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To my surprise, I found out he have a particular way of having fun: multiple times a day he would just grab the waistband of my underwear and pull it as hard as he could.

One day at his pool, because my speedo wouldn't ripp, he continued to wedgie me until it was dark. Needles to say I needed new pairs of underwear regularly.

We were drunk and laughing about something stupid on the tv when he started drinking faster and faster. He wanted to "go crazy"... And he did. He proceeded to dance and hit the sofa with his hands and I wasn't understanding a single thing he was doing. But then he looked at me and said "it was your birthday last weekend, wasn't it?" I should have said no, but I confirmed it was... He proceeded to give me my "birthday present". He jumped on top of me and grabbed my balls with his huge hands.

"25 years right?"

"uh, no..." I couldn't say a thing before he started crushing my balls so hard I rolled my eyes and screamed.

"25 seconds for the 25 years then" my uncle said laughing.

If that wasn't horrible enough, not only he lost count twice, he counted slowly as fuck so it was way more then 25 second but he so drunk that he crushed my balls way harder then he should.

I almost fainted and screamed most of the time.

On the last second he twisted and pulled my balls so hard I thought they were going to tear apart.

This story is short but I personally really like it, mostly because its funny for me to remember it.

I was at my grandpa's house a couple of years ago and we decided to swim a bit in the pool.

At some point he started to brag about he's younger years and how he was a great wrestler with "the most agile moves". I obviously wasn't believing that and then decided to mess with him.

When he was close to me I grabbed the back of his speedo and pulled as hard as I could.

He screamed and complained as I pulled his speedo at his necks height. I continued for maybe a full minute. I only let it go when the fabric started to rip.

"I thought you were agile" I laughed at him.

I couldn't stop laughing for some minutes as he cursed a lot, picked the wedgie from deep into his crack and continuously said that I would regret it.

To my surprise, I found out he have a particular way of having fun: multiple times a day he would just grab the waistband of my underwear and pull it as hard as he could.

One day at his pool, because my speedo wouldn't ripp, he continued to wedgie me until it was dark. Needles to say I needed new pairs of underwear regularly.

We were drunk and laughing about something stupid on the tv when he started drinking faster and faster. He wanted to "go crazy"... And he did. He proceeded to dance and hit the sofa with his hands and I wasn't understanding a single thing he was doing. But then he looked at me and said "it was your birthday last weekend, wasn't it?" I should have said no, but I confirmed it was... He proceeded to give me my "birthday present". He jumped on top of me and grabbed my balls with his huge hands.

"25 years right?"

"uh, no..." I couldn't say a thing before he started crushing my balls so hard I rolled my eyes and screamed.

"25 seconds for the 25 years then" my uncle said laughing.

If that wasn't horrible enough, not only he lost count twice, he counted slowly as fuck so it was way more then 25 second but he so drunk that he crushed my balls way harder then he should.

I almost fainted and screamed most of the time.

On the last second he twisted and pulled my balls so hard I thought they were going to tear apart.

This story is short but I personally really like it, mostly because its funny for me to remember it.

I was at my grandpa's house a couple of years ago and we decided to swim a bit in the pool.

At some point he started to brag about he's younger years and how he was a great wrestler with "the most agile moves". I obviously wasn't believing that and then decided to mess with him.

When he was close to me I grabbed the back of his speedo and pulled as hard as I could.

He screamed and complained as I pulled his speedo at his necks height. I continued for maybe a full minute. I only let it go when the fabric started to rip.

"I thought you were agile" I laughed at him.

I couldn't stop laughing for some minutes as he cursed a lot, picked the wedgie from deep into his crack and continuously said that I would regret it.

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Family Bonds Can Be So Overrated (Part 4)

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“Rise and shine, lads!” my grandfather yelled at what was sure to be around 7am, 8 hours since his last lecture. Somehow, the boys and I had managed to get some sleep, even though the position of our underwear had definitely not moved. In fact, since Mike, Dan, and I seemed to be on our tip-toes again, it had seemed the only thing that had moved were our bodies, and we sunk further and further into our undies throughout the night.

“Ahh, nothing like morning armpit stench”, my uncle said as he gave us of us a good 1 minute woff of his under-arm each. Dan and I tried our best not to cough, but Mike let out several and found himself squirming at the same time due to the rapid movement of his body. “Right fellas, time for our morning walk”. My grandfather, father, and uncle had been going for morning walks around the local male-only college park, just around the corner from our house. The guys and I didn’t go to college, but knew of the type of guy that did. Tall, muscular, a jock. The guys that would beat you up in high school, and make you smell their jockstrap for an hour in the lockeroom after gym class had finished.

My dad cut the rope and we fell to the floor. In a sign of mercy, we were allowed to pick out our wedgies. It took a couple of painful minutes, but after we had turned our makeshift g-strings into normal underwear again we were pulled to our feet and lead out the front door. The cool morning air was harsh for three young men who were only in their undies, walking in headlocks to the college park. All three older men clearly hadn’t showered yet, and the stench of their armpits made the guys and I gag. The main side of the park was lined with apartment blocks for the guys on college, all having a balcony that looked over the running track.

“Always good to start your morning with a long walk, boys”, my grandfather chuckled, “I reckon we go for EXACTLY an hour today”. With that, Mike was spun around facing Uncle Steve, Dan was spun around facing dad, and I was spun around facing my grandfather. While looking at three evil grins, we were bent over towards them, and our heads were placed in between their legs. “Weight training, haven’t missed a day in over 30 years”, my dad exclaimed in a proud tone, “and today is no different.”.

And with that, the three older men grabbed the boys’ leg holes once again and shot their undies up their asses. “Let’s go”, my uncle exclaimed as they started walking, bouncing us with every step. Again, I was in the middle and turned my head to see the faces of both my mates. This time, both had clenched teeth and had shut their eyes. I wish I had shut my eyes too, however was caught by the look of a jock on his balcony, a man who had clearly just woken up. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes, looking at the sunrise… until he found us.

With a roaring fit of laughter, he went back inside to wake up his three other room-mates, who all came out onto the balcony, howling with laughter. I blushed with embarrassment, four jocks who were a few years older than me, laughing at my mates and I “walking” with my family. The thing with dad, Uncle Steve, and my grandfather is… is that they are REALLY strong. With our heads between their legs, they were easily able to lift us up by our undies, and cause our feet to fly off the ground, and stay up there. Even though our legs were kicking and flailing, the men were still easily able to walk at a normal pace, not letting us down one bit… and it was no difficulty to them at all. Eventually, the laughter of the college guys woke up more jocks, and soon a few dozen were on their balconies, howling and laughing as loud as they could. One even came down and starting walking next to my dad. “What’d these boys do?” he asked. My grandfather explained the situation, all of them still walking and bouncing us, making the jock cackle with laughter. After asking if there was anything “he could do”, my grandfather laughed and gave him permission to smack our asses as hard as he wants, all while we all continued to “walk”.

After a few strong slaps, a few more college guys came down to join in on the fun. With each wack, the guys and I groaned. Not only was it cold, not only were our heads in between now sweaty, hairy legs, not only were our undies shoved so far up our asses that our legs and feet had been off the ground for almost 30 minutes by now, but now we were getting spanked by the local college guys. When my grandfather said “and how do you make sure a punishment is long-lasting? For a male, you rob him of something that he won’t ever forget losing temporarily. His Pride, or his dignity you could call it. It’s extremely effective.”, this was the type of thing he meant.

After “exactly” an hour had past, which was probably slightly more since I could feel my grandfather was feeling even more vindictive today, my grandfather asked the remainder of college guys to leave, although welcomed them to view the “second act” from their balconies. The boys and I were “walked” to the middle of the race track, where we were slowly lowered down to our stomachs, our tight wedgies still in place. Our undies had long disappeared up our assholes, after an hour of a pile-drive wedgie with constant tugging. “Hmmm… those other boys did a great job redding up these little tooshies, but I think we could add a bit more colour to them”, my grandfather exclaimed, “I also like a song in the morning, you boys know twinkle-twinkle little star… right?” The boys and I looked at each other with confusion, before we eventually mustered up the moment to start reluctantly singing together.

“Twink-“ * WHACK * All three of the men’s hands came slapping down on our left ass cheecks.

“-kle-“ * WHACK * Another wack, this time on the right

“Twink-“ * W H A C K * The left again

“-kle” * W H A C K * “Lit-“ * W H A C K * ‘-tle” * W H A C K * “star” * W H A C K *

This continued for the rest of the song, as the college jocks cheered from their balconies. After a solid ten repeats of the song, each time being forced to sing louder and louder. At about 8.30am, after a long and brutal morning punishment, my grandfather, dad, and uncle decided to go home… although we wouldn’t be joining them. We were brought to our feet, our leg holes were pulled through our arms and up over our shoulders, resembling that Borat “mankini”. Mike had it the worst, for some reason I had a pair of underwear a few sizes too small for me, and just happened to be unlucky enough to get that pair. In order to get the leg holes to the shoulders, we were forced to bend over, and had no choice but to stay in that position once the wedgie was complete. The boys and I were dragged over to some nearby light-poles, were our hands were tied around them with zip ties. Still bent over, we were easily able to receive a few more rounds of twinkle-twinkle before the older men set off. Being a bank holiday, no staff or security were around, just a bunch of college jocks who occasionally walked past, spanking us or giving us slight tugs to the small slithers of our undies slicing up our ass cracks.

Family Bonds Can Be So Overrated (Part 3) 

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It would be a lie to say that getting dragged across the floor but your already extremely tight wedgie was fun, but I don’t need to lie about anything in this story. After finding ourselves on the opposite sides of the room, we were now back in a line, still on our stomachs with our undies lodged deep, deep in our asses, and still with our tormentors on top of us. This time, however, Dan was in the middle, and was lying a tiny bit further up then Mike and I, just enough so his ass was just past our heads (in fact you could almost say his ass was floating ABOVE our heads, considering all our asses were still high in the air). I sighed, now not only were we receiving long wedgies from hell, but Mike and I now got the pleasure of the scent of Dan’s sweaty crack… which forced us to gag into our sock’s even more. Judging by Dan’s position however, I could tell Mike and I were in for a “show”. “Well, let’s teach you a lesson about swearing, Danny boy”.

And with that, my dad had shifted his hands from Dan’s leg holes to his waistband, and with a single stretched RRIIPPPEEEDDD his undies up his crack. The tatters of Dan’s underwear left a “v” which went from my dad’s hands and into his ass. I knew that this was “too light of a punishment” to stop there. Although Dan let out a sigh of relief (after his long yelping noise), my dad soon grabbed the rest his undies, one hand on one side of the “v”, the other hand on the other, and pulled with all his might. Remember before when I said your underwear wouldn’t rip unless THEY wanted them to? Well this was no exception. The underwear didn’t rip, it was now a long, thin line slicing my best mate’s ass.

“Well… as the rule goes”, snickered my dad, “the thinner the line of the g-string, the deeper it goes”. I shuddered as I remembered the times my undies had been ripped to the point only a single string lead from the top of my crack to my dad’s clenched fist-full of cotton, and my heart sank knowing the pain Dan was feeling. “See what happens when you’re rude, boys? Now enjoy watching your friend’s ass near your face getting ripped apart so you remember…”. My dad, uncle, and grandfather all howled with laugher as the spanking started again. Mike and I were still victims of the same wedgies we had been receiving for the last hour, but Dan was feeling a whole new level of pain. With every 5 minutes that passed, I could hear another seam of Dan’s undies popping, although I knew he was a long way off from salvation.

“It’s always funny to see their legs kick about and squirm from atomic wedgies” my uncle said as he landed another smack onto Mike’s ass. My grandfather laughed. “I was always a fan of watching young men’s toes curl up during intense wedgies”, he said with a reminiscent tone, “although there’s nothing like a red bum cheek of a guy who was misbehaving”. Another half an hour had passed before dad had finally let the last seem of Dan’s underwear pop, which, for Dan, meant this stage was over for him. I could hear Dan let out a final “aahhhoohhhhhh” when it happened, dad must have really made the last bit count. Unfortunately for Mike and I, this stage had to end for us too. My uncle and grandfather nodded at each other, and ripped the remainder of our undies off. The process took a further five minutes, but they didn’t want it to go on for too long as they didn’t want Dan to have too much relief.

After our undies had finally given way, Dan, Mike, and I just laid on our stomachs, panting heavily and wiping the sweat from our faces. Normally you’d use this opportunity to pick our the remainder of the wedgie, but there was no wedgie or undies left. We laid there in silence, as the older men laughed for a good few minutes. “Well, gentlemen, it is getting late, how about we call it a night”. Dan and Mike sighed with relief, but I knew all too well that wasn’t a good thing. It only took 30 seconds for my dad to come down from my room with a few more pairs of my underwear. I felt sorry for my mates who had to put on MY jocks, although last week Dan had taken off his undies in the locker room and as a joke tackled me and shoved them in my face, so I didn’t feel too bad in a way for him. We all stood up and put on our new pairs of undies, and were escorted into the garage.

“We’re all going to bed, but you guys hang out here for a while”. I sighed as I saw my uncle grab some zip-ties from a shelf. My grandfather ordered us to take our shirts off, leaving us standing there in just our undies. Uncle Steve tied our hands together, and each of us were dragged to the other side of the room by our tormentors, our backs now pressed against a cold wall. Within a few seconds, we could feel rope being tied through our leg holes and thrown over a beam above our heads. By now, my mates had caught on how they’d be spending the night. All three older men laughed as they started to pull their own respective ropes, and we were slowly lifted up by our undies. They stopped just as we were on our tip-toes, each of us squirming.

“Rightio, boys. I hope you’ve started to learn your lesson. As I mentioned before, this punishment needs to be long-lasting, so I want you young men to get as much sleep as possible tonight, even though you’re almost about to be strung up by your undies”. He gave a little friendly slap to our faces as he lit his cigar, blowing smoke towards us. “You see, I’ve learnt that you can’t talk to “dudes” like yourselves to convince them the error of their ways, you need something more, something painfully more, something that can wipe away dignity and manhood. Well boys, your manhood, and your ass cracks, are mine. I won’t gag your mouths with any more socks, I’ll let you guys talk about how you won’t do stupid things in the future. See you in the morning gentlemen, goodnight!”. After a few more puffs on his cigar, my grandfather instructed his sons to pull more on the rope, and within a few seconds we were off the ground, our asses pressed against the cold wall behind us as we squirmed and kicked our legs for any relief. Unfortunately, no relief would come. The older men tied the end of their ropes to another beam, and my mates and I were left to dangle as our tormentors went to bed, turning off the light behind them.

Mike, Dan, and I hung in the dark, slowly swaying back and forward, trying to alleviate the sharp pain in our cracks. The moonlight outside gave us a little light, and I turned to look at the damage. Three asses, held up off the ground only by the seat of our undies. A rope from the beam, which lead to our leg holes, which were wedged so far up it sliced through us like a saw. Luckily, we were able to cup our balls, even though our hands were tied together After a few minutes, we stopped squirming, learning that moving only made it worse. When I was a kid and dad would sometimes “hang” me from being naughty, I was much lighter and the pain wasn’t as bad. But I’m not a kid anymore, I’m a man, and I carry much more weight and muscle. I’m sure I emulate my dad when I say this, but the more muscle and weight, the deeper the hanging wedgie.

“Arghhhh… I can feel the hairs in my crack burning off”, Dan said through his gritted teeth, his left foot giving off a little spasm from the pain of his hanging wedgie.

“If I move any more, these undies are going to slice through me!”, Mike said in a voice which sounded like a man in true agony. “I’m going to need an asshole reconstruction after this”.

“I am so sorry boys” I managed to get out as my body slowly swayed back and forth. We had all been the best of mates for so long – these were my bros, my companions, my buds, and instead of having fun drinking and partying like we planned, we were strung up by our jocks in a dark garage after an already intense hour and a half of atomic wedgies. Being mates for so long, they were used to each other’s “aroma” after a footy game on the field or after lying in the sun, but the sweat pouring from the lads tonight wasn’t from sports or heat, it was from torment… and they all stunk.

“Don’t sweat it, dude”, Dan sighed with the slightest of positivity in his voice. “It’s not your fault, we fucked up too”. I felt a smile come across my face, even though the hairs in my ass were also burning off and and I would possibly need asshole reconstruction too. I’d been mates with these boys all my life, and even though our three butt cracks were burning due to my family, I knew they’d still have my back.

“So, at least the chicks were pretty cute”, Dan joked. The three of us laughed, followed by a sharp hiss by the sudden movement of our chuckles, our undies digging just that little bit further. “Well, I did get laid, kind of worth it haha, plus…” Dan paused, needing to just stop for a moment for a quick “pain in the ass” to pass, “how much worse could tomorrow be?”

Unfortunately for Dan, he nor the others had any idea what was in store the next day. Until then, the three boys hung there, slightly swaying back and forth, where they would have the most uncomfortable and restless nights of their lives.

Family Bonds Can Be So Overrated (Part 2)

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The boys and I were laying next to each other on our backs. Normally, three young mates lying in a row is reserved for gazing up at the sun on a warm day, talking about the usual things young men talk about such as partying, girls, and the occasional banter. A warm summer day with your mates and a few beers is heaven for young dudes hanging out with nothing else to care about. Unfortunately, this was not heaven… this was hell.

It’d be great if we were looking up at the sun, but instead we found the foul-smelling feet of our tormentors on our faces. Mike was to my left - my uncle had decided to be his “boss” for the next few days and had one of his feet digging into Mike’s face, often even trying to jam a toe up his nostril sometimes. After the night in the bathroom in Uncle Steve’s “gas chamber” with my atomic wedgie stretching over my head and onto the rack above the toilet, I could only feel sorrow for what might happen to Mike.

Dan was to my right, my dad had decided to take on this one. He also had one sweaty foot on Dan’s face, and seemed to be moving it a lot more then my uncle, probably to make sure he covered every inch of Dan’s face. Dad had always liked Dan, and would usually tease him (in good fun) every time he was around. Dan always responded with some smart ass comment (also in good fun), which would usually earn him a nipple twist as my dad would walk from talking to us to the kitchen. My dad always wanted Dan to be my real brother in a way, that way he would have “double the punching bags”, as he would often say.

Then there was me, in the middle, who had the pleasure of having both my dad’s AND my uncle’s foot on my face. I guess I’d be getting the most of whatever was about to come. “How you going there boys?” my dad said with a sinister tone (yet with a smile on his face). “Sorry about the stink, we’ve been out on that boat in the hot sun for days, and haven’t changed our socks or shoes once”. “Yeah”, my uncle said with an equally sinister tone, “and fishing isn’t all that easy, I’d probably done about 20kms of literally running around trying to get bait and hooks, but I guess you can probably tell, huh Mike?” Uncle Steve laughed as he squashed his foot even further onto Mike’s face, who squirmed and choked at my uncle’s sweaty foot. My grandfather had been gone for about 20 minutes now, after he left us with my dad and uncle. He was definitely using his “unique” punishment mind to find some tools to make the next few days hell.

Twenty more minutes had past when my grandfather came back into the room. Mike, Dan, and I were used to stinky feet (we are all males in our twenties, remember?), but nothing like this. “Well, gentlemen. I hope you’ve enjoyed the last forty minutes. Don’t worry, there’s more to come. Now, since you’re all equally responsible for what happened this weekend, you’ll all get equal punishment. That means whatever you feel, whether it be shame, embarrassment, loss of pride, or sharp, unbearable pain, the man next to you will be feeling the exact same thing. You’re all going to suffer together, boys. And Chad, since YOU should know better, once we let these other two lads go we’ll have some fun on our own. Just you and me”. I cringed at the thought of spending time alone with my corporal punishment loving grandfather, but I knew there’d be a lot more to happen before then.

“Right, let’s get some socks in these boys’ mouths and get this started”. There was a short lived relief for Mike, Dan, and I when my dad and uncle took their feet off us, almost everything felt right again. This was a feeling short lived, as soon we found ourselves with their 3-day old sweaty socks in our mouths, as we were being picked up by the older, and far more stronger men. Eventually, we found ourselves on the ground on our stomachs, each of us able to look at each other due to the positioning of us in a triangle. The older men slowly lowered themselves onto us, backwards, facing our feet. I felt a chill as I felt my grandfather pull down my pants off and throw them to another side of the room, I assume Mike and Dan felt the same chill judging by their pants ending up far away too.

“Well boys, I guess you’ll think again before ruining this house. Don’t worry, this will hurt a lot”. And with that evil remark, looks of swift, sharp, and excruciating pain swept across our faces. The three older men had wasted no time in yanking up our undies with full force. There was no time for a slow build up, or even a grab from the waistband. No, they had gone straight for the leg holes, and within microseconds had launched our asses into the air. My mates and I groaned, as my dad, uncle, and grandfather laughed.

How long would this last, at the time I couldn’t know. These three were expert wedgie givers. Your undies wouldn’t rip unless THEY wanted them too. They were in charge of every piece of pain shooting up your ass-crack - if they wanted you to feel it, they would make you feel it. Somehow, even though they had grabbed the lowest part of the leg holes possible (for maximum deep-wedgie pain), they still managed to introduce sharp tugs every few seconds, which caused wimps and gasps to come out of my mate’s and my mouths. Luckily, the three of us had managed to somehow get our hands in the right position so we could at least cup our balls, although this really didn’t do much

I looked over to Mike, his eyes closed tight and his teeth clenched onto his (Uncle Steve’s) sock. I could see the redness in his face and the sweat dripping off his forehead. I don’t think Mike had ever received a wedgie before, it sucks this was his first. I then turned to Dan, who’s mouth was open (with the sock still inside), and his eyes almost popping out of his head. I had given Dan a wedgie once, but it had only been a quick 5 second one in front of a girl he liked (don’t worry, he got me back), but I knew he hadn’t had a wedgie like this before. With each tug, Mike, Dan, and I could feel the inside of our ass cracks crying for help. But what was really excruciating about this type of wedgie was that because as much of the leg holes were grabbed as possible, it sliced the very top of the ass crack, just below the tail bone where the butt cheeks start, even more closely. For me, this was always the most “tender” part of my ass when getting ultimate wedgies from these guys.

An hour slowly (very slowly passed) before the first spankings started to happen. This was easy for the older men, as our asses were still high in the air, and hadn’t been let down the entire hour. By this stage, I had tried to close my eyes as tight as possible and think of anything else besides what my poor, hairy butt was going through now. I’d imagine the boys were probably doing the same, probably just trying to think of those girls they had banged before. Who knew that for these lads getting laid one minute would lead to hours of a sweaty man sitting on top of you while your undies are shoved up so far between your ass cheeks that you can almost taste them (gross). Eventually, after about 15 minutes of spanking, Dan spat out his sock with a massive “FFFUUCCK. STOP. PLEASE. STOP.” The spanking stopped, as did the tugging, but our wedgies were still very VERY in place. I could hear my dad laugh. “Oh…” he said, “no… that won’t do”.

Family Bonds Can Be So Overrated (Part 1)

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Disclaimer: This was originally a story from WedgieHaven. I cannot remember the original author’s name (please contact me if it is you if you wish), but I did get his permission to continue with the story before the site closed down.

**Part 1 is the original story written by the original author - Part 2 onwards will be my own writing**

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It can be easy to get kind of down about life when you’re 22 and still living at home. Especially when you’re forced to move back into your dad’s overcrowded home because your mom married your asshole new step-dad who didn’t want to give handouts to “moocher millenials who can’t support themselves”. I call my dad’s house overcrowded because it’s a three bedroom place housing my dad, my uncle, my grandpa, and myself. it was better before, when it was just my dad and I, but a local cyclone that made national news ended up completely tearing apart the neighborhood where my uncle and grandpa had houses. They had evacuated days beforehand, but without a place to stay, they were crashing with us for the time being. Which sucked for me, considering their senses of humor. My grandpa has no sense of humor, but a strict authoritarian streak in it’s place. A man of 66, he’s very active and fit for his age. He served in the army for twenty years as a boot camp instructor, so you can imagine his personality type. No nonsense, fond of punishment, loves to get in your face to build character. He’s actually a nice guy, he helped me out a lot for college, but he doesn’t show much love. The funny thing is that while I say he’s fond of punishment, he’s very against corporeal punishment. Says that hitting kids doesn’t teach them anything. He had a different way of liking to leave lasting punishments, and I’ll get to that in a minute. My uncle Steve is who I’m sharing a room with, he’s the kid who never quite grew up. He’s my dads fraternal twin, though they look nothing alike. At the age of 44, Steve stands about 6'0. He’s always laughing, always pulling pranks, he’s a fun guy but can be exhausting to live with sometimes. My dad is also 44, and although he’s just a bit taller than Steve (6'3), nothing else is similar. He’s pretty in shape, he loves running marathons and was the one who got me into track and field in high school. He says the quality I got the most from him are his broad shoulders, but I think it’s the massive amounts of coarse black body hair that I have to deal with. He’s a great dad, he handled mom’s cheating with a lot of maturity and the divorce went smoothly just about a year ago, although like Steve he has such a childish side. And to round off the descriptions, there’s me, Chad. I’m shorter than all the other guys in my family at 5'11. Broad shoulders, dark hair, brown eyes, and weighing about 220, half in muscle and half in fat. I ran track and field and also played football in high school, just graduated from community college a year ago before funds ran dry for the rest of college. You might be wonder why I said it can be easy getting down on life when you’re living at home with a group like this… well, i lied. It wasn’t easy getting down. I would know, because I was stuck hanging from my tighty whities by a rope attached to the tree outside. I curled my bare toes and groaned, hanging my head to glimpse my hairy legs and thighs dangling a good four feet above the ground. I could only imagine how ridiculous my hairy ass looked from the back, I knew I should have shaved. I heard a camera phone shutter snap, and shuddered. I heard my grandpa’s voice boom out from behind me, “Regretting hosting that party now, aren’t you? I’ll let you choose though because I’m nice, Instagram or Facebook?”

Now, how did I end up in this ridiculous position? By playing with fire. I knew that the consequences of throwing a small party the one night that my dad, my grandpa, and my uncle were out of town for a fisherman’s trip would be severe. My dad and my grandpa were both neat freaks, so the idea of a bunch of wild young adults wreaking havoc in the house that we all shared would naturally make them furious. And I learned from a very early age that my fathers, my grandfathers, and uncle Steve’s brand of punishments tended to be a lot more long-lasting and embarrassing than a simple whipping. Nonetheless, I decided to take the risk. After having to drop out of college after finishing up my associates, I had to watch all of my old friends go off to university without me, and that sucked. I saw the rare opportunity to have the house to myself for three days, and I took it. I texted my two best friends that they could come over, bring as much booze as they could, and let’s try to get some chicks to come over. We were all desperately single, and while I wanted to keep it as a small get-together, I figured two or three chicks couldn’t hurt. One of my friends I texted responded immediately, saying that he was going to bring over this girl he had been -kind of- fooling around with for a while. This was Dan, and he was basically my identical twin. A lot of people joke that we’re related, even my dad. Dan’s just a few inches taller than me, standing around 6'1, but he’s build like a linebacker, with broad shoulders and muscled arms. The second friend texted back a few moments later that he was down and was going to try to bring over a girl he had been courting for weeks now. This was Mike.

The night of the party arrived, it was a holiday weekend so we had Friday, Saturday, and Sunday night all to ourselves before my dad, uncle, and grandpa came back from their fishing trip Monday morning. Perfect! I had been unable to nab a date so watched in relative jealousy as both Dan and Mike got comfortable with their girls throughout the course of the booze and video game fueled Friday and Saturday nights, but by Sunday I had gotten over it and just wanted to get more drunk. In fact, because I’m such a bro, I gave my bro’s some private time with their ladies by dragging an old futon into our living room and shutting the door, emphasizing the lock. By the time I went back into the living room Sunday morning, I saw a collection of two pairs of bra’s and panties on the floor in the corner. Success, they even collected the undergarments! Score! Sunday night, the last night we could go crazy, we decided to go REALLY crazy. Whole bottles of vodka were downed in a series of shot, and some genius got the bright idea to start a game of football in the living room by tossing an old vase around. Which was fun, until said antique vase hit the brand new VERY expensive television and sent it crashing to the floor. All I remember was a long period of stunned silence, before my grandfathers authoritarian voice boomed out, “What the hell is going on?!” And in that exact moment, I truly knew fear. Fast forwarding, the two girls quickly ran out of the house, my grandfather, uncle, and father threatening charges if they didn’t leave fast. Dan and Mike tried to follow, apologizing profusely and explaining that we had no way of knowing that poor weather would lead to them all coming home early and promising to pay for all of the damages, but my grandfather simply held up his hand and chuckled while saying “oh you’re not going anywhere” Upon hearing my grandfather tell that to my two friends, my heart sank. I knew the chuckle all too well, and I knew I had just dragged them into the unknown circle of hell with me. I hoped their asscracks, their dignity, and their manhood was prepared for it.

After ushering the girls out and getting things into a semblance of control and understanding, things were ready to be talked out. Myself, Dan, and Mike were lined up against the wall like common perps, while my dad, my grandfather, and my Uncle Steve stood over us with their arms crossed across their chests. “So not only did you throw a party when we expressively stated not to… but you damaged an antique vase worth well over one thousand dollars, as well as a brand new smart television set purchased at $549.00 just last month. AND, not only THAT, but we found two pairs of women’s undergarments on the floor of the living room that we LIVE in, which I can only assume belong to the two young ladies who ran out of here shortly after we arrived.” My grandfather started sternly, while Dan and Mike burst into a series of pleas and apologies. “SO GENTLEMAN” My grandfather projected, silencing my two friends while I hung my head, waiting for the inevitable humiliation. “We have two ways to go about this. Me and my two sons can press charges for trespassing without the homeowners permission, as well as the destruction of property, and demand restitutions…” to which Mike and Dan erupted into a series of pleas before being silenced by a single look from my dad. “… Or,” started my grandfather with his sly grin, “You allow us to have a little payback. You see gentlemen, while I’m not a believer in corporal punishment, I do believe that punishment only teaches a lesson when it’s long-lasting. And how do you make sure a punishment is long-lasting? For a male, you rob him of something that he won’t ever forget losing temporarily. His Pride, or his dignity you could call it. It’s extremely effective. And since you gentlemen violated our house for three days, I figure that would make a fitting time for a punishment violating your senses of masculinity. Think you’re so tough that you can have sex in somebody elses house that didn’t even want you there? Oh, well you got another thing coming boys. So this is your last chance, will you take the fines and charges on your record? Or will you consent to three days of equal payback? I promise nothing long-lasting or against the law will happen in the household… but you will leave with a newfound appreciating for respecting boundaries, I can promise you that much.” Myself, Mike, and Dan had to resort to nodding our heads. What else could we do? Only I knew what was coming though, I’d been through this routine before.

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 could’ve gone. Another older stockier jock classmate took notice of this and announced it to the room with pleasure. “Did I hear Billy doesn’t have his clothes?!” 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, “the bells are ringing”. The coach took off his hat to show his short brown hair. “Well Billy, is this true?” Billy looked down, he started to take off his glasses knowingly. “I guess I’ll take that as a yes!” The coach was very animated with his movements making a show for the rest of the class. Billy started to walk towards the coach. “Time to enter the cave Billy boy! And it’s a little damp in there today! Someone forgot their deodorant this morning.” 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. Billy’s 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 wouldn’t leave him. “Don’t forget then again! Or maybe the bells will have a word with you!” He said sternly. “Now get out there!”

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. “So today we will be learning about wresting! Because it’s the first day I’ll just be doing some demonstrations but I can’t do that solo…” The classes eyes widened with concern. “Who will be the unlucky candidate who will have to rub up on this bod for the day? And fair warning, I sweat… a lot.” He walked up towards the bleachers to observe the students. Billy avoided eye contact and did his best to blend in. “How about…” Billy’s heart raced. “The one kid…” He shut his eyes trying to leave the present moment. “Who’s already pissed me off today… Kyle!” Billy breathed a big sigh of relief, he knew the coach would be rough on him. “Would you tell Billy he’ll be my wrestling victi- oops! Sorry. Partner!” The coach said with a devilish grin. Billy’s eyes darted open. On the mat Billy shook. “So I’m gonna show you guys a basic takedown” 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 “partner”. “Go!” 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. Billy’s 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 Billy’s face. “Oops! Something is ding-donging on his face!” The coach yelled finding humor in Billy’s 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? “And now for my finisher” 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. Billy’s arm and both legs were stuck in the air twitching from the devastation that just occurred. The Coaches massive ass smothered Billy’s face. He let out a tiny “ppprrrrrt” 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. “Oh this is gonna be a fun gym class!” 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. “Good job today out there Billy. If you wouldn’t mind could you come to my office? I feel like I need to tell you something” Billy’s 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 he’ll lay off him for now on. Billy was wrong. He closed the door behind him and still kept his eyes to the floor. “Well Billy,” 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. “I feel I have a few things to say I’m sorry for…” he got up and walked to him. “One, I think I handled you way too rough today and I’m 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. I’m sorry for harming you and crushing your tiny body with my enormous one. I’m truly sorry. And two…” Billy finally looked up and looked at the Coach in his eyes. The coach slouched down to get to eye level with Billy “I’m sorry I enjoyed it so much.” The couch smiled in Billy’s 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. “Come with me…” 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. “That’s where you go!” The coach said and shoved Billy’s weak body to the chair. He spun him around with ease and placed his face in the seat, face up. “Help!!! I need help!” Billy screamed. The coach covered his mouth quickly. “Shut up or it’ll be much worse, and believe me, I want it much worse.” The let his hand go but the screaming continued. Covering his mouth again he smiled. “Good. It can be much worse.” He opened his drawer and pulled out a huge jockstrap. Must’ve been at least a 3XL. “I wore these all last week. Phew! The smell like sweaty balls!” Billy panicked. His breathing intensified. The coach shoved them in Billy’s mouth. “Ermph!!” It tasted like salt and mud. Billy started tearing up in disbelief of what was happening to him. “Now I can enjoy myself.” 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. “Hmm wonder what that was…” he joked. He grinded on Billy and jumped up and down crushing his skull. Billy was getting completely dominated by his coach. “Now I don’t even have to hide this…” PPRRRRRRPT!!! The coach released a tremendous fart all over Billy. “AHAHAHAHA! Oh this is gold!” Just as his blasted another one out the janitor entered the room. “Phew!! Jeez Jim was that you?!” The older janitor said. He was a little bit bigger than the coach and held a mustache. “Anyone else in here?!” “Damn you gotta control those things!” “Nah! I’m proud of em!” The coach said farting again, blasting Billy. Billy dying under there. He was just happy the janitor could save him right now. “Well I’m proud of them too! But I control them, store em up and-” the janitor readied his body to burst but the coach quickly stopped him. “Wait!” The janitor froze. “You should do that in my special fart chair. It’s got a cushion that could use some breaking in!” The janitor shrugged and walked over. Billy couldn’t 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 wouldn’t look down! The coach kept talking to him keeping his attention. Before Billy knew it the even bigger man was taking a seat! “Yikes Jim this cushion is uncomfortable!” “Told you it needs breaking in.” 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. “Why does this feel so bad?” He said rising his ass and smashing Billy over and over again. “Whatever, here we go!” The janitor raised his leg and blasted out a monster of a fart. PPPRRRRRRRRBBBBBBRRRRFFFTPTPT! PRAAAAAPTPTP!! BFFFFFRRPTPTRRRBB!!! “Ugh that felt great!” 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. “Well you can finally go now.” He looked at Billy and instantly started laughing. Billy’s hair was a mess, his face was bruised, and he could almost see the stink lines coming off of him. “Damn I did a number on you!” 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. “You can go now son, get out” Billy looked at him horrified. He felt as if he entered hell and didn’t know it. Without any words he walked to the door. He tried to open it but it was locked. “Oh yeah! I wanted to play a game before you left…” 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. “Name of the game… Strip Wresting. I think you can figure out the rules.” Without warning the Coach tackled the teen hugging him with his whole body. Billy’s face was smooshed on his big belly. The coach swept Billy’s leg and landed on top of him with a deafening “crunch!!” The coach had his sweat stained armpit over Billy’s face. Once the got up Billy started to take his shirt off following the rules. “What are you doing? I won, it’s my shirt that comes off” 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. “Like what you see?” 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 Billy’s body to his, shoved his face on his hairy belly, and jumped. “CRUUUUUSHH!!” The Coaches belly totally covered Billy’s ruined face. The sweat dropped all over him. “GWA HA HA! This feels amazing! Don’t you agree?!” 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. “Time for round 3” without even letting Billy get up the coach hopped in the air and landed his fat ass on Billy’s face. The whole school shook with that impact. Even the Coach was a little nervous it was too much. That was until he felt Billy’s mouth twitch deep in his ass crack. “Oh. Ohhhh that feels goooood” 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. “Okay now I’m done.” Slam! “For real this time” Crush!! “Okay yeah I’m doing it again” Crack!! Billy’s body only moved in reaction to the 400 lbs beast using him as he pleased. He didn’t get up again. He let his bare ass rest on his face for a second and… PRRRRRPTPTPT! “Ahhhhh! Direct fart of face is so much better…” PPRRRPRRT! “I got more where that came from” 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. “Well I clearly won that one…” 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 Billy’s 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. “Hey!” 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 didn’t forget to use his feet on Billy, stepping on him barefoot and smooshing his face in. “Jeez looks like I need a spatula to peel you up.” The coach grabbed the top of Billy’s head and pulled him up. “There we go” 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. “Damn, you’re so drenched in my sweat you’re making my swamp ass worse!” 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 Billy’s face in his blasting ass. “Guess I’ll just have to use these to get my ass sweat.” 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. “Ugh that feels good” he threw his butt floss on Billy’s face that landed with a splash. Billy’s destroyed body barely moved enough to take off the wet rags. He looked up and saw they were his gym clothes. “Wait, I need these.” The coach said bending over so his ass was over Billy’s face. He picked up Billy’s clothes and farted all over him again for good measure. PRRRRAAAAAPTT!!! “Don’t forget your clothes again tomorrow Billy” the coach said leaving the gym. “We don’t want a repeat of today do we?”

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I have known I was gay since I was younger but have not came out to anyone and was always fascinated in bigger guys. I grew up with my mom in allotment where houses sit fairly close to each other. Our next door neighbor Mr. Thompson, My gay neighbor of whom I would just say hey to here and there, was how I knew I was into bigger guys. I would always fantasize about him. He is a middle aged really big guy, has salt and pepper hair.. a very hot daddy type. Always lounging by his pool catching some sun in his speedo with the word “Spank” on his butt. When my mom wasn’t home I would go in the backyard to try to catch a glimpse through a crack in our privacy fence which I never could get a good view. One day I was home alone I decided to take my moms drill gun and drill a fist size hole in the fence with a straight on view of where he would lay on his pool deck. Only 2 people in our allotment had a pool. I always wanted to swim in his but never had the guts to go over there and ask. So this is my story.

I Just graduated high school and about to enjoy my summer vacation. My mom is going away for 3 weeks with friends in Las Vegas . So I had the house all to myself . My plan was simple, relax . Watch movies and spy on my neighbor and maybe get lucky . Trying for days here and there to see the Mr. Thompson by his pool, I had no luck.

The day came and my mom said goodbye and behave. I couldn’t wait, the house to myself for 3 weeks! About an hour after my mom left I was outside and heard Mr. Thompson’s sliding glass door shut. I ran to my spot by the fence and was so happy to see him, he was wearing his “Spank” speedo hugging every curve of his hips and ass and just his bulge was visible in the front, his thighs and belly covered most of his speedo. Looking through the hole I started to tug and play with myself, I watched him bend over to put a towel on his lounge chair. The word “spank” on his speedo went from two and half feet wide to three and half feet wide, really stretching out the word on his ass. It was really turning me on, so much I had hit my head on the fence and kinda loudly said “ shit”. I took a quick look through the hole to see if he heard me … it Looked as if he didn’t. I looked away and rubbed my head and went back to the hole to watch the sexy big guy lotion himself up. But he was gone. Getting bummed I was thinking I’d go inside for a bit and maybe catch him later. But I thought one last look . My view was blocked by a bulge of fat from his red speedo making its way to my side of the hole, My mind was racing . Thought oh crap , oh crap. Then I heard the sound of Mr. Thompson clearing his throat, I look up to see him looking over the fence. Mr. Thompson said” Hello Christopher, whatcha doing? In shock and speechless I tried to say I’m sorry but as I was fumbling the words out of my mouth. He said. “ can I speak with you? please come to my gate”. Making the short walk there I had all these thoughts racing in my head . Was he going to tell my mom, Oh please god no.

I make it to his gate and the door casually opens. Mr. Thompson says “ come in “ nervously entering his yard but at the same time I couldn’t keep my eyes off him, my eyes looking up and down his body before making eye contact. I never noticed how big he really was . He was really wide. His speedo stretched to the max. Mr. Thompson shut the gate and gently put his big hand on my shoulder . Which was kinda heavy to say the least. He looks me in the eyes and says “ I was young and curious once too, it’s ok…. I take it you like what you see”.

With his hand still on my shoulder and my resisting urge to grow a boner. I said “ Sir, my mom doesn’t know I am gay. Well no one does. Im not out” I took a deep breath and said “ but bigger guys turn me on and didn’t mean to invade your privacy”. Softly chuckling Mr. Thompson said “ I am glad you feel comfortable enough to come out to me, I am quite flattered “ .

repeatedly saying I’m sorry Mr. Thompson stops me. “Call me Randy, Chris “ he replied . I told Randy that he really has a nice pool and usually I go to the Rec. center down the road to go swimming. Randy replied “not anymore , you are welcome to my pool anytime”. a big smile appears on my face as well as his. Randy said” if you’d like you can join me for a swim now. With out hesitation I said “yes I’d like that, let me go home and change into my swimming trucks” Randy said “ no need, you look about the same size as my nephew,he is scrawny too, he is on the swimming team for a school out of state, I have bathing suit here you can wear” excited by calmly saying “ok,Sounds great “.

I follow Randy into his house, eyes glued to his gigantic ass jiggling with each step, I tripped over his door threshold and did a face plant right into his ass, my nose sinks into his crack through his speedo.

I said embarrassingly “ I am soo sorry, I tripped”. Randy replied “mmm hmmm sure you did,who knows maybe later you will trip and my ass will break your fall again” still embarrassed but laughing. I said “ perhaps” with a grin. (Knowing I have always wanted to rim a big ass but never have, i would rim him for as long as he wanted).

Randy says” ok, bathing suit is on the bed, I’ll see you out side by the pool”. I replied happily “yes sir.”

Looking at the bed I see a Blue speedo. Never wore one but got hard instantly thinking of walking out there in them. I picked it up and noticed it wasn’t a bathing suit it looked like a bikini but for men. Thought what kind of swimming did his nephew do. I Said “screw it” and put them on. It fit really snug revealing my bulge with a semi hard cock and a piece going up my crack.

I walk out side and see Randy sitting on his lounge chair with sun screen lotion. Randy said” come on over, I’ll lather you up so you don’t burn” making my way to him just staring at his belly rolls and big man boobs, my swim suit became tighter. I quickly sat down in front of him on the chair.

“That bikini fits you perfectly “said Randy, as I feel his big hands rubbing my shoulder with sunscreen,making his way towards my lower back, feeling his hands slide around my waist and up my chest.

Randy moaning and making small noise here and there as if he was getting excited. I couldn’t help it. I’ve become rock hard.

Randy said” ok stand up and let me do your ass and thighs . He rubs lotion down my legs and then takes his time on my ass. Randy making a kind of grunting noise . Says” ok turn around “ nervous with my hard on I turn around . “ wow” says randy. I said “ I’m sorry, I can’t help it.. never had a man touch me before. Randy kind of shocked “ really he gasp, hmmm” “yes sir” i said, as his fat lotion fingers slowly move away from my ass.

Randy pats my butt and says “ ok your turn to lather me up”.

I put alot of lotion in my hand as I was going to need it. Took me a while to put the lotion on his body, running my hands through his creases of his fat rolls, He stands up, ass inches away from my face Randy says “ your hands feel so good on my body, you sure know how to use your hands ”. I didn’t understand what he said I was in amazement of his huge ass and the way his speedo rode up his ass. Randy turns around, i spread lotion on his chest, working my way down to his thighs, he can’t see my face due to his big belly but I’m rubbing his thighs up and down, watching his bulge gradually grow… the outline of his penis is showing through this speedo. I so badly just wanted to take his speedo off and put his cock in my mouth. I have fantasized about that for a long time. But I was to much of a wimp to follow through.

We are in the pool, chatting away, his man boobs floating on top of the water.

Randy ask” so where is your mother, I’m sure she would have a fit if she knew you were here”. I said “ she is in Vegas for 3 weeks, so it’s just me .. randy seemed to get excited knowing I was home by myself, biting his lips.

We swam and relaxed for about 30 mins. Randy kinda shouts” oooh you want to make a bet who can hold their breath under water the longest” I said “yes” right away thinking I got this. I can hold my breath for a while. Randy says” great” with a big smile, he says “what do I have to do if I lose”. I already knew what I wanted. I said if I win I get to rim your ass for as long as I want” Randy laughing “ I have no problem with that at all” I said “and you”?

He said “well mine would be more intense, if i win, you have to be my slave for 3 full days” kinda shocked about his proposal on the game, and a moment to think it over I said “ deal”.

Randy with the stop watch says “go”…..i come up gasping for breath. Randy says” 40 seconds, not to bad Chris”, “my turn” he says with a shit eating grin” he goes under and I’m thinking there no way he can beat 40seconds .. he pops his head out of the water very calmly and says “well?, did I win” . Surprised I said” yes you did Randy, you got 45 seconds “ .

Randy immediately saying “ well and bets and bet, how about we get out and I show you something I think you will enjoy”.

We make our way to this door, which leads to a basement, amazed how beautiful the basement was, it had everything , full living room set up and all. “ Randy says” check this out” with a push of a button on the wall a hidden door opens. We walk in he wraps his big meaty arms around my shoulder and says “ well slave what do you think” excited and scared at the same time. I said “ this is pretty cool, you have a lot of stuff, Room seems interesting”. ( walls were full of toys, paddles, bondage straps, basically a well equipped dungeon)

He said “ we will come back to this room later, you had mentioned your bet about your face in my ass”. I said” yes to rim your ass” randy with a big smile says “I think you will enjoy this” we go back to the basement living room, Pointing in a direction he says” check it out” I said Randy. And he cuts me off, he said” it’s sir now” kinda giggling I said “ok sir”. You can tell he really didn’t find that to funny, he is acting a little differently , not the same as when we were outside.

“Randy says” I made this chair for an occasion like this, I Took this leather chair and added an extension and did some modifying, the cushions are only 2 inches thick”.

He removed the seat cushion and the two extended cushions ,puzzled I look at this chair, under the cushion was just a cut out, like I could lay and fit inside . I said “I don’t get it. “

“ let me show you” Randy says.

He picks me up and tosses me over his shoulder, my face against is back,with his big firm hand squeezing my ass very hard, my ass hanging out of the swim bikini I’m still in, places me in the long rectangle box frame and from inside the chair he pulls out straps. Before I can say anything he has already strapped me in. My legs , my waist and was strapping in my head. I said in a panicked voice” is all this necessary Randy” he yelled “ it’s sir boy, you will eventually get it right”. I laid there scared and in silence, thinking to myself I have watch a video kinda like this one, same set up and saaam—- it hit me . I cried out “ sir sir please let me go”.

(I watched this video a lot and jacked off to it but would have never wanted it to be me, told myself I could never handle that.)

I’m strapped in, randy puts the cushions back over my legs and stomach, and reaches behind the couch grabbing a different cushion. It was like a rim seat on springs with a cushioned top with a big hole missing for his comfort.

Randy says “ eagerly so you wanted to rim my ass huh”. Well I got you for 3 whole days.. “

my heart stopped I tried moving and trying to get free but it was no use. He stands right by my head. Smacking his ass. His ass just jiggles for about 10 seconds before it stops. I hear him say “uh ohh” before I could say anything he let if this huge long fart that sounded extremely wet, Randy just laughs , with his hand scratching his ass.

(I remember the video I watched , this was him, he started out the same way in the video)

Yelling and trying to kick, he says” your only going to make it worse boy” he slowly pulls down his Spank speedo, wiggling his big fat ass side to side . He bends over a little and rips another loud fart. This time it hovered over my face , coughing and gagging , I hear SNAP, his damp speedo came unstuck from his ass crack. Randy takes the speedo and wipes his crotch and under his balls , making sure I see this, he bends over and his ass grows double in size. Taking his speedo and wiping his ass with it a few times . He said “ now boy I’m only going to ask one time, open your mouth”. laying there completely covered in a thin layer of his leather cushions other then my face in the open seat,strapped in. what choice did I have, Randy took the speedo making sure he got the crotch and ass part in a woad he shoved it in my mouth. I can taste the fart he just ripped on my tongue. Mumbling my words When trying to speak. He says “ perfect , I’m going to love making you whimper”. While letting loose another smelly fart.

He says “it’s a little chilly down here , let’s turn the heat up some” over hear him say 80 is fine”. My eyes shot wide open,thinking to myself,It is going to be soo hot down here, what is he thinking. walking over towards me, he says”Oh yea, just a warning, I have this issue with my stomach which food in my digestive tract get stuck, usually i take two pills a day to prevent god awful uncontrollable gas”. He Says, “ now I didn’t get a chance to take it today as there was a Pervy boy peeping through the fence” he said smirkingly as a low muffled fart slides out his ass. “so for the next few days I think I’m just gonna put my Meds aside”. With his raunchy speedo still jammed in my mouth, he turns around, I see one of his very large thighs go over my body to the other side of the leather chair, he bends over and spreads his cheeks. I’m shaking as I see his large ass coming my way, he plops down on his chair, The springs from the seat he made gives in and his ass bounces up and down crushing my face until His large ass is hovering over my face at a stand still. my nose about a inch into his big ass, I hear Randy say “ don’t worry boy , this chair goes much much lower, and your body and head can be adjusted to raise up” I’m screaming but his raunchy speedo I loved to see him in masks my voice . Randy smacks the side of his ass, the seat bounces again while he lets out a disgusting fart, the wind and rank odor sprays my face, my eyes watering, gagging and breathing through my nose at the same time. Randy sighs in relief and i hear the tv turn on, his large framed body crushing my body through the two inch cushions, Making it hard for me to breath, fart odor sticking to the walls in my nose.

2 hours go by, it’s unbearably hot, all I smell is his ass. The sweat and fart start to mix, his speedo isn’t drying, it’s only getting soggier filling with ass sweat and farts, I can now taste it.

Trying to yell through his speedo in hopes he may think something is wrong and get up. His ass bouncing on my face as he is laughing. “ Randy says “ how are you doing down there, you ready to start rimming my ass now”.

Thinking maybe he would let me out to do it, he leans forward a little bit. Removing his speedo from my mouth.

“ ahh I can breathe” I said. Randy “ chuckling”.

Think to myself I can get some fresh cool air now, but it was just as hot in the room as it was under his big ass. Randy says” are you ready boy” . He spreads his cheeks as far as he can and sits back down on his seat. I hear a little bit of ruffling, then then seat drops, my face buried in his ass, the weight is to much I can barely move my jaw to open my mouth .

Randy in a stern voice says” what are you waiting for” as he bounces up and down, crushing my face into his now sweat dripping ass, my nose wedged into his crack. I try my best to work my tongue around his hole took all my effort to get my tongue from my mouth to his ass.

his stomach starts gurgling, “ oh boy” is all I hear from Randy, then one after another his stanky ass farts fill my mouth, my cheeks about to explode I have no choice but to swallow his farts, my face is steaming from the heat of his ass. He grabs his ass and spreads it more, my mouth stuck open and puckered to his gas chambered butt. He lets out a monster fart filling my mouth, I started choking.

Randy said” damn boy take it all, I can do this all day with out even trying”.

Few hours go by, I am literally about to pass out. I start feeling my body shutting down.

Randy’s phone rings.. I hear “ hey what’s up, … mmm hm.. yup this Sunday, in two days” he rocks back smothering is ass in my face even more then rocks forward, blowing a 5 second fart before he got up. A loud suction sound echos the basement as my face pops out of his hot sweaty ass crack.

Gagging and chocking he quickly turns around and gives me a little hello wave as he crams the speedo back in my mouth and continues to talk on the phone.

Trying to make out what he is saying, sounds like he was having a cook out on Sunday( day 3, the day I could go home).

I over hear him say “ and oh I got a little treat for you as well in the basement” Randy chuckles “ you know what that means “. He starts laughing ..” no I’m just sitting here on my lovely new seat, yea come on over, ok see you soon”. and ends the call.

Every inch of his body jiggling walking towards me. Randy said” a good buddy of mine is going to stop by for a bit, he is going to love you boy”. Laughing as he farts in my face.

Randy sitting on my chest, removes his speedo and throws it to the side,his belly up against my chin, said” here’s the phone call your mom and check in, don’t say anything or I will tell your mom about the fence”.

Randy hands me the phone.

The conversation last about 3 minutes. She is about to go out and told me to call her for an emergency only.

Looking up at Randy knowing he heard that. I told my mom “ok, have fun , love you”.

Randy snatched the phone out of my hand and said” looks like you won’t be needing “.

feeling my body shake as he farts while sitting on my chest.

Randy said “I know I told you my ass would be the only one you see but sorry boy, you will be seeing plenty of big asses on your face this weekend, your face is just to cute, they will all want to feel your face buried in their asses”.

(Shocked! I thought please no, didn’t want anyone in the world to know what had happened or what was going on.)

Randy re position himself, now sitting on my face , sweat pouring from his body.

The room feels like a hot Arizona summer day. It was insane to think he was actually comfortable. But he was. My face soaked like he just got out of the pool. Eeeekkk sooo wet, the smell .. trying not to puke.

The door bell rings.

Randy said” well that was quick, he must have been bored”.

Randy making his way upstairs , I hear them talking . The main floor crackling and popping as the walk down the stairs, each step from them sounding like a bomb going off.

strapped in the chair and in my bikini still, I see this massive gut lingering over my body, hearing the guy say “ wow he is cute with his hands on his waist”.

A foul smell instantly fills my nose. The smell of non showered ass and crotch and a B.O odor.

Randy leans over me , making sure his slimy sticky boobs are smothering my face as he removes the straps.

Rips a gross deep fart in my face while taking the straps off my body and legs. Even with randy smothering me and his farts in my face , the other guys odor is overpowering .

Thinking there’s no way this guy can sit on my face, he was just to big.

“This is Mark”Randy said. “I have been training him to follow my footsteps”

I see Mark this large insanely hairy guy, looks to be about 25/26 years old, licking his lips as beads of sweat is already pouring down his head and hairy chest.

I take a big gulp, scared to death. Has at least 150 pounds on Randy.

Randy looking at Mark says” how much do you weigh again”

Mark laughing “ I am about 625lbs.

Said” sorry about the odor my plumbing in my house is being repaired so I haven’t showered in 3 days, nor done laundry”

Randy laughs” so you mean to say you been wearing the same pair of underwear?”.

Mark replies “ yes indeed “ with a big grin.

Telling myself this is it, this is the end for me, I’m going to die.

Randy said” well boy you ready, Mark loves to feel a helpless boy under his big hairy ass”

breathing heavy and sweat drops smacking the ground ,

“Don’t worry boy, Mark is not a farter, but 3 days , ouch. Your gonna wish he was”. Randy said.

Mark, having trouble removing his tight briefs, stuck in his thigh creases, strips his briefs off revealing the sweat and skid mark stains and drops it to the ground.”Sploush” . A puddle instantly forming around his breifs.

“Screw this” I said.

Mark now standing over me I see nothing at all but his ass, sweat dripping from his ass hitting my face every 2 seconds .i can strongly smell his ass from where he stands.

Randy says” are you ready”

“ I screamed no”.

I’m not talking to boy, Randy says.

Randy and Mark chuckling, Randy gives Mark a little shove. Mark free falls on my face. Feeling like my nose is broke. He shifts around wiggling into to place before spreading his ass one cheek at a time . Half my body is under his ass. The smell makes me light headed feeling like I’m going to instantly passed out. Randy and mark are just having a normal conversation but to me sounds very vague and sounds like the voices are going in and out, my tongue slides into his raunchy hairy sweat covered ass.

Mark stands. lifting his ass just a little bit so I can breath. Then he falls on my face again, mark fully relaxed, enjoying the feeling of my face crushed under his ass.

Mark said” so what time should I come here on Sunday?”

Randy said” it’s only two days away, why don’t you just stay the night, and you two can enjoy the pool tomorrow, I have to run into work for a few hours tomorrow then I’m free the rest of the weekend”.

Mark very very excited, his ass bouncing up and down “

My face tongue buried so far in his ass my mouth is stuck opened, my jaw pinned under his taint.

says “oh that’s awesome , can he be mine until you come back”.

Randy said” of course Mark,do as you please, show him some of the things you picked up watching me”.

Randy kinda tired says” ok let me have him for a few and he’s all your for the rest of the night.

Over hearing all this” I freak out, he can’t stay the night, he will smother me all night. He stinks so bad.

Randy helping Mark up, his hand slips from the sweat, now his large ass crashes down on my face again, booooooomm, can hear the chair frame cracking . While Randy peeling my face off his ass.

He finally gets up, both laughing their asses off,

Mark puts his briefs back on, sweat still dripping off of them as he pulls them all the way up.he said” can’t let them lose flavor “ looking at me and smiling .

Randy now standing over me, spreads his ass , lets out a long nasty fart, the fart wind getting stronger as his ass falls toward my face.

my face wedged in Randy’s ass they start talking on the couch about what food to bring and who’s all coming. Randy’s ass cheeks vibrating and smacking my face as another fart blast out of his ass.

Mark laughs” you forget the pills again”.

Randy replies” yup, I was distracted earlier today”while chuckling , his ass bouncing on my face.

“Whelp “Randy said, as he gets up, letting out a high pitch fart. I’m off to bed. Take him to the guest room down here when young ready to go to bed” Randy said.

Mark said” that will be no problem, Randy good night”

Randy loudly saying, good night my little fart slave , I will see you tomorrow after work”.

Laying there , barely able to breath and move I just give him a dirty look.

Mark, looks at me , sweating profusely, picks me up and removes the bikini i had on. and sits me on the chair, his briefs making a swooshing sound in between his thighs as he takes a few steps towards me.

Looking at him thinking god he is huge, look at them tits just bouncing.

He sits on my lap, my crotch area instantly soaked from sweat, his odor lingering but not as strong as before. He is facing me with his big hairy belly pressed against my chest.

I make a gasping sound as his full weight is on me. He grabs my head and forces my lips and mouth on his giant hairy boobs, he wraps his big flabby arms around my head . Suck my boob boy” he says.

Can’t really breath, my nose has a small pocket of air in his cleavage I am able breath through while my face is smothered by his sweaty boobs.

Mark is making all these moaning sounds, he takes my hands and wraps them around his waist. Him being so big my hands barely able to grab a sliver of his giant ass. Even though his weight is crushing me , my cock starts to get hard , my cock pulsating between his ass cheeks. ( thinking to myself does he want fucked? I never did any anal before, but the thought of his big ass jiggling all around has me wanting to try it.)

I can tell he likes the feeling of my cock in between his cheeks.

I’m feeling relieved, at least he isnt resting his ass on my face and better yet farting on me . I’m kinda enjoying this moment, not even thinking of Randy.

Mark stands up, lifting his belly and places my head by his crotch. He lets go of his belly and smashes my face into his bulge, the sweat places and Ooozes down my throat . Still disgusted with the sweat filled briefs he has on. I can get passed that I think to myself. He takes my hand and helps me up. I noticed the time on the clock says 1:30am. In disbelief on how late it is, he starts to walk me into the guest room, beads of sweat bouncing off his ass with every step, he turns sideways squeezing through the doorway, a sludge of wetness from sweat covers the door jambs.

Mark bends over a bit to remove his briefs … “spolluuunk” as his underwear hits the ground.

A thought hits me. I can probably get away from him and run home.

I said “ hey Mark I haven’t used the bathroom at all today and I need to go bad.

Mark replies “ I don’t know, how will I know you won’t run off”. I said “ I kinda like you, your sexy and have a great body ”. Mark looks at my like yea right , whatever. He said “ok but then come right back, if you try anything funny you will regret it”.

Acting like i had to pee really bad I quickly walk out the door and then run as fast as I can through the basement and up the stairs. I’m almost home bound Im thinking.

Mark yells”you little shit “.

I’m laughing knowing he can’t catch me .I get to the top of the stairs and turn the knob,

The knob doesn’t turn and I smack my head against the door, quickly trying to turn the knob, I panic ( it’s locked, what the hell). I hear boom… boom… booom… booom.

Mark is halfway up the stairs,butt naked and soaked in sweat he grabs me and gives me a bear hug making his way to the guest room. Tell him to let me and go and calling him every name in the book, he throws me on the bed and locks the door.

Mark angrily said” you messed up big time, I trusted you, only Randy and his friends know where the key is to get out of the basement”.

Gonna be a long night for you and just wait until i tell Randy about your stunt .

Being over it all I said go ahead I don’t care anymore, I’ll tell my mom you guys kidnapped me.

Mark just shaking his head with a evil laugh said” ya know I was going to be nice to you, I know how hard Randy can be sometimes. But you messed up”.

Kneeling down and pulling a suitcase from underneath the bed, he takes out some straps. In fear of what he was going to do . I freeze, thinking at least he won’t fart on me. He quickly ties the straps to my hands and ankles. My hands secured behind my back and my feet in the air he connects a strap to the hand and ankle straps ,laying there pinned he bends over and I look at his big fat round sweaty hairy ass. ( it’s so hot , it’s a perfect gigantic ass), he picks up his briefs. He smells them and makes a squinted face and said” woooo that stinks” and looks at me with a big smile.

He smears and rings it out on my face , this was the most horrid, nastiest , thing that has ever happened to me.

He shoves his briefs in my mouth and then puts a strap around my head making sure I couldn’t spit it out.

Mark climbs into bed, reaching back and lifting my head up a bit he lays on his stomach and lets go of head.

My face falls forward and smashes into his ass,. “Quishh”. He reaches back and grabs his ass and pulls his cheeks apart , my face drops even more into his ass. His ass cheeks from each side crush my face, I couldn’t get my head out even if my hands were free.. he lets out a big fart.. pwwaap! Then said “ good night, sleep well”.

Thinking oh please god just take me. I don’t want to remember this day at all. Mark is fast asleep,

the room is 79 degrees, its unbearable.

I am breathing nothing but ass and tasting nothing but musky ass sweat juice.

After hours of being trapt in his ass I fall asleep.

Awakening to my face bouncing in and out of his ass, the bed is soaking wet from sweat.

He rolls out of bed and I roll with him , feels like my face is glued to his ass, he stand up and bends over , As i fall to the floor still in straps, Mark giving his ass a few shakes my head breaks free.

He undoes the straps.

he is laughing and making fun of me. He said “ wow it’s 11:00am , mmm i slept good , and you?”.

I said “ just fricken peachy fat ass” smacking his ass in my face he said “oh I know you like it”.

The whole basement feels like a sauna but smells like a old porta potty. It was awful.

Mark laying on his side in the guest bed, has my head pinned between his thighs. my face like an inch away from his crotch. while he is watching tv. An hour goes by I here foot steps coming down the stairs. Randy opens the door and busts out laughing .. “ I take it you two had a great night” Randy said.

Mark said “ it was perfect I slept with a face in my ass all night”. Randy shocked saying “ oh really now , I may have try that”

“On another note” Randy states. “ the cookout has been moved to today at 2 pm, I got everything on my way home from work, Jack and Paul couldn’t do tomorrow and I really, really wanted them to come”. Looking at me with a shit evil grin.

Randy said “ so there is a total is 8 of us. We will do the cookout and have game night and relax” Mark exciting said” relax on the new chair right” Randy said” oh but of course, everyone is wanting to try it out, I mean Him out” both laughing .

Mark squeezing my head in his fat thighs. I said “ perfect I can’t wait, I’m looking forward to it, more ass the merrier” in a sarcastic voice”. Randy said” careful what you wish for”

It’s almost 2pm.

Thinking I will be going outside for a bit, “at least I’ll get some fresh air”I said.

Randy said” yes… you would think, but can’t take a chance of you running. As mark told me about last night”

Both Mark and Randy pin me down and strap me into the seat. Randy raises the platform of the chair, sitting a little higher then the actual chair and just pillows under my head this time.

Randy said” no seat today boy, just full ass on your face and body”

Randy said “Let’s see here, Mark weighs the most at 625lbs,

I am about 525lbs. I want to say Steve weighs the least at 460, you like those stats, it’s a buffet of ass for you boy. Enjoy your relax time, everyone will be eager to meet you and will want to eat and skip the pool fun, cooked air if chilly dogs today”.

See ya soon” Randy says.

Mark with his remark” oh I can’t wait, this should be a day to remember”

“Screw you both” I said. As they were walking out the door.

Marks tells Randy “one sec”.

Mark comes up to me, and twisted my nipples. My mouth open as I yell in pain. He swiftly shoves majority of his 4 day old briefs in my mouth.