heard the others cackling at me. I struggled but he had all of his weight down on my face, and he held my arms down. Flailing by body, I tried to flip him off of me, but I couldn’t. I could see just over his ass cheeks and up his back, where he was looking down at me over his shoulder.

“How awful do you think it would feel if I were to rip ass right now?”

My eyes widened, more muffled cries into his ass. I wanted to beg him to get off of me, I wanted to say sorry. The heat had us both dripping with sweat.

“Do it!” one of the other guys laughed, “He needs to learn respect.”

I tried to scream out, but it was pointless. I could feel his hole press against my nose through the fabric for a second before,

PRPTRPTRPTRPTPRTPRTPRTPP

Like a sewer erupted up my nose. I screamed into the disgusting warmth and humidity of the fabric. The three of them were dying of laughter.

“Wait, keep him down, I’ve got to rip ass so bad,” I heard one of them say. The first ass lifted off of me, and before I could cry out for help, or even gasp for air, a second replaced it. Just as sweaty and thick as the other.

PPRPTRPTRPTT

His fart was loud and short, and didn’t smell as bad as the first, but being concentrated in the crevasse of his already rank ass didn’t help. I tried moving my head to the side to at least get my nose out of the source, but he was sitting too much of his weight on my face and it held my head still.

Finally, he got up. I was so dizzy, I could see stars, before the third ass took a seat on my face. My nose slipped around the sweaty fabric of his onsie as he positioned himself so his hole would be directly on top of my nose.

Ptrpt pt PPPPTPRPTPPTPPPP

Another obnoxious stink cloud tore into my nostrils. I’d been gagging and coughing, gasping for fresh air. I was so light headed I was afraid I’d pass out. The energy had completely left my body, so holding me down wasn’t much effort. The heat of the sauna, the stink of all their asses and farts, was getting to me.

“Damn, dude, I gotta thank that protein shake for that one.” Another laugh.

The ass got off of me. In the dim light of the sauna, as my vision had faded a bit and another wave of dizziness sent the room spinning, I saw that the first guy had slipped is onsie down, so now his bare ass was creeping toward my face. It was pale, huge, and covered in black hair. I knew how bad it stunk, I knew how sweaty it was, and I knew how gassy he was. And now that his onsie was off, the stench was free and already hit my nose just inches away.

“no,” my voice was so fragile, but that was all I could muster before the ass cheeks settled on either side of my face. Feeling even more lightheaded, I could feel his ass crack hairs rub up and down my cheeks, smearing his sweat and musk onto my face…marking me…his asshole slipped over my nose, and I realized this is how I was going to die.

PPRPTPRTPRPTRPTPRTPRPTRPTRPTPRTRPRTP

The pure stink sent me over the edge and I blacked out.

…

One Week Later

…

“Look over there,” my Cameron nodded his head to the other side of the locker room. The same wrestlers were in yellow wrestling singlet were at their lockers, grabbing their sweat towels, chatting, laughing. I’d since learned their names: the tall blond was Dave, the bulky black guy was Tyler, and the hairy guy who first farted on me was John.

“Yeah, I see,” I dropped my tone. I could feel color leaving my face.

Cameron still liked to jab at the wrestlers at our school, but I’d stopped joking entirely. And I tried to get him to shut up whenever I could, if I knew they were close by. I didn’t want my friend to go through the same fate I had.

“Hey, I think I left my wallet back in the gym,” I lied to him, “So I’m going to go see. You can leave without me.”

“Ok dude. Still wanna get Potbelly later?”

“Sure.”

Cameron left. And I quietly picked up my bag and walked over to the sauna with my head down.

In the familiar dimly lit hot box, where I’ll have to be be coming after my workouts from now on, I sat and waited. A few minutes later, the door opened, and John, Tyler, and Dave walked in with their cheesy grins.

“I’m guessing you liked that video as much as we did.” John said.

I thought about the email I’d gotten the next day, attached were video files of these guys repeatedly farting on my face until I passed out. I didn’t even notice a camera. I also remembered to follow the instructions that were listened in the email itself.

“Yes sir.” I gulped.

“Good, he’s learning.” Dave nodded.

John stepped forward, pulled his onsie down, and his fat cock swung out from under a patch of black hair, “Well, then what are you waiting for? Show me how much you love sucking cock.” They all chuckled at that.

If I didn’t want those videos to be sent to everyone at school, I had to do what he said. I fell to my knees and opened my mouth. He placed the head of his dick on my tongue, and I licked it and sucked on it as it got erect. I tried to go down on it as far as I could, but I kept gagging, so I had to use my hands. My drool ran down his shaft, and my hands grabbed onto his cock, and I pumped it while my mouth went up and down. I could feel the head of his cock sliding over my tongue, and with one stroke it went a little too far and I gagged again. I felt tears come to my eyes.

“Don’t worry,” He rubbed my head, “The more you do this, the easier it will be. You’ll get used to it and wont gag. Pretty soon, we’ll all be fucking your throat.”

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