Chair

Clive started to daydream as yet again he was met with another one of the dumb football team giving him excuses about why he hadn’t studied for the exam and why he needed more time on his paper. Every year it was the same thing, the university always recommended these idiotic muscle heads take a subject like sociology while on their sports scholarship and every year they would flunk the course but it didn’t matter because they were good at charging into one another. Clive was fed up of these moronic jocks coming into his office, stinking up the place with their sweaty bulky body’s and silently letting out their gross protein farts while complaining to him that football took up all their time and they couldn’t commit to a simple 6 page essay. He was no longer going to tolerate their nonchalant attitude to academia and his subject or the way they talked to him with a clear lack of respect for his authority. Clive was finally going to put his foot down and who better to start with than the rising star quarter back that was now in front of him.

Clive shook himself from his thoughts as he once again tuned into the boring, repetitive excuses that his student Marcus was giving him. Marcus was clearly reciting the excuses he had rehearsed in his head which made Clive even more annoyed. The guy had only ever shown up to class twice, never handed in a paper and Clive was sure he had referred to what he was studying as ‘peopleology’. The dumb kid thought he could just blag his way out it, that the university would be fine with his failures because he was crucial to the team, well some may have thought like that but not Clive. Clive’s face soon turned into a sneer as he looked over the student in front of him, his muscles bulging from his tight clothes, his body adorned with expensive jewellery and the cocky grin on his face that told Clive that even he knew this meeting was just a formality before he could go back to running around a field with the other morons. 

Clive’s sneer turned into a wicked grin as he readied his plans in his head and the trickster readied his green smoke. Cutting Marcus off Clive initiated his plan

“Well, yes. While your commitment to your sport is admirable, you are also here to learn and study Marcus. From you lack of engagement with my classes, no papers for me to grade and you last exam barely written on, I should fail you now. No other student would be given these allowances they would have lost their place at the university and their scholarship; however I will give you one last chance to pass and to graduate.” Clive smiled.

“Thank you, thank you sir, that’s means a lot. I promise I’ll be in class tomorrow.” Marcus said while getting up and walking to over to the office door. Marcus was just about to leave when Clive’s sinister smile returned.

“Oh Marcus you’ll have to do more than that. There is a final exam in two weeks’ time, if you don’t score over 75% you fail and you lose the opportunity to continue residing and studying at this university” Clive smirked.

Marcus stopped in the door way and quickly turned around “But that’s impossible, I don’t know anything about this stuff.” Marcus whined as he started to get angry. “Plus the big game is in just over a week, I can’t miss that either!” Marcus almost shouted, his muscular body looked incredibly intimidating in the small door way. 

“Well it looks like you’ll have to choose between that one game and your entire future. You have two weeks to study which is plenty of time if you start today. Now if you don’t mind I have work to attend to.” Clive scoffed as he revelled in his superiority.

Marcus was dumbfounded as he slowly backed out of the professor’s office, he had to graduate and he had to pass this class if he wanted to keep playing football. He could go and talk to his coach but ultimately he wouldn’t have a say in the matter, Marcus’s anger quickly dissipated as he tried to reason with his teacher.  “Please Professor there has got to be another way? I can’t pass that exam, reading all the stuff I missed and then remembering it is hard for me. I struggle with school work like that, please there has got to be something else I can do to pass the class?”

Clive looked over at the hulking lump of muscle and almost felt sorry for Marcus, that was until Clive noticing him shifting uncomfortably and the disgusting scent of dirty silent fart crept up his nostrils. The disgusting slob couldn’t even respect him enough to hold in his ass gas even while begging for his help. Visibly annoyed Clive marched over to his door and began to close it but not before adding once last mocking remark and damning his own fate. “ I wish there was more I could do to support you Marcus but you really should have turned up to my lectures and turned in your papers because now there is nothing more I can do” Clive sneered as slammed the door closed and as soon as he did his office erupted in green smoke and Clive quickly fell unconscious.

Clive was groggy when he finally woke up, he didn’t have a clue what had happened to him, he had just closed the door to his office and then darkness. Now as he opened his eyes he found himself looking up at the ceiling, he hadn’t often looked up at the ceiling in his office but Clive was pretty sure that he was not looking at it now. As Clive became more conscious he tried to get up but immediately found he couldn’t, not a single part of his body seemed to even flinch when he tried to move and after a few more failed attempts Clive started to panic. Now fully awake Clive started to get anxious as his body felt strange and stiff, it felt like he was on his hands and feet but someone he was still looking upwards. His face felt squashed and besides being able to move his eyes a little, there was nothing else he could do, even his attempts to speak were fruitless as he didn’t produce a single sound.  Clive was becoming frantic now, had he fallen and injured himself? Was he now paralysed? Why was he in such a weird position? And where the hell was he? One of those questions would soon be answered as Clive heard a door slam shut and deep, thudding footsteps headed his way. 

Clive was petrified as he heard the banging footfall getting closer to him, it felt like his whole body was vibrating as person got closer. The first thing Clive noticed as the person got closer was the smell, the air around his frozen body immediately became filled with the stench of sweat and body odour, the smell of someone who had exercised a lot, sweated buckets and then not even bothered with the courtesy spray of deodorant. It was a smell Clive detested but it was also a familiar one and Clive soon found out why as the footsteps crashed to a halt and the person came into view. A furious, frustrated and clearly stressed giant Marcus was now looming over the top of Clive, his massive muscles and stature looking at least ten times the size as Clive stared up at him. Clive would have let out a whimper of fear if he could as Marcus now looked huge to him, from his strange position he appeared to barely be at Marcus’s knees meaning the muscular, athlete looked like a genuine god to him. Clive watched and waited as Marcus moved around the room, Clive knew he had upset the football player but he didn’t know he would go as far abduction. However as the minutes passed and Marcus moved in and out of Clive’s view, the giant didn’t even appear to acknowledge the now captive, paralysed Clive. Instead he just seemed to be pacing around, Clive didn’t understand what was happening, he deduced he must be in Marcus’s dorm room and perhaps the football player was now wracking his brain about what to do with the professor he had kidnapped but after a while even that seemed farfetched. The glimpses Clive did see were not one of the man contemplating his crime but of one searching for something, eventually Marcus came to a stop and stood over the confused Clive. Clive was even more puzzled as he saw the bulky football player holding his sociology text book and looking over the pages with dismay. Clive started to become frustrated as his brain couldn’t piece together what was happening, he tried to talk to Marcus or even get his attention but his body refused to do anything but stay in the fixed position it now seemed to be in. As Clive struggled he watched as Marcus gathered up his text book, pens, notepads and laptop and put them just in front of Clive, from what he could tell it was as if Marcus was actually preparing to study, but if that was the case then way did he abduct him? Clive couldn’t understand it, could Marcus even see him? What was happening? Clive became even more frustrated and anxious as he watched Marcus remove his shirt.   

Clive gulped as he looked up at the sweaty, sculpted titan looming overhead, what was he planning on doing now? Clive couldn’t help but both envy and admire Marcus’s body even if it was menacingly looming over the top of him. His biceps were like two smooth mountains that conveyed his immense strength, his wash board abs had taken years of hard work to sculpt and his two balloon sized pecs were so large they were casting a shadow over Clive. Clive estimated that Marcus had to weigh at least 250 pounds of pure muscle and felt sorry for any of the poor guys that had come across him on the football field.  As Marcus continued to undress he threw his shirt to the floor and a wave of stench drifted downwards towards Clive, who got a fresh whiff of Marcus’s rank underarms. Clive had never smelt something so musty and dank, the stink in the room only got worse when the muscle leviathan kicked off his shoes and removed his socks allow the cheesy odour of feet to drift around the room for Clive to endure. Clive was already struggling to cope with the new intimate stinks of his student when things got a whole lot worse. Clive was horrified as he watched Marcus pull down his trousers and his underwear, revealing a long, thick cock and two ginormous, curvy butt cheeks. Clive’s mind started to spin not only as the smell of musky crotch and unwashed ass hit him but also at what the smelly football player planned to do next. As the various scenarios ran through Clive’s head he was still completely unprepared for what was going to happen. Clive looked up and started screaming, his mind going crazy and trying constantly to get himself to move or speak but it was hopeless. No matter how much Clive shouted, no matter how much he prayed, no matter how much he tried to move or beg for help nothing worked as Marcus turned around giving Clive a perfect view of his giant stinking black ass and then slowly began to sit on Clive’s wailing face.

Clive whimpered as his view was over shadowed by the parting, hairy, sweaty black butt cheeks. Once in total darkness Clive shrieked in pain as all 250 pounds of muscle sat down on his rigid, strained and aching body. Clive would have worried more about the immense pain he was undergoing as his body tried to hold up the muscular monster on top of him but unfortunately Clive had something far more distracting and disgusting to deal with. As the tremendous, fat muscle butt had descended it had revealed to Clive its large, puckered and poorly cleaned anus. The large, dirty ring of muscle was now nestled comfortably between the two cheeks and now directly on top of Clive’s face, more specifically his nose. This meant that the poor professor was now inhaling the filthiest ass scents that Marcus’s body had to offer. Clive continued shouting and screaming internally as he hoped one would slip through, the smell he was now enduring was unlike anything he had ever experienced.  It was as if Clive’s head had been dunked into an unflushed toilet and now had been left to soak, as the smell became more concentrated in the confines of the humungous ass sweat started to form and soon Clive was being assaulted with the humid, pungent aroma of sweaty, swampy, unwashed ass. It was as the sweat to started to gather that Clive’s experience started to get worse, while his face hurt from being crushed, it didn’t feel like it was as hard and solid as it should be. His nose didn’t appear to be an issue for Marcus and when the weight had been placed on top of him Clive had felt his face flattened outwards, like it had been made to be sat on. However, Clive truly didn’t understand what that meant until the first drop of sweat landed on his face, instead of pooling or running off his face, it was absorbed by it and seconds later and awful, salty foul taste erupted across his taste buds and Clive began screaming and shouting again. 

Clive was close to tears as the acrid, revolting taste continued to dance on his tongue. Clive would have given away all his possessions and cash just to be able to spit, just for a fleeting moment where the taste of musty, damp football jock ass wasn’t on his tongue but as the ass continued to heat up, more sweat began to form and Clive’s new greedy absorbent faced soaked it all up. Clive had thought that what he was going through with the ultimate torture but sadly he was wrong as suddenly he heard a deep, menacing rumble coming from above him. Clive snivelled as he heard the rumble grow louder and louder until it eventually stopped just above his face, with an ear piercing wail Clive began to cry as the large, dirty puckered asshole above him opened and gifted him with a thundering, powerful gale of shit smelling air. At that moment Clive broke down, his mind breaking under the sensory overload it was experiencing. The focussed, forceful blast of ass fumes was so strong that Clive’s nostrils burned from the stench of sewage and sulphur. Clive sobbed and wept as the smell didn’t disappear but began to be absorbed by his face letting him taste the disgusting, malodourous fart as well. Clive was in hell, his body screamed in pain as it continuously held up the bulky, brute on top of his face, his nose burned from the toxic stench of dirty asshole and the shit smelling fart, while his taste buds were ruined by the seeping ass sweat and stench of unwashed butt. Clive prayed for help, for mercy and eventually for death but it would never come, but what did come was another booming, spluttering wet protein fart which caused him to start screaming all over again. 

Marcus sighed as he looked through his textbooks, he had no choice but to study if he wanted to keep playing football, his professor had made that clear. Marcus decided then that he wasn’t going to leave his dorm for the entire two weeks until the test, his ass wouldn’t leave this chair until he knew every last thing he needed to know about sociology. So as Marcus pulled in his chair plonking his ass down several times until it was close enough to his desk, he let out a series of small silent but deadly farts that quickly made the room stink. Perhaps he’d open a window, but not right now he had far too much studying to do. 

The trickster found it hysterical as he listened to Clive sob as he was assaulted with another barrage of farts, the smug professor would certainly be supporting his student, well support his fat ass anyway. The trickster had thought to let the professor go after the two weeks was over, he’d then trap him in an endless loop of football players coming to his office to beg for them to pass and then he’d offer them the same deal he had done Marcus only for him to end up under their ass for two weeks. However, after watching the immense torture Marcus’s ass had done to Clive, how he was now stained and the stench of farts was now embedded in his now comfy, absorbent face the trickster thought best to keep the pair together. Clive would continue to support Marcus for the rest of his life, all throughout his football career and even after it had finished. It was a shame that Marcus lost his fit body when he stopped playing, but it was even more of shame for Clive who would now have to hold up 400 pounds of fat and deal with a much fatter, wider and smellier ass on top of him.