Scott picks up Stiles and walks back to his seat.
Teen wolf stink torture (imported 24-07-19)
Chapter 14
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pridefultiny
Stiles lay on the carpet, helplessly while he saw Scott reaching down with an open hand. Instead of grabbing him the way he did before, Scott's fingers pinched Stiles left foot before pulling him up from that alone. Stiles was too weak to fight back at this point but now he was dangling from Scott's hand like a mouse by its tail. Scott was holding him at around the height of his stomach and Stiles could hear more gurgling and churning, foretelling of the torture that would be inflicted on him.
As Scott got back to his seat he unceremoniously tossed Stiles down and looked at him for a moment. "I was going to take it easy on you but after the stunt you just pulled, I don't even feel bad subjecting you to the worst of my farts." Scott's face had a big toothy grin as he looked down getting more excited by the second. His gut was starting to hurt pretty bad from the sheer amount of gassy food he consumed but that just made this even better in his eyes. Starting to turn around Scott pulled up his shirt that peeled off his skin from how sweaty it was. Next Scott gripped the waistband of his Lacrosse shorts and peeled them off too. "This is gonna be good," Scott, now clad in only his sweaty jockstrap, lowered down into a squat over stiles.
Stiles plopped down back where he was before. The leftover fumes from earlier wafted all around him and he gagged on the stale stench. the rubbery fabric of the computer chair was riddled with droplets of sweat that were close to the size of his head. Trying to get up was futile as Stiles didn't have the strength to stand at this point. He was able to roll around but wished he couldn't once he saw the sight above him. Scott's shirt was lifted up, exposing his glistening stomach and then his muscular pecs. it had been years since Stiles had seen Scott naked and he forgot how much muscular definition being a werewolf gave him. Stiles let out a gulp as Scott turned on the spot. His best friend's ass was truly a sight to behold, it bulged out and Scott looked as if he was trying to give Stiles a strip tease by how slowly he peeled the shorts down.
Scott's hairy buttcheeks jiggled above Stiles. Stiles' mouth trembled more at seeing just how much his best friend's body had matured over the years. The straps under his buttocks lifted his cheeks some, giving them an added level of bouncyness. Stiles could only gawk at the show above him before he realized the ass was getting bigger, or rather, closer. Stiles could see the muscles under the cheeks flexing as Scott lowered into a deep squat, it seemed like he was really taking his time with this and Stiles was dreading every second of it. As the cheeks got lower Scott arched his back making them bulge and spread apart more. Stiles' jaw dropped at seeing Scott's asshole making an appearance, directly above him. The hair around his hole was dense but what was most concerning was the dark brown color of the skin there. A newfound level of stench came wafting down over Stiles and he had to wonder when the last time Scott cleaned himself there but unfortunately knew how bad Scott's personal hygiene could be.
Scott could hear a high-pitched scream before his ass finally made contact with his seat below. He could feel Stiles' body once again directly in line with his asshole and let out another smirk. This time, not only was he naked but now he knew it was Stiles below him and it was about to get hilarious. Scott flexed his buttcheeks twice before scrunching up his face and baring down. A chainsaw sound came barrelling down onto his tiny best friend and Scott couldn't help but burst into laughter again. Frrrp, SQuap, Plloorrp. Scott let out a series of quiet farts, each one sounded different than the last and he continued laughing at Stiles' expense. Scott felt a bubble of gas traveling down his intestine and his heart began to race with anticipation. Pushing this one out, Scott's eyes twitched and his jaw went slack letting out a sigh, as he felt the gas start to almost leak out. There was no sound but it streamed out for a solid ten seconds. Scott could feel his asshole begin to burn from that one and thought that it served Stiles right for trying to get away from him. "If you think that Silent but Deadly was bad wait until you get a whiff of this next one," Scott spoke down with more tears of laughter forming in his eyes.
Seeing the wide asshole getting even closer to his form, Stiles' consciousness came back to his body and he began to fully grasp what was about to happen before screaming out like never before. The dark ring was around half the size of himself and Scott was loaded to the brim with pent-up gas. The slimy hair made contact with him first before intense weight bore down. Stiles couldn't believe that Scott actually went through with it and was crushing him under his bare asshole. Stiles' arms were pinned under the cheeks and his legs were trapped beneath Scott's sweaty taint. There was no escape and Stiles couldn't even so much a budge. The asshole began to fully press down as he felt the slimy, wrinkly texture push into him.
The massive muscle slabs on either side started to flex and Stiles felt his body somehow getting squished more. A loud gurgling echoed from above him and Stiles knew his torture was only beginning. The hole covering his upper body suddenly expanded and moist air came tumbling out over him. Stiles' face vibrated back and forth against the billowing rectum as he grew sick. He had experienced Scott's burrito farts before but this was truly ungodly. It lasted for a few seconds before Stiles felt it end and all he could do was bask in the stench. His lungs burned with every inhale. "Dear God, please let it end," Stiles wasn't religious by any means but he found himself praying. Scott's asshole burst out another blast of gas without warning FRRRRRRPPPPP. Coughing was the only response Stiles could muster but each inhale hurt more than the last. SQQQUAAAAAPPPP, Sweat and anal juice came splattering out with that one and Stiles could only gasp like fish out of water. PLLOOOOORRRRRP, The last one felt like a bomb went off as intense pressure surrounded him. Stiles gagged out trying to breathe any kind of air in the sulfur-rich environment. an intense eggy smell was all he could find and Scott's laughs above him were all he could hear. This was a new low, even for Scott. Stiles couldn't understand how his best friend could be enjoying this right now.
Hearing more intestinal noises, Stiles couldn't do anything to fight it. The ass lips above him started to pucker down and a loose drop of sweat fell onto his gasping face. Starting to choke, Stiles could only cough violently to get the salty fluid out of his lungs. He coughed and coughed and coughed. His vision started to blur, and right as he got the last of it out. He saw a small opening appear in the orifice above, a dark green gas began to escape. Stiles had no control after coughing as much as he did and his body began to desperately inhale oxygen that wasn't there. The hot damp air started to funnel straight into his lungs from Scott's asshole and Stiles felt his whole body shudder and shrivel. Stiles' eyes burned even more as his vision was taken over by a green haze. His skin started to burn as well, not just from heat but now from the sheer level of vile gases. The concoction of sulfur and methane kept on leaking out over him and Stiles was quickly losing consciousness from it. The asshole clamped shut again and Stiles felt minor relief but he now started to pray that he could just die to end this misery. He could barely hear Scott's next words but wondered how it could possibly get worse.
As Scott got back to his seat he unceremoniously tossed Stiles down and looked at him for a moment. "I was going to take it easy on you but after the stunt you just pulled, I don't even feel bad subjecting you to the worst of my farts." Scott's face had a big toothy grin as he looked down getting more excited by the second. His gut was starting to hurt pretty bad from the sheer amount of gassy food he consumed but that just made this even better in his eyes. Starting to turn around Scott pulled up his shirt that peeled off his skin from how sweaty it was. Next Scott gripped the waistband of his Lacrosse shorts and peeled them off too. "This is gonna be good," Scott, now clad in only his sweaty jockstrap, lowered down into a squat over stiles.
Stiles plopped down back where he was before. The leftover fumes from earlier wafted all around him and he gagged on the stale stench. the rubbery fabric of the computer chair was riddled with droplets of sweat that were close to the size of his head. Trying to get up was futile as Stiles didn't have the strength to stand at this point. He was able to roll around but wished he couldn't once he saw the sight above him. Scott's shirt was lifted up, exposing his glistening stomach and then his muscular pecs. it had been years since Stiles had seen Scott naked and he forgot how much muscular definition being a werewolf gave him. Stiles let out a gulp as Scott turned on the spot. His best friend's ass was truly a sight to behold, it bulged out and Scott looked as if he was trying to give Stiles a strip tease by how slowly he peeled the shorts down.
Scott's hairy buttcheeks jiggled above Stiles. Stiles' mouth trembled more at seeing just how much his best friend's body had matured over the years. The straps under his buttocks lifted his cheeks some, giving them an added level of bouncyness. Stiles could only gawk at the show above him before he realized the ass was getting bigger, or rather, closer. Stiles could see the muscles under the cheeks flexing as Scott lowered into a deep squat, it seemed like he was really taking his time with this and Stiles was dreading every second of it. As the cheeks got lower Scott arched his back making them bulge and spread apart more. Stiles' jaw dropped at seeing Scott's asshole making an appearance, directly above him. The hair around his hole was dense but what was most concerning was the dark brown color of the skin there. A newfound level of stench came wafting down over Stiles and he had to wonder when the last time Scott cleaned himself there but unfortunately knew how bad Scott's personal hygiene could be.
Scott could hear a high-pitched scream before his ass finally made contact with his seat below. He could feel Stiles' body once again directly in line with his asshole and let out another smirk. This time, not only was he naked but now he knew it was Stiles below him and it was about to get hilarious. Scott flexed his buttcheeks twice before scrunching up his face and baring down. A chainsaw sound came barrelling down onto his tiny best friend and Scott couldn't help but burst into laughter again. Frrrp, SQuap, Plloorrp. Scott let out a series of quiet farts, each one sounded different than the last and he continued laughing at Stiles' expense. Scott felt a bubble of gas traveling down his intestine and his heart began to race with anticipation. Pushing this one out, Scott's eyes twitched and his jaw went slack letting out a sigh, as he felt the gas start to almost leak out. There was no sound but it streamed out for a solid ten seconds. Scott could feel his asshole begin to burn from that one and thought that it served Stiles right for trying to get away from him. "If you think that Silent but Deadly was bad wait until you get a whiff of this next one," Scott spoke down with more tears of laughter forming in his eyes.
Seeing the wide asshole getting even closer to his form, Stiles' consciousness came back to his body and he began to fully grasp what was about to happen before screaming out like never before. The dark ring was around half the size of himself and Scott was loaded to the brim with pent-up gas. The slimy hair made contact with him first before intense weight bore down. Stiles couldn't believe that Scott actually went through with it and was crushing him under his bare asshole. Stiles' arms were pinned under the cheeks and his legs were trapped beneath Scott's sweaty taint. There was no escape and Stiles couldn't even so much a budge. The asshole began to fully press down as he felt the slimy, wrinkly texture push into him.
The massive muscle slabs on either side started to flex and Stiles felt his body somehow getting squished more. A loud gurgling echoed from above him and Stiles knew his torture was only beginning. The hole covering his upper body suddenly expanded and moist air came tumbling out over him. Stiles' face vibrated back and forth against the billowing rectum as he grew sick. He had experienced Scott's burrito farts before but this was truly ungodly. It lasted for a few seconds before Stiles felt it end and all he could do was bask in the stench. His lungs burned with every inhale. "Dear God, please let it end," Stiles wasn't religious by any means but he found himself praying. Scott's asshole burst out another blast of gas without warning FRRRRRRPPPPP. Coughing was the only response Stiles could muster but each inhale hurt more than the last. SQQQUAAAAAPPPP, Sweat and anal juice came splattering out with that one and Stiles could only gasp like fish out of water. PLLOOOOORRRRRP, The last one felt like a bomb went off as intense pressure surrounded him. Stiles gagged out trying to breathe any kind of air in the sulfur-rich environment. an intense eggy smell was all he could find and Scott's laughs above him were all he could hear. This was a new low, even for Scott. Stiles couldn't understand how his best friend could be enjoying this right now.
Hearing more intestinal noises, Stiles couldn't do anything to fight it. The ass lips above him started to pucker down and a loose drop of sweat fell onto his gasping face. Starting to choke, Stiles could only cough violently to get the salty fluid out of his lungs. He coughed and coughed and coughed. His vision started to blur, and right as he got the last of it out. He saw a small opening appear in the orifice above, a dark green gas began to escape. Stiles had no control after coughing as much as he did and his body began to desperately inhale oxygen that wasn't there. The hot damp air started to funnel straight into his lungs from Scott's asshole and Stiles felt his whole body shudder and shrivel. Stiles' eyes burned even more as his vision was taken over by a green haze. His skin started to burn as well, not just from heat but now from the sheer level of vile gases. The concoction of sulfur and methane kept on leaking out over him and Stiles was quickly losing consciousness from it. The asshole clamped shut again and Stiles felt minor relief but he now started to pray that he could just die to end this misery. He could barely hear Scott's next words but wondered how it could possibly get worse.
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