Date: Mon, 11 May 2009 15:56:18 -0400
From: smellbuttz <smellbuttz@gmail.com>
Subject: The Butt Monster, Part 2

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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