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happymiraclefox · 16 hours

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Wrestling Regrets: Family embarrasment

Koju Takeda was infamous for his perfect ass and the jockstrap that often accompanied it. For the past 9 matches, he has won with ease and pinned his opponent under his jockstrap framed ass for the win. You believed you were going to be the one to end his streak of victories. Just before the match began, you warned your family they didn't need to come, a message you were trying to get across all week. After all, if he did beat you, the last thing you'd want is your family to see you deep in Kojus muscular bubble butt. Finally, they agreed not to come. Secretly, they sneaked in half an hour in to surprise you when you won. Unfortunately, they would be the ones receiving a surprise.

After a long sweaty match in the heated arena, you reach out to grapple Koju to try to end the match at the 45 minute mark. Instead, he reversed your grapple and pulled you in for a piledriver. Your head is shoved between his thick thighs as his sweat helps it glide right in under his crotch. You hear the cheers of the audience while feeling him slightly wiggle his hips before flexing his thighs around your neck. Then came the moment. You could feel yourself lifted by Koju with ease, as if you were insignificant to him. The journey back down was swift. Your head hit the ground with enough force to make you disoriented and unable to defend against what was to follow.

Your vision starts to clear up just in time to witness your opponent strip his wrestling trunks to give the audience the pleasure of seeing his perfect jockstrap framing his ass like a luxury piece of art. Even you, at your most vulnerable, could admit it was a beauty. "Seems like my seat awaits!" Koju laughs loudly as he walks towards you. Slowly, you try to push yourself backwards with your legs, a feat that was laughable as Koju easily outpaced you. His feet reached either side of your shoulders as you stopped the struggle. You stared at his contained cock and protruding mounds of ass while Koju looked around the audience, turning to show his backside to your fear covered red face. You thought the descent would be seductive... you were wrong. In the blink of an eye he dropped to his sturdy knees, shakimg the ring and consuming your face in ass. Without missing a beat, he leaned forward to lift your leg and begin his 10 second facesit pin. It was as if his jockstrap had a gravitational force pulling your nose straight in line with his crack. The smell was ripe and intoxicating as it took over all thoughts you had. The only thing you could think of was breathing to survive his smother. With every second, he bounced a little and allowed your face to sink slightly deeper into his tanned muscular glutes. At the 5 second shout out from the ref, he stayed still as the audience watched you violently shake your head, only your hair being visible. Your body barely moved as much as your head as he made sure to grip you tightly. "2....1....0!!" You hear muffled. "Fuck...fuck..fuck!" You cry into his crack, getting a hint of sweat off his jockstrap. With your struggle to breathe, you forgot the pin timer. Now you were just another pinfall seat on Kojus victory list. "Now since this little lucky man is seat number 10 I think he deserves a special reward right?" Koju roars as the crowd cheers.

Ending 1: Kojus first face fart

The crowds roar was deafening as you angled your face to get any sight of them. Finally, you were able to see slightly from beneath him, except you wish you couldn't. You had an upside down vision of your family, clearly embarrassed. Was it for you? Or because of you? A thought you didn't want to address as koju rolled back then forward to pull your face back under his hefty cheeks. "Okay...Okay I agree he deserves a special reward!" Koju roars into the mic before aiming it just above his crack. There were a few moments of silence before the arena was deafeningly loud. The sound of a trumpet like fart roared through the mic as Koju pushed out a massive protein fueled fart. It lasted for twenty seconds, varying in sound and volume before coming to a squeaky end. While the crowd was dying of laughter, you were dying from his dense eggy gas. You had spent years in changing rooms with gassy teammates, and yet the combined force of them couldn't compare to the controlled chaos that was Koju Takeda. Clearly, he's not a dirty or smelly guy and yet has the ass of a god and gas of a skunk. "Ahh, well, that's all he has earned. I hope you loved the second-hand protein. Maybe it'll beef you up for a rematch!" Koju laughs before shaking his ass for the audience one last time. You go to leave and are met by your family. "Oh baby... let's get you home!" Your mom says softly. You go to speak to your dad, but he just stares at you with disappointment and holds his nose as he walks by.

Ending 2: Spread and Smother

"How about we give him the honour of being my first unconscious seat?" Koju roars before setting down the mic. He reaches for your arms and directs your hands to his cheeks. After a little resistance from you, he manages to slot your spread out hands under the straps of his jock. Slowly, you hear the audience erupt with laughter as it clearly looks like you are willingly spreading his cheeks. With the extra space, your face sinks deeper, and your nose manages to plug Kojus sweat drenched hole, to which the champion pushed down harder. You tried miserably to remove your hands, but his jockstrap tightness combined with the weight of his ass made it impossible. You slowly suffocated yourself for 10 minutes as Koju made sly remarks to the audience. "Jouney to the center of Koju?...Clearly someone was born to be a cushion for a king... You wouldn't believe how comfy the human face is!" Eventually, you stopped hearing as your consciousness faded, his sweaty ass cutting off any remaining air.

"Oh thank god!" You hear as you come to consciousness in a hospital bed. "Mom?" You ask dazed. "Yes baby it's me" she replies softly. "Sorry, your dad isn't here...he was kind of too embarrassed, but I'm sure he'll get over it." She said reassuringly as you started to breathe, only to get a lingering hit of Kojus ass scent. "Yeah sure...he'll get over his oldest son being suffocated under another man's thick as fuck ass!" You hear your younger brother say sarcastically. He was right. You were now just the son that got sat on by koju takeda.

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happymiraclefox · 21 hours

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and sweet cheeks keeps teasing me

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happymiraclefox · 22 hours

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Teaser image batch 2!!

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happymiraclefox · 22 hours

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Dom Qoutes Season 2 (Bonus final Dom)

Gaming, Glutes, and Gas

"Seriously? C'mon boy no more struggling while I play you're so distracting. Clearly you don't appreciate my juicy glutes enough so now I'll just lay down and gas you. SHUT UP! I don't wanna hear your crying. You didn't want to be a good seat so you must inhale my gamer gas...and I can feel a big pizza fart coming!" Your dominant roommate moaned as you heard the rumbling of his stomach before the warm spluttering fart erupted in front of your face.

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happymiraclefox · 22 hours

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Dirty Desires: Dirty Discipline

As he looked back and gave you his signature glare, you stopped what you were doing and dropped to your knees. "Sorry Master...I will work on my posture." You apologise as he slowly backs up to your kneeling body, his beefy glutes on full display. "Its been 3 months with little progress! You should be used to my punishments by now." He says with disappointment in his voice. He was right though. After three months in this intensive self defense class you still made basic mistakes which resulted in his infamous disciplinary method. Its the reason he was known to get results. His students would recieve potent protein powered farts head on if they made mistakes repeatedly. Both the mental and physical torture of this discipline drove them to learn quickly and avoid his ass as much as possible. You however were now on day 14 in a row of his punishments. You lean forward to slot your face in as usual, pushing until your feel your nose on his warm hole. You wait patiently for his first fart to signal the beginning of your half an hour discipline. Finally after 5 long minutes his first fart arrives. You begin inhaling it, making use of any and all air he would provide as his beefy ass cut off outside air getting in. "What do you say boy?" He asks emotionless. "Thank you sir." You reply instinctively, managing to get a taste of his lingering fart. You knew it was better to simply play along willingly, last time you tried to resist he simply overpowered you, stretched you out into a hold, and forcibly farted in your face. Another fart erupts from the beefy martial arts master. This one was different...more powerful as it shakes your face out of place. "You dare try to avoid discipline?" He roars as he feels your face slightly recoil out of his cheeks. "No..no..not at all..." You try to explain but he doesn't care. You are immediately returned into his disciplinary ass, now deeper than ever before, as he straps his black belt tightly around your head and his waist before putting a loose robe around his back.

"Yes you may come in." You hear him say muffled, the sound dampened by his clamped slabs of meat. "Thank you master. I was hoping we could talk about my progress and a new program?" The stranger asks from near the entrance of the room. "Of course we can. You may sit in that chair." Your master instructs the stranger as he slightly rotates around. You follow suit as he launches a silent fart onto your face. It's the most vile yet, finally showing off the capabilities of his bowels. Despite thoughts of retreat, you couldn't with another person to witness you coming from your masters ass crack. You would just have to survive a little longer. "Are you not going to sit?" The visitor asks curiously as he sits. "No no. I must stand for my posture. Never mind me. I have ALL day to talk to you like this!" He laughs before forcing out a powerful 5 second banger. With your nostrils right against his hole you have no choice but to inhale his fart. As its dense fibre like form burnt your nostrils, your master flexed his glutes and squeezed your head a few times to signal he was proud of your cooperation. You slowly begin to accept your fate as the muffled conversation seems endless. Every few minutes you would receive as fart different from the last. If they were loud, you had to push in deep to muffle the sound as much as possible. You didn't know if it made a difference, you just wanted to avoid the embarrassment of being caught sniffing a man's farts. About an hour in you think it's finally safe to tap in hopes of freedom. Just as you go to struggle, you hear the voices speak once more. Your master bends over slightly, and you sink deep once more as a new hissing fart escapes his ass. Your eyes water. Both from the stench and the mental defeat. How long would this go on for?

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happymiraclefox · 22 hours

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I Will Not Apologize

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