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More Butt Than He Can Handle
by ButtBully

Unbeknownst to Trey, as he greedily indulged at the weighty feast of ass that was sitting on his face, Devonte was growing increasingly mischievous as he sat on him, thoroughly enjoying the power that he potentially held over the much smaller man.

They both reached orgasm at the same time, Devonte closely watching Trey beating his big, engorged dick as he lay there buried under his large, pillowy cheeks, feasting on his hole like a rabid wolf, all the while pushing his weight down on the smaller man's face, and grinding his pink anus against the hungry man's slobbering lips. As Trey's cum shot high into the air, striking Devonte on his chin, Devonte's dick convulsed in his hand and delivered spurts of hot load all over Trey's heaving chest. Both parties spent and covered in sweat, they held their positions for a moment, Trey flat on his back, his entire face and chest covered by Devonte's mighty rear end. After a few seconds Trey tapped Devonte's left cheek, signaling that he was ready to get up. Had this been a regular sexual transaction, Devonte would have simply lifted his ass off of Trey's face.

But nothing about this was normal. Because while riding Trey's face, Devonte had suddenly discovered a brand new kink. He rather enjoyed feeling Trey's tongue lashing at his sweaty, twitching anus. But he had now realized that he was also immense stimulated by the simple activity of using his big ass to hold Trey down in this manner and smothering him, suffocating him, and only letting him breathe the musty air from between his cavernous cheeks. He was overcome by the surge of power he felt as he did these nasty things to Trey. He'd never had these feelings before, and they confused and intrigued him equally. He took note of the fact that during this sexual encounter his dick had grown it's hardest not when Trey's tongue was deep in his shitter, but instead when he'd sat for just a second or two beyond Trey's lung capacity, causing the smaller man to tap his ass desperately to signal for air. Of course, each time this happened, he had lifted up his fat ass cheeks to allow his little butt boy a breath of air, but he'd also begun to force these moments to happen a bit more frequently, and had subconsciously shortened Trey's breathing time when he lifted his ass up. The entire experience was a wild trip for Devonte who was in the midst of sexual discovery as he was having his ass eaten out by a very willing party. Increasingly, he wondered what it would be like if Trey didn't actually have a choice in the matter....Then his thoughts roamed to the idea of Trey wanting to escape, but not being able to....Devonte's dick was hard as stone when he thought this way...

So when they'd both busted their first nutts, and Trey tapped his cheek to be released for a breather, Devonte decided that he wanted to extend this play date a bit longer. His dick, still coated with a fresh load of creamy jizz started growing hard again as Trey tapped and tapped his left ass cheek...growing increasingly concerned as to why Devonte was not getting off his face. When Devonte eventually lifted up, he only did so to spread open his big brown ass, making his pink shithole visible to a very confused Trey again, and then sitting back down on his face so that his anus was flush with Trey's features. Devonte did all of this without uttering a word. Trey, without much choice and in need of much more air, licked experimentally at the waiting anus, hoping this might cause Devonte to shift a bit more. He was grateful when the larger man moved slightly only to allow him some breathing room, but was dismayed that the ass was still on his face. He licked the anus again and again, not knowing what else to do, and at the same time feeling his own dick grow hard again. He supposed Devonte simply wanted to go for round two. So, he played along as best he could. But it felt different this time. Somehow Trey felt like he was no longer in control of the situation in which he'd placed himself.

It wasn't that Trey had lost interest in Devonte or his humongous buttocks, but more so that he had never been manhandled in such a way. He'd never felt so small and vulnerable than when this big-butted man simply decided to remain seated on his face, presumably demanding that his anus be licked again. Trey's dick, even after cumming, was still rock hard though. The sight and weight of those massive smothering cheeks, and the hot flaring pink of that winking asshole made his dick hard. But, He grew frightened of that ass as well. And for good reason--Devonte had begun a much more aggressive approach to his sitting on Trey's face. And he seemed really into it, so much so that Trey found himself struggling to breathe, and when he tried to snake his face out from beneath Devonte's massive keister, he was easily out-maneuvered by the horny man on his face, who would methodically spread his cheeks and pounce back on his face, or rock his hips one way or another, wrestling the man below him back into submission, and then denying him air--seemingly smothering him into his meaty cheeks as punishment for trying to escape.

Trey had to quickly contend with the knowledge that he was now being conquered by the very thing he loved so much--a big fat ass. The sight of it, it's weight, it's intoxicating smells, all things that turned Trey on, were now being forced on him in a very sensual and increasingly terrifying way. He was overwhelmed, but appeared to have no say in the matter. This was emphasized by the gentle but firm manner that Devonte would hold Trey's face in place with one hand, spread a cheek with the other, and sit on his face each and every time Trey had found a way out of that fat butt. It was sexy as fuck. But it was also humiliating to be so easily controlled by someone's ass.

In a desperate effort that could only be described as Herculean, Trey pushed his sinewy arms to exhaustion trying to free his body from Devonte's expansive buttocks. But as valiantly as he battled, his attempts were in vain. Once those fleshy chocolate pounds of dumpy rump had seemingly poured their density around his face, his fate was sealed. His features remained entombed deep within that dank and dreary cavern of musty flesh, nestled and fixed with permanence between Devonte's gelatinous, unmovable ass.

In a violent explosion of raw desperate energy, Trey managed to do the impossible and topple the large man on his face to the side...just slightly....As he gasped for air, he noticed Devonte looking back at him, smiling a mischievous smile, his back arched and his fat ass swaying above Trey's face ready to pounce....No words were exchanged. Trey already knew he was fucked.

Devonte wanted to be rimmed again. He wanted to be sniffed. He wanted to sit on Trey's face and suffocate him.

Smiling, the beefy man used both of his hands to scoop up each mighty cheek of his large buttocks, and when he did so, his naked, peach-fuzzed anus was reintroduced to Trey's trapped face--the winking anus mashed down unceremoniously unto Trey's nose and mouth, trapping them both in an unbreakable seal. The sentient starfish of his asshole grasping unto Trey's horrified features not unlike the face huggers from the ALIEN series, pulsing and sucking feverishly at Trey's nose and lips, demanding to be sniffed, demanding to feel the probe of his cute little tongue once again.

The longer Devonte sat on his face and the more excited he became, and the more intense his smothering became, and the intoxicating the wild odor from his fat ass overtook the atmosphere of the room. At some point the funk became far greater than Trey could stand. But he was in an impossible, inescapable situation. Devonte was deriving his greatest pleasure no longer from the forced rimmings, but now from the raw depraved act of suffocating Trey to the point of sheer panic, only to lift up slightly at his final conscious moments with his terrible bloated anus pressed lewdly against Trey's nostrils as he gasped and sniffed desperately for air. It was a wild fucking thing listening to his little butt captive wheeze for air against his backside--nostrils forced open inhaling his bright pink stinky shithole--only to then sadistically bounce back down on his face, sandwiching it between his cheeks like a used bicycle seat, and ride him to exhaustion again and again. He did this over and over again, intoxicated by the sheer lust of having Trey's handsome features at the whims of his heavy backside. The dirtiness of his torment thrilled his dick to rock-hard status.

At Trey's pleas for mercy, Devonte smiled and growled like a wild animal, sinking his little face back inside of its fleshy coffin, grinding the full weight of his buttocks down so that Trey would suffer the more. His anus--once relatively clean with a slight scent--after 2 hours of face riding had become a musty knob of slime, grit, and funk. He ground the blistering stink into Trey's features, moaning audibly when he felt Trey's screams resonate deep inside poop chute, or when Trey's little nose pierced through his asshole in its failed attempts at freedom.

The mighty cheeks lifted again, just for a quick breather. Devonte wanted this game to last and last; a conscious and squirming Trey was necessary for the game's endurance.

Dick still hard as stone, a terrified and desperate Trey punched the big beautiful cheeks as they descended once again to envelop his face, but as his tiny fists landed it was as if they were beating an impossible wall of vibrating gelatin...the mounds of Devonte's butt were massive, meaty, and relentless. They proved impossible to breach, impossible to escape. The cheeks fell upon Trey once again, burning him in their suffocating goodness, their fatty density muffling his squeals of protest, the center of that ass--the sticky, pink anus--finding his nose once again, and bearing down, sucking at it, winking and sucking it inside its moisture-ridden wrinkles of funky flesh. Trey kicked his legs in desperation, but Devonte grabbed each one and leaned forward, pressing them down to the bed, pinning Trey down completely and preventing any movement. Devonte sat there, his dick throbbing and aching for another orgasm, as a panicked Trey screamed into his big ass for air that Devonte was presently denying him.

—-

Devonte, possessed with this newfound power he had over Trey couldn’t suppress a devious grin as he tormented the smaller man with deep and intense periods of suffocation beneath his big butt. He repeatedly bounced his big ass down of his face, and just sat there letting the musty juices in his crack marinate with Trey’s handsome face, sat there watching Trey’s panicked struggles to upend the enormous, weighty cheeks from his face intensify, sat there until Trey’s whimpers for mercy had grown loud enough to actually penetrate through the dense, fatty cushions that were sitting on his face. Through it all, Devonte edged his slimy dick which remained hard as stone. He took notice of Trey’s dick, which had remained equally engorged and the rock hard, despite his apparent distress and his pleas for mercy.

---

While Devonte's first orgasm had been amazing, it was a pale comparison to the violent eruption of his second orgasm, which took him by complete surprise. It came when Trey's nose, buried deep in the Devonte's aromatic buttcrack was trying to find an escape route to take in some much needed fresh air, but instead found itself shifted even deeper inside the big man's backside. Trey's nose, now pressed rudely against Devonte's winking anus, had inadvertently punctured the soft, sensitive skin of that stinky sphincter, piercing through the anus and finding itself lodged helplessly inside. The electric sensation caused by this breach sent Devonte's balls into overdrive--he was unable to control the wave of pure pleasure and dominant lust that swept over his body. Hands-free, his dick took over as his wide hips bounced and flexed that big ass down on little Trey, who was unable to do anything but struggle in earnest for some respite, even as Devonte moaned in ecstasy, his deep voice broke the silence in the room "oooohhhh FUUUUUUUCK!!!" -- as his big dick ejaculated long, thick, heavy ropes of cream all over his face, and all over Trey's spasming body.

Description
More Butt Than He Can Handle
by ButtBully

Unbeknownst to Trey, as he greedily indulged at the weighty feast of ass that was sitting on his face, Devonte was growing increasingly mischievous as he sat on him, thoroughly enjoying the power that he potentially held over the much smaller man.

They both reached orgasm at the same time, Devonte closely watching Trey beating his big, engorged dick as he lay there buried under his large, pillowy cheeks, feasting on his hole like a rabid wolf, all the while pushing his weight down on the smaller man's face, and grinding his pink anus against the hungry man's slobbering lips. As Trey's cum shot high into the air, striking Devonte on his chin, Devonte's dick convulsed in his hand and delivered spurts of hot load all over Trey's heaving chest. Both parties spent and covered in sweat, they held their positions for a moment, Trey flat on his back, his entire face and chest covered by Devonte's mighty rear end. After a few seconds Trey tapped Devonte's left cheek, signaling that he was ready to get up. Had this been a regular sexual transaction, Devonte would have simply lifted his ass off of Trey's face.

But nothing about this was normal. Because while riding Trey's face, Devonte had suddenly discovered a brand new kink. He rather enjoyed feeling Trey's tongue lashing at his sweaty, twitching anus. But he had now realized that he was also immense stimulated by the simple activity of using his big ass to hold Trey down in this manner and smothering him, suffocating him, and only letting him breathe the musty air from between his cavernous cheeks. He was overcome by the surge of power he felt as he did these nasty things to Trey. He'd never had these feelings before, and they confused and intrigued him equally. He took note of the fact that during this sexual encounter his dick had grown it's hardest not when Trey's tongue was deep in his shitter, but instead when he'd sat for just a second or two beyond Trey's lung capacity, causing the smaller man to tap his ass desperately to signal for air. Of course, each time this happened, he had lifted up his fat ass cheeks to allow his little butt boy a breath of air, but he'd also begun to force these moments to happen a bit more frequently, and had subconsciously shortened Trey's breathing time when he lifted his ass up. The entire experience was a wild trip for Devonte who was in the midst of sexual discovery as he was having his ass eaten out by a very willing party. Increasingly, he wondered what it would be like if Trey didn't actually have a choice in the matter....Then his thoughts roamed to the idea of Trey wanting to escape, but not being able to....Devonte's dick was hard as stone when he thought this way...

So when they'd both busted their first nutts, and Trey tapped his cheek to be released for a breather, Devonte decided that he wanted to extend this play date a bit longer. His dick, still coated with a fresh load of creamy jizz started growing hard again as Trey tapped and tapped his left ass cheek...growing increasingly concerned as to why Devonte was not getting off his face. When Devonte eventually lifted up, he only did so to spread open his big brown ass, making his pink shithole visible to a very confused Trey again, and then sitting back down on his face so that his anus was flush with Trey's features. Devonte did all of this without uttering a word. Trey, without much choice and in need of much more air, licked experimentally at the waiting anus, hoping this might cause Devonte to shift a bit more. He was grateful when the larger man moved slightly only to allow him some breathing room, but was dismayed that the ass was still on his face. He licked the anus again and again, not knowing what else to do, and at the same time feeling his own dick grow hard again. He supposed Devonte simply wanted to go for round two. So, he played along as best he could. But it felt different this time. Somehow Trey felt like he was no longer in control of the situation in which he'd placed himself.

It wasn't that Trey had lost interest in Devonte or his humongous buttocks, but more so that he had never been manhandled in such a way. He'd never felt so small and vulnerable than when this big-butted man simply decided to remain seated on his face, presumably demanding that his anus be licked again. Trey's dick, even after cumming, was still rock hard though. The sight and weight of those massive smothering cheeks, and the hot flaring pink of that winking asshole made his dick hard. But, He grew frightened of that ass as well. And for good reason--Devonte had begun a much more aggressive approach to his sitting on Trey's face. And he seemed really into it, so much so that Trey found himself struggling to breathe, and when he tried to snake his face out from beneath Devonte's massive keister, he was easily out-maneuvered by the horny man on his face, who would methodically spread his cheeks and pounce back on his face, or rock his hips one way or another, wrestling the man below him back into submission, and then denying him air--seemingly smothering him into his meaty cheeks as punishment for trying to escape.

Trey had to quickly contend with the knowledge that he was now being conquered by the very thing he loved so much--a big fat ass. The sight of it, it's weight, it's intoxicating smells, all things that turned Trey on, were now being forced on him in a very sensual and increasingly terrifying way. He was overwhelmed, but appeared to have no say in the matter. This was emphasized by the gentle but firm manner that Devonte would hold Trey's face in place with one hand, spread a cheek with the other, and sit on his face each and every time Trey had found a way out of that fat butt. It was sexy as fuck. But it was also humiliating to be so easily controlled by someone's ass.

In a desperate effort that could only be described as Herculean, Trey pushed his sinewy arms to exhaustion trying to free his body from Devonte's expansive buttocks. But as valiantly as he battled, his attempts were in vain. Once those fleshy chocolate pounds of dumpy rump had seemingly poured their density around his face, his fate was sealed. His features remained entombed deep within that dank and dreary cavern of musty flesh, nestled and fixed with permanence between Devonte's gelatinous, unmovable ass.

In a violent explosion of raw desperate energy, Trey managed to do the impossible and topple the large man on his face to the side...just slightly....As he gasped for air, he noticed Devonte looking back at him, smiling a mischievous smile, his back arched and his fat ass swaying above Trey's face ready to pounce....No words were exchanged. Trey already knew he was fucked.

Devonte wanted to be rimmed again. He wanted to be sniffed. He wanted to sit on Trey's face and suffocate him.

Smiling, the beefy man used both of his hands to scoop up each mighty cheek of his large buttocks, and when he did so, his naked, peach-fuzzed anus was reintroduced to Trey's trapped face--the winking anus mashed down unceremoniously unto Trey's nose and mouth, trapping them both in an unbreakable seal. The sentient starfish of his asshole grasping unto Trey's horrified features not unlike the face huggers from the ALIEN series, pulsing and sucking feverishly at Trey's nose and lips, demanding to be sniffed, demanding to feel the probe of his cute little tongue once again.

The longer Devonte sat on his face and the more excited he became, and the more intense his smothering became, and the intoxicating the wild odor from his fat ass overtook the atmosphere of the room. At some point the funk became far greater than Trey could stand. But he was in an impossible, inescapable situation. Devonte was deriving his greatest pleasure no longer from the forced rimmings, but now from the raw depraved act of suffocating Trey to the point of sheer panic, only to lift up slightly at his final conscious moments with his terrible bloated anus pressed lewdly against Trey's nostrils as he gasped and sniffed desperately for air. It was a wild fucking thing listening to his little butt captive wheeze for air against his backside--nostrils forced open inhaling his bright pink stinky shithole--only to then sadistically bounce back down on his face, sandwiching it between his cheeks like a used bicycle seat, and ride him to exhaustion again and again. He did this over and over again, intoxicated by the sheer lust of having Trey's handsome features at the whims of his heavy backside. The dirtiness of his torment thrilled his dick to rock-hard status.

At Trey's pleas for mercy, Devonte smiled and growled like a wild animal, sinking his little face back inside of its fleshy coffin, grinding the full weight of his buttocks down so that Trey would suffer the more. His anus--once relatively clean with a slight scent--after 2 hours of face riding had become a musty knob of slime, grit, and funk. He ground the blistering stink into Trey's features, moaning audibly when he felt Trey's screams resonate deep inside poop chute, or when Trey's little nose pierced through his asshole in its failed attempts at freedom.

The mighty cheeks lifted again, just for a quick breather. Devonte wanted this game to last and last; a conscious and squirming Trey was necessary for the game's endurance.

Dick still hard as stone, a terrified and desperate Trey punched the big beautiful cheeks as they descended once again to envelop his face, but as his tiny fists landed it was as if they were beating an impossible wall of vibrating gelatin...the mounds of Devonte's butt were massive, meaty, and relentless. They proved impossible to breach, impossible to escape. The cheeks fell upon Trey once again, burning him in their suffocating goodness, their fatty density muffling his squeals of protest, the center of that ass--the sticky, pink anus--finding his nose once again, and bearing down, sucking at it, winking and sucking it inside its moisture-ridden wrinkles of funky flesh. Trey kicked his legs in desperation, but Devonte grabbed each one and leaned forward, pressing them down to the bed, pinning Trey down completely and preventing any movement. Devonte sat there, his dick throbbing and aching for another orgasm, as a panicked Trey screamed into his big ass for air that Devonte was presently denying him.

—-

Devonte, possessed with this newfound power he had over Trey couldn’t suppress a devious grin as he tormented the smaller man with deep and intense periods of suffocation beneath his big butt. He repeatedly bounced his big ass down of his face, and just sat there letting the musty juices in his crack marinate with Trey’s handsome face, sat there watching Trey’s panicked struggles to upend the enormous, weighty cheeks from his face intensify, sat there until Trey’s whimpers for mercy had grown loud enough to actually penetrate through the dense, fatty cushions that were sitting on his face. Through it all, Devonte edged his slimy dick which remained hard as stone. He took notice of Trey’s dick, which had remained equally engorged and the rock hard, despite his apparent distress and his pleas for mercy.

---

While Devonte's first orgasm had been amazing, it was a pale comparison to the violent eruption of his second orgasm, which took him by complete surprise. It came when Trey's nose, buried deep in the Devonte's aromatic buttcrack was trying to find an escape route to take in some much needed fresh air, but instead found itself shifted even deeper inside the big man's backside. Trey's nose, now pressed rudely against Devonte's winking anus, had inadvertently punctured the soft, sensitive skin of that stinky sphincter, piercing through the anus and finding itself lodged helplessly inside. The electric sensation caused by this breach sent Devonte's balls into overdrive--he was unable to control the wave of pure pleasure and dominant lust that swept over his body. Hands-free, his dick took over as his wide hips bounced and flexed that big ass down on little Trey, who was unable to do anything but struggle in earnest for some respite, even as Devonte moaned in ecstasy, his deep voice broke the silence in the room "oooohhhh FUUUUUUUCK!!!" -- as his big dick ejaculated long, thick, heavy ropes of cream all over his face, and all over Trey's spasming body.