Date: Thu, 26 Feb 2009 00:37:31 -0500
From: smellbuttz <smellbuttz@gmail.com>
Subject: The Butt Monster Part 1

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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